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Sensitivity

By: Lucy1970Harker



"I've got to tell you something," she said. 

"What's that?" he answered.

"You won't think I'm weird?" she asked.

"You mean weirdER? No, probably not," he answered. 

She laughed.

"Ok, it is going to sound nuts. But there's this certain part of my body that is driving me crazy lately. It has gotten extremely sensitive to the touch. I can't figure out why. Or what to do to stop it. Or if I even want to," she said.

They were instant messaging.

There was a pause.

"Oh yeah? What part is that?" he said.

"Well, I can't come right out and say it, but I'll give you a hint," she said.

"It is above the waist. Oh, and," she said.

Pause. 

"Yes?" he asked.

"There are two of them," she said. And she laughed to herself. That should make it easy.

Pause again.

"Ah. I see. Well, I thought they were anyway, so you've said," he said.

"True," she said.

"But for some reason it is has increased radically over the last few weeks. I can't figure it out. It's like a warm tingling. Any touch at all, even just getting dressed. Taking a shower. Brushing across them with my arm while I'm doing something. Even a strong wind. Ha," she said.

"Just about anything that touches them makes me almost..." she said.

Pause again.

"Wow. That's interesting. And you have no idea what's causing it?" he said.

"No. None. I mean there's nothing biological that's causing it. It's just something going on with me," she said.

"It certainly doesn't feel...bad. So I'm not that worried about it. Like you've said, it's always been a factor. But now, I might even beat my record given the right circumstances," she said.

"And what record is that?" he asked.

"Well, with assistance, I've been able to ....get there...in one minute by someone touching me there," she said.

"I actually can't even say the word right now because they are driving me that crazy," she said.

Pause.

"Which word? You mean 'nipples?'" he asked.

Her breath caught in her throat for a second.

"Yes, that word," she said. Of course he had to go and say it.

"So you are telling me that you came in 60 seconds from someone touching your nipples?" he asked. 

She was breathing faster now. Did he know what he was doing? Probably not. Or maybe he was breathing faster too. She liked that thought better.

"Yes," she responded quickly.

"That is pretty amazing," he said.

"Well, right now that record could be broken," she said. Especially by you, her mind added. But she was not brave enough to say it.

"Depending on the person," she added. That was enough.

Pause. Digest. 

"Can't you do it yourself?" he asked.

"Well, that's the funny thing. I can elsewhere," she said.

"As you know. Ha. But not there. It doesn't work there for me to do it myself, which is ironic given the virtual ease of it for someone else," she said.

"Well, that's too bad then," he said.

"It is, but it isn't. It feels nice," she said.

"But I just had to tell you," she said.

"Well, thanks for sharing that with me," he said.

Later in the afternoon, after other conversations had come and gone, he asked her for a ride home. 

"So, I've been thinking about it."

"It?" She said, knowing what he was talking about.

"Not that I would actually do it, but pretty sure I could beat that record," he said.

Heart beat. Breathe.

"Pretty sure?" she said, putting on her turn signal, smiling. For some reason, she wasn't at all nervous.

"Ha," he said.

"Damn sure," he said.

"Me too," she said.

"What about through the clothes though? You think you could do it that way?" she said, stopping at a light.

"Your record, was it that way?" he asked. She stopped and thought about it, smiling to herself.

"No, it was definitely without clothes," she said.

"Well that's not fair then. Why the extra challenge for me?" he said.

"First of all, I thought you liked challenges, and second of all, you and I both know without clothes, this wouldn't be no challenge at all for you especially. Houdini isn't famous for nothing. He set his parameters high when it came to obstacles," she said, speeding up a little.

He laughed.

"This is true. So really," he said.

"Really, through the clothes. Huh," he said, seeming to think about it.

They got to his house and she stopped the car. It was dusk.

She was so not nervous. It was all hypothetical. Joking, really.

"So," he said.

"So, she said, smiling at him. 

"I've got to tell you, you've got me really thinking about this. I've thought about it all day," he said.

Her heart started beating faster.

"Oh yeah?" she said.

"Through your shirt, is it really that big of deal? It isn't like skin to skin," he said.

Her heart now was pounding. Not because she was nervous though.

"You're going to give me a heart attack. What are you trying to say?" she said. 

"Is your heart beating fast?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

He took his hand and pressed it over her heart, pressed hard.

"Wow, that is fast. Why is that?" he asked, saying her name.

His hand was warm against her chest. So close.

"Okay, so, I better get going," she said, catching her breath and finally breaking the tension.

He pulled his hand away, smiling.

"Well, have a great night," he said, getting out of the car and closing the door behind him. 

As he walked toward his house, she finally let out a long, shuddery sigh, biting her knuckle for a second, before pulling away. He had turned around just before she put the car in drive and saw her, smiling to himself as he opened his front door.

Her nipples were driving her crazier than ever now. She didn't even have to touch them anymore, they were just hard, sensitive, warm, she felt flushed, going about her nightly routine. The more she tried to ignore it, the worse it got.

Luckily she had the house to herself for a few days. She had just curled up in front of the television with a drink and turned on a horror movie when her phone buzzed. 

"How's it going?" from him. 

Well, it was starting to calm down, but not anymore.

"It is going. Same. You?" she said.

"Not bad. Just got off the train," he wrote back.

"Oh yeah? Going someplace fun?" she wrote back. 

Then she heard a knock at the door. For a second she was scared. Then she went to the sliding glass door and saw it was him. 

Great. Since she was just in pajamas. Oh well. Her hair was in a ponytail. T-shirt. Pajama pants. That was it. Oh, and wrapped in an old blanket. Really, a hot look.

"Hi," he said, when she opened the door. She smiled.

"Hi," and stepped back for him to come inside.

"I'd offer you a drink but all I have is stuff you don't like," she said. 

"That's all right. I had a feeling that was all you would have," he said, pulling out what he brought.

"I'm watching a really awful horror movie also. Aren't you glad you stopped by?" she asked.

"It is too early to answer that question," he said. And she laughed.

It was a cool spring night in New England, one of those early spring nights that got chilly even though the day had been warm. 

"Are you cold? I can turn up the heat," she said, as he sat down next to her on the couch.

"I'm fine. What the hell is this movie?" he said, taking a drink and watching during a particularly ridiculous part of the B, or even C, horror movie she was watching. A zombie had just dug his way out of a grave and was about to take a bite out of an extremely 70's outfitted hip dude.

She just laughed. 

"Just one of my favorites," she said.

"Of course," he responded, rolling his eyes, taking another drink.

They watched quietly for a little bit in between his further critical comments of how bad it was. 

"So this is a nice surprise," she said, not taking her eyes off the television.

"Is it?" he said, doing the same.

More quiet.

He put his drink down on the table. 

"Finish that," he said, of her beer.

