The Gift

Chapter One The Promise

I never dreamed that my hobby, showing dogs in the obedience ring, would have such a profound impact on my sex life. I had been dating Rob for some time now and our sex life was pretty good. I really enjoy oral sex, and we engaged in it regularly. This was fine but for one small problem - he would not come in my mouth. I could bring him to a state of high arousal, I could have him humping and grinding and swollen to the point of bursting, but I just couldn't bring him over the edge. To make matters even worse, he would then enter me and explode before I could get my satisfaction. What it really boils down to is that he is holding out on me! He claims that it is a subconscious inhibition, but regardless of the cause, the effect is the same.

Now some people might let this go, but I happen to be the stubborn type. I have been training dogs as a hobby for years, modifying and shaping their behavior to conform to the requirements of the obedience trial ring and coaxing the best performance out of them. I am also good at what I do and have many first place ribbons to prove it. When I began to see a connection between my training skills and my personal needs, I began to form a plan.

First I delayed our next date. We had not had sex for several days, and he had been anticipating getting together with me. Monday was out, so he was sure about Tuesday. Then, oops, an unavoidable business delay occurred, and of course he already knew that Wednesday was taken. By now it had been over a week and I knew that he was horny as hell. I called him prior to our date on Thursday. Before I confirmed the date, I had a little chat with him to set the stage. He answered the phone; "This is Rob."

"I am calling to confirm our date. Any problems?" I asked.

"None at all."

Now I could bait the hook. "OK, but I am going to ask you for a little gift. Something to prove your love for me. Something that will cost you nothing, and no one will ever know you have given, or that I have received."

"That can hardly be a problem," he replied with a small note of curiosity. "What do you want?"

"I'll let you know when I see you. Bye."

When he walked into my bedroom I could see from the bulge in his pants that he was happy to see me. We wasted no time in removing our clothes and when we embraced, I could feel his erection pressing against me while he kissed my neck. We moved to the bed and I gently pushed him onto his back, sitting up to admire the view. I lightly stroked his cock and watched as the precum oozed from its tip. Then I cupped his balls in my hand.

"Are you still willing to give me a gift?" I asked.

"No problem," he said.

No problem indeed! We would see about that.

"I want a part of your body. Mine to use as I see fit. Now I know that if you gave me a hand or a leg people would be sure to notice. We can't have that now, can we? What I want is a renewable resource, like hair or fingernails. The gift that keeps on giving. Something you will never miss and will be happy to provide. There is only one catch; I want all of it forever. Since it will be mine, you must never remove it without my permission, and certainly never waste any of it. Are you agreeable to this?" He thought it over for a few moments, though probably not too clearly since he had not come for a week and his balls were in my hand, his cock still dripping.

"Certainly", he said.

"Thank you. Your gift is this, you grant me total ownership of all of your semen to be used only as I see fit."

"That sounds all right to me. You seem to be getting it anyway," he said.

"Fine, then lets make it formal. Repeat after me, 'I grant you full ownership of all semen that I produce from this moment forward'". He did so immediately, and with a lack of forethought that I would remember many times in the future. Rob is sweet, but not too bright sometimes.

I told him, "The first thing that you should know is that since I now control this limited resource, I require that you place it only where I wish. This has been mostly satisfactory in the past, but, like working for a top obedience score, there is always room for improvement. Don't you agree?"

"Well sure, I mean, um, I guess anything can be improved," he said.

"Then you would be willing to do some training with me, some sexual training, to help you put my semen exactly where I wish, right?" I asked.

"Hey, anything that involves putting my semen somewhere for you is fine by me," he replied.

"Great. We are going to embark on a little training program to see if we can achieve a higher 'score' in this regard. You have been qualifying in the past, but we all know that that hardly represents peak performance. The next semen that you produce will be placed in my mouth." He looked a little surprised at this.

"You know that's not too likely, considering past experience," he said.

"It would please me very much if you would try," I said.

"I've tried several times in the past," Rob said, "it just doesn't seem to be in the cards."

"On the contrary, considering out agreement, it is extremely likely," I said. In fact it is inevitable, I thought. "And the time to begin your training program is now."

Using the bedroom toys available I cuffed his wrists and ankles to the bed. We had played games like this before, though this time things might not proceed as they had in the past. I lowered my pussy to his face while facing his cock and let him begin his oral ministrations. I knew from prior experience how much this aroused him, and I was certainly not going to let his training get in the way of my own pleasure. In fact, I intended to gain considerable pleasure from his training. As I got hotter I played with his cock and balls. Not too much, just enough to increase his arousal. I wanted him ready, but not too distracted from his current task. A few minutes later I came all over his face. After I had recovered a bit I let him remove my excess pussy juices with his tongue.

It was time for a bit more training. I told him, "I will reward good performance, and withhold praise or treats for anything else. That was a good performance, so we will start with a positive reinforcement."

At that, I took his cock in my mouth and start giving him the treatment. I sucked him halfway in and grabbed his balls. I knew that he liked this, but it also allowed me to control his movements. Soon he started humping his hips in pleasure.

"Good boy!" I told him. "That was another good performance. You started to respond appropriately. Your reward will be to use your tongue again." I had him repeat his oral ministrations until I was satisfied, which only served to turn him on some more. Then I returned to his cock and started in again. This time I worked on him for quite some time, but try as he might, he was not yet able to come this way. I was getting a bit tired, so the time had come to lower the boom.

"I really must be leaving now. I know that you are ready for release, but remember, it may only be on my terms. I am going to untie one of your arms now and after I am gone you may release yourself from the bed. Remember that you made a solemn promise to me that I own your semen. Do not touch yourself in any way to make yourself come, for you would be wasting my semen and therefore breaking your promise to me. You should consider this to be part of your training program. I will see you again soon and we will continue from where we left off. As I said, it is inevitable that you will come in my mouth, because if you don't you will never come again. Don't worry too much though, I am sure this training program will yield positive results!"

Our next date was two days later, another two days of celibacy for him. I told him to meet me outside my house and he agreed. This was just to assure that he would not be tempted to touch himself should he arrive before me. I arrived slightly early and went inside to prepare. When he arrived I greeted him with a kiss at the door and told him to remove his shirt. Then I cuffed his hands behind his back.

"Is this really necessary?" he asked.

"You are bigger than I am. If I leave your hands free you might be tempted to interrupt my lesson at a critical moment. This would ruin the lesson and set back the training."

I figured that since he was pretty randy by now, I didn't want to risk him getting too frisky. Control is such an important element of good training, and with his hands secure behind him I now had all of the control I needed.

I led him to the couch and removed his pants. As I expected, his erection sprang out before him. I watched it dangle in the air as I removed my clothes and reclined comfortably on the couch.

