Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Dec 1

It looks like I'm out of the penalty box with the faeries. I'm still subjugated to Naughtybelle*, but when I woke up this morning, they did something nice for me: my entire condo is decorated in the spirit of Christmas (even though most of them think it's a really dumb holiday). There's a Christmas tree, green and red garlands half-looping near the walls and ceilings, and enough colored lights to (nearly) make me blind.

Naughtybelle was standing on the staircase railing when I came out. She was wearing a short green dress with white fur trimming and a matching hat. She looked positively ecstatic and clapped her hands when I looked at her in confusion.

"It's the CHRISTMAS SEASON!" she chirped. "And you know what happens during the Christmas season? There's a SURPRISE every day."

I was a little confused and still dazzled by all the lights, so I wasn't at my best when I answered.

"Huh?"

Naughtybelle wasn't phased by my confusion. She just kept going.

"You know how parents buy their kids these calendars with lots of little doors and chocolate behind them?"

"Advent calendars?"

"Right!" she said. "Well, we've got an advent calendar-type-thingie planned all month just for you."

"Cool," I said. "I love chocolate."

"No no no," Naughtybelle said, shaking her head vehemently. "It's not chocolate. That'd be silly. For you, it's sexy stuff. Twenty-four days of sexy stuff, one surprise every day."

Now I got worried. A daily curse didn't sound all that different from my regular hell, so I wasn't sure what the upside was for me. At the same time, the last thing I wanted was to somehow disappoint or anger my faerie mistress. I didn't want a repeat of the last few months after our altercation, so I put together what I hoped would be an Oscar-winning heartfelt performance.

"That's amazing, 'Belle," I said. "What an outstanding gesture. I really appreciate that, thank you."

Grief flew in from the kitchen, a large mug of steaming coffee floating magically next to her.

"Your morning coffee," she said. "And don't be surprised, I spiked it with a little faerie dust because you're going to need a lot of sexual stamina in a moment."

I grabbed the mug, one eyebrow raised. "What's happening in a moment?"

I heard Fantasia's voice to my left.

"SHE's going to happen."

When I turned to look in her direction, I found her standing next to the living room opening. There also stood Sophie, dressed only in red Christmas ribbons barely wide enough to cover her sexy bits. She was acting all embarrassed and demure, very much unlike her usual self (if a sex doll can have a self). I swear she was almost blushing from embarrassment. Even though I knew she was just a doll and this was just acting, a less rational part of my anatomy instantly rose to the occasion. I glanced between the three faeries.

"You mean, I can...y'know?"

They all nodded. I set the coffee mug on the nearest table.

"I'm not gonna need this," I said. Then I headed for Sophie, led her to the living room, and rammed my Santa up her chimney until the reindeers came home. Which they did, multiple times.

Looks like this might be a fun holiday season after all.

--Jaycee

* If you're a new reader and have no clue what's this "subjugation" I'm talking about, you should go back to my earlier blog entry where I talk about it.