I was at work early this morning (big deadline today), so I was pretty busy when Jo came in this morning. I didn’t pay her much attention until I noticed she had closed the door to our office and had come to stand next to my desk and waited without a word. Just like earlier this week, she was wearing a tight skirt. I looked up at her, but she was staring at the door, as if making sure no one was walking in on us. Her aura showed she was pretty aroused, as many women are when they fantasize about something. “What is it?” I asked. “I’ve got a deadline, I’m pretty busy.” She muffled a squeal and leaned a hand against my desk to steady herself. Her eyes stayed fixed on the door. “Do you… want something?” I asked again. Her free hand slowly pulled the hem of her skirt up until she bare the junction of her thighs. She was bare! The tiny ring was right there, clearly visible, ready to vibrate at the sound of my voice. “Ha!” I exclaimed. “Is that what you want?” She suppressed a moan, her eyes never leaving the door. She thrust her hips just a bit forward. “You’re actually ENJOYING your… problem, aren’t you? Well, I can’t blame you, I’d probably do the same thing if I had–” “Rub!” she ordered quickly, her voice breaking as she stopped another moan. She was leaning more heavily against my desk and her breathing was heavy. She was clearly trying to suppress her squirming in case someone walked in on us, but doing a poor job of it. Rubbing, now, hm? Sure, why not. So I kept talking and slipped my fingers between her thighs, as ordered. I don’t know how long she’d been fantasizing about this, but she was ready, if you catch my drift. I could feel the little ring vibrate hard above my hand and decided to press my palm against it. That elicited a yelp from her and her body grew very tense. I kept my hand there and, within moments, she was over the edge and quaking through a long orgasm. And it was over. She left the office, no doubt to clean herself up, and returned some time later. I can only conclude from this that she’s becoming a willing participant in this, whatever this is. Can’t wait to see what happens next… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

There was a Happy Hour last night at a trendy bar near where I work. I went there with a few colleagues (Jo didn’t join us, I’m sure you can imagine why). Attitude had come to work with me, though, and noticed a very hot girl dressed for the hunt, but apparently for the sole purpose of rejecting men who’d approach her. Apparently, her name is Kate and she dresses this way all the time to get free drinks, then shoots down any man who tries to hit on her. Attitude felt compelled to make her life more… difficult. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I left Jo alone most of yesterday (except a “have a good evening” at the end of the day, rewarded by a moan and a muttered “jackass!”), but after reading several comments here, it IS true that I’ve got the upper hand. (Bear in mind, though, that she knows karate, so there’s always that underlying concern that if intimidation doesn’t work, she’ll follow-through with punches and kicks that can break wooden boards.) But this morning, there was an opportunity for me to do something that was plausible and fun at the same time. We, along with a few other coworkers, got into the elevator at the same time. We work on the 10th floor and there were several stops before that. Some colleagues decided to chat me up and I figured I couldn’t NOT answer. Jo was leaning in the corner, head down, hugging herself and shivering hard until we got to our floor. Because everybody was facing away from her, I don’t think anyone noticed her predicament, but I knew. (Also, it was hard not to notice the intense arousal in her aura.) She made a turn for the bathroom as soon as we were out of the elevator. She was at her desk 10 minutes later. I sent her a message on the internal messenging system. “Got yourself off?” The response came quickly (much like she did, I presume). “Do that again and I’ll end you.” That was the end of our exchange. Interestingly enough, though, her arousal kept going UP, not DOWN after that, as if she had been fantasizing about something. Huh. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Wow. When she came in this morning, Jo was wearing a pencil skirt. With high heels. And long legs that just stretched forever. She got into our office, closed the door, and walked to me. Without a word, she spun my chair so I’d face her, then straddled my lap. Her skirt rode up to her hips and I saw she was wearing sexy black underwear (probably expensive stuff considering how little fabric it had). Still in silence, she slowly thrust her hips back and forth against my crotch and leaned in to kiss me, arms around my neck. I had a very nice glimpse of her cleavage before our lips met. The kiss was shorter than I would have liked, but enough to get me aroused. She separated us, then grabbed the back of my head and drove it between her warm, bountiful breasts. I mumbled something in protest, but all that came out were muffled sounds. Then she got up and walked away, leaving me wanting more. As she sat, she shot me a look I couldn’t quite decipher. For sure, she wasn’t very aroused, just a little. Her voice wasn’t hostile, but her tone was firm. “You ever pull a stunt like Friday again, I’ll make sure your balls are blue all day long.” Ouch. I was pretty silent all morning, I can guarantee you that. