Monday night, I discovered that Martine has been “cheating” on me with Jo. Apparently, after that thing with my voice messages, she and Jo tried it a few more times with (she says) pretty sexy and spectacular results. When I asked for her to give me the details, she said (with a big grin) she didn’t kiss and tell and looked at me with mock defiance (and, I could tell, a fair bit of sexual arousal). So I gave her what she wanted: a thorough “interrogation” (using orgasmic torture). It lasted a good half hour and by the end, she was lying on the floor, her clothes torn off, sweaty and panting–and asking for more. I said no, I had another “punishment” in mind. All of yesterday, when I knew she wasn’t driving, I cranked up her arousal to near orgasmic level, but also prevented her from coming. It would only last a few minutes, but I did it every hour or so. Last night, when she got to my place, she didn’t say a word and pretty much tore my clothes off and jumped me. And she also admitted her “crimes” with Jo, going in great detail about the pleasure they gave each other. The short version is that Jo is the one who asked her to do this again (and again…). And if I rely on Martine’s description of the (multiple) events, she’s spiraling into depravity, each session and request becoming dirtier and kinkier. Their last encounter (Sunday), she even asked Martine to wear my clothes and a dildo while playing one of my voice messages. Apparently, Jo’s requested another meeting tonight. Funny, she’s sitting right across from me right now and you would never be able to tell what’s going on. I think I’ll prepare a special message for Martine to play tonight. I may even “play” with Martine from a distance, who knows… I’ll tell you how it went later. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

It was just a matter of time before it happened. This morning, our boss Chris came into our office and wanted to talk to both of us to brainstorm about how to deal with unreliable freelancers. Both Jo and I have struggled with freelance writers who promise they’ll be on time, but fail to deliver; Chris wanted to involve us in finding creative solutions to address the issue. So he stood next to our whiteboard and led the discussion. Jo and I glanced at each other; we both knew this was going to be trouble. While he wasn’t looking, she frowned at me and gestured for me to be silent, to which I nodded. I let her throw a lot of ideas while I nodded approvingly or shrugged, and occasionally allowed myself a slight grunt to avoid being completely mute. I was hoping it wouldn’t affect her too much and avoid making me look suspicious. After a while, though, it was inevitable that Chris would realize I wasn’t contributing much, and he looked at me with disappointment. “You haven’t suggested anything, Jaycee. Come on, give me something.” I shrugged, then sighed like this was a real tough question. I scratched my head, looked around searching for an idea, and otherwise pretended I was an idiot. “I know you have an opinion on this, you’ve been nagging me about this issue for the last six months. You can’t bail on me now.” Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. Chris was like a dog with a bone, he wasn’t going to let this go. I glanced apologetically at Jo. “Well,” I said, “Jo’s pretty much given you all the ideas I had. We’ve had that brainstorm two days ago.” I spoke quickly, hoping that doing so would minimize Jo’s… discomfort. I could see from the corner of my eye she was fidgeting and her breath was quickening, but she seemed to have herself under control. “What?!” Chris said. “You to have already done this and you’re letting me go like an idiot?” He looked at me in silence, waiting for my response. “Ah… Sorry,” I said, hoping he’d give me an earful but ask nothing else. Then my phone rang. I wasn’t going to pick up, but Chris pointed at it. “Answer it, we’ll finish this right after.” I looked at the call display before picking up. It was Greg, one of my less reliable freelancers. Talk about coincidence! “Hey Greg,” I said. “What’s up?” I was hoping he had a quick yes/no question, but no, that wasn’t the case. He wanted to discuss the finer points of the creative direction of the article he was writing for us and wanted my advice on what to do. If I didn’t have that conversation now, he’d be even later than he already was, so I had no choice but to answer his questions. I tried to be succint, but clearly not enough. Across from my desk, Jo was clearly struggling, head bowed and shivering stronger with each passing moment. I looked at Chris. He had his back to us and seemed to be reviewing the ideas on the whiteboard. As I kept talking, I looked at Jo, hoping to make eye contact, but she was looking intently at her keyboard, teeth clenched, hands grasping the edge of her desk. I think I could see her nipples though her blouse. This had to be driving her crazy. Finally, Chris turned