Jaycee’s Blog - Thu, Dec 16

When I spoke to Priya yesterday, she was a little disheveled and exhausted. She may not have had much of a reason to trust me when I visited her on Wednesday, but yesterday was a different story. She recognized I hadn't bullshitted her and...um...hadn't gotten anything done during her day. Fortunately, she was on paid leave following up the incident with Derek St-Pierre, so other than doing some Christmas shopping (for which she was late), she didn't have much to do.

It turns out the spell the faeries had put on her was a tricky one. The difference between thinking about something and willing it to happen can get pretty thin, especially if you do something repeatedly and get very practiced at it. Priya's first few climaxes, she said, were a deliberate act of will (and they were great). Those that followed in the morning were increasingly easy to achieve, so much so that by early afternoon, it hardly required any effort to make it happen.

Of course, the problems started when she went shopping and she had some dirty thoughts, like what it'd be like if she came in the middle of a toy store while purchasing toys for her nephews. She was thankfully alone the first time it happened, but not the second time (though she managed to hide it pretty well by squatting to pretend looking at a box at the bottom of a shelf). Each time it happened fueled the desire to be even naughtier the next time, and she found herself struggling to stop these orgasms from happening. Just thinking about one too much could trigger another attack.

She took a long bath upon returning home—which was cause for more orgasms. The way she told it, her frantic splashing might have emptied half the bath. Then she had dinner (thankfully alone) and went to bed early. There again, she had multiple "incidents," and finally fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with erotic visions of herself having orgasms, which—of course—triggered more climaxes as a result.

When midnight came and the spell finally dissipated, she'd come a few dozen times during the day. As she finished telling that story, her expression turned to shock. She squealed, shut her eyes, and clenched her thighs. One hand flew to her crotch and she leaned forward as she came one more time.

I immediately turned to the faeries.

"Sorry," Naughtybelle said, raising her hand, her grin was entirely unapologetic. "I did that."

I waited for Priya to recover, which took her a few minutes.

"So m'lady," I said, "what's your wish for today?"

"Before I answer that," she said without hesitation, "I'd like to know why you're doing this for me. All of you, I mean."

I hesitated.

"Tell the truth, Jaycee," Attitude said sternly, arms crossed against her ample chest.

I swallowed hard. This would not go over well, I could predict it.

"Well... What happened to you on Tuesday... It was kind of my doing."

"Kind of? What do you mean?"

"It was my idea to take down Derek St-Pierre, and I used one of the faeries's gifts to take over anyone I touched. One of these persons was you."

Priya gave me an icy stare.

"So," she said, "this lap dance I was giving him, and the kissing...that was you?"

"Yeah... It was your body, with me in charge of it."

"Oh, my God," she whispered.

She covered herself with her arms as if that could change anything. No doubt she felt pretty violated and I felt the grip of guilt in my guts.

"I'm really sorry about that," I said. "St-Pierre and his secret organization has done some terrible things, including causing the death of one of our dearest friends. A faerie."

Priya looked at me with an angry glint in her eyes, then turned her attention to the faeries.

"I think I'm ready for my second wish, if you don't mind."

And that's how I was subjugated to her for the entire day. I was subjected to a number of indignities that included (not an exhaustive list):

• Spontaneous orgasms—some as Keanu Reeves, some as myself, and some as characters from her fantasies. She even had me transform into her so she could see what she really looks like when she orgasms.
• Puppet-boy, forced to do wear a French Maid outfit (as a guy) and clean up her entire apartment.
• Giant Dick, which is exactly what you think since I'd been such a dick for what I did to her (no matter how justified it was). I had to perform several Chippendale dances for her, and even, y'know, touch myself inappropriately in front of her.
• Public humiliation, during which she had me accompany her on some errands while wearing vibrating vaginal and butt plug (me, not her). I vaguely remember talking to she very pretty lingerie sales girl and having a raging climax in front of her. It was very embarrassing, even if it's happened many times before.

You might think—as  I did—that it was odd how Priya just accepted this new reality and even embraced it. Some of the people I've told about faeries over the years haven't reacted with this kind of...maturity. I guess she's just one of those pragmatic girls who accepts reality as it is when it's presented to them, and just rolls with it.

She finally allowed me to go back home after I cooked her dinner, did the dishes, and gave her a sexy massage that did not end with a happy ending, no matter how much my throbbing member wanted it to.

You know what's odd? I barely know her, but I really like this girl.

--Jaycee