Every girl is different, and every girl orgasms differently, and this was true with her as much as the rest.
Before we began, I hadn’t talked to her though she was in my cohort in grad school. I had a girlfriend during our first year and had suspicions about her even though we never spoke. There was just something that told me she was built for use, just as much as the rest.
The first night, we were in a bar with the cohort. It was early in our second year, and my relationship had ended (thankfully). She was drinking whiskey, and I said hello. A short time later, we went to my apartment a short walk away. It wasn’t nice, and would have scared a good girl away, for I was renting a basement apartment in an old apartment building in a college town. The ceilings were low, the floor concrete, and it was less than 400 total square feet. Uncomfortable but perfect for what followed.
My suspicions were right. She was constantly wet, cock obsessed, needed fucked and needed to please.
Multi orgasmic too.
Her body was exquisite. An ass that is indescribable. Absolutely perfect tits. I mean perfect. Playmate quality. Her legs were thick and strong. She was built for use, and she knew it.
But jesus, her cunt. It wasn’t a pussy. It was cunt. She was cunt. A hole built for use. Over the next few months, she was my on call cock socket. She’d come running. And I mean running, once making it over many minutes before the earliest I thought possible if she caught the next bus after I called, said call having been timed so it was nearly impossible to catch the next bus. She had run to the stop and to my apartment. I respected her time and educational needs, and also her need to be hit, face fucked, bound, caned and facialized.
We would then have Guinness or whiskey and Carl’s Junior while bitching about class, professors and the stuck up rich fucks with whom we went to class.
But her cunt. Jesus. She went natural, and I never went down on her. That wasn’t the connection. She was cunt. A hole built to be filled. And as I discovered her cunt and how it came, I started making her wait for permission to cum. To wait while I plunged her depths and counted down in her ear from 10 in a throated growl with my hand around her throat.
It was never a straight trip, and she was a good cunt who paid attention and waited for permission. Those 10 counts would often last 20 or 30 or more as I growled in time while tapping and punching her cervix.
When I would hit zero she would take off. Not before. Never before. So began the next trip down the yellow brick road of hypnotic conditioning.
Over the months the conditioning continued. The growling intensified. The constant pounding and constant need to obey to earn release until one day, one fateful night, I reversed course.
Instead of starting at 10 again I quickly returned to zero – self assured on the exterior but having no clue if it would work, and if it didn’t would the illusion of controlling her cunt dissipate? It wasn’t a decision filled with thought. It was spur of the moment, a decision with a high likelihood of ruining that connection.
If it didn’t work, the growl wouldn’t touch her in places only my voice could reach.
But it worked. She went off, again.
Then again.
Constantly fucked, and constantly cumming, but only on command, until she was begging to stop.
Not that cute little beg. No. It wasn’t a game. She cried actual tears, big full tears as we both realized the depths to which she had lost control of her cunt.
When I eventually had mercy, finishing on her face because when you have already owned her cunt the rest of her needs attention too, I collapsed on top of her perfect tits and let the reality wash us both over.
And then got her a Guinness.
Her core was sore for days. Not her pussy, her abdomen. Her core. Her orgasms were complete and total. Her core was her cunt. Her cunt her core. She was her cunt, and she was sore for days.
Every cunt is different, and every cunt orgasms in its own way. This was true with her, more so than the rest.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uc01dm/conditioning_her_orgasm