She finished the last third of it in one gulp.

"So, are you ready?" he asked.

"Ready?" she said. Heart racing now.

"You know what I'm asking. Stop pretending you don't," he said.

He turned to face her on the couch, and pushed her shoulders slightly for her to do the same. 

Of course, she knew. But still, she wasn't quite ready to believe it. She had been rejected too many times to take anything less than blatant honesty.

"Ready for me to beat your record," he said.

"I figured it out. If it is only through clothes. And that is all we do, then it is basically harmless. And we can go back to watching your fucking terrible movie. In less than..." he took her arm in his hand and looked at her watch. 

"Less than 59 seconds," he said.

"I guess you're right. I can't say no to a challenge," he said, smiling.

She was still looking at him. And she was pretty sure there was no way in hell it was going to be the only thing they did. But she wasn't going to say no. And she wouldn't be the one to push anything else. 

"I've got one rule, because you've got some advantages," she said, trying to play calm. But everything about her was full speed ahead. Her heart, her hormones, her breathing. Everything. 

And of course, her nipples were hard.

"Ok, rule?" he asked, glancing at her shirt now. 

"You have a clear advantage here. So you can't touch me anywhere but...there," she still couldn't say it. It was too much.

"Ok," he said. He took her wrist again. 

"30 seconds," he said. And suddenly, without warning, he leaned in and kissed her mouth. She had never felt his mouth before, but she had wanted it, craved it. Her faintest sense was the sound of the screaming 20-somethings being chased by zombies. 

His mouth was soft, his tongue gentle in hers. And damn, if she wasn't going crazy inside. She had thought about him kissing her so many times. She'd even asked him to kiss her. He had said no. Now he had her really going with the touch of his tongue on hers. She pushed him away.

"So NOW you kiss me? Cheater," she said.

"Not cheating," he said, smiling.

"If I was going to cheat, I'd say that I realized the through the clothes aspect would work in my favor, after I thought about it. You know why?" he said.

"Why?" she asked, knowing that was probably a mistake.

"Because the friction of the T-shirt, the fabric, on your sensitive nipple, will probably make it easier for me," he said.

Her eyes fluttered. "Cheater," she whispered.

"Five seconds," he said.

He was too smart. She was confused, turned on, going crazy, and had five seconds to get it together. Not nearly enough. Too late.

She could hear the horror movie in the background as she felt the warmth of his hand on her right breast through her T-shirt. She was not wearing a bra. She closed her eyes and wondered what the fuck she had been thinking. 

She bit down on her lower lip as his hand held her, and his fingers traced her skin until they zeroed in on her nipple, which was hard, like a fucking rock, and she knew it would be no time, no time at all.

She couldn't look at him as his fingers traced her super-sensitive nipple, squeezed it gently, and circled it, and she sighed, moved her body in reaction to how hot she was, with her nipples so fucking sensitive, it wasn't a joke anymore. Still he kept going, circling, gently squeezing her where she was hot, she was screaming hot, and she tried to be quiet, but she gasped out loud and lost her strength everywhere else, she moved until she was lying on the couch.

She still couldn't look at him, and his relentless touch, his fingers got stronger, tighter, squeezing her nipple harder and it was there, she felt the rush of wet hotness in her pussy, as she came, biting her lip to keep quiet because she was going to scream otherwise. Not that anyone would hear, but she was embarrassed at her reaction to what amounted to so little but so fucking unbelievable.

She felt herself getting red, afraid to open her eyes. 

"Forty five seconds," he said. So eager to beat the record, of course. As he sat back on the couch.

"Now we can get back to the movie," he said, smiling. 

He was being a wise ass. It wasn't quite that easy. He stared at the television, but thought about the warmth of her breast in his hand, how heavy it was, and he thought about watching her face as she came. 

She ran her fingers through her hair and couldn't talk yet. She moved around to get comfortable when really she wanted to climb onto his lap. She wanted to pull his hair.

But she wasn't going to be the one to say it. Or do it. She was fine. Just fine.

He listened to her breathing. It was fast.

"Do you want something? I'm getting another beer," she finally said.

"I want another movie," he said. And she tried to laugh.

She came back with her beer, took a sip and put it down.

"I have a question," she said.

"Ok," he said, drinking his drink.

"Forget it," she said.

"Go ahead," he ahead.

She was so frustrated. 

"If you would enjoy fucking me as much as you seem to enjoy fucking with my head, you're really missing out," she said.

He had to smile.

"Is that a question? It sounded like more of a statement," he asked. 

"You know what, fuck you, and your fucking editorial corrections," she said.

"Do you want to hit me?" he said.

He sort of wanted her to.

"Don't tempt me," she answered.

"Go ahead," he said, "I dare you."

She punched his shoulder.

She punched it again. 

"Come on, you can do better than that," he said, putting down his drink.

"Do you know how long you have been frustrating me? I don't think you want to go there," she said. She was not nervous. She was not playing games. She was frustrated and turned on in equal amounts. And both were a lot. 

"Frustrated? What did I just do?" he asked.

"Ha! I'm talking months," she said.

"And if you think you are so fucking amazing that at a 45 second induced orgasm is going to take care of someone like me after frustrating me for months, you're dreaming, and maybe I was wrong about you all along," she said, turning back to the movie.

"Oh yeah?" he said.

"Yeah," she said, now turning red. 

"So maybe you should hit me harder," he said.

She pushed him with her foot on the couch, trying to push him off. She started to laugh.

"Hey!" he said, pushing at her leg.

She started to kick a little, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to try to really push him off the couch.

He grabbed her legs, and pushed them to the couch and then she tried to hit him. She pushed him and punched him in the chest, and he climbed up her and held her hands down now, pushing his body down on hers. They were both laughing.

She was trying to catch her breath as he leaned down over her and kissed her again, so slowly, in slow motion it was so slow. It was so slow she didn't even realize was happening. He leaned his body against her, pushing against her sensitive nipples again.

His tongue moved slowly into her mouth, and she met his slowness with her own, her lips kissing his, finding his tongue, meeting it, kissing him deeply. His hands were still pinning hers down and she was so turned on by him keeping her hands that way, rising her chest to meet his, unconsciously rubbing hers against his, ever caressing her crazy, sensitive nipples, looking for relief, and he knew that was what she was doing.

They both knew he had barely gotten started,

He pulled his mouth from hers and looked in her eyes, his body meeting hers entirely on the couch as her leg moved around his hip.

His mouth was so close to hers, and she reached out to it and had to touch it, she ran her finger gently over his lips, into his mouth and again over his soft lips.

She leaned in to kiss him again, kiss him on those lips she had wanted, lusted over.

He kissed her harder now, wetter, and pulled away, and in between those wet kisses, he said:

"So, do you think taking longer....would make it better....I like taking longer....." he said, and the kisses were making her cross-eyed.

