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Reorientation
by Anonymous (1997)
***
A married man helps a pretty woman stranded by the
roadside. (MF, cheat, affair, d/s, mc, tor)
***
Chapter 1
My new job was pretty good -- better pay, better
opportunities for promotion, more responsibility --
but the commute back and forth was getting tedious.
Lots of people would say that the 35 minutes each way
wasn't bad, but I was used to the five-minute commute
I was used to.
I'd started listening to the radio more intently than
had been my custom, partly for the traffic reports but
mostly to avoid boredom. I had tried listening to
books on cassette tape, tried to think about work and
keep notes about decisions and ideas, tried singing
along with the radio. Everything helped, but nothing
made a real difference. The commute was just plain
boring.
One portion of the commute was along an old highway,
one lane in each direction. Sometimes this would be
the worst part of the commute: trucks going 40 miles
per hour along the twisty, hilly road could be very
difficult to pass. Sometimes this would be the least
tedious part of the commute: no vehicles in sight for
the entire 20 miles. Sometimes, of course, it was
somewhere in-between.
I was recently married and I enjoyed my new, more
respectable and more stable life pretty well. However,
my wife had a fixation about my prior single life and
seemed sure that I was feeling stifled by the
limitation on my sexual desires.
Admittedly, I had a somewhat more active and varied
sex-life before marriage, but I was mostly content and
wasn't out looking for anything extra. I'd have an
occasional fantasy, sometimes while driving and
sometimes in more intimate circumstances, but they
seemed harmless enough. Besides, everyone fantasizes
sometimes. Right?
Jan, my wife, didn't even like it if I masturbated.
She regarded it as a sign of disinterest in her. I'd
tried to explain that it was sometimes just for the
relief of tension, and sometimes just because it felt
different and provided a bit of variety, but she was
not pleased. We had agreed that I wouldn't masturbate
anymore. Sometimes I resented that -- like driving
along the highway when she'd been out of town for a
week already.
So anyway, one day a couple of years ago, I was
driving along that twisty, hilly stretch of highway,
and Jan had been out of town for almost a full week. I
would have liked to have unzipped and taken care of my
near-unbearable sexual tension, there having been no
traffic visible since I left the last town a couple of
minutes behind. I started to fantasize about having
Jan there in the car with me, so that she could tell
me it was okay to masturbate while I drove -- or
better yet, maybe she'd go down on me, although she
seemed to dislike oral sex.
I was jerked back to reality by the realization that
an incredibly gorgeous, sexy young woman was stranded
by the side of the road, her bicycle wheel mangled by
an apparent run-in with a pot-hole on the shoulder.
Thoughts warred with each other in my mind: this could
be a set-up to steal my car and/or money; this could
be an opportunity too good to pass up.
"Idiot!" I laughed at myself. "She just needs a ride
somewhere to get her bike fixed!" I jammed on the
brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. As I
hopped out of the car, just a few feet past the bike
on the shoulder of the highway, she walked towards me.
"Hi!" she said. "I'm in a bit of a hurry and I've bent
the wheel on my bike. Do you think you could give me a
ride into town?"
"Sure!" I said, trying to sound friendly, and looking
her over. She was short, blonde, blue-eyed, just busty
enough to fill a shirt but not so much as to look
counter-balanced, and darn near perfect. She was
wearing tight shorts and a loose tee-shirt that said
something I don't remember. Her bare legs were trim
and enticing; her nose small and upturned; her shape
exquisite. Damn if she didn't look like something
right out of Playboy, with me selecting the models!
"Uh," I said, realizing the pause in the conversation
might have gone on just a bit too long. "Should we put
your bike in the trunk, or drag it off into the trees,
or what?"
"Oh, would it fit in the trunk?" she asked, looking at
the bike and then at the car.
"Well, it might," I said. "Can't hurt to try, unless
you'd rather not!"
She laughed and said, "It might be a bit of a tight
fit, but sure, we'll give it a try!" I opened the
trunk, walked to where it lay sprawled on the
pavement, and lifted the bicycle. The bending over and
straightening up again caused me to become aware that
I had a pretty major erection, still, trapped in my
underwear. As I carried the bicycle to the car, I
hoped it wasn't noticeable but didn't dare look.
Trying to get the bicycle into the trunk wasn't easy,
but after several minutes of contortions and
rethinking, I managed to slide it all the way in. By
this time, my erection had subsided almost to bearable
levels.
"Whew!" I said. "A tighter fit than I thought!"
She took one step closer and looked up at me. "Yes,"
she said, then looking down at the bulge in my pants
where my erection was eagerly returning. "That does
look like a tight fit!" She looked back up again and
smiled.
Blushing, I'm sure, I said, "Uh, well, yes." Short
pause. "Well, I guess we'd better get going!" With a
lingering glance, she walked around to the passenger
side of my car, but the door was locked.
"Oh, sorry!" I said. I jumped in and hit the power
locks button. She climbed in, fastened her seat belt,
and off we went.
"So, what's your name?" I asked conversationally.
"Susan," she said. "And yours?"
"Bob," I answered, and smiled. "Where do you need to
go in town?"
She paused a few moments. "Well," she started,
sounding a little unsure. "I need a place to stay for
a few days while I look for a job."
Yow! I thought. Better stay away from *that* topic!
"Well, let's see," I began. "There's a Holiday Inn and
one little motel out on the outskirts of town..."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I don't really have any
money, so I had pretty much planned on staying with
someone." She paused for a moment. "You see, I
usually don't have any trouble finding someone who'd
like to have me stay with them, looking as I do."
I looked across at her and realized she was watching
me with a sort of half-eager look.
"Well," I said. "Uh..."
I thought about it a little bit, and decided on the
safest of several possible responses.
"I could put you up a night or two at the Holiday Inn,
while you look for work, if you'd like."
Now it was her turn to sound uncertain. "Well, I don't
know. How could I pay you back if I don't find a job?"
"It'd be enough for me to know that I'd helped you
out. Honestly, I already feel that I owe you something
for the privilege of being able to look at you every
once in a while!" Short pause. "You really are
beautiful."
"But that doesn't make any sense. You could buy a
magazine full of pictures you could look at any time
you want for a lot less than it would cost to have me
stay even one night in a hotel."
"Okay, so I'm exaggerating a little bit. But honestly,
I don't mind. How many nights would you want to stay
there?"
"Oh, two or three nights would be enough, I think. If
I don't find work, I can always get my bike fixed and
move on until I do." She turned and looked out the
window, and I let her be.
The drive into town was occupied by pleasant thoughts
of Susan -- how she'd look without clothes, how she
would feel to my cock if I entered her, how she would
suck me and lick me -- and thus seemed to pass quite
quickly. All idle, innocent fantasy, I rationalized. I
was married; I was not going to get involved with this
very young, very helpless, very sexy woman. Even if
she was interested, and I assumed she wasn't.
I pulled into the parking lot at the Holiday Inn and
stopped the car.
"I'll be right back!" I said, and hopped out.
"Oh, I should come with you!" she said and ran to
catch up with me.
I walked straight to the check-in desk before I
realized that this situation would look pretty odd to
the manager. Best to be boldly honest about it, I
decided.
"Good afternoon!" I said as the manager hung up the
phone and smiled at me. "Susan, here, needs a room for
a couple of days while she looks for work and she
doesn't have a credit card, or a lot of cash for a
deposit, so I agreed to let her guarantee her room
for... let's say five nights, on my card." I handed
him my gold American Express.
