Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Oct 6

In case you were wondering, the reason I didn't know Brooke was on her way to my place for the weekend was because it had all been arranged by Grief. She's gotten into my computer and emailed Brooke while pretending to be me.

And while she was in my computer, she's ordered one of those lifelike sex dolls and a bunch of gay and BDSM sex toys that have begun arriving this week. (I'm thankful Brooke left on Saturday and didn't get to see what my week's been like.)

The first thing that came in on Saturday were a Gates of Hell "prison" for my dick. It's kind of a series of rings held together by a leather strap. There's even a leash to drag me around with it. Of course, even though I didn't want to put it on, it's not like I had any choice in the matter. A prostate stimulator also showed up later in the day, and I put that on too. While this isn't exactly my cup of tea, biology is biology, and even if you're not into something mentally, it doesn't mean your body doesn't react. Sure enough, I got hard, but with those rings in place, there was a fair amount of...discomfort that accompanied the pleasure. Y'know what I mean, right?

That wasn't too bad and I was still able to work. Over the next few days, however, more gear showed up, much of which Grief was happy to put to immediate use. (Actually, she had ME use them, and thanks to the subjugation magic, I was outwardly enthusiastic to do it.) There were ropes and masks and really tight leather pants and nipple clips and even a full-face mask that forces your mouth open. I put all of this on without protest (or free will) and demonstrated their usage while Grief filmed me with my phone.

My TV time was limited to one hour a night, and of course I wasn't allowed to watch my favorite shows. No, I would watch (and reluctantly compliment) the videos of me that Grief had taken during the day. Then off to bed, though not much sleep came.

Unlike the other faeries, you may have noticed that Grief doesn't involve females into her punishment. She has a strong dislike of men and seems more interested in humiliating men by themselves. That's what my week was like, at least until Sophie showed up. I suppose that would be the best of both worlds, except that it wasn't.

Sophie is a lifelike sex doll. (There go $2,000 I didn't have to spare!) When she came in, Grief just positioned her in all sorts of way that would excite me (and even if I didn't get excited, Grief would order me to be, and there I was). Except, of course, I wouldn't get to have any fun with it. Then Fantasia whispered something in Grief's ear. She brightened up. She quickly cast a spell and Sophie came to life.

If you didn't guess already, she didn't give Sophie a kind and compliant personality. She made her a full dominatrix and I was her favorite sub. So all those toys...well, now there was someone to use them on me. She didn't talk, but it wasn't hard to understand her instructions, and I complied like an obedient sub.

That's been the last two days. I haven't had any FUN sex since Brooke's visit and I can't wait for my week with Grief to be over. With any luck, Attitude will be kinder to me.

Not much chance of that happening, I know.

--Jaycee

P.S.: in case you're curious about what Sophie looks like, here are a few pics from the manufacturer website.

Except now she wears a black latex outfit and carries handcuffs, a whip, and a leash. I'll let your imagination do the rest.