"I'd rather set the record in how long it takes," he said, kissing her softly, "than how quick it is," he said.

She couldn't breathe.

"Yes, yes," she whispered.

He felt her heart beating underneath him. He felt her breathing raging through her.

He kissed her once more, then kissed her neck, found her collarbone with his tongue and her back arched, and really, really he wanted to feel, to see her breasts. He played games with her, but after feeling her nipple through her shirt, there was no way he was leaving without seeing her, touching her skin.

So his mouth was on her neck, then pulling away, he moved down, down, and found the bottom of her T-shirt. With his hands, he pushed it up, up, and moved his mouth along her stomach, over every revealed spot of her body, and pulled away, as he lifted her shirt over her breasts, over her nipples, pushed it up to finally see her.

Her breasts were big. Bigger than he thought, soft, warm, pale, with hard, dark pink nipples, and he sat back just to look for a little bit. He had thought about what they looked like for a long time. He wanted to see them, and now lifting high in the air, and with her back arched, she was giving them to him, begging him to take them, and he felt how hard her nipples were, and he bent to take her left nipple in his mouth, and with the first touch of his tongue on her, she cried out.

And she was embarrassed to make noise but his hot mouth on her made it impossible not to, and his tongue was so, so slow. He traced a slow circle around her nipple. His warm hand held her breast as his tongue ran back and forth over her nipple and she almost came and he felt it, and stopped.

"No, not yet, wait," he whispered.

"I can't," she said.

"You can," he said. But he wasn't feeling how wet she was. How hot she was. And his mouth relentlessly working her nipple, her sensitive, sensitive nipple, feeling his tongue, wet, and hot, working it, not stopping, and she was trying to hold off, but she couldn't.

"I can't," she said.

He stopped. 

"Don't stop, please," she said.

He stopped to sit on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She felt his hard dick under her, And he pushed her shirt up and found her other nipple, his tongue gentle and strong, his dick harder, and she ran her hands through his hair and held them there tightly.

She pulled him to her and he sucked her nipple into his mouth deeper, and she felt a rush of wetness and his pressure between her legs, and now he sucked on her nipple, and he put his hands on her hips and squeezed, squeezed tightly, and now she felt his teeth.

His teeth bit softly into her nipple, holding her in place, feeling that pain, as his tongue worked the very hard, sensitive tip back and forth, slowly then faster, and then, she came.

Her hands pulled at his hair as his mouth got rougher with her nipple, She started to grind on his lap with the strength of her orgasm, and she was loud. Really loud. Then she got greedy.

She took his hair, still in his fingers, and held his mouth with hers, fucking his mouth with her tongue, opening his shirt while she took his breath away with her mouth, sucking it into hers.

His hands on her hips moved her sweat pants down, down, and she opened his pants and just moved them out of the way. 

Then they were naked against each other, as he still played with her nipples, his fingers on her, his tongue on her, he couldn't stop, and with her wet pussy against his hard dick, she slowly, slowly moved, getting wetter with each move.

She lifted herself off the couch, and his hard dick stood straight, and ready for her, She did not ask. She just took it.

So, so slowly, she lowered herself onto his hard dick, and she loved watching his face as she did it.

And once he was all the way inside, she stroked his lips with her fingers, pulled his mouth open as deep as she could and explored it with her tongue, slowly sliding up again. She wanted him so bad, for so fucking long.


Sensitivity Training 01



Many thanks to NorthernDancer for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 





"Oh my gosh, look at her, Horace!"

Horace looked up from his book to see what his wife was excited about, and when he saw, he wasn't upset about the interruption.

Walking to a lounge chair on the other side of the pool was a figure out of a computer game. She wasn't just large, she was large in all the right places.

He tried to guess how tall the woman was, way over his nearly six feet for sure. She wasn't a beanpole, but she wasn't dumpy looking. Her sunscreen made her skin gleam and emphasized every curve, from her perfectly round rear under the somewhat modest two-piece swimsuit bottom to the ample breasts struggling to break free of the skimpy bikini top restraining them.

When she had settled into the chair, Mara said, "I wonder if she's here by herself. Do you think a woman like that has trouble attracting men?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking," said Horace. "Of course, she can attract them. Every man -- and every woman -- around the pool is staring at her right now, even though some of them are trying to hide it. But I think her size is going to scare off most single men, even though she has a beautiful face and a body that's hotter than a volcano.

"If she has a relationship, her size must be a major problem," said Mara, "maybe like us. Unless she only dates football or basketball players, every guy she's with has got to be a lot smaller than her. Maybe they feel the way I do."

"I think it's different," said Horace. "It's true that you're less than five feet, but when the man is tall and the woman is short, that's less of a problem."

"That's what you always say, Horace, but I've told you many times that just because you're not sensitive to it doesn't mean it's not a problem. How many times have we had this conversation? You just don't understand that there are things that you do that hurt me, both emotionally and physically. I know you don't mean to, but your body is so large and mine is so small that you need to be more aware of what you're doing."

"You know I'm trying, Mara," he said, turning back to his book.

"Not hard enough," she muttered to herself.

When he was getting out of the pool after swimming 50 laps, he saw that Mara had walked over to the Amazon and was in deep conversation. He decided not to interrupt and went back to his chair, dried himself and returned to his book.

On the way back to the room, he asked Mara what the two of them had been talking about.

"Diana is a sales executive with an insurance company," she said. "She's not here on vacation like we are, but she said today's conference meetings are at night, so she decided to enjoy the facilities during the day. Tomorrow's meetings are in the morning, and she'll have the rest of the day off."

"Is that all she told you?" said Horace. "You were talking to her more than two hours."

"I wasn't sure how sensitive she was," said Mara, "but when I brought up the subject of her size, she wasn't hesitant to talk about it. You're right that most men are intimidated by her. She said that in order to date, she has to be the instigator.

"Once they find out she doesn't care about the size difference, she said her men break down into two categories. A few of them work on ignoring the differences as much as they can and try to have a normal relationship with her. Those are rare, she says, but they are the ones she's most attracted to.

"So far, she hasn't found the right guy, but she knows that when she does, even if the guy tries to act normally, she will still have to concentrate on being sensitive to the differences in size, both when they're out in public and when they're making love. Otherwise, something that might mean nothing to her could affect his psyche and ruin the relationship, she said, so when she's with a manly man, she's very careful about what she does with her body. Her attitude is a lot different from yours, Horace.

"She doesn't mind going out with the second type, the men that want to be dominated by a strong woman. Some of them are perfectly normal, except when they're alone. You wouldn't believe some of the things she told me. Most of them like to pretend that they are being forced into the things she makes them do against their will, but even when they fight her, they always come back and beg for more.