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I haven’t mentioned this, but for the last 2 weeks, I’ve been shopping for a new condo. This morning, I met with a sales rep named Karine who had a unit left to sell in a new development that’s being built in my area. Young, fairly short woman, blond hair and a friendly demeanor. She was wearing a loose wool shirt and a big scarf that looped twice around her neck and hung in the front. I was a good boy and maintained eye contact, but I became quickly convinced there was something under that shirt she didn’t want to show so she’d be taken seriously. When she was looking away (or staring at the floor plans of my future condo), I glanced at her chest and confirmed there were some nice fleshy orbs hidden in there. One of them was even lying heavily on the table as she leaned forward to point something on the plan. But that’s not the “fun” part. The fun part is that she’s a thrall, one of these women that are mysteriously compatible with me and whose arousal levels I can manipulate. So as I noticed that heavy breast pushing against the table, I did some pushing of my own and triggered in her what must have felt like inexplicable sexual arousal in her boobs. I couldn’t see her nipples harden, but I know they did. She stammered and blushed, but managed to keep her voice steady despite the rising heat she felt. I kept it at a low but distracting level and enjoyed the next fifteen minutes as she squirmed and fidgeted on her chair. We finished our meeting and I promised I’d get back to her soon. When we shook hands, I sent a strong thrill through her as a parting gift. I’m sure she was very thankful (her face certainly was very red). I think I’ll bring Martine for the next visit and see what hapens… 😉 –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Yesterday, Jo finally showed up to work around 10AM. She immediately sat at her computer and avoided looking at me. She was red faced with shame, but (more interestingly), her aura gave off burning signals of arousal. She texted me through the internal messaging system. “Don’t talk to me! I should report you to HR for sexual harrassment.” “I suppose you could,” I wrote back, “but it’d kind of be hard to prove I’ve done anything, right? You invited my girlfriend to your place and had sex with her.” She looked up at me and glared, but I could detect a small jump in her already-high level of arousal. She held my gaze as if waiting for something. Maybe an apology? Or something else? I decided to make a gamble on “something else.” “Get up,” I said out loud, holding her gaze. She started, probably feeling the rings’ effects on her sensitive bits. She squirmed in her chair, not following my command. “Look,” I said, “I can keep this up all day. You’re going to have to get up at some point, and the longer you wait, the longer I talk and the more… difficult it’s going to be for you…” She let out a whimper, then tried speaking, but all that came out were moans. Her arousal shot straight up and I thought she was going to climax right on the spot. “S-stop,” she managed to blurt out. She lifted herself off her chair with effort, her legs trembling, her thighs pressed together. “Oh my fuck…” she said, shutting her eyes and trying to maintain control. I just watched her for a few moments, this tall, beautiful girl, full of lust and unable to do anything about it. I realized I wanted to have sex with her, and she with me. “Tell me what you want,” I ordered. “Tell me the ONE thing you’d like me to do to you right now, if we weren’t at work.” Her breathing was heavy and her forehead was covered by a sheen of sweat. She shook her head, biting her lower lip and raising one hand to grope her left breast. “Tell me,” I insisted. “I’m going to keep on talking until you–” “Fuck me!” she blurted out. “Fuck my ass against the wall!” The thought brought her over the edge. She gripped the edge of her desk with both hands and gritted her teeth as her body was rocked by a small orgasm. She squirmed and moaned, then sat down again, eyes shut, trying to catch her breath. I let her sit there for a moment until she opened her eyes again and looked at me. “Fuck you,” she whispered. I don’t know if that was a threat or a promise, but I’m sure I’ll find out shortly. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

So, last night… Yup, Jo and Martine got together (at Jo’s place). I wasn’t there, but Martine told me everything after the fact (I did have to trigger a few orgasms to get it out of her, but I suspect that was her plan all along). Here’s the message I left on Martine’s phone. “Hey Mart, are you two ready to go? Good. Hey Jo, yeah, I know what’s going on. I’ve known for a little while and I think it’s really hot. I love the idea of you banging my girl, I can just see the two of you in my head, going at it, and it’s very hot. Martine just texted me about 30 seconds ago, just before starting this message, so right at this moment, I’m imagining what’s going on. If I know Martine (and trust me, I know her), she’s probably getting very worked up right now. Look at her. Her face’s probably pretty flushed and her nipples are all hard, right? Yeah, thought so. She’s probably starting to squirm and getting real excited. It won’t be long before she comes closer to you and starts taking off your clothes. I’m thinking it’s happening now. “I just want you to know whatever’s going on, it’s okay. I’m fine with it. In fact I’d like you to rip her clothes off right now and take her like she’s your personal sex slave. She’ll do anything you want. She’s so horny right now, she’s probably barely thinking. Let’s take this one step further: I’m going to give you instructions for the next half hour, and I want you to do to Martine exactly what I tell you to do. I promise, it’ll be good for the both of you.” I don’t have time to transcribe everything in great detail, but it instructed Jo to perform oral sex on Martine while pleasuring herself with her hands, then lie face down, ass up, offering herself to Martine, then there was scissoring involved, double dildos and all sorts of depravities that I spent most of the afternoon yesterday conjuring up. Since Martine texted me, I timed her arousal and reactions accordingly, and all went according to plan. When she arrived to my place late evening last night, Martine gave me all the details and said she tried counting Jo’s orgasms, probably over half a dozen. She herself probably had eight or nine, so she might have lost count at some point… And right now, Jo’s late for work, so I don’t know what’s going to happen next. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”