Jaycee's Blog - Sun, Mar 26

On Friday night, I took Tarantina with me and paid Morgan Reiss (my old boss) a visit. I told Tarantina that I didn't want Morgan to hear or see me until I said the word "Fahrvergnügen." She showered me with her usual insults about being a simp, an incel, a gooner, and so forth, but she complied. At my request, she teleported us straight into Morgan's living room.

I'd never visited Morgan's home, but it was exactly as I imagined. Modern furniture, classy paintings, lots of light, and windows. Her split-level home wasn't necessarily huge (three bedrooms, one office, two bathrooms, a TV room, a comfy living room, etc.), but it was clear she was a cocooner. Everything was clean and spotless as if she was ready to host a dinner party.

We found her by herself eating on a small folding table in front of her television in the basement TV room. She wasn't dressed like in the office, which made her look almost like a stranger. She was wearing some kind of form-fitting black lycra leggings and a pink fluffy sweater. Her hair was loose and fell lightly over her shoulders. I cracked my knuckles. I was ready to go. First thing: get her in the right mood.

I asked Tarantina to connect her hands to mine so that I could make them do anything I want. She made it so. I then guided her hands inside her sweater, found her large boobs, and squeezed them. I could literally feel her breasts inside my palms, an unexpected bonus from Tarantina's spell. Morgan yelped in surprise, then glanced around the room as if looking for someone.

That's when Tarantina showed herself to Morgan.

"No!" Morgan said, tears almost welling in her eyes. "I... I thought you were gone!"

But I wasn't paying attention to her. I had a scenario in mind and I wasn't about to let Tarantina mess with it.

"What are you doing?" I asked her while guiding Morgan's hands to her crotch. I had her rip her leggings, pull her panties aside, and play with her crotch. "I didn't say you could show yourself to her!"

"I go where I want and I do what I want," Tarantina answered.

For a moment, I thought she'd given me up, but she hadn't. Her clever answer was both good for me and for Morgan. Still, it was her way to show me (as she often does) that while I'm in charge, she's not just a mindless drone that only does what I want.

Morgan realized that with her big windows and the open curtains, anyone who passed on the street might see her (though that would have been unlikely in my opinion), so she got to her feet (still unable to stop her hands) and hobbled her way to her office. I had her hands focus on pumping harder inside her while ordering Tarantina to make her incredibly hot and wet. As soon as she entered the office, she collapsed to her knees, her hands continuing to ravage her.

Morgan tried pleading with Tarantina to stop, but my malicious faerie was only too happy to say that this wasn't her doing and that she was powerless to stop it. She was just an...innocent witness. The real villain was unseen and unheard. She was just a tool in his hands.

In my hands.

Right at that moment, Morgan exploded in a spastic orgasm. That's when it hit me. She was right. I was the villain in this situation. I was treating Morgan like my own private sex toy, uncaring about her feelings or desires. I was projecting some crappy male fantasies onto her like she was a mere canvas with no choice in the matter. I'd gone through so much perversion at the hands of Tarantina (before Christmas) that my moral compass was twisted and maybe I no longer had a good sense of right and wrong. I'd need to figure this out, but now wasn't the time for that.

I immediately stopped and said the magic word. I appeared in front of Morgan and knelt beside her. I apologized, but she was still shuddering from her climax. It was another minute before she was able to speak. When she finally saw me, she was confused. She'd seen me as female Brooke, but she'd never seen the male version. My clothes were similar enough, however, and she quickly made the connection.

"It's...you," she said.

"Yes," I said.

I helped her up and led her back to the TV room. I asked Tarantina to repair her clothing, then we sat down and talked. She didn't seem frightened, as if what I'd done was nothing in comparison to stuff she'd gone through before. I promised I'd never touch her again.

I told her about what I'd been through in the last few years, and more recently, and how I'd "turned" Tarantina into my personal faerie assistant. Morgan said it sounded dangerous, but I reassured her that as long as I didn't forget to "renew" my control every full moon, we were in no danger.

As an apology, I asked her if there was something she might wish for. To my surprise, she said yes, there was. Because of everything she'd gone through, ordinary sex was...difficult for her nowadays. The orgasm I'd witnessed was the first one she'd had in weeks. She just couldn't do it the vanilla way, so maybe a magical trigger could make it happen.

That was the least I could do, of course. I had Tarantina wire her so that any time Morgan snaps her fingers, she can make herself (or anyone she wishes) climax on command. She tried it on herself and the result was spectacular! She offered to do it to me, but faerie magic doesn't do much against me, so I didn't feel anything. She shrugged and snapped her fingers half a dozen times after that, targeting the orgasms at herself.

I was about to leave when she asked me if I wouldn't mind staying for the weekend. There were fantasies she had in mind that she would like to experiment with, and there was no one who'd understand them the way I could.

So I agreed, and that's what we did all of Saturday and Sunday.

--Jaycee