Thinking, but inanimate sex doll.

"Alright Yang, when you "wake up," you will become a sex doll. You will still be fully conscious, but unable to move or even feel. When you are returned to normal though, you will feel everything that has been done to you all at once while in doll mode. A fitting punishment for you making Blake be a coat rack," he grinned.

He was then about to snap her awake, but then paused. "Oh, and actually, let's make this a permanent trigger. Whenever I say, "Sex Doll Yang," you will enter the state I just described, and return to normal with all of the feeling hitting you at once when I say, "Yang is a real girl."" He then snapped her awake.

Immediately, Yang collapsed in her chair, dropping her magazine. Jaune chuckled and lifted her arm up, before releasing it, and letting it flop back down. He then put his hands under her armpits, and with a grunt, hoisted her up and onto his shoulder. "Dang, you're heavier than you look. Must be the tits," he teased, obviously getting no reply.

He placed her on her back on the bed, where here glassy gaze met his. He then slowly stripped her down and backed up, admiring her completely immobile, sexy body. "I could get used to having you like that," he grinned, walking forward and groping her breasts. After pinching and tweaking her nipples some, he stepped back and stripped himself down.

"Now then... How shall I play with my new sex doll first?" he grinned, gazing at her.