"She said she enjoys these men, too, but in a different way. She'd rather be with someone in the first category, but when one isn't available, she'll make do with the second."

"Very interesting," said Horace. "I wonder how she's built inside. Would a man get lost in there."

"You're disgusting, Horace," she said, "but as a matter of fact, that came up, and she said, she's small and tight down there relative to her size, and her boyfriends are always amazed."

The next afternoon, Horace heard a murmur around the pool and he looked up to see Diana arriving in another suit that again showed her to best advantage. He thought she looked over at him for a second, but it must have been Mara she was looking at, although Mara was absorbed in her iPad and didn't see her.

A little while later, Horace jumped into the pool and began his daily aerobic swim. On the first lap, he glanced toward Mara and saw she had left her chair. He turned his head in time to see her sit down next to Diana and show her something on her iPad.

When he got out of the pool, Mara was back in her chair and doing something with her iPad again. She didn't say anything about Diana, and he decided not to ask.

When they were walking back to their room to change for dinner, she walked ahead of him, faster than usual. Her steps had a special bounce. She seemed to be nervous but also excited. Watching her reminded him that she might not be Diana, but she was definitely the hottest woman he knew, and when she was worked up about something, it made her even more alluring.

"Hurry up, Horace," she said. "I have something exciting to tell you when we get to the room."

When he closed the door behind him and looked at her, she seemed as though she were about to burst.

"I'm giving you a free pass tonight!" she exclaimed in glee.

"A what?" he said.

"A free pass. You remember that movie we saw. You get a vacation from our marriage for one night and can sleep with another woman. And guess who you get to sleep with?"

"What are you talking about, Mara? This isn't a movie. I'm not interested in taking a vacation from our marriage. Is this about you wanting to sleep with someone else?"

"No, stupid. I'm not doing anything. It's only for you. Can you imagine? You get to make love to Diana. Do you know how envious all your friends would be. Of course, you can never tell them."

"But I don't want to make love to Diana," he said. "What did I say to make you think that I wanted to? I told you her body excited me, but there's a big jump from that to cheating on you."

"You're not cheating, Horace. Don't you understand? That's what the free pass is all about. I know what you're doing. You're not going behind my back."

"But why, Mara? Why would you want me to do this? I don't understand."

"Alright, Horace," she said. She wasn't smiling anymore. "I'm not doing this for you. It's for me.

"Diana and I talked all afternoon about our marriage, and I brought up the problems caused by the differences in our sizes and attitudes. She feels that her experience with men could help us. I sent a list of the major things that I'm upset about to her iPad, and she told me she thought she might be able to repair all of them if I gave her to you for one night. She didn't make any promises, but I'm willing to take the chance for the sake of our marriage. Are you?"

"I'm supposed to sleep with this goddess, and it will help our marriage?" said Horace. "You're not making sense."

"There's a lot more to it than just sleeping with her," said Mara. "We talked it all over, and I'm comfortable with it. I trust her, and I just hope she can make things better for me. Because I see that you are happy with things just like they are, even though you know that I'm unhappy."

"That's not fair, Mara," he said. "You know I'm trying."

"Then try harder and do this for me, Horace," she said. He saw she definitely wasn't excited anymore. She was crying, and now she ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

When she came out, they were both silent as she changed. She didn't look at him as she opened the door of their room to go, but he caught her arm and pulled her back. "I'll do it," he said quietly.

Her expression softened into a smile of gratitude, and she looked at him lovingly. "Thank you, Horace," she said.

As they walked to the restaurant, she was animated again and giggling quietly. At dinner, she said that Diana told her he shouldn't eat too much and that later, after he was finished with Diana and came back to her, they would order room service if he was hungry. They got back to their room at 6:45. Fifteen minutes later, she gave him Diane's room number, led him to the door, kissed him deeply and sent him on his way. He looked back before turning the corner and saw her watching him from the doorway. She seemed to be bouncing once again and finding it hard to contain herself.

"Hello, Horace," said Diana when she opened the door. "Please come in and sit down here by the table. Sorry about all the bright lights. I don't know if Mara told you, but I also do video editing for corporate communications, and we were recording the conference, so I borrowed some lighting and cameras from our video guy for tonight.

"You're the luckiest man in the world, Horace. Mara is just the perfect wife. She's kind and caring and smart. And on top of that, she's got the hottest little body at this resort. If I were a man, I'd be jealous.

"I don't deserve her," he said.

"Yes, you do," said Diana. "She told me all about you. You're nearly the perfect husband. She only has a few things that she'd really like to change.

"I know," he said, "and I'm trying. She thinks sleeping with you will help, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Well, you've got a free pass to sleep with me tonight, Horace, but that's only one part of what I'm going to do with you, if you'll permit me. See, when Mara and I were talking, we noticed similarities between the challenges that I have with men who are smaller than me and what she has with you because you are so much larger than her.

"I told her a little about how I learned to deal with the problem, and we both came to the conclusion that some of my techniques might help the two of you. Neither of us really wanted this to involve sexual contact, but the more we talked about it, the clearer it became to both of us what the best course of action was.

"I couldn't suggest it, but when she did, I agreed to do it. And that's why you're here."

"I still don't understand," he said.

"Let me explain it this way," said Diana. "The next two hours are going to be like a seminar. I've got cameras that will be recording it from different angles in high definition, both overviews and close-ups. I'll take the recordings home with me and edit them and send a copy of the finished version to Mara so she can review the seminar as often as she needs to refresh the information in her mind. My techniques will also probably inspire other ideas that both of you will be able to use to make your marriage happier.

"But I'm warning you, it'll be a grueling two hours. You are going to suffer, emotionally and physically. No, I'm not going to torture you with burning wax or brand you with a hot iron or break any bones. You won't be injured in any way, although there may be some discomfort for a week or two.

"Yes, you are going to have to learn some lessons the hard way, because that's the only way I've found that they will stick. When you walk out of here, you will be a different man, and not a happy man. But I think your future with Mara will be happier."

"I thought I was here to sleep with you," he said quietly, getting up.

"Yes, and you will," she said, "but you won't enjoy it. You won't enjoy anything that we're going to do in front of the cameras. The only good thing about it is it may save your marriage.

"No, Mara didn't say anything about divorcing you. She loves you too much. But when I listened to her, I realized the things she was telling me were important to her. And I know from experience that such wounds can fester, until one day you wake up and find it's too late to save the patient, which is your marriage.

"I see you're ready to leave. I think I'm big enough to stop you. I'm 6 feet 7, and I weigh a lot more than you. I'm guessing you're around 5-10 or maybe 5-11. I'm built like a woman, but because of my size and because I work out with heavier weights than you probably do, I think I'm a lot stronger than you. If this was about me, I might be doing things to you right now without your permission.

