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When I was in college, a admirer of mine, who had studied psychology, was talking to me about conditioned reception and he shared with me a lesser known story about Pavolv. In short the story was ....

Like many scientists of his day, Pavlov had a wealthy helper who supported his research. Pavlov entered into a sexual relationship with the wife of his benefactor and every fourth dimension she came, he squeezed her boob. meter went by and his benefactor decided to stop funding his research as there was newer and trendy inquiry to support. His wife was sent to deport the unfortunate news, and in reception to hearing his funding was over, Pavlov walked up to her and squeezed her white meat. When he did, she had an orgasm on the situation. She then convinced her husband to continue funding Pavlov 's research, and the rest is history.

This is the type of story I want to be dead on target, but I 've never researched it, or tried to verify it, out of concern that my champion was blowing smoke up my ass. However, just hearing that story made me curious about conditioned responses, especially in a sexual setting. Let 's be honest, if you want scholar to be interested in psychology, do n't tell them about drooling dogs, tell them about orgasming womanhood.

The future girl I dated I decided to see if I could recreate this experiment. Whether I was going down on her, or fucking her, when I noticed she was about to cum, I 'd propel my mitt to her mighty breast. Trying to expect the starting signal of her coming, I 'd pinch her nipple, just as she started to cum.

I did this for a spell, and frequently I found myself pinching her mammilla slightly early as I anticipated the start of her sexual climax. This happened because I wanted the pinch to be right at the outset of her orgasm, afraid of the exigency being seen as a spin-off of her orgasm.

A shortstop clock time passed and I noticed it took longer and longer for her to cum, and often out of my own frustration I 'd see if I could `` serve '' the physical process along. surely enough, I 'd nobble her nipple and her orgasm followed. Yeah, it appeared to be working.

Unfortunately, this is where the fun ended. It soon became obvious that it was taking far too long for her to cum and one day she confessed that she 'd been on the sharpness, wanting to cum for a long while, but could n't seem to go over no issue what either of us did ... .until I pinched her teat. She was confused as her nipple had never been an OMG patch on her before, but I thought I understood.

What I theorized was that instead of creating a conditioned response to make her cum, I had inadvertently created a genial closure. It appeared to me that my effort to create a fun party trick had actually made her unable to cum UNLESS I pinched her nipple. Every meter I decided to `` avail '' her orgasm along, I was reinforcing the behavior that her nipple had to be pinched before she could cum.

This was n't at all what I wanted, and I was afraid things would only get worse, especially noting that the difference between success and mental block had been my prevenient timing. After that day I decided to stop pinching her mamilla completely in hopes of breaking the cycle.

Fortunately the conditioned reply had n't been in place too long, so it took just over a week before she no longer needed me to pinch her nipple in order to cum. Deciding that the results were too unpredictable, I opted to draw a blank all about conditioned responses and their unexpected effect. In retrospect, I should have continued with what I was doing, but I was too shaken by the unexpected solvent to realize there was a whole fundament for me to build from.

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MICHELLE 'S TRAINING

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Fast forward quite a few years and I still found myself thinking about the report my ally had told me and the partial tone success I 'd had with an unsuspecting girlfriend. I was now seeing Michelle and she had left her sexual journeying in my hands. We were n't just sexual partners, she was both willing and wanting to be trained, so in her, I saw my prospect to try again.

This time I made it no secret that I wanted her to be able to cum on command. Truthfully, she thought I was demented, but before she met me she had also believed that multiple-orgasms were fabricated for porn. Seeing as she was now living test copy that material women could be multi-orgasmic, she was on-board with letting me act upon on this impossible goal of cumming on program line. After all, what 's the unfit that could happen, I end up devoting too much of my free-time trying to make her cum ? To her it was a win-win, as no matter what she 'd happen herself cumming more often.

I wo n't go into the fine item of all we did, as this process took month, instead, I will pop the question highlights.

Michelle 's training was more viva voce and `` fingering '', than real `` sex ''. She came most easily from my hand and mouth, so that 's what I used to work out on my `` project ''.

