Author: Admin

I took Jo shopping this weekend (Martine couldn’t come with, but she made me promise to tell her all about it later, which I did). I figured if I am to keep on “torturing” her the way I’ve been doing, the least I can do is buy her some clothes (and lingerie).

The clothes part was fine. It wasn’t particularly exciting, but she’s (thankfully!) a fast shopper and didn’t have any trouble choosing which shirts and skirts she wanted. The lingerie part was more enjoyable (and, as it turned out, a new experience for me). There was this kit that we both agreed looked nice, so she went to try it on. Since we’re “close” now, she called me inside the booth to check it out once she had it on. It was red and black and TIGHT in all the right places! It got my imagination (and libido) running, and it wasn’t long before I transferred some of that excitement to her.

More interestingly, though, I found myself fantasizing about her boobs being too constrained and popping out of the top. Nothing physical happened, but I noticed she shivered and stammered, as if something was wrong.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. Then she grabbed her breasts with both hands and shook her head. “N-no, something’s odd…”

“What is it?”

She massaged her boobs and moaned. “It’s like… Oooh… Like they’re growing. Can’t you see? They’re at least one cup size bigger.”

It was my turn to shake my head, everything looked normal, just like before. But Jo kept moaning and squirming, rubbing her boobs as if it was going to make them shrink of something. The more she insisted they were getting bigger, the more I wanted them to grow, but nothing seemed to change. Same (and still very nice) chest as before.

Finally, I relented, not so much because I wanted to stop, but because her moans were starting to get a bit loud for a public place. It looked like the sensations stopped and she looked at me, panting.

“You did that, didn’t you? You made them grow?”

“But they DIDN’T grow!” I protested.

But she insisted they had, and were overflowing so bad she thought the nice frilly top she’d tried on was going to burst. She wouldn’t take my word that nothing had changed and punched me in the shoulder (ow!).

“Well, don’t do it again!” she ordered.

Which meant precisely the reverse, I knew.

Anyway, I’ve done a few more tests and it looks like when I push things just the right way, she completely believes her breasts are growing, with all the visual and tactile sensations that come with it. I don’t get to see or enjoy any of it, but it sure looks pleasurable…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Last week was fun but exhausting. I wasn’t sitting next to Jo on the plane, so I could only push things to her, but not always see the result. For the most part, it was relatively harmless stuff, like itchy nipples or high erotic sensitivity, but once, just for fun while she was asleep, I jacked up her libido to unreasonably high level. It resulted in what I can only assume was a very wet dream and some sexy whimpering–no doubt to the shock of the large lady sitting next to her.

While we had business meetings, I kept things professional until Thursday morning, when she knocked at my door before we were supposed to meet for breakfast. I really hadn’t done anything to her in almost 48 hours and I could tell her arousal levels were pretty high. She pushed me aside, closed the door, and slammed me into the wall. She just held me there, breathing heavily, staring at me as if waiting for my move.

Obviously, she wanted me to take charge, so I did. I hit her with all the lust I could muster, and watched with satisfaction as she moaned and collapsed into a horny heap at my feet. Her hands roamed over her body, then plunged unceremoniously between her legs. She came hard and loud in an instant. I then carried her quaking body to the bed, still focusing on her intense sexual heat. She lay on her back and signaled for me to come closer, spreading her legs invitingly.

I’m a gentleman, so I obliged.

There was a hidden request behind that visit, and I got the message pretty clearly: she wanted me to use my abilities on her, so I did. For the rest of the trip, I “inconvenienced” her as often as possible. She would struggle to repress her lust, but definitely got off on it. Every night after that, she came to my room, always seeming to want to talk about work, but expecting things to degenerate (and they did).

Seriously, that girl is awesome!

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Sorry I haven’t posted much lately, it’s been very busy at work. Jo and I are going on a business trip to Los Angeles tomorrow to meet with some clients who want to work with us regarding a big publishing project. I’ll be gone through the weekend, but I’ll try to keep you posted as to what happens.

So what’s happened in the last 2 weeks, since I discovered Jo was now my thrall? Plenty.