"Since male physiology ties ejaculation directly to orgasm, I am afraid that unless and until you can achieve orgasm without ejaculation, your promise has resulted in an interesting situation. You have indirectly gifted to me all of your future orgasms along with your semen. I am sure that you can see the logic of this, am I right?" "Well, I guess that makes sense," he said, "but you were getting them all anyway."

"Yes", I said, "but not necessarily when or where I wanted them. Your gift allows me to dictate the particulars." I reached out and cupped his balls in the palm of my hand, and then stroked up the length of his shaft. This caused him to stiffen further and evoked a small groan from him. Perfect, I thought.

"Now that you have had time to consider the ramifications of your gift, I would like you to reaffirm it in light of my ownership of your orgasms. Repeat after me, 'I grant to you the gift of all semen producing orgasms from this moment forward, to direct and use as you see fit'." Seeing the logic of this refinement he repeated this new pledge.

"Excellent! I can see from your present state that you have been a good boy." I said. "It appears that you are looking forward to your next lesson. As I am sure you are aware, positive reinforcement yields the most rapid results, but there are some situations that require corrections. For instance, should I find that you have miss-spent any of my semen, a correction will certainly be in order." I gave him a few moments for that to concept to sink in.

"For your next lesson I would like you to start by helping me to relieve a little tension I seem to have built up. Since you are standing there in front of me, please just kneel down right where you are." I leaned back further on the couch and opened up my legs. "Please spread you legs apart as you kneel. This will give me a better view. Thank you. Now if you would be so kind as to part my hair with your tongue we can proceed." He started slow, light tongue strokes, from the center of my pussy to the top of my clit. It was obvious from his pace that he was intent on taking his time, hoping to make me wait for my release. This was probably just a natural reaction to the fact that I had made him wait for over a week. As it turned out, this was just the way I wanted it, without needless speed or urgency to come quickly. Without having to concern myself with his needs, I was free to concentrate totally on sensation. I glanced occasionally at his cock and balls as they bobbed about in the air, aching for contact, and this just aroused me further. Suddenly I could stand it no longer and groaned aloud, grabbing his head and grinding my pussy onto his tongue and then backing off, positioning his head and tongue perfectly as my orgasm ran its course.

After a minute I sat up and told him "On to the next phase of today's lesson. Stand up and move closer." He did as I instructed. This put him at a good height, his cock level with my mouth. "Before we start, we must first establish the proper control position. This will allow me to easily guide you through our lesson." I explained. "Start by spreading your feet about two feet apart." After he had moved to the correct position I further explained, "I can now provide you with guidance manually." I then I took a firm grasp of his scrotum, circling it with my thumb and first two fingers. This left his balls nestled in the palm of my hand and allowed me to tug them in any direction I wished. My fingers and thumb made a very effective training `collar'. I then circled the base of his cock with my right hand. He had already leaked a good deal of precum down his shaft, and I took a moment to lick it off. "You are now in the correct control position. For future reference I will refer to this position as a `front', so remember it." I figured that by now, over a week since his last orgasm, and taken to the brink two days ago, he should be just about ready to explode. I took him in my mouth and started a strong suction but with a slow stroke. He quickly started to move in synch with me, and then started humping faster as his pleasure took over. This would not do. I wanted his semen not only where I wanted, but when I wanted. He must be made to understand that both rules applied if I was to truly own his semen. After all, I owned my own car and the same rules applied. It not only went where I wanted, but when I wanted it to go there.

I pushed his balls back between his legs straight behind him and removed his cock from my mouth. This had the effect of stopping his humping, since he could no longer thrust forward. Then I eased up slightly and began again. Soon he realized that he must follow my pattern or the pleasure would stop. Simple guidance, and the removal of reward to extinguish an undesired behavior. Slowing him down certainly seemed to drive him crazy, but with his hands safely secured behind him and his balls in my hand there was nothing he could do about it. Since this was a lesson about speed, I changed my pace from normal to fast to slow randomly. Any time he failed to stay in proper synchronization with me I would pull him away and the fun would stop. When I finally decided that his performance in this lesson was satisfactory, I provided him with a jackpot reward. I speeded his humping with my `collar', and stroked him faster with both my hand and mouth. This finally sent him over the edge. Just as he began to pump semen into my mouth I provided him with the last element of today's lesson. As a final lesson in control I held his hips still by pushing his balls back with one hand and, with my free hand, reached around behind him and pulled his butt towards me. This push/pull combination effectively immobilized his hips. Now, at this critical moment when he wanted to hump my mouth the most, during the spasms of his climax, he was forced to remain still. I could drink the semen pulsing from his cock without concern that he would try to ram the thing down my throat in his oblivion. This was total enjoyment, taking the semen that he had saved for me at my own pace.

"Good lesson today, I hope that you enjoyed it." I praised him.

"I loved my lesson today, and I guess that your goal has been reached," he smiled.

"You have made excellent progress, but don't get too cocky." I said. "This is only the first and simplest of many exercises to be learned. Your novice training has only just begun, and while you performed correctly today, that was only once and without proofing. Certainly many lessons will be required to demonstrate proficiency. In the mean time you need to remember to adhere to your commitment when I am not around. Should you forget, and spill any of your semen in my absence, or at a time not of my choosing, you will most certainly be corrected." We cleaned up and laid down for a good night's sleep. I fell asleep with the satisfaction that only comes from an excellent training session.

We continued with our regular sexual activities after Rob's first two lessons, and he had probably concluded that there would be no more lessons to follow. I had allowed him to put my semen where he wished, just to let him know that he was not permanently shackled by his gift. Mostly this was so that I could critically observe the process of his arousal and orgasmic responses, something that I had never thought to do before. After the success of my first lessons with Rob I concluded that our sex life could certainly be improved with just a few minor adjustments. Rob's gift of his semen was just what I needed to help guide him toward my goals.

One afternoon, after Rob had deposited his seed in me, I reminded him that one of the aspects of our sex life that was less than optimal was the fact that I was unable to come during intercourse. Though oral sex with him was fine, I wanted to expand my boundaries of sexual gratification

"The problem seems to be that when we are having intercourse, and I find myself approaching climax, the slightest change of pace throws me off," I told him.

"I am sure that I can pace myself to your needs," he said. "Next time just let me know when the pace is right and I won't change it. You know that I would do anything to please you." I am counting on it, I thought.

A couple of days later we were once again in bed for a little recreation and I mentioned our prior conversation. As he entered me I said, "Are you ready to give our little experiment a try?"

"Just nod when I have found the right pace," he said.