"Very well, let me see what we have available," he
said and disappeared.
"I don't need five nights!" Susan said, quietly.
"That's okay," I said. "You can stay five nights and
I'll pay for it; if you want to leave sooner, then it
won't cost me anymore. But I'll gladly let you stay
that long, or even longer if you want to call and
arrange it." I fumbled around in my pocket, trying to
find one of my cards, so she'd be able to call me at
work. I hadn't really thought about it, but I clearly
did *not* want to give her my home phone number.
Susan took the card and contemplated it for a moment.
The manager returned with a key and a charge slip.
"Please sign here," he said. I signed, took the key,
thanked him, and led Susan back to the car. "We should
get your bike out and lock it up somewhere."
"Oh, forget the bike!" she said. "I don't have a lock
anyway. I want to see my room!" Suddenly she looked
really excited. I remembered what it had been like the
first time I stayed in a hotel as an adult, how
independent and sophisticated I felt. I assumed that
she was feeling the same sort of thing. We walked
towards the rooms, instead.
But at the same time, my erotic fantasies returned,
even stronger. I pushed those thoughts away. Again.
Room 154 was a standard room, one queen-size bed, a
television, a small bathroom, and nothing much else.
She rushed inside and threw her purse onto the bed and
flopped down on it, bouncing slightly. For the first
time I noticed that her just-right-sized breasts
bounced enticingly beneath her loose shirt. "No bra,"
I thought, and shoved that thought aside roughly, too.
"Do you need anything else, then?" I asked, suddenly
almost eager to get away from my dilemma. I'd already
decided to take her bike home tonight and return it
tomorrow, if she didn't say anything. Jan would be out
of town until tomorrow night, so she wouldn't notice
the bike. She wouldn't look in the trunk of my car,
for that matter. Why was I hiding this? Just feeling
guilty about my erotic fantasies, I assumed.
"Well, maybe," she said, biting her lip. "But I hate
to ask you for anything else."
"What is it?" I asked, quietly aroused and frightened
at the same time.
"Well, I don't have any money," she said. "And I don't
know where to go in this town to get some food... you
know, without having to pay money for it."
Secretly relieved and frustrated, too, I pulled out my
wallet again and fished out a $20 bill. "This is about
all the cash I have," I said. "Do you think this will
last you until tomorrow?"
"Oh, sure!" she said, but not reaching for it. "It's
just that, well, I don't feel right taking more of
your money without doing anything back."
"It's okay, really," I said. Again the dilemma was
pressing on me, and I felt that I should be leaving.
But I was standing there holding money out towards
her, and she was sitting there staring back, and
walking away now would look strange, and impolite,
too.
Finally, Susan said, "Well, okay." She took the money.
"Here's how I'm going to thank you, even if you don't
want it!" She put her arms around my neck, closed her
eyes, and kissed me.
All my happy fantasies came rushing back to me in a
moment, with afterburners on. The feel of her breasts
through my shirt, the shape of her in my hands, the
sweet scent of her hair and slightly sweaty body, all
these turned my brain off and my passion on. Her
tongue pressed against my lips and, moments later, our
tongues were happily engaged. My hands roamed over her
back, and my erection was back, painfully trapped in
my underwear.
Her hands sought out the back of my shirt and pulled
it free from my pants, then unbuttoned all the
buttons. She began caressing my chest and stomach. My
hands, without conscious volition, were reaching up
inside her shirt and feeling those near-perfect
breasts. The nipples were as hard as my erection, and
her little moans suddenly came to my attention.
With a start, I pulled my mouth back from hers and
started to pull my hands away. "I'm sorry," I said. "I
really can't."
Tears filled her eyes. "Bob," she said. "You're the
first man I've been with for so long who hasn't tried
to trade favors for sex. I so much wanted to thank you
that way, because you really are sweet and I know you
want me."
Nearly gasping for breath and said, "But I really
can't. I'm married..." I sounded pretty lame, though
"...and, well, I just can't."
I again started to pull my hands away, but she
squeezed me tightly and sniffled once against my
shirt. "Oh, Bob, please. Please let me thank you the
only way I can." She squeezed again and, with eager
swiftness, began unbuckling my pants. "Besides," she
added, laughing, "this way I won't be quite so
hungry!"
"No, really, I can't," I said again, but she went on
unbuckling, and then proceeded to pull my pants down
to my knees. I reached as if to pull them back up, but
she was already carefully pulling my underwear down,
trying not to hurt my throbbing penis. I briefly
noticed quite a damp spot soaked into the fabric and
felt mildly embarrassed. She gave the glistening wet
head a quick lick as the erection reached full-force,
and then took me into her mouth.
"Oh, god," I said, not sure whether in pleasure or
confusion or fear. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god."
As quickly as that, perhaps thirty seconds of her
quick, skillful sucking and a couple of eager thrusts
of my hips and I came, shudderingly.
She kept up her sucking, eagerly swallowing, one of
her hands fondling my balls gently. "Oh, god," I said
again, my knees suddenly collapsing, and I fell back
onto the bed.
"Oh, Bob," Susan said. "You were wonderful, and you
taste good, too!"
"Uh, thanks," I said, trying to slow my rapid
breathing. I almost couldn't believe it had happened.
I started feebly pulling my underwear back up, feeling
that perhaps I could get away now and think the whole
situation over under less pressure.
"Wait, Bob," she said. "Let me get a towel and wipe
you up first."
She rushed into the bathroom and came back with a
towel and very, very gently wiped up the saliva and
semen. Then she bent over to kiss me again, and I
kissed her back eagerly. I had never before tasted my
own semen, and found the taste odd. I certainly didn't
think I tasted "good," as she claimed, but not bad
either.
"Thank you," I said. "But I really do have to get
going."
"Oh, of course," she said, and grinned mischievously.
"Just one more thing," she added.
"Uh, okay, what's that?" I asked, sighing, and pulling
first my underwear back up, the damp spot now quite
chilled, and then my pants. She reached into her
purse and pulled out a shiny stainless steel revolver
and pointed it right at my face.
"I want your wallet, and then you're going to take me
to your house for a few other things."
-= Chapter 2 =-
I was quite confused, and frightened. I don't remember
what I said or what Susan said, but shortly we were
pulling into the driveway of my house. I was just
beginning to come out of the shock of having this
beautiful young woman, who had given me such intense,
quick pleasure, turn out to be a thief. The thought
suddenly came to me, though, that once we were in the
house, there was every chance that she'd get what she
wanted and kill me. Living on a dozen acres right
outside of town doesn't give one a lot of neighbors,
and most of them were too far away to hear a gunshot
inside our house.
"You know, my wife might be home by now," I lied,
thinking that she might be wary of going inside if she
knew that.
"Oh, Bob," she replied. "You're not going to start
lying to me now, are you? If you thought your wife was
going to be home, you would have said so long ago, or
said nothing and hoped to trap me."
"Well, what do you want?" I asked, starting to get
angry.
"Let's get inside the house first," she responded,
suddenly moving quickly to get outside of the car, but
still covering me with the revolver. Damn! This would
be a good time for the Sheriff to show up. He was
always pretty quick to snoop around when Jan wanted to
sunbathe nude, or when we got a little passionate
outdoors. Now he was nowhere in sight. Damn!
