After having already cum so many times, in shorter and shorter time-frames, going back to “minutes” seemed like an eternity to her. I felt almost justified as I listened to her pleas of “I can’t take it” and “I need to cum” as I didn’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 didn’t cum until the timer went off.
Like before, with each orgasm, the timer decreased by half. This time, when I set the timer for 5-seconds, she had no problem 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 timer became my best friend. We’d conduct her orgasm training until she reached the point she was saying “no more” or begging for a break. It was insistence that she’d taken all she could that I’d prove to her she was wrong by starting to fuck her. With the timer on my phone never far away, I’d signal for her pussy contract and milk my cock as often as I wanted.
Having experienced a sea of orgasms before entering her, she was always tight and it made me love the feel her wet pussy even more. The timer also came in handy as I always made sure that whenever I came, she would too. It didn’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. (Side note: practicing like this eventually turned my orgasm into another trigger for her own. Once established, she never failed to cum when I did, even during impromptu blowjobs. This reaction became, hands down, her favorite unexpected side-effect of the training)
All of this training was part of a planned progression, in which the goal was for me to be able to say, at any time, “Cum”, “Cum for me” or “Cum now”, and she’d do so, but we weren’t there. The timer was used when I was fingering, licking or fucking her. Her body had always first been used, teased and stimulated by me, making the timer just a tool to signal her to cross the orgasmic finish-line whenever I demanded it.
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A WALK IN THE 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 enough trails, that it was easy to not run into people. We’d also found a few places where we could see if someone was coming towards us before they’d realistically be able to see what we were up to.
Our walk was mixed with touching, teasing, and at one point, her bending over a log as I fucked her from behind. There were times she showed up to the park wearing a dress, to make fucking her easier, but today wasn’t one of those days.
Towards the end of our planned walk, we reached a place that park services had built some steps, due to erosion. I asked her to sit down and things began with my hand discretely going into her shorts to rub her clit. It wasn’t long before she’d undone her shorts to provide me better access to her pussy. After cumming that way her shorts found their way to the ground. Another orgasm or two and her panties were now around one foot and my face was between her legs.
Never missing an opportunity, my phone came out and the timer began signaling her orgasms in 1-minute intervals. Something about being outside, in a position we couldn’t easily hide what we were doing, made the whole thing more exciting. 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 orgasm, but I wasn’t in a mood to listen.
That day I very distinctly remember having a routine to bring about orgasmic pleasure. I’d lick her pussy until the alarm sounded. Then I’d lick and finger her until the alarm sounded. Then I’d only rub her clit until the alarm sounded. Once those were finished, I’d start the cycle over again, knowing that with each sound of the timer alarm, she would cum again.
I hate to guess the actual number, but it felt as though she’d cum harder and more often than any day before. The training had helped, but being out in public, with the risk of being caught, had also helped strengthen her reaction.
When we finally got back to our cars, I kissed her good-bye, and as I did, I slipped my hand down into her shorts. Pinning her against her car, with several families not far away, I started to rub her very sensitive clit.
I wrapped an arm around her, as if hugging her, as I began to slowly count down. As I counted, her body responded predictably as the familiar progression continued. The closer I got to “1”. the harder her breathing became, her body knowing what it must do. When I reached “2”, I started back over at “10”.
Cindy begged through a whisper, “No please…..”, as the entire process started over again. She hated getting so close to cumming and not going over, but she had little 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 second descent, I slowed my count 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 number, repeating it another time, her body stuck on that number which promised relief, but granted none.
Cindy ached and panted, her body had prepped to cum but remained in limbo. Once more I repeated “2”, building the expectation more intensely within her. Finally I pulled my hand out of her shorts and whispered “I’m going to leave you this way. I want you to go home remembering that no matter how many times you came today, you still aren’t satisfied and you still want more”.
Cindy 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 earlier, but she wasn’t satisfied. She had said it was too much, but she wanted more.
Cindy also understood the harsh reality of her situation…unless I told her she could masturbate, she was forbidden to do so. There would be no alleviating her need once she left, no matter how strong that need became, not unless she had permission. After all, part of controlling her orgasm meant all pleasure, and denial, was my decision, and that didn’t change just because we weren’t physically together..
We parted ways, and I’ll admit it, I felt pretty good. The day had been a success, she’d cum quite like a whore and I suspected that later I’d get a text begging for permission to masturbate. However, that wasn’t a text message I was destined to get.
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UNEXPECTED PLEASURE
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After Cindy left the park, her “real” life responsibilities took over, so she stopped by the grocery store, As she walked around the store, a problem became quickly apparent. When I had slid my hand into her shorts by the car, I had bunched her panties up, and they now rubbed her as she walked. Her already swollen clit ached with need and this fabric-induced rubbing wasn’t helping.
Cindy waited until nobody was around, and with a quick grab and tug, she adjusted her panties through her shorts, eliminating the rubbing. She hurried through her shopping and soon found herself on the frozen food aisle.
She stopped in front of a freezer and eyed the frozen corn, the last item she needed. An older gentleman was standing by the same freezer section and he motioned for her to go first. It was at that point the stars aligned in a way you may believe I’m fabricating, but I assure you, I am not.
Cindy opened the freezer door and bent down to get the pack of corn on the cob from the bottom shelf. As she bent over, her panties shifted once more, having not been properly readjusted earlier. The panties provided a quick, and pleasurable rubbing against her clit, right at the same time as someone’s phone went off one aisle over. The phone had a ringer which wasn’t identical, but was very close, to the timer alarm sound I had been using to train her…the same sound that had her cumming repeatedly in the park not long ago.
The mix of her panties rubbing her clit as she bent over, in combination with the “trigger” sound from the other phone, caused a reaction she could not stop. Just as she reached the corn, her body, having been left in need as she departed the park, responded in the way it had been trained. Cindy’s pussy 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 wouldn’t fall completely to the ground.
Cindy bit her lip as she came in the grocery store, bent over, with a man standing behind her. She didn’t want this, but she was helpless to stop it as her body betrayed her and every non-sexual instinct she had.
She had left the park with a body that wanted to cum, and the phone 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 body obeyed in full force..
The man behind her asked her “Are you ok?” and she dared not speak, afraid of gasping or moaning if she opened her mouth. When she didn’t respond he stepped closer to her as her pussy still throbbed. She couldn’t stop cumming as he offered her his hand, all the while she prayed her public sexual display wasn’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 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 didn’t understand “why”.
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