Having now closely observed his reactions during sex, I had little hope of success, but failure was a necessary step in my plan. He began thrusting his cock into me at a steady but slowly increasing pace. Soon I found a rhythm that matched my needs and I nodded my head. He maintained his pace as promised while my arousal mounted, but before long his own desire rose and he lost his concentration. When I felt him quicken his tempo I lost my focus. I shook my head and he realized his error. We tried again, but the same problem continued to recur. We repeated this again and again until he could hold back no longer and came in a rush of motion.

This was just what I had figured would happen, but to keep him from feeling bad I suggested an alternative.

"I would like to continue our training lessons," I said, "with a new goal. I would now like to see if I can help you to achieve the control necessary for me to orgasm during intercourse. I think you can see that the method we are trying now is not likely to work."

"Have you got anything in particular in mind?" he asked.

"I have several ideas in mind, but I think we will start next time with a simple experiment to evaluate your current state of control. In the mean time I would like for you to once again refrain from orgasm unless I am present. I need to be able to accurately judge the progress of your control and any unscheduled orgasms will just make my evaluation that much less accurate."

Three nights later found us once again playing in bed. He was curious about the three-foot piece of one by four wood lying down the center of the bed. I told him not to worry about it and asked him to lie down instead. I positioned myself on top of him in a classic 69 and began to fellate him while he licked my pussy. When we were both well aroused I turned around and mounted him, sliding down his cock and stopping at full penetration. It felt delicious. I told him, "Today's experiment is really quite simple. All I am asking of you is to hold still. I will provide all of the motion, so I can set the pace. You can help by playing with my breasts, but under no circumstances are you to move your hips. If you can control yourself I may have a good chance of coming this way."

"Nothing could be easier," he said, "than letting you do all the work."

So I began moving, sliding up and down his shaft and shifting my hips to find just the right angle of penetration and friction. After a few minutes of this I was starting to heat up pretty good, and then the poor boy started to lose his control. Such a typically male response. When he began thrusting into me he changed everything, and I lost all of my progress.

"I was afraid this might happen. This is where the experiment really starts," I said as I rose off his eager cock. "During your last lesson you were able to pace yourself with my guidance and the feedback provided by your collar. I used my hand as a collar last time, but I am afraid that this time my position prevents me from reaching you."

With that I produced a short rope from under the bed, one which had found use in the past as an arm or leg restraint.

"Since you didn't seem to mind a collar during our last lesson, I hope you won't mind if I add a leash." While I was making my request I fondled his cock, just to remind him just how pleasant I could be. When he agreed, I tied one end of the rope firmly around his scrotum just above his balls. I tightened it quite a bit, though not enough to cut off circulation. This created a leash with a collar that was guaranteed not to slip off. I threaded the other end of the leash through a small hole in the end of the board on which he was lying. This was located directly under his balls so that when I pulled the free end of the leash through the hole, the end with his balls attached was pulled back between his legs.

"Let me know when you start to feel uncomfortable." I told him, and slowly pulled the slack from my leash. As his balls were drawn back between his legs, his cock, erect against his stomach, began to rise into the air, creating a lovely sight. About the time that his cock was pointing straight up, he said, "I think that is a bit tighter than I could comfortably tolerate for very long." I eased a half an inch more slack into the leash and asked him, "How about like this?"

"That feels snug but not uncomfortable," he said.

I tied off the end of the leash and checked out my handiwork. Any attempt on his part to thrust his hips would end very quickly, as there was effectively no slack in his leash.

"Let's begin again," I said, "and see how this works out."

Once again I mounted his now very erect cock. After a few slow strokes to restore good lubrication I began again to find the perfect position on his now cooperative organ. As before, it was only a few minutes when I could feel my sensitivity increasing. My nipples started to harden into pebbles. I glanced down and could see that my aroused state was inciting his body to reach for its own climax. He started an involuntary thrust, and found himself instantly corrected by his leash and collar. This had the effect of quickly bringing him back to his senses. Without the ability to thrust into my body at his own pace he seemed unable to approach an orgasm. This was more than I had hoped for, and I continued my own motion uninterrupted. Soon I began to feel those familiar sensations, this time not from a tongue, but rather a perfectly positioned cock. I changed my pace ever so slightly and was suddenly overwhelmed by a marvelous orgasm sweeping through my body. By maintaining a perfect pace and position I was able to savor my climax to the very end.

"Excellent!" I cried. "Now we know that it can be done. The experiment is a success and I couldn't be happier! Now it must be time for you to finish."

I then loosened his leash and urged him on. Without the restraint of his leash he began to squirm about like a happy puppy. While he pushed himself into me I thought back to the last thing I said to him, `finish'.

It was Pavlov who first observed that you could connect an involuntary response, like drooling over supper, to an unrelated stimulus like the ringing of a bell. He found that if you rang the bell every time the dog drooled for his supper, this `secondary stimulus' became connected to the response, so that ringing the bell eventually caused drooling. This he called conditioned response. I decided then that there was no reason that I could not connect a word, like `finish', to an involuntary response, like orgasm. During the conditioning phase the secondary stimulus, in this case the word `finish', would follow the response. This would slowly change over time until the conditioning was complete. Then the response would follow the stimulus.

Soon he was pounding into me with all the haste he could muster. As he reached his orgasm I said, "finish," quite distinctly. I am sure that in his present state he never gave it a second thought.

The next time we got together I told him, "The other day you showed me that I can orgasm during intercourse. I would really like to be able to do that from a more traditional position, with you on top. It would make me feel more feminine. Since we have already proven that you currently lack the control necessary to achieve that goal, we will continue with our training. This should result in you gaining the control we both need you to have. Today we will start your next lesson. Since we have already worked on the front, now we will try something a little different. Since my ultimate goal is for you to be able to fuck me to perfection, you must first be able to maintain a good rhythm for as long as I require. Our little experiment with holding you still was just to prove a point, that the problem was yours and not mine. Now you must learn to move at my direction without loss of control."

I took off my clothes and he followed my lead, wondering where all this would go. I gave him a big hug of reassurance and invited him to join me in bed. I started in one of my favorite positions, 69. I had not really given him time to achieve an erection, so I sucked his entire cock into my mouth. Then I rolled it around with my tongue. This, combined with his lips on mine, was getting me pretty wet. He started growing in my mouth, but I did not move my head back to give his erection space to grow. Soon he was completely filling my mouth with a penis that was swollen to the limits of its confines. I shifted my hips to better meet his mouth and grew hotter all the time, but when he tried to pull his trapped penis from my mouth, I just moved with him. I had by then wrapped my arms around his hips and nothing he could do would free his swollen organ from my mouth. Without the ability to create some movement within my mouth, he would remain aroused but could not even begin to consider a climax. Meanwhile, I was finding myself approaching that still moment when a bomb could go off and I would not notice. His tongue had spread my juices all over my pussy and was now concentrating on my sweet spot. He began licking me hard with a steady rhythm. After just a couple of more minutes of this I could stand it no longer and came, wrapping my thighs around his head to keep him in place just a bit longer. As I came down from my high I slowly drew my head back, allow his trapped penis to complete its erection.