The thought suddenly struck me that perhaps I should
gun the car now and try to get away, leaving her
stranded. Two things prevented me:
I'd have to explain to Jan how she got there in the
first place, and why her bicycle was in the trunk of
the car. Three things: she might be able to shoot well
enough to hit me.
"Come on, Bob," she urged. "You're not going to run
now." I glanced over and saw the gun pointed right at
me still. Besides, there's no traction on gravel. She
could shoot me two or three times before the car even
really got moving.
I slammed the automatic transmission into Park and
pulled out the keys. Susan led me to the front door,
always behind me now. Every time I snuck a look, the
gun was pointed right at me. I opened the door, my
hands shaking badly.
"I've never had to kill anyone yet, Bob," she said.
"Especially not anyone who tastes as good as you do!"
"Yeah, right," I said. She gestured me inside the
house and away from the door, then she entered and
closed the door behind her, still not looking away
from me, her aim unwavering.
"Down to the basement," she said, gesturing. I went
towards the basement door, then stopped.
"Why the basement?" I asked.
"Shut up," she said, gesturing with the revolver. I
shrugged and started walking again.
I opened the basement door and noticed idly that the
lights were all on. Well, maybe I forgot to turn them
off last time I was down here, I thought. She gestured
me down the stairs.
Suddenly I knew something odd was going on; the
basement had been completely rearranged, and some new
stuff was lying around. Among other things, a mattress
was lying in the middle of the floor, and someone had
painted a red arc on the floor.
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked. Susan was
still at the top of the stairs, the door closed behind
her.
"Well, Bob, I came home a little early." Jan's voice!
I turned to look towards where she was, but I couldn't
see anything in the dark corner. Maybe there was a
gang of thieves, and they'd caught her, too! "What I'm
about to do, Bob, is as much for your good as mine.
I'm doing it for us."
She stepped forward, stripped nude and also holding a
revolver. "Take off your clothes and lie down on that
mattress," she ordered.
"What for? Jan, I..."
"Shut up!" She cut me off. "Just strip and lie down
and keep quiet for a while." She gestured with the
gun; I slowly removed my clothing, then went and lay
down.
"On your stomach," she said. I considered refusing,
but something really strange was going on, and I
wasn't thinking well. I turned over.
I heard Susan come down the steps and walk over to
Jan, then come towards me. The moment I thought she
was within reach, I whirled over onto my back and
grabbed for her hands, where I expected to find the
gun. No chance; she'd given it to Jan. I felt like an
idiot, holding Susan's wrists in my hands for no good
reason. She didn't even struggle.
"Oh, Bob," Jan said. "Lie back down. Don't make this
difficult." Her gun was pointed right at my face. I
complied, fuming inside. Susan handcuffed my hands
behind my back, then my ankles together. The cuffs
were cold, hard metal; they felt substantial. Not
toys, anyway, so I doubted I'd be going anywhere.
Then, almost as an afterthought, Susan chained the
ankle cuffs to the handcuffs, leaving me nearly
helpless.
"That's better," Jan said. "I'll leave you here to
think over your transgression for a few minutes." Jan
and Susan left, taking my clothes.
Jan returned alone a few minutes later, without the
gun but with something else in her hands.
"I've had a little talk with Susan, Bob, and I must
say you did quite well. I didn't expect you to resist
her nearly as much as you did. Nevertheless, you did
give in eventually, as I expected you would."
"Entrapment, eh?" I said. "You set me up."
"Oh, not really. Some opportunity would have come your
way eventually, I just made sure it was under
controlled circumstances. I've been to a class, Bob; I
wasn't really on business. The 'Women For Monogamy'
give these classes every once in a while, and then the
women who take them cooperate to handle any men who
don't live up to our monogamous ideal. As you don't.
But you soon will."
She came closer, but I was helplessly lying on my
side, and she approached from my back. "Don't flinch,
Bob," she said. "I'm putting something on your neck."
A band of leather-like material went around my neck,
with a cold, hard point centered over my spine.
"What this is, Bob, is a conditioning aid, called a
stimulator. It can inflict great pain."
As she said that, the most incredible pain imaginable
flared up all through my body, but it felt centered in
my crotch, almost as if someone was crushing my
genitals between two cinder blocks.
"--or intense pleasure--"
As she said this, the pain switched instantly to the
feeling of the most intense orgasm possible, with
every muscle in my body happily joining in. I was in
ecstasy.
"--or anything in between."
She switched it off, whatever it was. I rolled onto my
back and looked at her, and noticed a little remote-
control sort of gadget in her hands. The sight of her
nude body was, under the circumstances, incongruously
enticing, and I began to feel the onset of an
erection. Her breasts, while smaller than Susan's,
look extraordinarily nice, and her somewhat taller
form gives her a slender appearance that I've always
admired. Her medium-brown hair was nicely fluffed up,
just the way I like it best.
"Oh, good, Bob!" she said. "The sight of me pleases
you, I see." And suddenly the pleasure was back, but
turned way down from before. She bent over and fondled
my stiffening penis with her free hand, and the
erection grew swiftly, and with her other hand she
increased the pleasure. Suddenly, she stopped her
fondling, and reduced the pleasure to a very low
level.
"So, that's the positive half of your reorientation;
I'm going to make you very, very happy with the sight,
smell, feel, sound, and taste of me. The other half
of your conditioning won't be quite as pleasant, but
it is equally important."
Susan opened the basement door and came down the
steps, equally as nude as Jan. As she stepped into the
light at the bottom of the stairs, I noticed that her
breasts were as nice to look at as I had imagined; her
shorter form had a curvier shape than Jan's; and her
legs were startlingly enticing even after having seen
them before. The little puff of blond pubic hair...
"You will never again have an erection at the sight of
another woman!" Jan said, and suddenly the pain was
back, slight but growing stronger and stronger until
my erection was gone, and then it stopped abruptly.
I whimpered, or something. "Please understand, Bob,
that I really am doing this for both of us. You'll
see. Lots of men have been reoriented by the Women For
Monogamy, and even they admit they're happier now."
"Yeah, sure," I said, feeling helpless, embarrassed,
and ... well, humiliated. I had always fantasized that
being trussed up in the basement with two nude women
could be a lot of fun; by then I was beginning to
wonder.
Susan came over and sat down beside me. "I am sorry,
Bob, that part of this will be quite unpleasant," she
said. "But you'll see; in the long run, you and Jan
will both be happier."
"What's your part in this?" I asked. "How did Jan get
you to go along with this?"
"Oh, that's easy," she said. "The Women For Monogamy
helped me reorient my husband a year or so ago. Part
of the deal is that now I help someone else reorient
hers." She smiled. "Ted helped us set things up
earlier today, so maybe you really will believe that
you'll be happier when we're done. In six months or a
year, you'll fly away somewhere to help Jan help
someone reorient her husband, and you'll agree that
it's the right thing to do." She smiled, and began to
fondle my balls. "You'll see!"
"Jan knows what physical characteristics you seem to
lust after," she continued, "and gave the list to the
WFM, and I was the closest match of those available."
She squeezed my balls, just the right way. "I must
come pretty close, the way you react to me!"
My erection came up again, and Jan handed Susan
another little gadget. It was an elastic band that
went around my penis with a wire that went between my
legs and up my back and connected to the stimulator on
my neck. As my erection grew, the pain returned and
strengthened. When Susan stopped feeling my balls, my
erection subsided somewhat and the pain diminished, as
well.
