Jaycee's Blog - Tue, Oct 12

Life with Sophie isn't as much fun as you might think. I mean sure, she's built with all the features I like in a flesh-and-bones female, but it's not like she's there to tend to my needs. It's precisely the reverse, and this week I've learned what "pegging" means.

Lemme tell you, it's not entirely unpleasant, but it's humiliating if it's not something you're really into.

Sophie's an...interesting new addition to my life. She doesn't speak and I'm now suspecting that she's a reflection of what Grief "put" into her. A few times a day, she grabs me while I'm doing something else and starts her dominatrix routine on me even if it's not convenient for me. And unlike standard BDSM, I don't have a safe word I can use to put a stop to it. If I'm working, I have to quickly turn my camera and microphone off, or everyone's going to hear what's going on.

All through the week, more gay sex toys have shown up. Sophie seems to know exactly how to use them. We've had some marathon sessions that have...well, "expanded" both my mind and my butthole, I think.

Yesterday, as I sat down to write this blog, Sophie walked up to me (dressed in full latex and looking very good), swiveled my chair so I'd face her, and straddled my crotch. I was sure this was the start of some kind of teasing session. She kissed me, pushed her latex-clad boobs against my chest, and ground her crotch against mine. Sure enough, I got excited pretty fast. (What! I'm not made out of wood! Or maybe I am...) I was certain this was going to lead to some kind of interruption and sexual torture, but it didn't. Her hand reached inside my pants and kept going.

She got it all done and took me over the edge, if you catch my drift. When it was all done, she walked away and sat in the living room to...watch some TV?

I was a little perplexed until Grief fluttered in my vicinity.

"That was it," she said. "My time with you is done."

"And...that?" I asked, pointing at the mess Sophie had caused in my underwear.

"That was a reward for taking it like a man."

I must have looked a little somber because she continued right away.

"You have FAERIES in your life, you idiot! You may not realize it, but it's a rare privilege to have just ONE. You've got FOUR. So we're going to mess with you from time to time. Embrace it."

"Yeah," I grumbled, "lucky me."

"All you need to get alone with us is to stop being a dick, get your head straight, and treat people right."

And without waiting for a response, she flew away.

What the fuck was that all about?

--Jaycee