Last I wrote, Jo was going to a meeting with a client and I promised I was going to spice things up–and I did. Every time the (cute) waitress came within a few feet of her, I cranked up her sexual arousal so that the longer she stayed, the hornier Jo got. She caught on quick (Jo’s very smart!) and kept the interactions as short as possible. Nothing unprofessional happened, but I knew she’d need to change her underwear (or go commando) after lunch.

For most of the last two weeks, I’ve been hitting her at random with “attacks” of unexpected lust, generally at inopportune moments. I know her address (she “volunteered” that information last week, in exchange for a “free day” from my sexual tampering), so I’ve even triggered some “sexual episodes” when she was at home by herself. Apparently, one of those times was during a phone call with her mother, who may or may not have caught on with what was going on (Jo wasn’t sure…).

I’ve also increased her arousal whenever she’s around Martine (but always in public, where she can’t do anything about it). Of course, she knows it’s me, but I want to see if, despite that knowledge, she’s going to develop an attraction for my girlfriend. I think it’s more fun to see her succumb to her (Jaycee-induced) fantasies than to the raw lust I know I could trigger in her loins. Think of it as a playful challenge. They’ve already slept together, so it’s not like she doesn’t want to… Just amplifying what’s already there…

Unfortunately, Martine’s not coming with us tomorrow, so I’ll have to interrupt this experiment and continue when we return.

I’m open to suggestions, if anyone has any–what kind of fun should I have on the trip?

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Sorry I haven’t updated you in a few days, it’s just been busy. Very busy. Busy as in, me having way too much fun with Jo.

Let me back it up a bit and explain a few things I’ve noticed about thralls. They’re not the same. Sure, I may affect them in the same way, but how they respond to the stimulus varies a lot based on their personality. Martine, for example, loves being controlled and aroused. She’s very submissive that way. Any time we’ve had arguments before (and those are pretty rare) and I’ve turned her on to end the fight, she embraces it and gets all over me, like sticky honey (yum!). Jo’s different. She’s tenacious, stubborn, and willful. On Friday, when she came into the office, I immediately reached for her libido and jacked up the heat between her legs. She walked as calmly as she could around the table, straddled me, and kissed me. And bit me at the same time, drawing blood. I cut it off and watched her ass while she returned to her chair. She sat down, gave me a sultry look, and rubbed her boobs and crotch while I watched. She stared at me in silence, her message clear: “I’m your plaything, but I’m not your plaything.”

If Martine is honey, then Jo is sriracha sauce (and I love me some sriracha sauce!). I can make her feel incredible (and have several times since Thursday), but she doesn’t surrender to me the way Martine does.

On Friday, I did follow her as she went to the bank and made her boobs extremely sensitive while she waited in line. She looked around and spotted me, her fierce glare promising retaliation. I didn’t want her to have a complete sexual meltdown in the bank, but I kept a steady flow of pleasure going to at least make her whimper and embarrass her a bit. Once she was done, she beelined for me, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me into a bathroom. She didn’t bother undressing, she just yanked down her underwear, dropped my pants, and impaled herself on me. She pushed my head into her boobs and came quickly. She was done, but I wasn’t. As she dismounted me, I generated searing sexual heat in her groin and watched her animalistic expression as she got back to business. She was fierce and thrust against me with almost primal brutality. Damn that was hot! To see that girl, normally classy and controlled, turn into this beast… it was hot! When I came, she joined me with a second orgasm.

We exited the bathroom quickly after.

Then there was yesterday, where she rolled her chair to my side of the desk, as if we needed to be close to discuss something. She sat upright, but slowly opened her legs wide in front of me. Her skirt slid up her thighs and revealed a very small thong that left nothing to the imagination. I could see she was hot and ready, though it wasn’t my doing. She reached down and rubbed herself, looking at me in defiance. I was too fascinated to stop her or enhance her pleasure, and I suddenly realized she was reaching her orgasm all by herself. I felt it was my duty to make it last a bit longer, and watched with satisfaction as her climax broke the 30-second mark.

Today, she has a lunch meeting with a male client. I think I’ll spice things up a bit…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”