"As you probably noticed, this sensor detects the
strength of your erection and produces either pain or
pleasure for you, depending on who you are reacting
to. It appears that we need to set the pain threshold
a little lower, though." Jan nodded and made some
adjustment on the remote-control gadget.
Susan then bent over and took my limp penis in her
mouth again. The erection flared up quickly, but so
did the pain. Within seconds, I was whimpering with
pain and pleasure combined. The combination was truly
excruciating. My erection oscillated, up and down, up
and down. Susan stopped suddenly and turned away.
"That seems pretty good, Jan," Susan said. "Turn over
on your stomach again, Bob," she said. I thought about
refusing, then did so, and she released the chain and
the ankle- and handcuffs. I sat up and started to
reach for the sensor on my penis.
"Oh, don't do that!" Jan said. I started to remove it,
and the pain returned instantly at maximum power. I
couldn't sit up, I flopped over onto my side,
convulsing with the pain.
"Geez, Bob," Susan said, fumbling for the elastic band
and placing it back where it had been. The pain
disappeared instantly again. "Don't try to take the
sensor off, or the stimulator on your neck, either.
Don't try to pull the wires off, or anything, either.
They're set up to make that quite impossible."
Before I even thought of it, Jan said, "And don't try
to leave the basement, or go outside of the red
semicircle, either." She smiled, but sadly. "The
stimulator turns on maximum pain if you go more than
25 feet from the transmitter, which we placed outside
in the bushes. Or if there's a power failure," she
added. "You'd better hope there isn't one."
I looked at Susan, and at Jan, and got outraged. I
yelled, I threatened. I swore and started to stand up
again. I don't know if I was going to get violent, or
cry, or what.
"Bob," Jan said. "Lie back down on the mattress."
"I'll be damned if I will!" I yelled back, still not
over being mad. The pain hit me, medium strength, and
started to grow. "Bob," Jan repeated. "Get back on the
mattress!"
I did so. Don't think I'm a wimp; that pain, even
medium-strength, was more than I could handle. If you
get reoriented, you'll think so, too.
As soon as I was down, the pain ended. Susan stepped
over me, then straddled me, and started to stroke my
penis into erection again.
"I want you to put it in her, Bob," Jan said. And
suddenly, as the erection grew, so did the pleasure.
Up came my penis, and Susan guided me into her shiny
wet vagina, surrounded so enticingly with that puff of
golden hair. Up and down she went, and I went with
her.
"But Bob, you know you're not supposed to do that with
other women," Jan said, and suddenly the pleasure
turned to pain.
"Yaaagh!" I yelled, and pushed Susan away, kind of
roughly. As my erection went down, the pain
diminished. I whimpered, I rolled onto my side and
curled into a ball.
Jan came over and began to stroke my back, and my
buttocks. "Bob," she said quietly. "I want you to do
me now."
"No way, bitch," I said, nearly crying. "No way!"
She tossed the remote control to Susan, and she
activated the pleasure, low strength. "Please, Bob,"
Jan whispered.
Despite myself, my erection was growing, and the
pleasure was growing with it. Jan pulled me over onto
my back, fondled my balls until my erection was nearly
full strength, with the stimulator pleasure quite
strong, and then she began to suck me. The pleasure
grew, both the natural and the artificial. I couldn't
help myself; I thrust, I moaned, I grabbed her and
groaned something incoherent.
She stopped sucking for a moment and placed her crotch
near my face. "Eat me, too, Bob," she demanded. She
could have told me to kill myself, I thought, and I'd
have done it if the stimulator pleasure would go just
a little higher. I sucked, and licked, and pressed my
tongue into her, and she went on doing me.
"Oh, oh, oh..." I started to say as I felt myself
about to come.
"Oh, not yet, Bob," Jan said, and the pain returned,
just for a moment.
So I licked and sucked and she did the same for me,
each time my ejaculation neared, there was a flash of
pain to remind me not to come until Jan wanted me to.
Suddenly, Jan stood, turned around, and lay down on
the mattress beside me. "When I squeeze your buns,
real hard, then you can come." She pulled me on top of
her, and fondled my back while I fumbled to get my
penis in her. As soon as I was in, I felt intensifying
pleasure -- natural or artificial, I couldn't tell --
and I started thrusting and thrusting. Jan gave little
moans and sighs as we kissed deeply; again, little
flashes of pain kept me from coming until, finally,
Jan's hands roamed down my back, found my buttocks,
and pulled me deeply into her, squeezing hard.
The pleasure peaked suddenly (the artificial pleasure,
I knew) just milliseconds before my own (natural)
pleasure peaked, too, and Jan and I were locked
together, thrusting and thrusting against each other,
tongues pushing hard against each other, grunts and
moans and stifled yells coming from each of us. I felt
as if I would never stop coming, and thought for sure
I must have produced a pint or more of semen.
Finally, I felt my muscles relaxing, and the pleasure
dwindling. Jan stayed a few moments, cuddling and
kissing, as my realization grew that I'd been operated
almost like a robot for her pleasure. But I kept
remembering that my pleasure was the most intense I'd
ever known, too. She rolled me off of her, fondled my
rapidly diminishing penis, stroked my balls, and stood
up.
"You might like to read a few things," she said,
pointing at a stack of papers just inside the red arc.
"I'll be back in a while."
She and Susan gave me quick smiles and went up the
stairs together, their different but similarly
attractive buns bouncing enticingly as they stepped.
Already I was afraid this was going to work -- I found
myself reluctant to look at Susan.
-= Chapter 3 =-
As soon as the basement door closed, I got up. There
was a stack of towels thoughtfully placed near the
mattress, so I grabbed one and wiped myself off. Anger
began to boil up inside me; I was determined to escape
before I really was conditioned. I wondered what they
could do to Jan for doing this to me; I was
uncomfortably aware that I had once asked her if she
would like to hold me prisoner in the basement and use
me as she would for a weekend; perhaps even if I
escaped and managed to make someone believe that I was
telling the truth, they'd still say I had nothing to
complain about; I'd asked for it.
Still, there had to be a law against conditioning
people. Right?
So I got up and walked over to the red arc. I
suspected that it was the stimulator on my neck that
would have to pass over the arc before the pain would
begin, but I decided to be sure. I stuck arms, legs,
head and torso over the line without pain, but the
moment the stimulator was over the line, the pain
began. It was merely excruciating at first, again as
if someone were slowly grinding away at my crotch, but
it increased in intensity the longer I held the
stimulator outside the arc.
I tried running up the stairs, but I was forced to run
back again before I got more than two or three steps
up towards the door. I was afraid that if I waited any
longer, I'd be convulsed with pain before I could
return, and I'd end up writhing on the floor at
maximum pain, unable to return within the red arc,
until Jan decided to take mercy on me.
And the pain was simply too severe for that.
Suffice it to say, I searched everything within reach,
and stared at everything else within the basement,
until I was sure there was nothing at hand to aid my
escape.
So then I tried, very cautiously, to remove the
elastic band around my penis, and learned that the
gadget was very sensitive to being moved even a
little. Then I tried removing the stimulator from my
neck, and found it equally sensitive. I didn't even
dare try to break or cut the wire, because if they
were telling the truth, I wouldn't be able to repair
it, and again there was the pain to make me cautious.
I gave up on that, too. Finally, more out of boredom
than anything else, I picked up the stack of papers
and started looking through them.