"But I'm going to sit here while you walk out, because this isn't about me. It's about a beautiful little woman who adores you and about you, who loves her but can't seem to stop hurting her. If you leave, I'll turn all these lights off and disassemble the equipment. If you walk five steps and turn back, it will be too late. My door will be locked.

"You'll go back to Mara, and I guarantee you she'll be disappointed. It took a lot out of her to agree to let you come here, because the whole idea of you with another woman is distasteful to her."

Not that distasteful, he thought, as he remembered how excited she was about his "free pass."

"But she overcame that aversion and was even excited and eager for you to be with me," Diana said, "because she trusts me when I tell her I think these two hours will change things for the two of you. That's all I have to say. You're standing there and not moving. Indecision is not an option either, because I don't have the time to waste.

"It's decision time for you, Horace. Are you man enough to take what I'm going to give you for the next two hours even if you have strong misgivings, just because your wife and I think some good will come of it? Or are you going to give up this chance, disappoint your wife and just keep on -- how do you put it? -- trying to do better. If you're staying, sit down right now. If not, I'm about to get up and throw you out of here."

He sat down.

"I wasn't sure that you'd do that, Horace," she admitted, "but your wife was. She told me that among the things she admired in you were your courage and determination to finish everything you start. You proved her right. Now it's time for us to stand up and take off our clothes."

He watched her while he undressed, and by the time he was naked, he was hard. She looked good in her bathing suit, but she looked fantastic in nothing. He saw why she wore a modest bottom to go with her skimpy top. Her bush was nearly as big as Mara's and it formed a thick carpet from just below her navel to between her legs.

She saw him staring at her and looked at his erection. "I see why Mara needs the extra lubrication," she said. "I'm not that big inside, and you're extra extra large. There's nothing wrong with that. You just need to remember and make adjustments.

"Now, let's get down to business. I have four things here on my iPad that Mara sent me, and we'll go through them one by one. And when we're finished, you'll go back to her. Let me just turn on the master switch for the synchronized cameras to get the filming going. There.

"Here's the first thing on Mara's list:

'Gentleness. He forgets how small I am and how large he is. The way he picks me up and throws me around makes me feel like a rag doll. When he gets going, he gets carried away and pounds me like he's flattening a steak. I don't mind it when our bodies collide in passion, but he's so strong that I get bruises on my thighs, and when we're doing the doggie position, his hips are hitting me so hard that they're bruising my buttocks. It takes most of the pleasure out of what we're doing."

Diana walked toward him and said, "Do you have anything to say about that, Horace?" As she began speaking, she squatted down and grabbed one of his ankles and lifted it quickly up with her right hand. His upper body fell forward and was caught by her left arm. In a moment, she was holding him across her arms. She lifted him in the air and then threw him onto the king size bed in the middle of the room.

He was taken by surprise and landed hard and bounced a couple of times before coming to rest in a tangle of arms and legs. The wind was knocked out of him and he gasped for breath.

"Maybe you should be more careful when you're moving little Mara around instead of doing something like this," said Diana as she grasped both his ankles and pulled them quickly high into the air, so he became untangled and was hanging straight down. She moved her hands down and grasped him tightly between his knees and his calves and pulled him off the bed.

He thought his head was going to hit the floor, but as she pulled him back, she began turning, and he was lifted into the air. He was now flying straight out from her body as she began spinning around. She went around faster and faster and then she let him go. He remembered that she had promised not to break any bones and was thinking to himself that her promise was about to be a lie.

Then he crashed, but it wasn't into the wall. He landed on the pillows she had piled up at the headboard. They didn't prevent him from getting bruised, but he was still in one piece. This time he tried to get up and run. He didn't care if he had to run through the resort naked. This was more than he had bargained for.

But before he could move, she was on him quickly and lifting him up in the air again. She moved her arms in such a way this time that his body flipped in the air one and a half times, like a diver, before crashing down on the bed. He was gasping for air again and now felt pain in every fiber of his body.

"I think that's enough of that, Horace," she said pleasantly. "Here's a balloon for you as a reward for being so cooperative. As he lay there, he saw her take a large balloon from a bouquet in the corner and fiddle with the string around it. She brought it over to him holding its neck with her thumb and finger and then stuck the neck into his mouth and let go. His mouth and lungs were filled with balloon gas.

"That was only Part 1 of the first item on the list, Horace," she said. "The second part is about when you're out of control and are bruising her buttocks in the doggie position. I think I can get across the pain of that in a simple old-fashioned way. Oh, you have something to say?"

"Stop right now," he said. "I'm going to yell for help if you don't let me go."

He stopped talking and looked confused. His voice wasn't his normal booming manly voice. It was tiny and high pitched and sounded like a cartoon duck.

"It was the helium in the balloon," said Diana. "That's what you're going to sound like on the video. I'm going to feed you balloon air as often as necessary to make you seem very effeminate and wimpy which will only add to your humiliation. Now let's continue." She grabbed him and easily pulled him over her lap.

"OK, mister," she said, "you've been a bad boy, and now you've got to take your swats. There will be at least 50, but to make sure you remember them, you'll count out each one in as loud and breathy a voice as you can and pretend that you're really excited about getting them. Do your best Marilyn Monroe imitation in your new high-pitched voice.

"When I edit the video, it will sound like you're really excited about every single swat and the game we're playing. The game is that you don't know when I'm going to spank you. Some of the swats will be slow, some fast, some after a long pause, some in a flurry. After each one, you have to squeal out a happy number, or it won't count, and I'll keep going. Got that? Here we go."




Sensitivity Training 01



Her big hand landed hard on his rear and the searing pain made him yell. It sounded strange in his high voice. He tried to recover. "One," he shouted.

"Not good enough, Horace," she said. "It sounded like you were unhappy. You've got to be cheerful and enthusiastic. Remember, you're so excited about this. For you, it's better than sex. Let's try again." Her hand came down just as hard and he screamed again, but he summoned all the happiness and excitement he could and yelled out "One."

"You're getting there, but don't sound so desperate. Again." The hand came down.

"One"

"Again."

"One." 

"That's almost right," she said. "Put a little more cute delight into it, and you've got it. Again."

"One."

"Perfect. That one counted."

He tried hard, but the pain crept into some of the numbers and there were many repeats. The worst part wasn't when she was doing a flurry of fast ones or a few slow ones. It was when there was nothing for nearly a minute, and the anticipation of the pain made each swat hurt twice as much. When he forced out "50," and she stopped, he broke down sobbing, still lying across her lap.

"There, there, Horace," she said. "You've been a bad little boy, but you've taken your punishment like a man. Mara is really going to appreciate it when she sees this. She'll know that you're going to be much more careful with her tender rear when you're making love from now on.

