Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Sept 29 (Patreon)

So, you ask, how did I get through my date with Linda last week? Well, it was rough, but it turns out I needn't have worried. Brooke had worked with the faeries to give my inconvenient penis a little extra that would help take care of things.

But I didn't know that at the time.

When Linda showed up, I was wearing some REAL baggy pants. I had prepared some dinner (a five-course meal, in fact, hoping to delay the inevitable). After the appetizers, however, I could tell she was in a mood for more. She was too horny and made it clear (through not-so-subtle double-entendre) that it wasn't food she wanted to lay on the table and eat. Every time I'd get up to put away some plates or get the next course, she'd find an excuse to get up, keep me company, and/or grope my boobs from behind while I was serving the food. It was getting distracting, and the Big General in my pants was getting hard from her attention. Fortunately, she'd stayed away from grabbing my crotch, so my secret was still safe. I wasn't sure for how long, however.

After the main course, she became more insistent. The puzzled glances she was giving me suggested she was becoming suspicious. In an attempt to throw her off the scene, I took charge and grabbed her chest from behind. I pressed my boobs against her back, careful to keep the erection in my pants away from her butt. Turns out this was a mistake. My advance was the signal she'd been waiting for all night. She pushed me into the wall, her body glued to mine. We kissed until, finally, she realized something hard was pressing against her stomach.

"What is THAT?" she asked in shock, her hand rubbing the bulge in my slacks.

"Ah," I mumbled, looking for any answer that wouldn't sound idiotic. "It's...ah...a strap-on. A big one."

So much for not sounding like an idiot.

"I'll say," she answered.

Linda turned around and started unbuckling my belt.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to see it," she said.

Of course she would. Linda likes girls, but she likes dicks as well. It's the guys they're attached to she doesn't care for. So obviously the thought of me with a strap-on would be a huge turn-on for her. I wanted to stop her, but couldn't find a good excuse to stop her. She'd been obviously horny for a while, and my own need for constant sex wasn't helping me come up with anything good or smart.

So I let her proceed. She pulled my tight jeans down and kneeled in the process, coming face to face with...IT!

That's when the unexpected happened. Instead of reacting with shock, she just stayed on her knees, hands resting in her lap, staring calmly at my erection. After long moments, I broke the silence.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

Again, more silence.

"Are...you waiting for something?" I asked.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get up, maybe, and talk to me? I mean, I thought you were going to freak out."

Linda got up. "Sure, Mistress, we can talk. What about?"

Mistress? What, was she into BDSM all of a sudden? That really was more Riley's thing, not hers. I asked her a few more questions and it became clear something had happened when she saw my dick. She'd become shockingly passive and compliant, not at all like the regular Linda I knew. I decided to run a test.

"Linda, stand on one foot, jump up and down, and howl to the moon."

Without hesitation, she did all that. Suspecting it might be a trick, I went for something she'd never do.

"Go to the bathroom to take care of business, but leave the door open."

"Yes, Mistress," she said.

And she did exactly that. So that was it! There was something magical about my dick that had somehow hypnotized her. I'm not embarrassed to say that the situation had some very exciting potential. After she returned, I took advantage of it and treated her to a few sexy scenarios that left both of us exhausted.

And after it was all done, I told her to remember that I had used a strap-on. In fact, from now on, every time she saw my dick, she'd see it as a strap-on, not an actual penis.

I just hope that suggestion lasts longer than my new (and hopefully temporary) dick.

--Jaycee