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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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