"I believe it is now your turn," I said as I got up and moved over to an armless chair I had provided just for the occasion. "Please come and stand next to me." I said. I sat down in the chair and positioned him at my left side facing forward, but angled slightly towards me. We were now side by side, him standing with cock at attention and me sitting. First I cuffed his hands behind his back. I knew that this would become necessary if the lesson was to complete correctly. I then pulled out from under the chair some lubricant and my training tool. This consisted of a short length of rope attached to the center of a foot and a half of one-inch dowel.

"You remember your leash." I said. "I have attached it to a handle for convenience." I once again collared his balls with the leash and then passed the leash and handle between his legs. I turned the handle horizontal to the floor and then adjusted the attachment of leash to handle, slowly removing the slack. His balls were again pulled back between his legs until his cock was pointing straight out ahead of him. I remembered the tension that he could tolerate from last time and secured the leash to the handle. The tension of the leash on the horizontal handle kept the whole thing pulled firmly against the back of his legs, right at the bottom of his butt. With my left hand I could now easily guide the motion of his hips with only modest pressure on the handle. If he pushed back, he pressed into the handle and could go no further. If he tried to thrust forward, the collar on his balls stopped him. I put some lubrication on my right hand and told him, "This is called the `place' position. In the future, when I say `place' please move directly to my side. We will now work on the release to hand exercise, in which you will place my semen in the palm of my hand"

Now I began to stroke his cock with my lubricated hand. Once he was fully lubricated I moved my hand to the head of his cock and held my hand still. With my left hand I pushed his hips, and his cock-head, into my hand. He sighed with feeling and I pulled him back again. Thus I began to set up a rhythm with my left hand, allowing him to stroke an inch or two of his cock into my hand. This had the predicted effect of making him want to push further into my hand and simulate the feeling of being buried to the hilt in my pussy. I continued to deny him that feeling and when he started twitching his hips involuntarily he found himself restrained by his leash. This did not prevent him from becoming more and more aroused. I could feel his cock start to swell further in my hand and could tell that his orgasm was immanent. This was much too soon for my purposes and so I decided to bring my latest training technique to bear. The ear pinch. Only here it was just a little different. I had read that a cure for pre-mature ejaculation was to pinch the head of the cock very firmly between the thumb and the large knuckle of the first finger. This was like hitting the reset button on his orgasmic response. It was at this moment that I was glad of taking the precaution of restraining his hands behind him. Without restraint I am sure that he would have pushed my hand away from his cock. As it was, he tried to move away from the surprising pinch, but his leash held him securely. Before he could protest, the pinch, having done its job, was released. I then started once again guiding and stroking him back to a high state of arousal, again using only short strokes on the first two inches of his cock. I brought him through two more cycles of arousal and suppression, and finally he began showing signs of settling into the correct rhythm without his high state of arousal causing him to try to fight my pace. As a reward I began giving him full strokes along the length of his cock and let him rise to a fever pitch of excitement. His cock grew to is fullest extent and just as he began an explosive orgasm I said, "finish."

Allowed now to thrust out of control, he spurted cum all over my hand and onto the floor in a massive climax.

"Good boy," I said with a huge smile.

We continued this exercise twice a week for the next month, until I was convinced that Rob was gaining sufficient control for the next stage of his training.

Rob had been in constant training for about a month and was making slow but steady progress. We had been concentrating on the place exercise with a release to hand. He had by now become quite accustomed to his collar and leash. The training sessions had fallen into a pattern, with Rob first attending to me, followed by his training. This served to keep me happy as well as to arouse him for the beginning of his training.

The only change was to slowly change the timing of his `finish' command. I had to be careful, because I still could not judge exactly when he was about to come. That was about to change in a hurry. I was currently giving him his conditioning command when he started to spurt. My goal for operant conditioning was three seconds prior to the start of ejaculation. It is well known that two seconds prior to ejaculation is, for the male, the point of no return. Once this point in time is reached, the male of the species will proceed through the entire ejaculatory process, willingly or otherwise, no matter what. If all physical stimulation is removed at this point, he will still continue his thrusting motions into nothing at all, and helplessly pump his semen into thin air. This is why the three-second timing is so important. I wished to apply the conditioning word one second prior to his point of inevitability, which is in turn three seconds prior to his first orgasmic spasm. This is the only way to guarantee the success of this particular aspect of his training.

At the beginning of his training I had an inspiration for a device which would truly help in his sexual behavior shaping. My prior work experience made me quite familiar with a device known as a polygraph, or lie detector. My training experience told me that the best way to prevent a behavior was to correct it before it happened, when it was only a thought in the subject's mind. While I am not a mind reader, recent advances in technology could make it seem like I am. I recently invested no small sum of money in an engineering consulting firm to create the ultimate training collar. Today we can put mainframe computers on a desktop. I wanted to put a desktop computer in a lipstick case. This is just what I had commissioned, and it had been delivered at last.

"Rob," I said, "I have a gift for you. It is a new collar that should help to cut months from your training time. I know that this has sometimes been difficult for you, since you have not been able to enter me for a month now, and I am proud that you have stuck with it. Take a look at this. I call it your figure 8." I held up what looked at first like a number 8 about three inches long, and made out of some kind of layered fabric. It had what appeared to be a small solid tube about the size and shape of a lipstick case attached horizontally to the bottom of the lower loop of the 8. Also attached to the bottom of the 8 was a small D ring. He took the device and examined it carefully, noting its flesh tone color and the surprising strength of the material. He also noted that the lower loop was not a complete circle, but was still open and could be snapped shut somehow.

"What you have in your hand is an electronic telemetry system, a miniaturized version of a lie detector," I explained. "The fabric in the lower loop contains a number of sensors and electrical contacts which register heart rate, blood pressure, the tension of the muscles in the groin, galvanic skin response and skin temperature. The upper loop acts as a strain gauge. It is designed to be worn in place of your normal training collar. The lower loop wraps around your scrotum and the upper loop circles your penis. I had it custom made for you and I hope that you will honor me by wearing it. Before you say yes, I must caution you that once you put it on, you won't be able to remove it without destroying it. This may seem a bit unusual, but it is part of what will make it an effective training tool. It is designed to instantly transmit information regarding your state of sexual excitement to this little display unit."

