So picture this: me, at my place, sitting on the couch, pants unzipped, holding a glass of wine, a big erection pointing up. Jo, disheveled, standing over me, in the process of squatting down as she’s pulling her panties out of the way, her face a mask of raw desire. Martine, standing behind her with her eyes closed, reaching around and ripping Jo’s blouse apart to reveal her oversized breasts.
What happened after that, I’m sure you can imagine. What happened before, while not as sexy, is probably more interesting.
For a few weeks now, Jo has been pressing me with questions about the rings, and why *I’m* the one that’s “in control” of them. She doesn’t remember who put them there nor was she ever drunk enough for this to have happened without he remembering it. And there’s no technology small enough to turn these tiny things into remote-controlled vibrators triggered by my unique voice. And now, the breast growth? That’s obviously way too weird. So yesterday morning, she tried to broach that topic (again) with me. And I responded in much the usual way: I talked, triggered the rings with my voice, and got her all hot and bothered. It worked as well as usual and soon, she was squirming and moaning, but even through that, she kept on talking (and gasping), insisting those tricks wouldn’t make her stop. I tested that theory, and after two orgasms, I could see she meant it. Then she added, “You tell me what’s going on, and I’ll sleep with you. I mean REALLY sleep with you.”
I stopped and let her rest while I gave this some thought. Sure, we’ve been fooling around (and Martine knows all the details, she loves to hear about it), but going all the way was never really on the table. It’s purely arbitrary, we all know it, but that was the implicit understanding we had. I decided to text Martine and see how she felt about it. Her response was immediate: “I’m in.” So I emailed Jo and told her if she wanted to know everything, she had to come to my place at night, and Martine & I would tell her. I warned her she wouldn’t believe it, but I’d tell her anyway. She replied, saying she was willing to believe almost anything at this point, because none of it made sense.
Fast forward to the evening, we’re all three in my living room, drinking wine. We agreed Martine would do all the talking, and so she tells Jo everything we know about the faeries. Finally, we introduce Minx. (Attitude was nowhere to be found, and I knew better than to go looking for her.) For a few moments, Jo was skeptical, thinking this was some kind of high-tech animated doll, but I ask Minx to do what we had agreed upon. I knew Minx wasn’t very good with organic stuff, but she’s fine with objects. She enchanted Jo’s bra and underwear so they would gently caress her body parts. She looked surprised for a few moments, but it had to feel really good and she started slipping into a state of high arousal. I started talking, telling Jo what had happened with Morgan Reiss, the unknown faerie, Old Crow, etc., but I think by the end of it, she didn’t care anymore and just wanted to have sex with me. I realized I’d gotten pretty excited myself and had transferred some of that lust to Martine, who was writhing on the couch next to Jo. Finally, Jo grabbed Martine by the hand, got up, and headed for me. I figured now was a good time to expand her bust size, and that’s when we all knew what was going to happen.
The sex was incredible and there was a lot of it. Jo’s a strong, sexy girl with insane stamina. Martine has more tricks in her bag, but Jo’s raw athleticism makes up for the difference. We were at it for a good hour. At some point, we transited to the bedroom. When I got tired, Martine took over and had some girl-on-girl fun with Jo. Then there was some three-way action, then more girl-girl stuff. You can figure it out, right?
The part you probably didn’t anticipate is that once this was all done, while we all laid on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, I noticed Jo’s rings were gone. There was something else about her aura, some kind of… willingness. I don’t know how else to describe it. I reached for it, not with my hands, but with… I dunno, some kind of other sense… and I took it. And then I knew.
She was my thrall.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
10 thoughts on “Blog: Jo’s Rings (XVI)”
Urazz
So a fairy essentially turned Jo into a pseudo-thrall with the rings that slowly warped her personality and changed her. Then after she had sex with you, she became a full thrall it looks like. I’m guessing this is how the first thralls were made as well. Though I’m guessing with the rings gone, the ability to make her breasts grow is gone sadly. 🙁
It looks like the lesson learned today is that there are other ways for people to become thralls. Though I’m wondering if those who are thralls naturally like Martine, are born that way due to an ancestor that was made into a Thrall in ways similar to how Jo was made into one.
If genetics are a factor then it’s probably passive for most people and will only trigger for those who have the right personality for it and meet someone like you Jaycee.
Gallstone
The big question being, of course: what does Old Crow get out of setting this up…?
Lurker
Old Crow?
Jaycee
It goes way back: https://www.bloomingfaeries.com/blog/the-mysterious-faerie/
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
drew schneider
i think this is a sort of darth vader to luke esque deal type thing. he knows Jaycee has a faerie, possibly two if he doesn’t know that attitude hasnt shared her name with him, and hes trying to make sure that jaycee doesnt become an obstacle by trying to get him to join him via the whole “join the darkside look at the pleasures of it” type thing.
Alexandria Sukle
I really need to stop reading these at work. I don’t care if I’m the only girl commenting, (and if I’m not, hip hip hooray!) but good lord I wish magical beings were real. I’d totally be a sexual faerie.
Jaycee
You’re not the only one, there are several female readers who comment here from time to time. Clearly the readership is predominantly male, but I personally always get a kick when I run into female readers who enjoy this sort of content.
And yeah, I can imagine reading these at work messes up with your productivity. Imagine WRITING them at work… 😉
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Alexandria Sukle
Oh trust me. I’ve done that at well to try and well..satisfy my appetite lol and since I work retail I get all kinds of ideas for characters ?
Jaycee
Ha! Good on you, then! I’m a little envious, I’d love to work I an environment where I run into so many character ideas. Feel free to send a few my way, if you feel like it, and I may end up featuring them in one story or another. 🙂
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Alexandria Sukle
I definitely will!!! That’d be awesome lol
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