"You'll find her second item much easier. Here's what she wrote:

"'Hygiene. Horace is ready for sex any time and any place, and because I love him, I try to accommodate him. But sometimes he's just been working out in the yard or he hasn't taken a shower all day and done a lot of strenuous activity. He's all grimy and smelly, especially in his private parts, and it's all I can do keep from gagging as those parts come near me.'

"I know guys don't care as much about being clean and fresh as ladies, but you need to learn that Mara is not one of the guys," said Diana. "She's a special girl with a special body that she shares with you, and she makes sure it's sparkling clean just for you. It's no fun for her to have sex with an animal who's just come from his pen.

"I don't know if you noticed while you were over my legs, but I'm a little gamey now myself. After you leave, the first thing I'm going to do is take a shower. I got all sweaty lying at the pool, and I worked out at the gym after that. Because I wanted to really be prepared for you, I also sort of controlled my functions all day, and my stomach has been telling me that it wants me to go someplace for the last hour. All this was for you."

She got on the bed and pushed her back up against the pillows by the headboard. Then she lifted her legs until her knees were bent and spread them wide.

"Did you eat a light dinner, like I suggested?" she said. "Here's dessert, full flavored with lots of aroma. Come and get it."

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her bush. It was sweaty all right. The hairs were matted, and he could smell a strong fragrance coming from it that wasn't perfume.

"Are you waiting for something, Horace. Have you decided to leave now that you've received the spanking that you deserved? Are you going to tell Mara that you couldn't go through with this part because it was just too degrading? Is it different when you stink? Is that what you're going to tell Mara? Do you think she'll go for it? Will she tell you, that's OK, Horace, at least you tried hard for me? You tried not to wimp out. I know Diana is big and bad, and she was just too much for you, wasn't she?

"That's it, Horace, I knew you had it in you. Go to work down there. Push through the rainforest and get to the clearing where the reward is waiting for you. Ooooooo. You found it. You're amazing. Mara is so lucky. I wonder if she would share you just a little so I could enjoy an occasional dessert at my place. Ooooh. That's it, all around the inside, but special attention to that little button that's all puffed up at the top. Are you swallowing all the juices coming out? My boyfriends tell me when I'm this excited, I'm running like a faucet. Does it taste good, do they smell good. Oooooo. I'm coming. Did I already tell you that you are amazing? OK, stop for a minute while we switch positions.

"Now, I want you lying on the bed, and I'm going to get in a 69 position and lower myself carefully onto you. This time I'm going to push at you a little while you eat me, and when I feel the orgasm coming, I'll be rubbing hard all over your face. You're going to get a facial from my insides. It might hurt a little if I go too fast or hard, but try to hold on, because it shouldn't take long.

"There, your tongue has hit the starter button. Now hold on for the ride. Oooo. This is amazing; your face feels so good as I slide on it. I'm getting close. Oooo. I just came again. I hope I'm not rubbing you the wrong way. Ha, ha, ha.

"Wow! I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. It wasn't that smelly, was it? Don't answer."

"Now for the finale, we're going to get really gross. First I'm going to put another pillow under your head so it's well cushioned but higher. Now I'm going to go back to the 69. I won't talk for a while, because I'll be busy rewarding you for the degrading thing you're about to do.

"This time, I'm going to back my ass up over your face, like this. I want you to take your hands and pull my cheeks apart as far as they can go. I'm going to lean forward while you do that. When you pull my ass cheeks apart, you are going to open my anus. It should be pretty smelly because of what my stomach is telling me, but I'm going to try to hold it all in. I almost lost control just now with those multiple orgasms.

"I'm ready. Yes pull them wider. See all the sweaty hair back there. I hope you don't see anything else. Now start licking. Up and down my crack. That's it. Don't go so fast over my anus. Make it one smooth motion, up and down. Oh, that feels good. Now I'm going to stop talking but you just keep on going."

He jumped as he felt her mouth suck him in. She was powerful, and as she started to go up and down on him, he was sure he was going to come in seconds. But he was also gagging from the fumes and the flavor inside her crack, especially when his tongue hit her wrinkly hole.

He pulled his head back to keep from fainting. Her mouth came off of him, and he groaned in frustration.

"Why did you stop?" she asked. "I was going to let you come in my mouth as your reward, but you didn't earn it. So we'll move on to the last thing.

"You're going to spread my cheeks apart again, and this time you need to stick your tongue out straight and insert it in my hole. I'll be pushing so that my hole will let you in. I'll try my best not to push anything out at the same time, but watch out. OK, here comes my asshole.

"Wait, why are you pulling back. We've almost finished this part. I can't hear what you're saying Mr. Quacky Voice. Just do it. Maybe this will help you."

He felt her hands begin to play with his testicles, stroking them. It felt really good. Then her hands closed around his balls and manipulated them. It felt so good that he might even come this way, he thought. 

Then the hands closed a little tighter. Now it wasn't feeling so good. They were getting tighter. "I think it's time to get that tongue out," she said as his balls were getting squeezed harder in her big fists. He stuck his tongue out.

"Further," she said, "I can't feel it. There that's it. I'm going to bear down, so you can push it further into me." As he did, he felt the hand around his balls loosen. "Now push more. Open your mouth wide and push it right between my cheeks as far as it will go to get that tongue in deeper. You can remove your hands, because your face pushing in is spreading my cheeks more than your hands did. That's it. I just turned around, and you look amazing. My ass has swallowed up your face almost to the ears. Wait until Mara sees this!

"OK, now hold it there. You can breath through my ass hair around your nose. I hope it tastes good in there. Did you feel that? That's my special ass squeeze. I can squeeze your tongue and let go when I want. Are you enjoying that?

"Now I'm going to use my right hand on my vagina. As I get more excited, my ass will squeeze involuntarily, and you'll feel my excitement. When I come, my ass will spasm and you'll feel it all up and down your tongue."

He did feel her excitement and orgasm on his tongue, but his entire focus was on trying to block the foul taste and smell that was enveloping him now and making him want to puke. Finally, she stopped spasming and sighed.

"That was so good, but now there's something I've got to do." She jumped off him, and almost ripped his tongue loose from his mouth as she rushed to the bathroom. She was in there quite a while, even after he heard the toilet flush, but he didn't move. He was nauseated and disgusted and exhausted.

When she came back, she had a soapy cloth and a towel. "You should see your face," she said. "Let's get you clean." She gently cleaned him up and dried him with the towel. "That's better," she said.