In the beginning I used a method in which she was n't allowed to cum until I 'd completed a countdown, with the act `` 1 '' being her signal to cum. The fact she had to cum when I reached `` 1 '' was just as much a part of her training as it was learning to abnegate herself and deem back until she was given `` permission '' to cum. The core of what we were doing was orgasm control, and she had to consent that her orgasms, or deficiency thereof, were entirely in my handwriting and at my whim.

I wo n't lie, I often used `` self-fulfilling prophecy '' to help reinforce her orgasmic response. By that I mean, I would wait until I knew she was secretive to cumming before I 'd start counting down. I 'd also vary the upper in which I counted so I was sure she 'd be fighting not to cum by the time I reached `` 1 ''. I still believe that every time I `` rigged the system '' to have her cum when I reached `` 1 '', it strengthened her subconscious belief that her body would do as I wanted.

education her like this worked well, but it had its limitations, especially when you considered my options on `` how '' I could train her. to the highest degree often I was using only using my hired man, or a toy to make her cum. Sometimes I could lick her twat until she was close, only to tack to my hand so I could count down. I did n't like having to vary stimuli so close to her cumming, but trying to count while going down on her was n't very effective.

Needing a more various method, I began using my phone as a countdown timer. I 'd set a timer on my telephone set and let it countdown To keep up the eubstance, initially I 'd render an audible countdown once the timer was snug to expiring. After a piece I tested her promote by removing my vocal countdown and started letting the timer alarm signal her orgasm.

What I loved about using the timer on the phone is that a ) it severely hampered her ability to know when the timer was going off. This meant she stopped `` preparing '' for herself to cum as the Book of Numbers declined, instead she became conditioned to cum to a `` command '' b ) This allowed me to bat her pussy, finger her, use a toy or have it away her, since the phone was doing all the enumeration down work for me.

There was never a day she only came this way only once. Having become more conditioned to the dismay, it was n't unusual for her to cum ten or More times from an alarm system in a single academic term. I took bang-up delight counting the number of time she came and would account it back to her in terms of her old-life.

Prior to our coming together, she considered one climax a week to be all she wanted, or could expect. Therefore, if I made her cum 12-times, I 'd remind her I 'd just given her 3-months worth of orgasm ... and for that she should thank me. After all, no other man, toy or even her own hand, had ever made her feel, and cum, the way I did. Yes, I would secern her that, and it was arrogant to do so, but it fit within the Dom/Sub kinship we had at the time. Plus, it 's intemperate not to be a piffling self-important when you make a woman cum double-digits every time you see her.

Every time we met her orgasms became easier to achieve as she continued to learn how to push through the hyper-sensitivity her clit felt post-orgasm. Furthermore, she always did as I asked and thanked me for what I did and how I made her feel. She 'd give thanks me with words, her body and a desire to push herself further so I would n't become bored. It may sound silly, but for a foresighted while she was very afraid I 'd get bored with her if we did n't hold back pushing into new territory, and if that happened, then her sexual reawakening would stop. Her desire to delight and keep me interested is part of what led to my story about her indecent gift.

In an effort to see how far she 'd come, one day I set the timer for 10 minutes, and I teased her until it went off. As expected, once it went off she came. I then cut the timer in half and repeated the experiment, without telling her how long I 'd set the timer. As before, when the timekeeper went off, she came again. I kept reducing the metre by half every orgasm until the timer was set for 5-seconds.

With only 5-seconds of stimulation, she failed to cum when the timer went off. I had truly expected her to cum, but her body had disobeyed. I did n't recite her it was ok or offer any bromide ; instead I offered a second chance, in a way I knew would be torture.

I made it clear to her that I was n't proud of that she 'd failed to cum, and she needed to record me how sorry she was. I did n't waitress for her to ask me `` how '' she was to do this, I readjusted the timer back to 10-minutes and went back down between her legs.

After having already cum so many times, in scant and shorter time-frames, going back to `` second '' seemed like an eternity to her. I felt almost justified as I listened to her supplication of `` I ca n't guide it '' and `` I need to cum '' as I did n't hold back as I used her. She begged, screamed and nearly cried because she needed to cum so badly, but to her credit, she did n't cum until the timer went off.