I now showed him a small device about the size of a pocket calculator, with a number of LED indicators and a brightly lit display which could be easily seen from a distance. I didn't bother to show him the half-dollar sized remote control device with the even smaller buttons. There was no use in make him needlessly concerned.

"It looks like it might be a bit snug," he said, "and how do I keep it clean?"

"Believe me, it is a perfect fit. I have been handling you for some time now, as well as fitting your collar on a regular basis. I know your size perfectly. As to hygiene, it is completely waterproof and made of a non-chafing material used commonly in hospitals that is also proof against mildew or rot, and is virtually unbreakable. You can wear it in the shower or bath with no problem. The transmitter unit is totally sealed and small enough that it will not show under your clothes."

"You seem to have thought of everything. Do you really believe that we will be able to have intercourse again sooner if I wear this contraption?" he asked.

"I have every confidence of it." I replied. Particularly in light of a few features I had yet to mention.

This assurance convinced him to more than eagerly accept his gift, so we wasted no time in fitting it to him. The upper loop was passed over his penis and snugged all the way to its base. This top loop had just enough elasticity to grow with him when required, and its internal strain gauge could monitor precisely the exact size of his penis, from limp to complete erection. The lower loop was then passed around his scrotum. When the two ends met at the capsule at the bottom a titanium tab was inserted into a matching slot. There was a small click, which sounded like thunder in my ears. A quick tug proved his figure 8 to be securely locked in place. Its dimensions, so carefully determined, prevented the removal of either his penis or balls unless I sent the correct coded signal to the on board computer.

"Now that you have accepted my gift, we can proceed with your training. I know that I promised you an improvement in your rate of training, but we will continue to work on your release to hand for a short while. Later we can move on to the hand signal exercise, and finally to directed humping! With this device we can effectively jump straight from novice to utility."

Thinking about the possibilities of his new accessory made me wet before we even hit the bed. I propped the remote display at the foot of the bed where I could see it easily and encouraged him to kneel between my legs and give me an intimate kiss. Shortly after he started I glanced down at the monitor and was pleased to see it indicating an increased heart rate as well as the more obvious growth of his erection. So far it was functioning perfectly. I leaned back and, with the excitement of knowing what was to come with my new device and feeling his gifted tongue doing what is does so well, my orgasm was upon me almost before I knew it.

Now I was anxious to really put my invention to work, so we proceeded quickly to his `place' position. I had only to clip a new leash to his D ring and adjust his handle and we were ready to go. For this first trial it was important to get his standard baseline reaction, so I dispensed with the pinch correction and allowed him to progress normally to orgasm and ejaculation. I watched the monitor carefully and at the exact moment his penis jerked with its first spurt of cum, a little light blinked. This was the second and most critical test of the system. The on board computer noted the presence of his erection, and the sudden muscle contraction in his groin. The strain gauge around his cock was extremely sensitive, and the computer also noted the small twitch in his cock, an additional signal of his first ejaculatory spasm. This light continued to blink once for each remaining contraction until his orgasm was complete. It had now recorded every biological event it could sense leading up to and then through his orgasm. It was beginning to form an internal profile of Rob's individual sexual response pattern.

"I will be leaving town for a week starting tomorrow," I said, "but you will have what should be an enjoyable homework assignment while I am away. I would like for you to masturbate for me while I am away. Specifically I would like you to masturbate three times tomorrow, morning, noon and night. Then wait two days and masturbate once for me just as quickly as you can. If you can come in thirty seconds, then more power to you. Then wait two more days and masturbate once again, this time taking as much time as you can, prolonging your release as long as you possibly can. We will continue with your lessons a week from tonight."

I spent the next week away on business, but my little project was never far from my mind. The telemetry display of his device had a built in cellular telephone, which allowed me to download his progress data from anywhere in the country. I could see that he was taking his homework assignment seriously, as well as see that his third orgasm of the day did not come easily. I could also tell at what times his nocturnal erections occurred, how strong they were and how long they lasted. The system was synchronizing with his sleep and waking patterns and so could tell me with assurance just when he was sleeping and awake. Watching this I felt sort of like Santa Claus. I continued to follow his progress during the week and noted just how quickly he could come when motivated, two minutes and nineteen seconds, and how long he could currently delay his climax, nearly twenty three minutes. The system was now completely calibrated. It had data on every type of sexual response he could produce. It could now tell me not only how excited he was, but how much time remained before his orgasm. Simply increasing or decreasing his stimulation level, of course, could modify this time. The device would then instantly display the new time to climax based on his changing response. I have never been so glad to get back from a trip.

The next night we were together again. I asked him how his week went and he recounted a story that I already knew in some detail. I then let him bring me to a much-needed release and quickly moved on to play with my new toy. We took up our regular positions, but now without his leash.

"Today we begin your hand signal exercise. The main difference will be that you will no longer have to wear your leash. I will now rest the tips of the fingers of my left hand on your right hip. It will be the smallest of touches. I will now guide your movements with only the tips of my fingers. Your task is to pump your hips in perfect synchronization with my fingertips throughout the exercise. My right hand will continue to stimulate you as usual, providing you with distracting stimulation that you will simply have to learn to accept. I can guarantee that by the end of this training program you will become the best lover a girl could ever ask for."

Once his hands were secured behind his back we began. The other difference from our previous training was that I now had his monitor in sight and the additional remote hidden in the palm of my left hand. I started by lubing up his cock and proceeded to the intense stimulation I knew that I could provide by stroking only the head of his cock, avoiding stroking my hand even an inch lower on his shaft. At the same time my left hand was guiding him to a pumping pace I knew that I was going to enjoy when he was finally pumping into me. After only four or five minutes of this I could tell that he was approaching climax, but now, looking at the readout of my new toy, I could tell that if I didn't do anything to slow him down a bit he would come in exactly twenty six seconds. In the past I would have had to stop and apply a pinch at this point or risk unwittingly pushing him past the point of no return and spoiling the exercise. Now I could simply watch his biological clock. When his time to climax dropped below twenty seconds I reduced the pressure on his cock. The time to climax was still dropping, but not as fast. I eased up further and time stopped, so to speak. With the greatly reduced stimulation from my hand, my device determined that he was now moving away from climax as his state of arousal slightly decreased. He was still closer to climax than I would ever have dared to let him get before. Now I began to play him like a violin, keeping him in an incredibly advanced state of sexual excitement. This went beyond any distraction that he had ever endured before and within a minute it began to show. He could clearly take it no longer, and believing himself to be free of the physical restraint which would have previously prevented out of control behavior, began to thrust himself hard against my hand in an attempt to attain release. I chose that moment to hit the button on my hidden remote, activating one of the additional features of his monitoring system, the shock collar. A one second jolt of harmless electricity passed through his cock and balls. Still, this was enough to nearly bring him to his knees, and his sudden tugging at his wrist restraints told me just what a good precaution they were.