Some of it was propaganda from the Women For Monogamy
(WFM), detailing how men can't control their lust and
so women must condition them. No details were given,
but they did claim that their 17,000 full members had
all conditioned their spouses or lovers with only 2
failures (the nature of the failures wasn't given, but
I was determined to be number 3). It was explained
that all full members of the WFM must have
successfully conditioned their partner and then
assisted another member with her conditioning, as
well. There were some bonus membership options for
those who assisted more than once. I gave up on that
and started thinking again about escape.
My thoughts returned, however, again and again to the
intense pleasure I had felt with Jan. Shortly I
realized I was beginning to be aroused, a pretty
feeble erection beginning to form, but the moment it
began the pain began, too. Quickly I shoved those
erotic thoughts aside and thought again of escape.
But it was impossible; the intensity of the pleasure
forced those thoughts back to me again and again. The
erection kept returning, feebly, and the pain would
jolt me away from those thoughts.
Finally, when the cycle of feeble erection followed by
pain followed by attempts to think about something
else was becoming almost unbearable, and I had again
tried to find a way past the red arc, Susan opened the
basement door and came down the stairs, carrying a
tray. She was, as before, quite nude. After all my
erotic thoughts the past hour or two, the erection
that came at the sight of her was automatic and
instantaneous; I groaned with pain, and looked away,
thinking furiously of other things that might reduce
the erection and the pain.
"Hi!" she said, quite cheerfully. "Here's your
dinner!"
"Dinner?" I said. "You're not even going to let me out
of the basement for dinner!?" I shouted. Perhaps anger
would distract me.
"Of course not," she said. "Your reorientation isn't
complete. Didn't you read the stuff Jan told you was
there?"
She looked and saw the pile had been rearranged.
"Well, here, take the tray and get started, and I'll
pull out a thing or two you should see."
I took the tray -- it was Jan's usual good cooking --
but was reluctant to eat. Susan pulled out a piece of
paper and said, "Here, look at this."
I put the tray down and looked at the paper. It was a
letter to my employer, stating that I had a family
emergency out of town, and I'd need to take a two week
leave of absence. It begged forgiveness, and said I'd
call when I could. At the bottom was my signature,
which of course Jan could easily have copied from any
number of things. It was dated that day.
I swore and crumpled up the letter, throwing it into a
corner. "You guys are going to keep me down here for
two weeks? Don't I get to leave at all?"
"Not at all," she said, "until your reconditioning is
complete. Sometimes it takes more than two weeks, but
sometimes one week is enough."
"Damn," I said. "Damn!" I sat down and started eating.
Trapped though I was, I was hungry, too.
When I had finished, Susan picked up the tray and
placed it near the stairs, then walked back to where I
was sitting, rudely ignoring her (my only real form of
revenge that I could think of). She sat down next to
me and her hand reached for my limp penis, stroking it
gently. The erection started, and so did the pain. I
pushed her away, rather roughly. "Don't do that! That
hurts!" I said.
She looked really sad, and said, "Sorry." She moved
back closer, but didn't try to touch me, as the
erection and the pain subsided. She began whispering.
"I just wanted to take advantage of the situation a
little bit. I really did like the way you tasted, and
wanted to taste you again. Are you sure you couldn't
manage the pain, just once, for me?"
"Geez, are you crazy? Do you know what it feels like?"
I said, louder than I meant to.
"Well, no, not really..."
"Well, forget it! If I didn't have this damn thing,
I'd *love* to let you taste me again, but not with
this damn thing!"
She looked disappointed, but didn't pursue the issue.
She took the tray back upstairs and closed the door.
A few minutes later, Jan came downstairs, now dressed
in something comfortable and sloppy. Despite that, I
could sense her appealing, slender form through the
slightly translucent material, and my erection began
before I could even think about the implications. But
this time, pleasure went along with it, and the
erection firmed up quickly as I walked towards her,
stopping only when I reached the red arc.
"Happy to see me, I see," she said, glancing down.
"That's good." She set down a portable television,
just far enough outside the arc that I wouldn't be
able to reach it, and plugged in a VCR that was
already sitting nearby. Then she walked across to
where I was and put her arms around me, snuggled up
close and gave me a big kiss. I returned the kiss
passionately, rubbing her back through the material. I
could feel my penis throbbing, my desire rising
exponentially. The pleasure from the stimulator was
feeding my arousal.
I allowed my hands to roam from her back to her
buttocks, and the pleasure from the stimulator
diminished. I returned them, and the pleasure
increased. But my penis was aching, my balls felt
swollen, the need for release was intense, so I moved
my hands around to Jan's breasts. Instantly, the
pleasure was replaced by moderate pain; I put my hands
back where they had been, and broke the kiss; mild
pleasure returned.
"You see, I'm not in the mood for sex right now," she
said. "You'll just have to learn to sense the
subconscious cues that tell you when I am and when I'm
not. So right now, you can get quite nice pleasure
from holding me, and kissing me, as long as it stays
non-sexual."
At some level I was angry, this damned programming!
But the pleasure was undeniable, and so I kissed her
some more, fondled her back, and noticed that the
erection was going away fast, but the pleasure from
the stimulator continued. Eventually it began to taper
off, and Jan broke away.
"Let me set this up, and then I have to go back
upstairs for a while," she said. She turned on the
portable TV, and then the VCR. The screen lit up and
showed a man and a woman, lying on a waterbed, rubbing
at each other's genitals. There was some moaning and a
lot of wet kissing. It looked pretty realistic, rather
unlike the fake stuff you see in X-rated films, and
was rather stimulating.
Up came my erection and *zap* came the pain; I looked
away.
"Turn it off," I said.
"You'll get used to it," Jan said. "Pretty soon you'll
realize that this stuff isn't really stimulating at
all. In the meantime, you'll probably have to be
reminded a few times." She smiled. I looked back at
the screen, and now she was sucking at him, and he was
looking ecstatic. Up came my erection again, and *zap*
the pain took it away again. I endeavored to ignore
the screen. Meanwhile, Jan had been placing posters
around the walls, all of my favorite nude posters that
had been put away in the garage for so long. I looked
away before even taking the chance of getting aroused
by them, although happy thoughts of masturbating while
looking at some of them almost sabotaged my intention
to avoid any sign of arousal.
Jan came back over by me, and frustration and
annoyance finally overcame me, rather abruptly. I
reached to grab her, to shake her, to hit her
possibly, to get her to stop this damned programming!
As soon as I moved, the pain hit, full intensity. I
found myself writhing on the cold, hard concrete
floor. When the pain stopped, Jan was right there to
help me back to the mattress, and laid down with me
and rubbed my back and stroked my hair until the anger
went away and I could control my movements again. I
rolled over to face her, and noticed that she had
removed her clothing and was now naked. The series of
frustrations could not dampen my arousal; up came the
erection, and *zap* came the pain.
"I'm still not the in mood," she said. "Nakedness does
not equal readiness." She kissed me, and stroked my
back and hair some more, and the pain began to return
slowly even though I had no erection. Finally I got
the message; I put my arms around her and began to
stroke her back, too, and kissed her. The pain
disappeared, pleasure returned.
Damn the programming! I thought. And cold, hard fear
settled into my stomach, for I was afraid it was
already working.
Just then, Susan opened the door and came downstairs,
also nude. My fear really hit me; I found myself
immediately looking away until I was sure I could look
at her without arousal.
"Hi!" she said. "It's bed-time!"
She turned off most of the lights and then, to my
amazement, came over to where we lay on the mattress,
and snuggled up against my back. My erection was
almost instantaneous, and the pain, too. The erection
disappeared. I forgot about Susan behind me.