Like before, with each sexual climax, the timekeeper decreased by one-half. This time, when I set the timer for 5-seconds, she had no trouble cumming when it went off.

I lowered the timer once more to 2-seconds and after that, whenever I felt like it, I 'd reach over and hit `` Start ''. She never knew when I was going to hit the button, but 2-seconds after I 'd touch my phone, the timer would go off and she 'd cum again.

After that day, the timekeeper became my serious supporter. We 'd conduct her orgasm training until she reached the full point she was saying `` no more '' or begging for a break. It was imperativeness that she 'd taken all she could that I 'd prove to her she was wrongfulness by starting to have it off her. With the timer on my phone never far away, I 'd signal for her slit contract and Milk my rooster as often as I wanted.

Having experienced a sea of orgasms before entering her, she was always fuddled and it made me get laid the tone her wet pussy even more. The timekeeper also came in handy as I always made sure enough that whenever I came, she would too. It did n't matter what we were doing or where I came, when I came, I 'd set the timer off ( usually set at 1-second ), and she 'd cum with me. ( position notation : practicing like this eventually wrick my orgasm into another trigger for her own. Once established, she never failed to cum when I did, even during spontaneously blowjob. This chemical reaction became, hands down, her favorite unexpected side-effect of the training )

All of this breeding was component part of a plotted progression, in which the goal was for me to be capable to say, at any time, `` Cum '', `` Cum for me '' or `` Cum now '', and she 'd do so, but we were n't there. The timekeeper was used when I was fingering, licking or fucking her. Her consistence had always first been used, teased and stimulated by me, making the timer just a prick to indicate her to cross the orgasmic finish-line whenever I demanded it.

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A WALK IN THE Mungo Park

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One day we decided to meet at a park we 'd visited a few times before. It was big enough, with plenty trail, that it was easy to not run into the great unwashed. We 'd also see a few places where we could see if person was coming towards us before they 'd realistically be able-bodied to see what we were up to.

Our walking was mixed with touching, teasing, and at one point, her bending over a log as I fucked her from behind. There were fourth dimension she showed up to the car park wearing a dress, to name fucking her easier, but today was n't one of those days.

Towards the end of our be after paseo, we reached a post that ballpark serving had built some footstep, due to erosion. I asked her to sit down and things began with my hand discretely going into her drawers to rub her clit. It was n't long before she 'd undone her shorts to offer me expert access to her pussy. After cumming that way her short circuit found their way to the ground. Another orgasm or two and her panties were now around one foot and my brass was between her pegleg.

Never missing an opportunity, my phone came out and the timer began signaling her orgasms in 1-minute intervals. Something about being alfresco, in a position we could n't easily hide what we were doing, made the whole affair more commove. I pushed her more and more with the timer and kept her cumming as I licked and fingered her. As frequently happened, she reached a point where she began begging `` no more '' after each coming, but I was n't in a modality to listen.

That day I very distinctly call up having a mundane to bring about orgasmic pleasure. I 'd lap her pussy until the alarm clock sounded. Then I 'd work and finger her until the alarm sounded. Then I 'd only rub her clit until the alarum sounded. Once those were finished, I 'd start the rhythm over again, knowing that with each auditory sensation of the timekeeper consternation, she would cum again.

I hate to guess the actual issue, but it felt as though she 'd cum backbreaking and more often than any day before. The preparation had helped, but being out in public, with the peril of being caught, had also helped strengthen her reaction.

When we finally got back to our elevator car, I kissed her adios, and as I did, I slipped my script down into her shorts. Pinning her against her car, with several family line not far away, I started to rub her very sore clit.

I wrapped an arm around her, as if hugging her, as I began to slowly count down. As I counted, her consistence responded predictably as the comrade progression continued. The finisher I got to `` 1 ''. the tough her breathing became, her body knowing what it must do. When I reached `` 2 '', I started back over at `` 10 ''.

Michelle begged through a whisper, `` No please ... .. '', as the entire unconscious process started over again. She hated getting so close to cumming and not going over, but she had minuscule choice as she knew it 's what I wanted, and she was growing well conditioned to giving me exactly what I asked for.

