Orgasmic Corn by laterlifestories

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When I was in college, a friend of mine, who had studied psychology, was talking to me about conditioned responses 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 benefactor who supported his research. Pavlov entered into a sexual relationship with the wife of his benefactor and every time she came, he squeezed her breast. Time went by and his benefactor decided to stop funding his research as there was newer and trendier research to support. His wife was sent to deliver the unfortunate news, and in response to hearing his funding was over, Pavlov walked up to her and squeezed her breast. When he did, she had an orgasm on the spot. 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 true, but I’ve never researched it, or tried to verify it, out of fear that my friend 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 students to be interested in psychology, don’t tell them about drooling dogs, tell them about orgasming women. 

The next 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 move my hand to her right breast. Trying to anticipate the start of her orgasm, I’d pinch her nipple, just as she started to cum.

I did this for a while, and frequently I found myself pinching her nipple slightly early as I anticipated the start of her orgasm. This happened because I wanted the pinch to be right at the start of her orgasm, afraid of the pinch being seen as a byproduct of her orgasm.  

A short 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 “help” the process along. Sure enough, I’d pinch 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 edge, wanting to cum for a long while, but couldn’t seem to go over no matter what either of us did….until I pinched her nipple. She was confused as her nipples had never been an OMG spot 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 mental block.  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 time I decided to “help” her orgasm along, I was reinforcing the behavior that her nipple had to be pinched before she could cum. 

This wasn’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 anticipatory timing. After that day I decided to stop pinching her nipple completely in hopes of breaking the cycle.

Fortunately the conditioned response hadn’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 forget all about conditioned responses and their unexpected consequences.  In retrospect, I should have continued with what I was doing, but I was too shaken by the unexpected results to realize there was a solid foundation for me to build from.

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Cindy’S TRAINING

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Fast forward quite a few years and I still found myself thinking about the story my friend had told me and the partial success I’d had with an unsuspecting girlfriend. I was now seeing Cindy and she had left her sexual journey in my hands. We weren’t just sexual partners, she was both willing and wanting to be trained, so in her, I saw my chance 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 crazy, but before she met me she had also believed that multiple-orgasms were fabricated for porn. Seeing as she was now living proof that real women could be multi-orgasmic, she was on-board with letting me work on this impossible goal of cumming on command. After all, what’s the worst 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 find herself cumming more often.

I won’t go into the fine detail of all we did, as this process took months, instead, I will offer highlights.

Cindy’s training was more oral and “fingering”, than actual “sex”. She came most easily from my hand and mouth, so that’s what I used to work on my “project”. 

In the beginning I used a method in which she wasn’t allowed to cum until I’d completed a countdown, with the number “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 deny herself and hold back until she was given “permission” to cum. The core of what we were doing was orgasm control, and she had to accept that her orgasms, or lack thereof, were entirely in my hands and at my whim. 

I won’t lie, I often used “self-fulfilling prophecies” to help reinforce her orgasmic response. By that I mean, I would wait until I knew she was close to cumming before I’d start counting down. I’d also vary the speed in which I counted so I was certain 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.

Training her like this worked well, but it had its limitations, especially when you considered my options on “how” I could train her. Most often I was using only using my hand, or a toy to make her cum. Sometimes I could lick her pussy until she was close, only to switch to my hand so I could count down. I didn’t like having to change stimuli so close to her cumming, but trying to count while going down on her wasn’t very effective.

Needing a more versatile method, I began using my phone as a countdown timer.  I’d set a timer on my phone and let it countdown  To keep up the consistency, initially I’d provide an audible countdown once the timer was close to expiring. After a while I tested her further 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 numbers declined, instead she became conditioned to cum to a “command” b) This allowed me to lick her pussy, finger her, use a toy or fuck her, since the phone was doing all the count down work for me.

There was never a day she only came this way only once. Having become more conditioned to the alarm, it wasn’t unusual for her to cum ten or more times from an alarm in a single session. I took great pleasure counting the number of times she came and would report it back to her in terms of her old-life.  

Prior to our meeting, she considered one orgasm 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 orgasms…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 tell her that, and it was arrogant to do so, but it fit within the Dom/Sub relationship we had at the time. Plus, it’s hard not to be a little arrogant 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 thank me with words, her body and a desire to push herself further so I wouldn’t become bored. It may sound silly, but for a long while she was very afraid I’d get bored with her if we didn’t keep pushing into new territory, and if that happened, then her sexual reawakening would stop. Her desire to please 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 timer went off, she came again. I kept reducing the time 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 didn’t tell her it was ok or offer any platitudes; instead I offered a second chance, in a way I knew would be torture.

I made it clear to her that I wasn’t pleased that she’d failed to cum, and she needed to show me how sorry she was. I didn’t wait 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.