I brought Minx with me to the gym again yesterday. I had an idea that I wanted to try. I explained it to Minx, and she thought it was great. She clapped her hands and just couldn’t wait to try it. It involves spinning. Honestly, I think it’s a very sexy sport. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s a bunch of people on stationary bikes following the instructions of some crazy trainer who’s pushing them to their limit. I’ve looked at these people a few times, and the chicks are pretty hot. They often wear very sexy and form-fitting leggings, which I have a weak spot for. Because there’s a lot of screaming and loud music, they do this in a closed room (with glass walls so we can see inside). So after my morning training, I went to stand next to the spinning room and watched them start their routine. Minx already knew what to do, so I just sat back and waited for the magic to happen. What’s that, you ask? Minx’s task was to “grow” little vibrating bumps on every seat. For the women’s bikes, the bump was closer to the front; for the men, it was closer to the back. I’m sure you can imagine the possibilities, and the consequences. To make things more interesting, the faster one pedaled, the more intense the vibration would be. I was wondering what people’s reactions would be — would they complain about it? Would they try to switch seats? Would they just walk out of the class? Only a few did. For the most part, people just pedaled and followed the instructor’s directives. It was great watching some of these girls lean forward and REALLY grind their crotch against the seat. I noticed a lot of gaping mouths, sweaty foreheads, and more than a few tight and erect nipples through the tank tops. (Some of the girls tried wearing their towels around their neck in an attempt to hide their arousal, but I wasn’t fooled, not one bit.) It was also pretty interesting to see many of the guys just… sit back and keep pedaling, their towel laid conveniently over their lap to (no doubt) hide their erection. I gotta admit, I’m having some fun with these things. It’s not REALLY harming anyone, and in fact I think I’m responsible for at least ONE couple getting together after the spinning session. One guy and one girl were so revved up that they went to a somewhat secluded corner of the gym and made out a little. That’s me, Matchmaker Jaycee! –Jaycee Next Update: Wednesday

I asked Minx to join me at the gym today. It may be that women don’t really feel sexy when they exercise, but I wondered if I could change that a little, with my faerie friend’s help. And since it’s a public place, I figured it would keep any perverse urge I might have in check. The intent wasn’t to sleep with anyone, but just to see if I could make something funny and sexy happen. Minx was very enthusiastic at the idea, so it wasn’t much of a hard sell. I started with some elliptical training for cardio. After the treadmill fiasco on Tuesday, I thought I should go for something a little more… low-impact. I was actually doing okay. Then this chick climbed on the machine next to me and broke my concentration. We’re talking H-O-T, here. Early twenties, pink spandex top, amazing six-pack abs, and a round butt whose details were clearly outlined by the tight leggings she was wearing. Her auburn hair was tied in a convenient ponytail. She was carrying an iPhone and wearing ear-plug headphones that clearly expressed that she was in her little bubble and didn’t want to be disturbed. I smiled to myself. I didn’t want her to be affected directly. Instead, I wondered if giving her a wedgie would lead to some arousal. (I know, you girls won’t get this, but us guys kinda find wedgies and cameltoes a bit sexy.) So I thought to myself, “Minx, could you make it so that the longer she trains on the elliptical, the more her underwear give her a wedgie?” There was, of course, no response, so I waited. I focused on my own exercise and my breathing, but I would occasionally shoot sideways glances at the girl next to me. After a few minutes, I could tell she was twisting her legs and hips a little, trying to move so that her underwear would rearrange itself without her having to reach down and do it manually. Naturally, that didn’t work. I glanced at her. Nope, no arousal. I was a bit disappointed, but I figured there was still time. So I waited some more. Around the ten-minute mark, her discomfort was pretty obvious (at least to me, since I knew what to look for). It was clear to her that this wardrobe malfunction wasn’t going to fix itself, so she quickly slid a discreet hand between her legs to unwedge her panties from their snug location. She looked around to make sure no one had seen anything. Me, I was busy fiddling with my iPhone’s music player, so I don’t think she noticed that I had seen everything. I wasn’t sure if her arousal level had changed. Maybe just a little. I mean, if your underwear were wedged like that and rubbed against some sensitive parts, maybe it’s a bit of a normal reaction. I waited some more. Another five minutes, and she was struggling with the same problem again. Her breathing was a bit harder and she was sweating a little, but that’s normal when you’re training cardio. What was different, though, was that she was definitely getting turned on by what was happening. In fact, she didn’t seem to be trying to prevent it, on the contrary. Now that she was a bit more excited, it looked (to me) like she was trying to squeeze her thighs a bit more to get the most of it. At the end of my twenty minutes, I stepped off my machine and wiped my face off, drank some water, fiddled around with my iPhone, etc. I pretended to look busy while discreetly observing her from behind. Her butt cheeks were contracting on and off, and she seemed to be struck by the occasional shiver. And yes, her level of arousal was getting pretty high. So mission accomplished! Well done Minx, that was kinda fun to watch. 🙂 (And if anyone has ideas of harmless sexy things Minx & I could do at the gym, I’m open to suggestions. 🙂 ) –Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

On Saturday morning, after a good night’s rest, I got to talk to Minx about the night before. In fact, I didn’t have to seek her out, just the reverse. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she was fluttering all around me, cheerful and excited. “Well? How was your night? Did ANYTHING interesting happen???” I gave her a suspicious look. “You know what happened, don’t you?” She tried to shake her head in ignorance, but she’s just a terrible liar. “Come on. ‘Fess up. What did you do?” She giggled. “You’re no fun, but you’re right. I made that happen.” “So what exactly DID happen?” “I was there. I made myself really small so I could hide in your jacket, and then, ‘cuz I was so close to you, I could read your thoughts really clearly. So I made these girls do what you wanted them to do.” “You did that???” She mock-wiped her forehead. “Yup. And it was a lot of work, because I had to concentrate a lot, but it was fun.” “You made that girl put her phone between her legs?” She nodnodnodded. “Down in her panties. And then I made her thighs stay real close together, ‘cuz it’s more fun that way. She really tried to make it stop, but eventually, she stopped resisting.” Wow… “And Jessika and Sasha?” “Oh, that was easier. That was just a trigger. I made it so she’d get more and more excited the longer and closer she’d be to that other girl.” I was a little shocked. I hadn’t realized the potential of Minx being able to read my thoughts. I was more worried about her finding out things I didn’t want anyone to know, but in retrospect that was a bit silly. She already knew terrible and embarrassing things about me, so what was a little more going to hurt? But the idea that she’d read my mind and act on my ideas was a novel concept. I certainly should explore that a little bit. “So… if we were to, say, walk around together and I wanted you to do something to someone, you’d do it?” She tapped her chin, deep in faerie thought. “Maybe, if it’s fun,” she said. “Sexy and fun!” So that’s what happened on Friday night, and that’s what I’m now struggling with. I’m debating what I could or should do with this. Any thoughts? –Jaycee

Next update: Friday