Last week was fun but exhausting. I wasn’t sitting next to Jo on the plane, so I could only push things to her, but not always see the result. For the most part, it was relatively harmless stuff, like itchy nipples or high erotic sensitivity, but once, just for fun while she was asleep, I jacked up her libido to unreasonably high level. It resulted in what I can only assume was a very wet dream and some sexy whimpering–no doubt to the shock of the large lady sitting next to her. While we had business meetings, I kept things professional until Thursday morning, when she knocked at my door before we were supposed to meet for breakfast. I really hadn’t done anything to her in almost 48 hours and I could tell her arousal levels were pretty high. She pushed me aside, closed the door, and slammed me into the wall. She just held me there, breathing heavily, staring at me as if waiting for my move. Obviously, she wanted me to take charge, so I did. I hit her with all the lust I could muster, and watched with satisfaction as she moaned and collapsed into a horny heap at my feet. Her hands roamed over her body, then plunged unceremoniously between her legs. She came hard and loud in an instant. I then carried her quaking body to the bed, still focusing on her intense sexual heat. She lay on her back and signaled for me to come closer, spreading her legs invitingly. I’m a gentleman, so I obliged. There was a hidden request behind that visit, and I got the message pretty clearly: she wanted me to use my abilities on her, so I did. For the rest of the trip, I “inconvenienced” her as often as possible. She would struggle to repress her lust, but definitely got off on it. Every night after that, she came to my room, always seeming to want to talk about work, but expecting things to degenerate (and they did). Seriously, that girl is awesome! –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Sorry I haven’t posted much lately, it’s been very busy at work. Jo and I are going on a business trip to Los Angeles tomorrow to meet with some clients who want to work with us regarding a big publishing project. I’ll be gone through the weekend, but I’ll try to keep you posted as to what happens. So what’s happened in the last 2 weeks, since I discovered Jo was now my thrall? Plenty. Last I wrote, Jo was going to a meeting with a client and I promised I was going to spice things up–and I did. Every time the (cute) waitress came within a few feet of her, I cranked up her sexual arousal so that the longer she stayed, the hornier Jo got. She caught on quick (Jo’s very smart!) and kept the interactions as short as possible. Nothing unprofessional happened, but I knew she’d need to change her underwear (or go commando) after lunch. For most of the last two weeks, I’ve been hitting her at random with “attacks” of unexpected lust, generally at inopportune moments. I know her address (she “volunteered” that information last week, in exchange for a “free day” from my sexual tampering), so I’ve even triggered some “sexual episodes” when she was at home by herself. Apparently, one of those times was during a phone call with her mother, who may or may not have caught on with what was going on (Jo wasn’t sure…). I’ve also increased her arousal whenever she’s around Martine (but always in public, where she can’t do anything about it). Of course, she knows it’s me, but I want to see if, despite that knowledge, she’s going to develop an attraction for my girlfriend. I think it’s more fun to see her succumb to her (Jaycee-induced) fantasies than to the raw lust I know I could trigger in her loins. Think of it as a playful challenge. They’ve already slept together, so it’s not like she doesn’t want to… Just amplifying what’s already there… Unfortunately, Martine’s not coming with us tomorrow, so I’ll have to interrupt this experiment and continue when we return. I’m open to suggestions, if anyone has any–what kind of fun should I have on the trip? –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Sorry I haven’t updated you in a few days, it’s just been busy. Very busy. Busy as in, me having way too much fun with Jo. Let me back it up a bit and explain a few things I’ve noticed about thralls. They’re not the same. Sure, I may affect them in the same way, but how they respond to the stimulus varies a lot based on their personality. Martine, for example, loves being controlled and aroused. She’s very submissive that way. Any time we’ve had arguments before (and those are pretty rare) and I’ve turned her on to end the fight, she embraces it and gets all over me, like sticky honey (yum!). Jo’s different. She’s tenacious, stubborn, and willful. On Friday, when she came into the office, I immediately reached for her libido and jacked up the heat between her legs. She walked as calmly as she could around the table, straddled me, and kissed me. And bit me at the same time, drawing blood. I cut it off and watched her ass while she returned to her chair. She sat down, gave me a sultry look, and rubbed her boobs and crotch while I watched. She stared at me in silence, her message clear: “I’m your plaything, but I’m not your plaything.” If Martine is honey, then Jo is sriracha sauce (and I love me some sriracha sauce!). I can make her feel incredible (and have several times since Thursday), but she doesn’t surrender to me the way Martine does. On Friday, I did follow her as she went to the bank and made her boobs extremely sensitive while she waited in line. She looked around and spotted me, her fierce glare promising retaliation. I didn’t want her to have a complete sexual meltdown in the bank, but I kept a steady flow of pleasure going to at least make her whimper and embarrass her a bit. Once she was done, she beelined