During my indorse descent, I slowed my numeration and she struggled to not let her reaction be obvious to those nearby. Finally I reached `` 2 '' and then I repeated it again ... '' 2 ''. I remained on that act, repeating it another time, her body stuck on that routine which promised relief, but granted none.

Michelle ached and panted, her body had prepped to cum but remained in limbo. Once more I repeated `` 2 '', building the first moment more intensely within her. Finally I pulled my hand out of her short circuit and whispered `` I 'm going to impart you this way. I want you to go home remembering that no matter how many multiplication you came today, you still are n't satisfied and you still want to a greater extent ''.

Michelle nearly whimpered as she nodded, the anguish in her eyes obvious to anyone who would have looked at her. She knew that I was right. She 'd begged for me to stop in the first place, but she was n't satisfied. She had said it was too lots, but she wanted more.

Michelle also understood the coarse reality of her situation ... unless I told her she could masturbate, she was forbidden to do so. There would be no alleviating her demand once she left, no affair how unassailable that need became, not unless she had license. After all, portion of controlling her climax meant all pleasure, and denial, was my determination, and that did n't change just because we were n't physically together..

We parted ways, and I 'll admit it, I felt pretty trade good. The day had been a success, she 'd cum quite like a whore and I suspected that later I 'd get a textbook begging for permission to jerk off. However, that was n't a schoolbook message I was destined to get.

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UNEXPECTED pleasure

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After Michelle left the Park, her `` literal '' life province took over, so she stopped by the market entrepot, As she walked around the store, a trouble became quickly apparent. When I had skid my hand into her shorts by the car, I had bunched her panties up, and they now rubbed her as she walked. Her already well clit ached with want and this fabric-induced rubbing was n't helping.

Michelle waited until nonentity was around, and with a speedy catch and tug, she adjusted her panties through her shorts, eliminating the rubbing. She hurried through her shopping and soon found herself on the rooted solid food aisle.

She stopped in front of a freezer and eyed the frozen corn, the last item she needed. An former gentleman was standing by the like deep freezer section and he motioned for her to go first. It was at that degree the wizard aligned in a way you may think I 'm fabricating, but I assure you, I am not.

Michelle opened the deep freezer door and bent down to get the pack of Zea mays on the cob from the bottom shelf. As she bent over, her panty shifted once to a greater extent, having not been properly readjusted earlier. The panties provided a quick, and pleasurable rubbing against her clit, right at the same clock time as soul 's earpiece went off one gangway over. The earphone had a ringer which was n't identical, but was very close, to the timekeeper alarm audio I had been using to school her ... the Lapplander sound that had her cumming repeatedly in the park not long ago.

The mix of her panty rubbing her clit as she bent over, in combining with the `` induction '' speech sound from the other earpiece, caused a reaction she could not stop. Just as she reached the corn, her body, having been left in pauperism as she departed the park, responded in the way it had been trained. Michelle 's puss spasmed and she cried out `` Fuck '', before she could stop herself. Her knees buckled and she had no choice but to grab hold of the freezer door so she would n't pass completely to the ground.

Michelle bit her lip as she came in the grocery depot, bent grass over, with a man standing behind her. She did n't want this, but she was helpless to stop it as her trunk betrayed her and every non-sexual instinct she had.

She had left the park with a body that wanted to cum, and the earpiece in the next aisle had not only gave her permission to do so, it had `` demanded '' she give in. Like the obedient little girl she was, her eubstance obeyed in full-of-the-moon force..

The man behind her asked her `` Are you ok ? '' and she dared not talk, afraid of gasping or moaning if she opened her sass. When she did n't respond he stepped close to her as her pussy still throbbed. She could n't stop cumming as he offered her his hand, all the while she prayed her world sexual video display was n't as obvious as it felt.

When she finally felt in control enough to stand, she let go to the freezer door. Grabbing the corn she started towards the cash register. As she turned to escape, she noticed the man who had offered to help was now staring at her with an interesting look on his face. She 's always wondered if he knew what was happening, even if he did n't understand `` why ''.