"Rob, that was only five minutes!" I said. "You went way beyond that last week, over ten minutes in fact."

"I know," he replied, "but for some reason today felt more intense than I have ever experienced. Without the leash my body just suddenly took over. You really surprised me with that zap."

"I know, but it had the desired effect. You are back in control now without having gone over the edge. Let's try just another five minutes and then you can come, OK?" He was still pretty horny and he assented quickly. We started again and he quickly swelled to his normal size and within thirty seconds was back at my favorite pace. His clock indicated only sixty seconds to climax. I increased the stimulation to his cock, stroking further down his shaft and soon we were back to the thirty seconds and counting range.

It was now time for the acid test. In order to trust the device I had to test out its calibration. The only way to do this was to take Rob all the way to the edge of orgasm. If the device was working correctly I would never accidentally take him over the brink. I brought him to five seconds and slowed my pace slightly. I let him continue towards orgasm, but at a snails pace. As he approached one second I could feel the veins in his cock swelling in preparation for ejaculation. At one second from orgasm I let go of his cock entirely, letting it dangle in the air. Five seconds of no stimulation hauled him back from the brink, his veins shrinking visibly. Again I brought him to one second. Sweat was beading on his forehead, as he once again felt stimulated beyond anything he had ever experienced. This time his body knew better than to break contact with my fingertips.

The next time I stopped at one second his cock twitched and a pearly drop of semen oozed from the tip. This was it, I had him completely on the edge. I had `primed the pump' to the point that he was actually starting to dribble semen. The drop of semen was visible proof that the unit was calibrated perfectly. For the next three long minutes I kept him at the brink of orgasm, my right hand stroking harder and softer as required to maintain him at the peak of excitement. I continued to stop at the one-second point, and this continued to cause him to leak semen without quite reaching ejaculation. His cooperation with my hand signals was now perfect, despite his incredibly aroused state. At the end of my promised five minutes I rewarded his performance by fully stroking his shaft, from tip to base, simulating as best I could the feeling of a full penetration into a female partner. I watched at the seconds ticked down from ten. When he reached three I said, "finish!" He was much more surprised than I when three seconds later I removed my left hand from his hip and he started the most incredible ejaculation that I had ever witnessed in a male. This unprecedented level of stimulation resulted in an enormous flood of cum. I slid my hand to the base of his cock and pumped him from there as I watched load after load of semen jet from his cock, while he grunted aloud with each spurt. His entire body convulsed spastically with every contraction. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he was drained. Only ten minutes from start to finish!

"Good boy," I told him, "I knew you could do it."

Playing with him like that had made me start dripping down my leg despite my own previous orgasm and I requested a second licking from him. When he recovered he was more than happy to comply. How could he resist any request from the girl who had just given him the best hand job of his life?

Afterward I told him, "I can see that we can easily cut your training time in half. With the previous method you would have been releasing to hand with hand signals for a month or more, but now you will be ready to move on within two weeks."

"Thank you Ann, I knew I could rely on you." He said with a smile.

We got together six more times in the next two weeks and sure enough, he managed to perfect his technique by enduring continuous peak stimulation for up to fifteen minutes without error. Even better was the fact that my now perfectly timed conditioned response trigger word was rapidly gaining power.

We had progressed through two weeks of hand signal exercises and Rob was ready to progress. The next time we got together he inquired, "What's with the orange tape around the bed?"

"It is just a little symbol on my part. You are finally ready to start working out in the ring. You are nowhere near ready for a trial, but you have to start getting used to the environment. Today we will change your position and move on to your next exercise."

I led him to the bed and got comfortable on top of the soft covers. I was really getting quite anxious for him to be able to enter me, but I knew that the wait would be worth it. Instead I settled for some of my favorite number. At least I knew now that I was in no danger of causing an accident, since I could easily see his monitor from my position. I had always been careful to place it where I was the only one who could see it. He knew of its basic monitoring functions, but he had no idea that it could predict his reactions so well. I let my mind wander to the end of my training regimen, and that thought, combined with the finger now stirring in my pussy and his tongue on my clit sent me soaring. I held back for a while, but soon felt compelled to give in to pleasure. I let myself go with the feeling and spent some timeless bliss in happy orgasm.

"The rest of your training will be in the `ring', so to speak. I am sure that this will be more comfortable for us both. You will still be releasing to hand for me, but I have a new position for you. I would like you to get on your hands and knees." This put his hands at the head of the bed. I took this opportunity to secure his hands to the headboard, each with about a foot of slack for comfort. This security would be needed now, more than ever before. My next exercise would push him well beyond the bounds of normal male sexual response patterns. This would be my most intense training yet, and the riskiest, for if not perfectly carried out it had the potential to set his training back considerably.

I then moved behind him and placed a small pillow between his spread knees. I used it to kneel behind him, with the front of my thighs pressed lightly into the backs of his thighs. I placed his monitor between his shoulder blades and leaned forward over his back, the pillow giving me the added height to do this comfortably. I rested for a moment with my breasts pressing into his back, and then reached around his waist with a well lubricated hand and began to fondle his cock.

"We will call this new exercise heeling, since you will be required to maintain a perfect alignment of your hips with mine throughout the exercise. When I move my hips forward and back you must match my movements perfectly. I will not be maintaining a constant pace. I will instead provide a change of pace from time to time from fast to normal to slow. The changes will seem to be at random, so you must pay close attention to my every movement. Do you have any questions?"

"No," he said.

"Are you ready?" I inquired.

"I'm ready," he responded.

"Forward" I said, and slowly pushed my hips into his own. He matched my motion easily due to his prior training. I brought him to my favorite pace and began stimulating him with my right hand. In my left hand his remote control lay waiting for use.

I knew that this position more closely approximated a normal sexual position and his body might naturally try to revert to its old response patterns. This fit perfectly with my plans, since we had now entered the proofing and correction phase of his training. I slowly changed pace, speeding up and slowing down while watching his monitor. As I did so I would also vary the depth of my thrusting motions as well. He assumed that I was simply trying to test his ability to follow my heeling pattern, but I was really looking for the speed and motion that best resonated with his own needs. I was deliberately seeking out the motion that would turn him on the most. After only a couple of minutes of trial and error, his monitor started counting down quickly. I had found his favorite combination of hip motion and manual stimulation of his cock. His climax timer was now steadily counting down. At twenty seconds I readied his remote in my left hand and when he reached exactly five seconds I hit the button. He jerked suddenly as the jolt of current passed through his cock and balls. My own position and the restraint of his hands helped to steady him. Again we began our heeling. I now knew just what turned him on the most and returned to his best stimulation. My goal was to continue to correct him at the five second point, with the hope that his body would learn that it could come only so close to release without correction. We repeated this process several times more before the magic happened. Something must have clicked in his subconscious. At a level well below his conscious awareness or control his body learned a new trick. With the aid of my well-practiced hand, his climax clock made its way once more to the six second point. Just as I was about to hit the button on his shock collar, his timer froze. It now refused to budge below six seconds despite my increasing attempts to heighten his stimulation. My hand was now pumping him in a manner that had never failed to bring him off before, and still his timer remained hovering at the six second mark. I maintained this intensity for another thirty seconds just to make sure of his conditioning and then whispered "finish," into his ear.