"All we're trying to do, Bob, is to reorient your
sexual urges. I like most of your desires, I just
don't always like who you direct them at," accompanied
by slight pain, "or when you want them satisfied,"
accompanied by slight pain again, "or what you want to
do with them." (Pain.) "So we're reorienting you to
want sex when I want sex," (Pleasure), "to direct sex
and sexual thoughts only at me," (Pleasure), "and to
want only the things that I want to do." (Pleasure.)
"In exchange for that, though, quite naturally, I'll
always been in the mood when you are," (Strong
Pleasure), "and we'll always want to do the same
things," (Strong Pleasure), "and I'll always be an
enthusiastic sex partner." (Strong Pleasure.) "Doesn't
that seem perfect? That's what we're going to do."
I mumbled something noncommittal, but it sounded
pretty reasonable, in a skewed sort of way.
"What we're going to do tonight," Jan continued, "and
every night for a while, is to orient you on my scent,
my taste, my feel, my looks, and my voice and sounds.
So, to start, we're going to have to blindfold you."
"Damn it--!" I shouted, but the pain hit before I
finished.
"Please, Bob," she said. "Don't make this difficult."
She held up a strip of silky-looking black cloth. "May
I put this on you?"
"What difference does it make what I say? All you have
to do is hit me with that pain and I'll do whatever
you want, so get it over with."
"Oh, Bob," she sighed. "We only inflict pain when you
do something improper. If you behave properly, you
feel no pain. Men *have* to learn to control their
lust, and you really will be happier afterwards."
She hesitated a few seconds, then tied the silky black
cloth over my eyes.
What ensued then was pleasure and pain, over and over
again. First Susan would rub my penis, and if I got an
erection I'd feel a jolt of pain, and if I didn't, I'd
get an up swelling of pleasure. Then Jan would rub my
penis, and I'd get a jolt of pain if I didn't get an
erection, and a mild dose of pleasure if I did. Then
one would place her pussy at my mouth, and then the
other. Then they'd stroke my nipples. Then they'd take
off the blindfold and have me look at them in the low
light. Then they'd snuggle up against me so that I
couldn't really feel which was which, but their
differing scents would give it away.
Finally, they'd tell me little sexual stories that
would get anyone hot and ready. Then things got
combined; Jan would rub my penis and snuggle up close
and talk to me, or Susan would remove my blindfold and
stroke my nipples and put her pussy by my mouth for me
to lick. Everything was accompanied by pleasure or
pain, and it became more intense. If I complained, I
got pain. If I stopped reacting, they'd try something
new that I couldn't resist, or apply the pain until I
began to react again. If I tried to follow through on
my increasing sexual urge, I got pain.
At first, if I sensed that it was Susan stimulating
me, I would push her away to avoid the pain that came
with the accompanying erections. Later I got pain for
pushing her away; I had to learn to prevent the
erection without pushing her away. I also started to
get pain if I didn't provide Jan with proper
stimulation in return for whatever she was doing.
Finally, Jan said, "That should be enough for tonight.
We'll give you a test tomorrow night, and see how you
do. Meanwhile, I need to use the bathroom." She got up
and went upstairs. Susan, who had been rubbing my
penis, which was staying determinedly limp, and
kissing me and whispering erotic thoughts into my ear
a moment before, sat up and said, "Bob! Now's my
chance; I want to taste you again! Can you get it up
for me?"
"Are you kidding me?" I said. "After what I've been
through, I'd just as soon push you down a storm
sewer."
"Please, Bob!" she said, a little louder. "It won't
take but a second;
I know how ready you are. I'm hot to go, too, look."
She rubbed her fingers at her crotch and showed me the
wetness, and the scent was strong and very enticing.
She slowly ran her fingers down to my lips, where I
licked cautiously. There was no pain, so I licked more
eagerly. My erection came up, and the pain began, but
it was minor and I was too frustrated, too ready, to
pass up the chance. She smiled, and then turned around
and began to lick and suck my penis. The pain
increased as my erection firmed up, but it was never
quite unbearable until she put her hand to my balls
and began to squeeze lightly.
I gagged out some sound that let her know the pain was
more than I could handle, and she immediately stopped
and looked at me. "No, no," I said. "Keep going! Just
don't put your hand on my balls!"
She started right back to sucking and I could feel the
relief coming, the pressure building, the orgasm
coming, but the pain became too much. "Stop, stop!" I
said. "Please, don't!" She wouldn't stop, though,
intent on tasting me again, I suppose, and I pushed
her away.
She looked at me, with tears in her eyes. "Please,
Bob! I just want to taste you again!"
"I can't stand it, don't you see." My erection was
shrinking, along with the pain. I looked at her,
noticing for the first time in a couple of hours the
curve of her breasts, the shape of her waist, and my
erection began to return; the pain increased again. I
rolled over onto my side, and began to cry.
The door opened and Jan came back downstairs; I was
instantly quiet. Susan got up and said, "Well, I
guess I need to pee, too." She went upstairs and the
door closed. Jan laid down by me and began to stroke
my arms and face. Despite my anger, my erection popped
right up, and the pleasure came immediately. I rubbed
her back, snuggled close, and kissed her passionately.
Just as I had been conditioned to do. Her hand went to
my balls, and she rubbed lightly. I went on rubbing
her back and kissing her, pulling her a little closer,
and the pleasure went away and pain began.
Intuition struck; she must be in the mood now! I ran
my hands down to her buttocks, and the pain went away.
I moved one around to cup one of her firm, small
breasts, and the pleasure returned. I rubbed the
nipple and it became hard; I kissed her more deeply. I
moved one hand to her slick, wet pussy, and she
wriggled with pleasure.
I started to pull her to me, to put my throbbing,
over-ready penis into that wet opening, and the pain
returned. I got the hint; I went more slowly. More
rubbing, more kissing, more breast fondling. Susan
returned during this time, and her presence caused my
erection to diminish almost instantly. Jan noticed,
and slight pain began. I ignored Susan, my erection
firmed up, and finally Jan started pulling at me in a
way that said, "Put it in!"
I again got on top, not my favorite position but
definitely Jan's, and thrust in hard and fast, and
accelerated. Jan's moans came faster and louder, but
little jolts of pain stopped me several times from
coming before she was ready.
Finally, the signal (which I'd almost forgotten): she
pulled me in deeply, squeezing my buttocks, hard. Two
more thrusts did it; I came, and came, and came, the
natural and artificial pleasure almost unbearably
strong. Jan was bucking and thrashing and gasping and
moaning so that I was sure she was pleased, too.
Jan rolled me onto my side, my penis still inside her,
and squeezed me tight. I kissed her, and felt
genuinely happy for a few moments. Then Susan snuggled
up against my back and what was left of my erection
was gone in an instant. I suddenly felt angry again,
but it was weak and remote. Jan's pleasure and mine
had been so intense that anger was hard to find in the
midst of post-coital relaxation. Jan sighed, snuggled
up even closer, and said, "Thank you, my love."
"Thank you, too, my love," I responded. I couldn't
decide if there was any sarcasm left in me; I guess I
really meant it, for the pleasure had been so intense.
"Why don't you kiss Susan good night, too?" Jan asked.
"I thought you don't like me to kiss other women," I
responded.
"I want you to kiss other women like you would kiss
your own sister, if you do," she said, and gave me a
squeeze. I turned over and gave Susan a quick kiss on
the cheek. "No, not like that," Jan admonished. "I
want you to really kiss her, but without arousal or
erotic thoughts."