"This next one requires more preparation," she said as she sat down next to him on the bed and grabbed his balls again. "I'm sticking some lube into your ass, and now I'm slowly pushing this tube in. It's connected to this big enema bag. I'm going to give you a colonic to clean you out, and then this second enema is going in afterwards. You should be sparkling clean inside after that, but you're getting one more, this container of water soluble lubricant. It's a quart, and I'll get as much of that into you as possible, because you'll need it." When he was clean and greased up, she read what Mara had written:

"'Pain awareness. I love Horace being so long and thick and filling me up, but often I'm not quite ready to accept him when he's ready to enter me. After he gets going, he's oblivious to my increasing pain because I haven't secreted enough lubricant. I've tried to stop him so I can put some lube in, but he's in a world of his own. So all I can do is fake an orgasm and try to bring him off before he really hurts me. Sometimes I'm sore inside for days. He's always sorry, but then it happens again.'

"What I should do for this one is scrape inside your ass with sandpaper," said Diana. "You obviously have no idea how fragile a woman is inside her vagina. There are all these nerve endings to heighten pleasure, but if there is friction without lubrication, the pleasure turns to intense pain.

"But I'm going to get across her feeling a different way that's less harmful to you than you've been to her. That's what the lube is all about. And while I'm doing that, I'm going to try to give you the feeling she has when she has to finish without having an orgasm.

"Have you wondered how I know all this stuff? Unfortunately, a lot of the men who are interested in me aren't like you, Horace. You're feeling mortified and humiliated. They feel humiliated, too, but they love the feeling. Some of them have taught me the various ways to demean them, and I have to admit, it does excite me, especially if I don't have a strong man like you around.

"I think each man has a little of both inside himself. The key is balance. The submissive men are too far on one side, and the self-absorbed man is at the other extreme. You are mostly in the middle, leaning slightly toward the narcissistic side, and what I'm doing tonight is using some elements from the other side to move you to where you belong. I'm not here to make you a wimp, because Mara loves you as the strong man you are, but I've got to put a little more wimp into you to center you.

"What I'm going to do now is fist you and milk you. Wait, don't rush off. See, you're so tired and weak now, I can pull you back with one hand. You could hurt yourself out there, so stick around.

"Now, let's get you on your hands and knees. That's it. Just look in front of you and up a little at the dresser. See the flat screen TV. I've hooked it up as a monitor connected to the camera behind you, so you can watch what I do. See the plastic hotel laundry bag that I've spread out on the floor between your legs? That's for your come when it comes out.

"But you won't really come. I'm going to show you -- and Mara through the video -- the ultimate torture for men. It's called milking. There's a way to get the come flowing out of you without letting you have an orgasm. You'll finish and you won't even know why. You'll have absolutely no pleasure from it. Some of my submissive men like it, but you'll hate it so much that it will make for a strong reminder.

"I'm going to start the milking, my little moo cow, with the milkmaid sitting right next to you. My left hand is covered in lube and is now grabbing your dick and pulling it hard. I will be pumping it but not gently. It will hurt at the same time as you're becoming aroused. I'll also move my left hand over to your balls occasionally like this. I'll squeeze them and move them around. I'll be pulling and stretching and letting the sack snap back like a rubber band. That will also be uncomfortable, but it will still be arousing. The idea is that the pleasure gets you ready for milking, but the pain keeps you from coming.

"While I'm doing that, I'm going to stick the index finger of my right hand into your anus full of lube. First it'll go in and out slowly to get your body used to it, and then I'll speed up and add a second finger. I go so fast that my submissive male friends say I'm like human vibrator. Does that feel good? You don't have to say anything. I can tell.

"Some guys like three fingers, like this, but I can already tell that for you that's a finger too far, so the fun part of this lesson is over and we may as well move right to four fingers, like that. They're still going in and out so fast you can barely see them, but you sure can feel them, can't you, Horace? Do you think Mara feels something like his when you're pounding her while she's dry inside. I like your little girlish whining coming out. Don't try to hold back. Just let everything flow. It will make it easier on you.

"Now I'm tucking my thumb behind the fingers and putting all five fingers into you. Get ready, because you know what's next. I hear you getting louder. It's funny, because your high quacky voice makes it sound like you're squealing with joy rather than feeling the most intense pain you've ever felt in your anus.

"I like to continue the vibrator part while I'm starting to push over the second knuckles, but I want to show Mara a variation on the video. That's why I've stopped. Now my hand is into you up to the second knuckle, but the fingers are all squeezed together so it's not too bad -- I know, I know, it feels like it couldn't be worse, but you'll change your mind about that soon.

"Now I'm going to gently push into you. My hand is very large for a woman's -- Mara's will be a lot smaller -- so this will take some time, but it looks great when it happens. Even though you and I can't feel it, your ass muscles are now reacting to my gentle but firm push. First they want to resist it because they think it most likely will stop any second. But when it doesn't stop and keeps pressing in at them, they start scurrying around for a way to accommodate the pressure. Slowly they adjust to it and give a little, so little that we can't even feel it, and it's not enough for me to get anywhere.

"But the soft pressure doesn't let up, and the muscles are getting frantic as they try to absorb the message and deal with it. They give a little more, but it's no good, and now the pain is starting to affect them. So they give a little more, but it's still no good. They keep trying to maintain their rigidity while trying to relieve the pan. Finally, they feel they are getting somewhere. The end of my hand pushing in seems to be ready to move, and that's when you and I first feel the feedback. It will only be a second before it happens, and when the hole finally opens enough, the hand will plunge into the opening quickly and he momentum will keep it going.

"I think we're almost there. Your pretty singing seems to be going up an octave, so I think you feel it too. There! Did you feel it going in all the way to the wrist? I think you did.

"OK, now relax. Normally, at this point with my submissives, I start wiggling fingers, putting a second hand inside and other things, but I think my point about pain awareness has been made. So we're going right to the faux orgasm.

"I'm pulling and twisting your dick and balls harder now with my left hand. They're ready to release even though you're barely aroused. All I've got to do is find the button, your prostate. It's inside your ass. So get ready and see if you can feel when I push it. I know it's not comfortable for you, but it will only take a second or two. I think I found it. Be still for a moment while I massage it. Good.

"Now listen carefully. There, did you hear that sound. You didn't? Well look underneath you. There's a little puddle of come that you just released. The rest of the come is now inside your penis, and I'm going to milk it out of you. I'm squeezing a couple of fingers around the base of your penis, and as I'm pulling down, I'm squeezing even harder. Now you know how a toothpaste tube feels. Look how it's coming out as I squeeze, even though your penis is in tremendous pain. You just came without feeling a thing. Isn't that frustrating? Do you think Mara is frustrated like that when she has to finish you off fast because you're causing her pain?

"Get ready, because there's a little more pain coming. I'm going to show Mara how she can give you an idea of what it's like to give birth. She showed me a photo of your cute daughter and said both of you want more kids, so she'll be going through this again.

"It will be much worse for her, but to give you at least an impression, I'm forming my hand into a fist inside you. Up to now, I've pressed my fingers as tightly together as I could in there, but now I'm making my fist as big as I can. I see you feel it. I think my fist is bigger than yours, Horace, so this should be interesting for you as you watch me in the monitor.