It was amazing. His climax timer dropped instantly to zero and he trembled as he shot his loads onto the towel I had prepared below him. This was an incredible success! My training program was creating the perfect lover. One who could enjoy any sexual activity for extended periods of time, but would not ejaculate until triggered to do so.

"Brilliant, Rob! You are doing beautifully. Your heeling is nearly perfect. It should take only a couple of more weeks of ring practice to cement your new responses into place, and then you will be ready for your final exercise."

"You have been doing wonderfully Rob," I told him. He had just eaten me to a double climax and was waiting for my command to heel. "Today we move on to advanced heeling. This is your off leash exercise. What this means it that you will get no physical guidance from me. Instead we will activate another feature of your figure 8, the metronome. Let me demonstrate."

I picked up his remote and pressed a small button in the corner. His eyes widened a bit.

"It feels like someone is tapping me very lightly behind the balls," he said.

"That is the metronome. It is built into the electronics case on your figure 8. I can change the tempo of the taps remotely," I said and demonstrated by speeding it up and slowing it down. I could also see the tempo that I set reflected in a small light that blinked on his monitor, once with every beat of his metronome. "Instead of my hand or thigh signals guiding you, you will take your cues from your metronome. Move into the missionary position above me. That's right, good. Move up just a bit more so I can easily reach your cock."

I gently massaged some lubricant onto his erect penis and said, "I want you to start moving with the beat of your metronome. You need to be at full thrust each time you feel the tap on your balls. Are you in sync yet?"

He nodded his head in assent.

"I am going to activate another part of your figure 8 now. You know that your monitor senses your muscle tension. It uses that ability to sense your thrusts, and can thus determine if you are moving in sync with the tempo that I have set. If you should get carried away or become inattentive it will automatically administer a collar correction for one second. You will then have five seconds to get back in sync. If you fail, the correction cycle will repeat."

I let him watch as I pressed another button on his remote. He showed no signs of a correction, so it was clear that he was in proper synchronization. I positioned my hands so that his thrusts pushed into them, using both hands to simulate the feel of deep penetration. In only a few minutes I could see his climax timer dropping under sixty seconds. When he had held at six seconds for a while he started letting his attention wander and suddenly jerked to a halt with a strong correction. Remembering his instructions he quickly started moving with renewed concentration. I began changing his pace with the remote, alternating between his favorite pace and my own. We continued this way for another fifteen minutes with only one additional correction. At the end of his training period I whispered the word `finish'. With great relief he rapidly filled my hands with our semen.

When he could produce no more, he slowed his thrusts and suddenly jerked again. We had both forgotten that the auto-correction system was still activated. He jumped out of bed in surprise, thinking somehow to escape his corrections by gaining some distance from the bed. All this really accomplished was to knock his remote off the bed and under the nightstand. I got up to retrieve it and started fishing around under the nightstand when I heard him yelp again from another correction.

"Start moving," I said, "it doesn't know that you came, and I forgot to turn it off." He rapidly moved his hips back into sync with his metronome. "Sorry," I called over my shoulder. I reached under the nightstand and managed to snag the remote with one finger and pull it out. When I turned around I had to chuckle out loud. He was standing in the middle of the room, thrusting his hips like a bad imitation of Elvis.

When I had shut down his systems he said, "I sure hope that thing never goes off when I am at work!"

Certainly a devilish idea, but I did not want him to lose his trust in me.

"You are doing great. Two more weeks of this and you should be will be ready for your first trial."

His progress was phenomenal. None of this would have been possible without his figure 8. I sincerely believe that I could never have created a fundamental change of this kind to such a basic human response without the incredibly accurate feedback provided by his monitor, combined with my knowledge and research of behavior modification from dog training. I knew that I had finally succeeded beyond my wildest dreams when one night he called me on the phone.

"Ann?"

"Yes Rob."

"I seem to have a small problem. It has been quite a while since you asked me to restrict my masturbation. Since we had not seen each other in a while I thought that I might give myself some pleasure, only I can't seem to come. I tried everything I could think of and it feels great. I know I get really, really close, but I just can't seem to make it over the edge. Could this have anything to do with our lessons?"

"It has everything to do with our lessons. Your body has finally learned to accept pleasure for as long as we wish, without ruining everything with a poorly timed ejaculation. You are just now experiencing the results of months of proper conditioning. This is how all males should work. It would bring so much more pleasure to everyone if they did. It will be another couple of days before I can see you. Do you still want to come?"

"If you could help, I would appreciate it. I seem to have left myself in quite a state. I'm really quite horny now that I spent all that time masturbating. Is there anything you can do?"

"Certainly. I love you Rob and would never want you to be unsatisfied. Are you still undressed?"

"I am lying on my bed quite naked."

"Please start masturbating again, and let me know when you think you are very close to climax."

I waited for a few minutes, listening to the small sounds of his hands moving on his cock. I could also tell by his breathing that he was starting to get pretty worked up.

"I really ought to be there by now," he said.

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. This feels great, but it would feel better if I could come," he said.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

I waited just a few more moments.

"Finish." Hearing my voice utter his trigger word sent him to completion. I could hear a great sigh over the phone as he climaxed.

"That was great," he said shortly. "Just the sound of your voice gives me such pleasure that I can come! Thank you for being there."

"I will always be there for you. Even if I am away on business I can always call to talk to you. I miss you though and this has made me more than a bit horny. I do hope we can get together soon. Say the day after tomorrow?"

"I'll be there," he said.

Remarkable. He had created and carried out his final proofing exercise in a way that I could hardly have improved upon. I was now more excited than ever, and I had to wait for two days before his trial.

The two days passed slowly. I hung his monitor on the wall at the foot of the bed like a little picture, though I really did not think that I would have much need for it now. It just seemed reassuring to have that little bit of insight available at a glance. When he arrived he could see that his old training chair was missing, and our other toys were put away. He greeted me with a hug and some of my favorite flowers, which looked nice on my dresser. We helped each other out of our clothes and onto the bed. I was wet from anticipation and he was hard already, but I still always enjoyed a little warm up. We snuggled and kissed and slowly inched our way to a 69, and stayed there until I really felt my need increase. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to turn around. I spread my legs and he could hardly miss the invitation. We both groaned as he entered my pussy.