I started to protest, but the pain started, so I did
it. And I found that I could kiss her, tongue-
involvement and all, without getting the slightest bit
aroused. When I'd had enough, I rolled back over and
began to kiss Jan again. Despite three orgasms in one
day, I was feeling horny again (too much frustration
and conditioning, I reasoned) and started to fondle
Jan's breast. The pain hit quickly, reminding me that
she wasn't in the mood anymore.
My hand slipped around to her back, rubbing gently,
and she sighed and seemed asleep almost immediately.
At my back, Susan's breathing became slow and regular,
and I decided I was the only one awake. I suddenly
noticed the TV over in the corner, showing two women
doing their very best to please one man; despite it
all, my penis began to firm up again, and the pain
kicked in. I closed my eyes and willed myself to fall
asleep. Tears leaked out of my eyes briefly, and I
ignored the sounds of sucking, moans, and rhythmic
motion coming from the television.
-= Chapter 4 =-
Perhaps a dozen times during the night and early
morning hours, either Jan or Susan would wake me up by
rubbing or licking my nipples or my penis, or by
kissing me. The first few times it was Susan, and I
got powerful jolts of pain for reacting to her; the
next few times it was Jan, and I got jolts of pain for
failing to react.
Eventually I got this sorted out, so that my ability
to recognize the source of such stimulation became
quite subconscious. After a dozen or so repetitions, I
could wake up to Susan's attentions and say, somewhat
annoyed, "Stop that; I want to sleep," or Jan's
attentions and respond enthusiastically, and say
something like, "I love it when you do that."
When I finally woke up normally, without Susan or Jan
waking me, I realized that I was alone and there was a
faint voice speaking. "--you can focus your pleasure
on your one woman..."
It stopped almost before I was aware of it. Sleep
conditioning! They'd thought of everything.
The day was fairly routine; I noticed the posters but
didn't react, I watched the television for a while as
various couples and groups went through multiple and
repetitious variations on every sexual activity I'd
ever heard of, without reacting. Susan brought me my
breakfast, and I said, "Why don't you put some clothes
on?"
She looked at me oddly, and left.
Jan checked on me several times during the day, and
brought me some books and magazines to read. There
were Playboy and Penthouse and Newsweek and Time and
erotica novels and history books and all sorts of
stuff. I spent much of the day reading and lying
around. I didn't notice right away, but every time I
would start to look at one of the erotic magazines or
read one of the erotic books, the pain would begin,
low intensity -- as if someone were squeezing my balls
just hard enough to hurt. I found myself reading only
the non-erotic materials before dinner arrived.
When Jan brought me dinner, dressed normally, as she
had brought me lunch, I asked her, "How does this
stupid thing," pointing at the stimulator on my neck,
"know when I'm reading Playboy? And how does it know
when you're in the mood?"
She smiled. "There's a video camera; someone watches
you all the time to set the right levels and to decide
between pleasure and pain. I tell whoever's got the
control whether I'm in the mood, or not."
"Huh," I said. By that point, I wasn't even
particularly concerned about the loss of privacy.
She stopped the VCR and pulled out the tape. I had
noticed that the tape repeated itself automatically,
rewinding at the end and starting over at the
beginning, about every six hours. She put in a new
tape and started it; it was a tape of Jan and me from
some weeks earlier.
I watched in fascination for a few seconds before Jan
put her arms around me and started fondling my
buttocks. Without even thinking about it, I knew she
wasn't in the mood, so I rubbed her back and neck and
stroked her hair, kissing her all the while and
listening to the sounds of us on the television.
"Thank you, my love," she said as she pulled away and
went back upstairs.
I sat down to watch the new video tape and quickly
began to get aroused, watching Jan looking pleased
with the attention I had given her. As my erection
grew, so did the pleasure from the stimulator; shortly
I had a firm, throbbing erection.
I put my hand on my penis, intending to masturbate at
least a little, perhaps not to orgasm, and medium-
intense pain hit instantly. I jerked my hand away, and
the pleasure returned. I tried again, and the pain
returned.
"Damn! I can't even do myself?" I yelled. There was no
answer. I continued to watch Jan being pleased by
nipple-sucking and pussy-rubbing in the tape. I tried
to figure out where the video camera was, then turned
and faced the other direction and, very casually, put
my hand into my lap. Eventually I decided it wouldn't
be noticed, and began to rub my less intense erection
again, and the pain hit instantly.
"Damn you!" I yelled.
The rest of the evening passed normally, until Jan
arrived for bed-time, turning off most of the lights.
"Please let me put this blindfold on you tonight
without fussing," she said. "I so hate to see you
inflicting pain on yourself by resisting."
I grumbled but agreed and she placed the blindfold,
then told me to lie down on the mattress. Jan began
rubbing my penis, which came instantly erect, and
fondling my balls in just the way I like best. "Do
you like this?" she asked. I stated emphatically that
I did. Shortly I realized that Susan had come into
the basement, very quietly, for suddenly it was her
mouth kissing me, even though Jan continued to rub my
cock and had started on my nipples. I turned my head
away.
Jan stopped for a moment and said, "My wonderful
husband!" and a jolt of intense pleasure drove the
message home.
For the next hour or two, Jan provided a nearly
constant stream of pleasure for me with her hands and
pussy and mouth, and every once in a while Susan would
do something, and I'd notice and pull away, or ask her
to stop, and Jan would praise me and I'd get a jolt of
pleasure.
Finally, Susan left and Jan removed my blindfold and
she snuggled up against me, rubbed my belly, and
sighed.
Almost instantly I had a firm erection, and I was
rubbing her buttocks and breasts and teasing her pubic
hairs in a way she likes, and she was rubbing my back
enthusiastically and started to suck my nipples. How
did I know, I wondered, that she was suddenly in the
mood? Her tongue was bumping against mine, her nipples
were really hard, and she starting rubbing her pussy
against my leg.
I started to pull her on top but remembered that she
didn't like that, and so I rolled up on top of her and
jammed my penis into her wet, tight vagina. We
thrashed around, squeezed each other, and the only
reminder I had of the stimulator was two or three
times it jolted me mildly with pain to keep me from
coming before Jan did.
And when she did, having first signaled by pulling me
in, hard, it was the most intensely satisfying feeling
I'd ever had as I came, too.
Jan fell asleep quickly. Sometime during the night,
Susan joined us, and I was awakened perhaps a half
dozen times during the night by ball fondling, or
nipple or penis licking, or neck rubbing, sometimes by
Jan and sometimes by Susan. It got so that I barely
woke up if Susan did anything, rolling over or pushing
her away, but came instantly awake to respond to
whatever Jan wanted of me. Always I could tell, and my
penis seemed to know, too, that she wasn't in the mood
for sex, just touching and cuddling. And it made me
very happy to comply.
Once during the night, I awoke on my own. I glanced at
Susan, then turned to look at Jan. The sight of her
really turned me on, but I didn't want to wake her. I
decided to try, one more time, rubbing myself. I was
snuggled up close enough that I figured the camera
wouldn't be able to see, so my hand went to my growing
erection and stroked. The pain came instantly; I
grunted and went back to sleep, still admiring what I
could see of Jan's luscious body.
