Jaycee's Blog - Mon, Dec 20

Today, the faeries' advent gift is a spell called (according to Naughtybelle) Tongue Lashing. It's a spell that makes a woman's tongue stretch twice as long usual, and makes it as sensitive as a clitoris. I thought it was a little weird, but I decided to give it a go.

Obviously, the best place to use it was at restaurants, so I went out to a local greasy spoon for lunch. I sat at the counter and ordered a burger & fries—nothing fancy. Two stools to the left, a chubby latina lady (whose name was apparently Maria) was having the day's special. I hit her with the spell and watched her expression change over the last minute. One moment, she was bored and distracted; the next, she was getting lost in the erotic feelings of the food in her mouth. Even as she took her bites, her tongue would stretch out several inches to help suck the food in. I don't know how else to put it: it looked...very agile. By the end of her meal, she was squirming on her seat and rushed to the bathroom to...well, you can guess.

Yeah, I bet you're imagining the same thing I was imagining at that moment. I couldn't wait to try this on someone attractive. At first, I was thinking Buenanotte, where I went a few weeks ago (where I turned the sexy waitresses in futa chicks). Unfortunately, the place is closed on Mondays, so I turned my attention to a different kind of restaurant, the kind that's open seven days a week and has sexy waitresses—that's right: Broue! (That's the one where I spent a day as a waitress, Brittany, and ground my crotch on the table of my customers.)

There weren't many female customers in the restaurant, and anyway, they weren't my ideal targets. No, I cast the magic on every female employee I found (waitresses & bartender). They seemed puzzled at first. It didn't take long before I saw a pair of them chatting animatedly in a corner. I didn't know their names, but one was definitely coming on to the other, like they were girlfriends or something. The one with long dark hair was glassy eyed and making passes at the brunette with the boobs. Eventually, they just kissed. That had to be some kiss because they slunk to the ground and disappeared from my view (the bar was in the way). They reappeared briefly as they rushed off to the personnel area, where I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. I mean, two girls with long and sensitive tongues. What do you think is gonna happen?

The bartender (Christy) had grabbed a lollipop from a bowl next to the cash register and licked it with way too much enthusiasm. Most of the waitresses were chewing bubblegum. Several were showing visible signs of arousal, from flushed cheeks to erect nipples, much to the enjoyment of the patrons. One of them—who had been flirting with a single male customer even before I cast the magic on her—even disappeared under the table. He covered her as best he could with his winter coat while she zipped down his pants and took care of business. I could tell from his increasingly slouched position and rolling eyes that she was doing a spectacular job with her tongue.

Tongue lashing indeed.

And no, I didn't get anyone to "take care" of me, Sometimes, faerie magic is about giving to others; it's not just for me. And I get plenty of action. One selfless day isn't going to hurt me.

--Jaycee