"My god," he said, "I had almost forgotten just how good this really feels. This has always felt better than anything else we could do."

Mentally I agreed with him.

"This is it, Rob. This is your first trial. This is the time for all of your training to pay off. Now, for my benefit, I would like to try some directed humping. Just follow my lead with my fingertips on your hips. I will guide your speed with your metronome. My fingertips will direct you to the correct angle and depth. You have had plenty of practice, so lets see how it goes."

I gave him a hug and reached down, placing my fingers on the side of his hips in a way now long familiar to him and began guiding his movements. This felt really great, and I arched my back slightly to give his cock greater access to my clit. I continued to guide him like this for several minutes and realized that he was now at about the time where, in the past, he would lose his control. I glanced up and saw from his monitor that he was rapidly counting down to the six second mark. It appeared that he was right, this did feel better to him than I was able to achieve manually and it showed from his reactions. I only hoped that his subconscious conditioning held, because I was only a few minutes from my own climax. My concern probably held me back even more, but I could not help myself. His metronome maintained his pace and I watched as his timer dropped to six seconds - and held! I closed my eyes with a small sigh of relief and picked up his pace, really getting into the feeling of both clitoral and vaginal stimulation from a penis that would not fail me. I was now so sure of my ability to please him when the time was right that I was able to totally concentrate on my own pleasure. My thighs started to twitch now with every stroke and my pussy slowly tightened and twitched in time with his movements. I was now pushing my pelvis up to meet his every thrust. He had swelled to his maximum, given his current state of excitement, and the feeling of fullness was ecstatic. I knew now that I was only seconds away, and suddenly I knew just what to do.

"Finish," I said.

His explosive climax took me over the edge. It seemed that every hot surge of his cum was a wave of my own climax. Every orgasmic squeeze of my pussy seemed to cause him to ejaculate with greater strength. This feedback between us seemed to make our mutual climax last longer than I can ever remember either of us experiencing alone and took us both to dizzying heights of feeling I had not dreamed possible. Our very beings seemed to swirl together in ecstasy, blending us into one.

When I came to my senses I found him holding me tenderly in his arms. I told him, "Good boy! You have more than qualified in your first trial. You have excelled, and certainly earned your first leg towards your title, though I haven't quite figured out what to call it. Thank you for your persistence, it has certainly paid off." I thought even our afterglow could light a city as we dozed off for a while.

Less than a half an hour passed when I stretched luxuriously and noticed that his half-hard penis was still ensconced in my warm nest. I knew that I wanted to recapture that wondrous feeling, and started moving just a little to see what might happen. Rob clearly had the same idea and began moving with me. Soon enough we were both committed to reclaiming pleasure. Once more Rob's new conditioning did the trick and again we were consumed in joy.

A little later I got up to fix a light snack and we sat at the kitchen table talking about everything that led up to this night. Rob was extremely grateful for his new abilities, though he still had not consciously connected my trigger word with the onset of his orgasm. He just thought that I had a very sexy voice, which seemed to turn him on. I could see no benefit to clarifying the reality of the situation to him, and explaining about Pavlov and his dogs. He was happy, so why mess with it?

We finished our meal, and as I was cleaning up I decided to try for something I had never heard of being done before, earning three legs in an advanced degree in a single day. Why not? I was certainly up for it.

"Rob," I said, "would you care to join with me, so to speak, in bed again?"

"I would love too," he replied, "but its been hardly more than an hour since the first time and I think my battery is dead. It's going to take some time to recharge."

"I think that I can arrange a quick charge for you," I smiled, and led him back to the bedroom. Passing the dresser on the way to the bed I picked up his remote control. His eyes widened a bit at this, since the only time he had seen it used was for corrections.

"Don't worry about a thing," I said, "just lie down and relax. This won't hurt a bit."

When we were comfortable I pressed one of the other buttons in his remote, one that I had never needed before. This activated his shock collar, but at a much lower setting. I had been told that this would provide a somewhat pleasurable stimulation to his penis while the electrical current caused certain tiny but important muscles to contract. He flinched briefly and said, "Hmm, that's not too bad. It feels kind of tingly." As he spoke I could see his penis already starting to lengthen. The tiny muscles affected were the ones that prevented the blood from returning from his penis, the cause of all erections. I watched with satisfaction as every beat of his heart pumped his penis larger. Within seconds his cock was throbbing higher and higher, beat by beat. In less than a minute he had a full erection! Once again I marveled that this tiny invention served me so well.

I left him lying on his back and mounted his newly effective organ.

"I new you would get a charge out of this," I said. He smiled as I started gliding along his length.

"Just take your cues from my motion and we will do fine," I said.

What more can I say? He earned his title in one night, leaving both of us drained but happy. The myth of a simultaneous orgasm had become a reality that could be called upon at will.

It has been six months since he earned his title and we are working toward his OTCH. The ability to put his orgasm on command has made bedroom play much more fun and interesting, and his battery charger insures that he is always ready to perform. The use of his finish command once allowed me to bring him off two minutes after we had begun, when I suddenly got a page and had to leave. Withholding it has allowed me to keep him hard for hours of slow, leisurely sex.

I still do training sessions with him two or three times a month, sometimes during my cycle for convenience. I make him release to hand from a variety of positions. The rare collar correction I now require during a training session merely serves to reinforce his conditioning. The power of his trigger word has notably increased in strength with further training and use. I did not realize quite how much until just the other day.

We were taking a stroll on a lonely beach and stopped to watch the sunset. I was standing behind him with my arms wrapped around his waist, to help keep off the evening chill. As we discussed the events of the day my hands idly wandered a bit lower and playfully tickled him to an erection. I guess I just loved to see the bulge in his pants, and there was no one else around to observe us. Unfortunately, I realized then that I had an important report due the next day and grabbed his hand to tow him back to the car.

As we started walking back I told him, "I'm sorry, I totally forgot a report due at work tomorrow."

"That's fine," he said, "I understand."

"I'm glad, because I really do have to finish it."

Without warning he staggered to a halt, his eyes glazing over. It dawned too late just what I had said to him, `finish'. I watched in fascination as I saw his hips jabbing forward in those familiar pelvic thrusts while his body shuddered. Within thirty seconds he had recovered, though he was still a bit wobbly.

"I guess I really do love the sound of your voice," he said sheepishly as I watched a dark stain spread over the front of his pants.

I think I'd really better watch my words!

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