In the morning, Susan and Jan were gone. I was left
alone the entire day, with a different tape in the
VCR, but I barely noticed it. Jan came in with
breakfast and lunch, but only stayed a short while,
both times dressed in very sexy outfits but I knew,
somehow, that she wasn't in the mood. When she came in
with dinner, she was dressed in a very tight shirt and
very tight, very short shorts that I had never seen
before. I admired her, verbally and visually, and
noticed that my slight erection was accompanied by
mild pleasure from the stimulator. Jan seemed pleased
to be praised for her appearance.
When I finished dinner, she took the tray away, placed
it on the stairs, and came over to me. She gave me a
kiss and rubbed one of my nipples, and suddenly I was
getting an erection, suddenly kissing her back
passionately, suddenly feeling her wonderful breasts
through that tight shirt. She was in the mood again, I
could tell. But how? I stopped wondering and proceeded
to undress her, slowly, while we kissed and fondled.
With a quick smile, she lay on the mattress, face
down, and stuck her petite, beautiful butt in the air.
"I want you to do me in the ass," she said.
"You do?" I asked, startled, as much at her request as
at her way of expressing it. "You never did before.
I've asked!"
"Go for it, Bob!" she said, and wiggled.
I got down on hands and knees, and realized that I
wasn't going to have to do anything about lubrication;
the whole head of my penis was already wet. I started
to place it inside her anus and the stimulator
immediately gave me medium pain. I stopped. "I thought
you wanted me to!"
"Well, I know how much you like it..." she said
hesitantly.
I started to try again, and the pain returned. I
stopped again and watched my erection subside.
"I don't want to," I said quietly.
She rolled over and looked unhappy. "But I want to
please you," she said.
"You please me lots, honey," I said. "But I don't want
to 'do you in the ass' anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "What do you want to do?"
She started to rub my nipples and lightly touched my
limp penis. To my total amazement, my erection came
back within a few seconds, and suddenly I was in the
mood again, and more so.
I lay down on the mattress, my cock sticking up in the
air, and said, "I want you to suck me." I started to
say, "like Susan does," but almost choked at the
thought. She smiled, licked my nipples for a few
seconds while she fondled my stiff penis, and then
started sucking.
Pain began to grow, slowly, as this proceeded. I kept
wondering why, but it wasn't very bad at first and so
I tried to ignore it. When it got to be distracting, I
started trying things -- rubbing her legs, her pussy,
her nipples where they were hanging down, as she ran
her lips all up and down my penis. Little clues led me
to believe that she wanted pussy attention, so I
pulled her over a little closer so I'd be able to
reach her better with my hand. I was surprised to find
that her pussy ended up right near my face; intuition
implied that she'd like something a little more oral.
I helped place her leg over my head, so her pussy was
right at my mouth, and I began to lick her. The pain
disappeared instantly, and pleasure washed over me in
waves. She sucked and I licked and sucked and pretty
soon I was ready to come, but little jolts of pain now
and then reminded me again that I was not to come
until Jan was ready. Jan started to shift her weight
in a way that I interpreted as wanting me to get on
top, so we shifted things around so that she was lying
on her back and I was straddling her face. It suddenly
occurred to me that I wouldn't get my usual signal
under these circumstances, when her pussy suddenly
pressed up against my face and I responded with a
rapid acceleration of licking. She writhed and moaned
and squeezed my balls the way I like and I came, too,
shuddering.
She pulled away, turned around, pulled me back down to
the mattress, and started kissing me deeply, and the
pleasure from the stimulator started up again. I found
that I actually enjoyed the taste of my own semen,
with the stimulator to help.
I fell asleep in her arms. During the night, Susan and
Jan again woke me up in no seeming pattern, but I
barely noticed what Susan was doing. Jan wasn't again
in the mood, but I was ecstatically happy that she
wanted me to hold her, cuddle her, and kiss her.
The next morning, Jan asked if I'd like to take a
shower. I responded that I would without thinking, and
she took my hand and started leading me towards the
stairs. I stopped, abruptly, right at the red arc.
"Don't worry, Bob," she said. "The stimulator is still
there, but it no longer tries to keep you inside the
red arc." I hesitated still, but eventually managed to
take a step past the arc, and there was no pain!
I realized suddenly that the posters were gone, the
television was gone, the VCR was gone!
We went upstairs to our bathroom, and undressed. I
assumed that Jan was going to shower with me (and I
needed a shower badly), but strangely this produced no
erection, no erotic thoughts. I was thoroughly
programmed; she wasn't in the mood, and I could tell.
We soaped and rinsed, and I washed my hair. The
stimulator, apparently, was waterproof.
When we got out, I dried Jan off, as she likes, and
she dried me off. When she was done, she took the
towels and tossed them towards a laundry basket, and
turned to face me. Her arms went around me, and I
hugged her back, and she sighed. We kissed a little,
and then she went and got dressed. "You should get
dressed, too, honey," she said. I was surprised but
willing.
"You shouldn't go to work today, though," she said,
after I was dressed, "because you look like you
haven't slept much. Tomorrow you can go."
"It hasn't been two weeks," I said, somewhat
surprised. "I thought you meant to keep me in the
basement for two weeks!"
"Oh, well," she said, and blushed. "Two weeks is what
it takes to handle a pretty hard case. You weren't
really so bad. Susan had a pretty hard time getting
you to give in to your lust, after all."
The memory of my encounter with Susan along the
highway came back to me, and I felt genuine anger at
myself for the way I had been; trying to pretend that
I wasn't lusting after her when I stopped to help her
by the road, knowing I was feeling guilty because I
intended not to tell Jan about it, secretly wishing
she would be more plain about wanting me. I started to
cry.
"It's okay, truly, Bob," Jan said, hugging me again.
"You've just been reoriented now, and we'll both be
happier."
I squeezed her, hard, and stopped crying. She rubbed
my back, and her hands roamed down to my hips, and
suddenly I had an erection, suddenly I was pulling her
clothes off and she was pulling mine off, and we
slowly but quickly ended up on the floor, with me on
top, passionately kissing and thrusting and,
eventually, thrashing around and coming in great waves
of ecstasy. I could feel the pleasure from the
stimulator, the first sensation I'd noticed from it
all morning.
When we were done, and the kissing had calmed down,
and our breathing was pretty much back to normal, Jan
laughed quietly, then reached to my penis and removed
the elastic band. I expected horrible pain, but
nothing happened. She then removed the stimulator from
my neck, and again there was no pain.
"Well, Bob, I don't think you need these anymore." She
tossed them into a trash can.
"Well, you know," I said, "that pleasure mode could be
pretty handy.
I think I'll miss it the next time we make love, I'm
so used to it."
She laughed quietly again. "Susan and Ted took the
real stimulator away with them early this morning,
Bob, after she replaced it with a dummy," Jan said.
"The pleasure you felt this time was all in your
memory, and you will always feel it, even without the
stimulator, from now on. I don't want you addicted to
the stimulator. I want you addicted to me!"
And she was right.
Now, whenever I see attractive women, I find myself
either unaware or else there's a slight pain in my
crotch, like someone squeezing my balls just hard
enough to hurt. And I don't pester Jan for sex when
she's not interested anymore, either. But when she is
in the mood, and I can always tell, instantly (and I'm
still not sure how), we have the most amazing,
satisfying sex anyone could ever want. Sometimes we go
ten days without feeling that it's been too long, and
sometimes we do it three times in as many hours. I
never even think about being with another woman;
sexually, whatever Jan wants is what I want.
And she was right.
We are both much happier now.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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