back to face me and gestured for me to speed it up a little. I shrugged helplessly, pointing at the phone with quiet desperation. I mouthed “It’s Greg” as a manner of explanation. Greg’s well known for his long phone calls, so Chris nodded in understanding. Then he noticed Jo, who by then was squirming very visibly in her chair. “Jo, you okay?” he asked. Jo nodded, swallowing. “G-gotta go to the bathroom,” she said. She got up and hurried away. I noticed her her butt cheeks looked clenched and tight as she left the office. I was able to finish the phone call pretty quickly after that and finished things off with Chris. I gave him some kind of bogus explanation about having had the brainstorm, not wanting to make him feel like we were doing things without him so that’s why we were letting him go on. He told me to tell him anyway next time, he liked our sense of initiative and wanted to see more of that. He left before Jo returned, a good half hour later. I don’t know how much of that time she spent masturbating, but I imagine she came pretty fast and just needed some time to regain her composure. She and I didn’t speak for the rest of the day. I think she made an appointment with Chris to talk about a separate office. I can’t blame her. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

On Monday, Jo walked into our office and closed the door. She put a vertical finger across her lips in a gesture to tell me to be silent. “Martine told you, didn’t she? Just nod or shake your head, be silent!” She looked at me with authority, and I’ll admit I was a bit intimidated. This, remember, is a girl who can break planks with her bare hands. Maybe my voice can bring her to her knees if I talk long enough, but she can probably punch my throat in before the arousal sets in. So I nodded. No use lying, she’s too smart for that. “Yeah, I figured she would. Look, I don’t know why ANY of this is happening, but whatever it is, it’s sick and perverse! You have to make it stop.” I raised my hands and shoulders in a shrug of innocence. This isn’t my doing, I can’t UNDO it. She understood what I meant. “That doesn’t really help me, does it? We work in the SAME OFFICE! What am I supposed to do?” I gestured for her to sit at her computer and wiggled my fingers in the air like I was typing on an invisible keyboard. If I was going to be silent, we could at least talk through the internal messaging system. She picked up on that too and nodded. Moments later, we continued the chat through our computers. “We can talk through Messenger,” I typed. “Yes,” she answered, “but what about when someone comes in to talk to you? Or when you answer a phone call?” “Well,” I replied, “then you’ll be a sexy noodle twisting in your chair?” She glared at me over the computer screen. Okay, not funny, got it. “Sorry. Yeah, that’ll be a problem. Maybe you can excuse yourself when that happens and get out of the office?” She looked dubious. “I need a separate office.” “There’s none,” I replied. “We’re already beyond capacity.” “Dammit!” she exclaimed. At least ONE of us could use her voice. “Well, we’ll just have to figure it out. In the meantime, just shut up as much as you can.” “Sure,” I typed. “But can you at least tell me how this all got started? It’s pretty weird, you have to admit.” “Not now,” she said. Our boss was coming to see me for our morning update, so she excused herself and left the room. We haven’t spoken a word to each other in 2 days… It’s pretty awkward in here… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Well, I’m in trouble! Last Wednesday, I guessed (half-correctly) that my voice had an effect on Jo. I was going to talk to her that afternoon, but she took the rest of the day (and, it turns out, the rest of the week) off. I told Martine, who reached out to her. Jo didn’t tell her much at that time, just that she had some personal issues and might drop by Martine’s apartment at a later time to tell her about it. Saturday night, I was at Martine’s place myself and we were on the couch, watching TV and fooling around a little. (It’s never hard to get Martine in the mood–she’s got a strong libido to start with, and since she’s my thrall, my sexual mood becomes her mood most of the time.) But then, just as we were getting in the swing of things, the doorbell rang. Martine asked through the intercom who it was–it was Jo! Martine buzzed her in and, while Jo was climbing the stairs to her apartment, she told me to hide in the closet. I was able to hide just in time before Jo entered the apartment. They sat in the living room and (after Martine served her some red wine), Jo started talking. I couldn’t see them but I could hear them perfectly well. Jo jumped right into the topic and I could hear there was some distress in her voice. She talked about some piercings that literally APPEARED on her overnight, without her remembering how she’d gotten them. She didn’t get drunk or anything, or at