Jaycee's Blog - Thu, April 1

Jo did visit last night, though she called first to double-check that I wasn't kidding about the faeries being gone. She was a bit worried that this was a "sexy trap" (her words, not mine), something that's happened in the past. (I'm not going to lie, she is very pretty, and Attitude likes throwing pretty girls at me since she can't cast spells directly at me.) I promised this was no joke, and she was here in time for dinner.

She was wary at first, but she relaxed once it became evident Attitude and Minx weren't around. After dinner & drinks, I told her something I've begun noticing over the last few days, but had no way to safely test. Since she's a thrall (someone very susceptible to fae magic and influence), I can normally make her body feel all sorts of things. You know, sexy things. It has gotten stronger over the years, to the point where I could even program her body to react to certain keywords (like cranking up her arousal upon hearing her name—always a great party trick). But ever since Minx has vanished, I've had this feeling my influence might have faded a bit. It's hard to put into words, but my connection to her feels weaker.

So I asked.

"I'd like to run a test on you, if you don't mind."

"A sexy test?"

"Yup," I said, then explained what I was worried about.

She thought about it for a while. "No funny stuff between us, okay? I'm with Jules and I'm not a cheater."

I agreed. I promised I'd only watch. I wouldn't touch her and I wouldn't make her touch me. We sat across from each other in the living room, then I started pushing tendrils of pleasure inside her boobs and her privates. She squirmed a little, but it wasn't much, so I cranked things to eleven—or at least tried to.

"Is that it?" she asked. "It's feeling nice, but you've done much better before."

That stung a little, I have to admit, so I tried a little physical control. I willed for her to rip open her shirt and push up her boobs. She raised her hands a little, looked them, and steadied them before they did anything.

"Wow," she commented. "You're not at your best, huh?"

I slouched a little. "This usually works."

She came over to comfort me, one arm draped over my shoulders.

"Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon." She grinned at me. "One out of five..."

I caught the reference and mock-glared at her. "Seriously? You're giving me Tony Stark?"

"Well," she laughed, "you're not giving me much. Gotta make my own fun."

That stung a little. Without thinking, I quickly grabbed her hand and pushed a raging orgasm through her. Physical contact always works best, and I"m happy to report that while my abilities are diminished at a distance, they seem to work well enough if I touch the target.

For now, anyway.

--Jaycee