for me, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me into a bathroom. She didn’t bother undressing, she just yanked down her underwear, dropped my pants, and impaled herself on me. She pushed my head into her boobs and came quickly. She was done, but I wasn’t. As she dismounted me, I generated searing sexual heat in her groin and watched her animalistic expression as she got back to business. She was fierce and thrust against me with almost primal brutality. Damn that was hot! To see that girl, normally classy and controlled, turn into this beast… it was hot! When I came, she joined me with a second orgasm. We exited the bathroom quickly after. Then there was yesterday, where she rolled her chair to my side of the desk, as if we needed to be close to discuss something. She sat upright, but slowly opened her legs wide in front of me. Her skirt slid up her thighs and revealed a very small thong that left nothing to the imagination. I could see she was hot and ready, though it wasn’t my doing. She reached down and rubbed herself, looking at me in defiance. I was too fascinated to stop her or enhance her pleasure, and I suddenly realized she was reaching her orgasm all by herself. I felt it was my duty to make it last a bit longer, and watched with satisfaction as her climax broke the 30-second mark. Today, she has a lunch meeting with a male client. I think I’ll spice things up a bit… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

So picture this: me, at my place, sitting on the couch, pants unzipped, holding a glass of wine, a big erection pointing up. Jo, disheveled, standing over me, in the process of squatting down as she’s pulling her panties out of the way, her face a mask of raw desire. Martine, standing behind her with her eyes closed, reaching around and ripping Jo’s blouse apart to reveal her oversized breasts. What happened after that, I’m sure you can imagine. What happened before, while not as sexy, is probably more interesting. For a few weeks now, Jo has been pressing me with questions about the rings, and why *I’m* the one that’s “in control” of them. She doesn’t remember who put them there nor was she ever drunk enough for this to have happened without he remembering it. And there’s no technology small enough to turn these tiny things into remote-controlled vibrators triggered by my unique voice. And now, the breast growth? That’s obviously way too weird. So yesterday morning, she tried to broach that topic (again) with me. And I responded in much the usual way: I talked, triggered the rings with my voice, and got her all hot and bothered. It worked as well as usual and soon, she was squirming and moaning, but even through that, she kept on talking (and gasping), insisting those tricks wouldn’t make her stop. I tested that theory, and after two orgasms, I could see she meant it. Then she added, “You tell me what’s going on, and I’ll sleep with you. I mean REALLY sleep with you.” I stopped and let her rest while I gave this some thought. Sure, we’ve been fooling around (and Martine knows all the details, she loves to hear about it), but going all the way was never really on the table. It’s purely arbitrary, we all know it, but that was the implicit understanding we had. I decided to text Martine and see how she felt about it. Her response was immediate: “I’m in.” So I emailed Jo and told her if she wanted to know everything, she had to come to my place at night, and Martine & I would tell her. I warned her she wouldn’t believe it, but I’d tell her anyway. She replied, saying she was willing to believe almost anything at this point, because none of it made sense. Fast forward to the evening, we’re all three in my living room, drinking wine. We agreed Martine would do all the talking, and so she tells Jo everything we know about the faeries. Finally, we introduce Minx. (Attitude was nowhere to be found, and I knew better than to go looking for her.) For a few moments, Jo was skeptical, thinking this was some kind of high-tech animated doll, but I ask Minx to do what we had agreed upon. I knew Minx wasn’t very good with organic stuff, but she’s fine with objects. She enchanted Jo’s bra and underwear so they would gently caress her body parts. She looked surprised for a few moments, but it had to feel really good and she started slipping into a state of high arousal. I started talking, telling Jo what had happened with Morgan Reiss, the unknown faerie, Old Crow, etc., but I think by the end of it, she didn’t care anymore and just wanted to have sex with me. I realized I’d gotten pretty excited myself and had transferred some of that lust to Martine, who was writhing on the couch next to Jo. Finally, Jo grabbed Martine by the hand, got up, and headed for me. I figured now was a good time to expand her bust size, and that’s when we all knew what was going to happen. The sex was incredible and there was a lot of it. Jo’s a strong, sexy girl with insane stamina. Martine has more tricks in her bag, but Jo’s raw athleticism makes up for the difference. We were at it for a good hour. At some point, we transited to the bedroom. When I got tired, Martine took over and had some girl-on-girl fun with Jo. Then there was some three-way action, then more girl-girl stuff. You can figure it out, right? The part you probably didn’t anticipate is that once this was all done, while we all laid on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, I noticed Jo’s rings were gone. There was something else about her aura, some kind of… willingness. I don’t know how else to describe it. I reached for it, not with my hands, but with… I dunno, some kind of other sense… and I took it. And then I knew. She was my thrall. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”