When she got to the car, she called me and told me what had happened. My reply was not what she expected ... ..I laughed. She sat there on the phone, horrified and my reaction was to recite her that was one of the risible things I 'd ever heard.

When she got home she threw the corn in the deep-freeze, and I soon dubbed it `` orgasmic corn ''. The corn stayed frozen for about a month before she eventually threw it away. She just could n't impart herself to serve her daughter the corn she was reaching for when she 'd had a very world orgasm in front of a stranger.

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TRIGGERED AGAIN

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As the fortune would consume it, the freezer gangway adventure was n't an set-apart cause. About two weeks after the orgasmic corn incident, it happened again. This time it was in the produce part of the same grocery computer memory. A teenaged young woman had an alert on her phone which was the Saame as the one I used for my timekeeper ( we suspect her alarm was for text-messages, but it 's only a dead reckoning ).

On this day, we had n't seen each other nor was she sexually worked before going to the store. However, when the text message alert went off on the other daughter 's phone, Michelle nearly came, despite having no anterior intimate contact lens or build-up.

When another text came in moments later, Michelle struggled to fight back the orgasm which had suddenly swelled within her. Then the text alert went off again, and then again. By this time Michelle wanted to yell at the girl to `` dammit, just call up them '', but even if that was n't rude, her vocalisation could n't be trusted not to shit the sudden arousal welling up inside her. Instead of speech production, Michelle 's Fight-or-Flight instinct surfaced, and she chose to fight.

Michelle initially believed she could go on herself from cumming by determination alone, after all, it was her body and division of her training was delaying her orgasm. Unfortunately, the text-alert which kept going off was also her soundbox 's trigger to cum, and this girlfriend 's phone was being very insistent.

Remembering the incident in the icy food aisle, she feared an incoming warning signal while walking would cause her knees to buckle, and that would only draw more attention to herself. It felt safest to just wait for the girl 's menage to incite on as she pretended to seem at vegetables, at least then she could pore on suppressing her body 's conditioned sexual response.

As the text conversation continued, Michelle understood she was in a losing struggle, and despite her best campaign, she realized that cumming had become a `` when '' not an `` if ''. Fearing an even bigger public orgasm, Michelle decided it was time for escape. Leaving her shopping cart where it was she walked quickly out of the store, hoping to get away before the next text came through.

Once out of the shop she quickened her pace more and did n't kibosh until she reached her car. Sitting down she relaxed and a sense of congeneric privacy engulfed her. It was in that present moment of safety device her soundbox surrendered and she came.

After denying herself so many meter in the store, her trigger orgasm did n't furnish her the sculptural relief to her sexual need it should have. Her body still screamed for more and she saw no early choice but to ask for forgiveness later. Willing to accept any punishment I might give her, she slid her handwriting into her panties and made herself cum twice more in the parking lot.

Her head word finally clear, she drove home, too afraid to go back into the computer memory. Once home she told her daughters she 'd bury she needed some affair at the memory board, and asked for a Volunteer to run back out for her.

The nature of our relationship was openness and honesty, so she told me what had happened in the store, and of her defiant act of self-pleasure in the car, Like the frozen food gangway, I found humor in what had happened, so I forgave her unsanctioned onanism. After all, it 'd been a result of a activate orgasm ... .a conditioned response I 'd been working to create.

It was after this second unexpected public coming I decided we should quit using the alarm on my phone as a trigger for her sexual climax. After all, the alarm was never speculate to be the end result, it had just been a instrument which allowed me more freedom as I trained her to cum to a triggering issue.

Her chemical reaction in the store this moment prison term made it assoil that yes, she could be trained to cum as a discipline response. Moreover, the second gear case also showed that she would react to that gun trigger even if it was during an inopportune time, with no prior input or foreplay, and that 's what I wanted.

Whether the story about Pavlov was fictional or not, I was close to my finish of `` owning '' her sexual response. However, these incidents contained one go lesson ... .her conditioning was far too across-the-board. After all, if I wanted to be the one that controlled her orgasms then I needed to find a way to insure that neither her script, her toys nor any early person, would be able to progress to her cum, no matter how badly she wanted it .