Blog: A New Thrall (IVb)

Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to update you on what happened Friday. I visited Brooke for the entire weekend. He lives out of town, so there was pretty much no time to get any writing done. (I did see Deadpool, though, and it was awesome!)

I won’t get into the details (got work to do and a co-worker to arouse), but she got there before I did, and was greeted by Martine, whom she had awakened and was only wearing a flimsy bathrobe. (She works night shifts at the club, remember?) I was there shortly after, but I can only imagine what was going through Karine’s mind. Maybe she was scoping the competition, maybe she was envious of Martine’s abundant curves, maybe she was having some lesbian fantasy? (I doubt that last scenario had any truth to it, but I always like to think of women fantasizing about lesbian scenarios, it’s just a guy thing…)

When I got there, we got straight to business. We all sat around the table and looked at the plans and discussed some of the changes I had asked for. While this went on, I also decided I wanted to do a comparison test–would I have more fine control over one or the other, or were my abilities with them equally effective. In other words, was I more attuned to one versus the other (i.e. probably Martine) or were my abilities even versus all women. You know, FOR SCIENCE! So instead of jacking up their sexual heat (and despite what I’m sure would have been a fantastic threesome), I decided I wanted to gradually arouse their nipples and see how that impacted their overall arousal. I imagined a dial from 1 to 10, where 1 was hardly anything, and 10 was an irresistible desire to pinch and tweak them, and I started the “competition” at 1. Every minute, I increased it by 1 and watched their arousal levels.

Until 3, hardly anything happened. Around that time, though, Martine realized what I was up to and shot me a lusty glance. Yeah, she knew what I was doing and she approved. At 4, she was subtly arching her back and forcing her nipples to push against the fabric of her bathrobe. I could see both her and Karine’s arousal were physically similar, suggesting my abilities worked equally well on different women, but Martine knew what I was doing and was getting turned on by that very idea. By the time we got to 6, I could see Karine was distracted and Martine was starting to breathe heavily. Karine’s nipples, which seemed to be puffier than Martine’s when aroused, were pushing through her woolen shirt despite the fabric’s thickness. She caught my glance and blushed furiously. She must be used to the attention, but also (from the way she dresses) reluctant to let it define her or her relationships. At that point, though, the temptation to forget propriety and personal boundaries must have felt overwhelming. She had to be thinking about one thing alone: relieve that crazy itch. At 9, she asked in a trembling voice where the bathroom was. I pointed to the one on this floor, but said there was a bigger one upstairs, and she should probably use that one instead. She got up on wobbly legs and rushed up. The moment she was gone, Martine grabbed a hold of her breasts and massaged them. She came before we got to 10. Minx (who was spying on Karine for me) told me she lifted her shirt over her big boobs as soon as she was out of sight, then pinched and massaged her nipples all the way up to the bathroom. She came almost exactly at the same time as Martine, just as she closed the door and leaned against it for support. It was, by Minx’s account, quite powerful. Having seen Martine’s, I totally believe it.

I left both women alone after that, though Martine wasn’t done with me after Karine had gone. I was a little late to work because of that.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”