least couldn’t remember any of it. But that wasn’t the part that troubled her, it was the way they VIBRATED when she heard MY voice. Martine pretended to be puzzled. Her Jaycee’s voice? That didn’t make sense. Jo agreed, but insisted it was true. She told Martine about what had happened on Wednesday and Martine kept pretending to be skeptical. Hidden in my closet, I could imagine my voice making Jo very horny at inopportune moments, and that got me a bit hot–which in turn got Martine hot, enough so that she seemed to choke on her wine. She reassured Jo she was fine, but I knew she was getting aroused. Her sexual imagination was probably at work when she suggested to test Jo’s hypothesis. If it was my voice that triggered the rings, she wanted to see it at work for herself. She had saved several of my voice messages on her iPhone. All she had to do was play one of them, and they’d see, right? Turn it on, then off, then on again, and it would be all the proof she needed. Jo agreed. The moment my voice message played, Jo let out a little whimper. Then: “What are you doing?” Martine answered she was checking for vibrations. I realized Martine was probably groping Jo’s breasts. The image of my busty girlfriend groping another girl (my co-worker) got me even hotter, and consequently Martine’s arousal went up a few notches. I’m guessing her clinical examination turned into more gentle, erotic caresses, and Jo’s whimpers turned into moans. Martine asked if the ring between her legs was vibrating too, but Jo said nothing. Martine told me later that she slid a hand down there to check, and the moan that followed was even louder. Damn it! I knew where this was headed and I couldn’t see any of it, except in my mind. (And I can assure you, what was going on in my mind was the stuff of legends!) And sure enough, though my voice message ended, Jo was excited enough that she didn’t stop Martine. There were a few weak verbal protests, but Martine assured her I wouldn’t know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t mind or care. They went at it for almost half an hour, undressing and kissing and licking and caressing and fingering each other, until many orgasms had been achieved on each side. And then they cuddled and talked some more, and HELL, they ran ANOTHER test using another voice message (at Jo’s request, by the way!), and they had sex again. All that time, remember that I was stuck in a tiny closet, forced to be silent and endure the torment of being so close to the action, yet so far. Also, I had a burning need to pee, which I had ot hold in until Jo left (which took about 2 hours). So it’s confirmed, my voice indirectly causes Jo to be horny. And it’s confirmed, Attitude has nothing to do with this, so whoever’s behind this, it can’t be good. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

This morning, something new happened with Jo. When I got the the office, she was already there and on the phone with a freelancer. I stayed quiet until she was done, then wished her good morning. To my (and her) surprise, she let out a loud moan, then blushed furiously. I didn’t need my Faerie Sight to tell this was an erotic moan. She apologized for the outburst and returned her attention to her screen, her face so red I thought she was going to faint. I asked her if she was all right. She bit her lips and squirmed a bit in her chair. She said she was fine, then apologized again and said she had to focus on some kind of emergency. I said all right, I’d leave her alone (she shivered when I said that), and stayed quiet. I think my voice is turning her on. Maybe I’ll try talking to her again this afternoon. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

The holiday period went great, thanks for asking. I’m glad to say my glasses have finally returned to normal. Attitude said it was a weak and pretty sloppy spell (she DID cast it in anger), so it wasn’t going to last very long. If you ask me, it lasted too long. Sure, there were some upsides (like seeing what a LOT of hot chicks looked like under their layers of winter clothing), but when it comes to work colleagues (or chubby folks shopping at Wal-Mart), I found out a lot more than I would have wanted. Didn’t think I’d see Jo before coming back to work, but Martine & her had a few nights out. We did run into each other when I dropped Martine off to meet with her, but we didn’t chat much. From what Martine told me, she admitted to having the rings, but didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it. If it’s typical faerie magic, I’m guessing she can’t take them off and that probably freaks her out a little. Should I approach her about what I know, and tell her about faeries in general? That might freak her out more. Also, it might bring to light the fact that I know about the rings and raise questions about HOW I found out. Don’t know if I want to go there… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”