"It will be almost the reverse of when I put my hand into you. I'm going to pull out until the wrist is free, like now. And now I'm going to pull gently but firmly as your body figures out how to give birth to my fist. The widest part of the fist is about to come out. See how your anus is stretching to try to let me out, but it can't. You need a plastic stretching asshole now. Yes, that's it. Were you helping your wife during birth? Try blowing out short breaths, and maybe it will help you deal with the pain. That's the way. But from the look on your face, it's not helping much.

"Wait a second. I think I felt some give from your anal muscles. Yes, I think it's about to pop out. Here it comes. Did you hear that? It sounded like a champagne cork popping. Look at that huge hole. I'm going to pull your cheeks wide apart to keep that hole gaping as long as I can for the cameras. OK, now I'm letting go. Look at how the body works. It's closing up slowly and soon it will be just a little wrinkle again, and nobody will know what was in that asshole just now. But it sure will hurt for a while.

"That was great. Let's see. There's only one more thing to cover. What did Mara write? Oh, here it is:

"'Mindless sex. For me, our lovemaking is an expression of closeness and love as well as pleasure, but most of the time, Horace doesn't seem to know anyone else is there. He rushes through foreplay, and once we begin intercourse, there is no more touching, caressing or any kind of acknowledgement that someone else is there. He's just slamming into me and driving relentlessly toward orgasm without a thought about me.'




Sensitivity Training 01



"That brings us to the joyless intercourse that I promised you earlier, Horace. We've done lots of things so far, but we haven't had sex yet. You are hurting inside your asshole, and I squeezed your penis so hard when I pulled out the come that I rubbed it red and raw. I also squeezed your balls until they're now painfully tender. But men are resilient, or at least their equipment is. Watch this!"

She got on the bed and moved to where he had collapsed after she pulled her fist out. She quickly rolled him over, bent over his crotch, and sucked his limp penis in like a piece of spaghetti. It took maybe a minute before she lifted her head and shouted out, "Ta da! Look at that! Hard as a rock. Now let's have some sex."

She got on top of him and guided his engorged member into her. He felt her enveloping him, and it felt comforting. He wasn't excited, although someone forgot to tell his tool, but her vagina was soothing at first as she began moving up and down on him. It didn't do anything for him, but he could tell from her face that she was enjoying it.

Gradually, she increased the pace. She put herself into a position where she was pressing her large soft breasts against his chest and her face was inches from his. But her entire back section seemed to be independent of her upper body. It was moving up and down on him faster and faster. Though she was moist inside, his penis was so tender from the milking that the friction was hurting him.

Then she started slamming her ass on top of his thighs as hard as she could. When she came down on him, it began to hurt his thighs. He felt like she was hitting his thighs with a baseball bat and putting bruises on top of bruises. He was going to be black and blue. He thought about Mara's complaints and felt badly for her but in that moment he felt even more badly for himself. It certainly did hurt to have a huge weight pounding your body.

Diana was slamming harder and harder onto him, and he heard her breathing become irregular. She was really turned on. Thinking about this somehow aroused him. He felt the familiar urgency rising. He couldn't believe it, but he was going to come.

Then she seemed to stop in mid-air before she slammed down hard. She repeated this three more times rapidly before she collapsed onto him. She had come hard multiple times, and he was almost there, too. He started to thrust into her from underneath her, but she lifted her head, looked at him and then got off him.

"No," he screamed in his funny voice. "I'm just about to come. Don't stop now. Please!"

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" said Diana. "I think I had nine orgasms. I was hoping for an ending like this, but I couldn't control it. Do you think the frustration you're feeling now is anything like what Mara experiences after you roll off her and leave her unsatisfied because she's hurting so bad that she faked her orgasm?"

He began crying.

"That's it, Horace. It's crying time. Let the tears flow. Maybe they'll wash away all the selfishness that prevents you from giving Mara the best of your love. I've turned off the cameras and I'm dimming the lights. This production is a wrap. It's time for you get dressed and hit the road.

"I told Mara to welcome you back but not let herself get thrown off track by your pain and humiliation. I know she really loves you a lot, and maybe you can talk her into getting you off.

"Here. Don't forget to zip up. And let me fix these buttons. They're all in the wrong holes. We don't want other guests to start imagining things about that loving couple, the big guy and his tiny wife, do we? There, I think you're presentable. I don't think you ever want to see me again, but I want to end this with a shot of honesty.

"Yes, I did enjoy humiliating you because you're the first man I've done these things to who didn't get off on them. Yes, I think you're a great guy, and compared to most men, your faults are really nothing. Yes, I think your wife is terrific and you have a great marriage with her. And yes, I hope the anger and hatred that you feel toward me right now -- and I'm sensitive enough that it does hurt me -- is just the price I'm paying to make that great marriage even stronger. Goodbye."

He tried to find his room key, but he couldn't. He leaned against the door and knocked on it. When it opened, he fell into the room and lay on the floor. He heard Mara gasp and felt her move his feet out of the doorway so she could shut the door. When she started dragging him toward the bed, he realized she might hurt herself, so he got up and walked a few steps before he fell on the mattress.

She gently undressed him without saying anything while he stared at her face. He saw a gleam in her eye and caught glimpses of a smile that sneaked furtively onto her face for a split second before disappearing. When he was naked, she got up and slowly removed her clothes and then lay down beside him and began to stroke his penis.

"You went through with the whole thing, Horace," she said in an excited voice. "I'm so happy. You did it for me. Oh, does that hurt, I'm sorry. I'll try to be gentle." She shifted her hand to his inner thighs and lightly stroked her fingers up to his testicles and down again. It felt soothing, and he sighed.

"Oh, you like that," she said. "Good. I'm so proud of you. I know Rome wasn't built in a day, but I think tonight is the start of the best years of our lives, at least in bed. I'm so grateful to you for taking Diana's seminar, and we have to buy a nice gift for her. She wouldn't take money.

"I'm sorry you had to go through everything you went through tonight, but I'm going to try as hard as I can to make you realize that it was worth it. Let's try something right now."

He was just thinking, why doesn't she just shut up and let me sleep when he felt her mouth on his limp tool. She sucked it gently at first and then with more power and then lifted her head up. "Diana gave me some pointers on technique," she said and laughed. She put her head down and sucked him in again. This time he felt her moist hot tongue playing around the tip. It was barely touching him, like a soft breeze, and he felt no pain. His tool began stirring. She lifted her head up.

"I see we have some action down here. I know that you're probably tender right now, but I'm going to see if I can give you a nice present without hurting you. Is that OK?" He nodded his head without saying anything.

"I can't wait to see the video. Diana told me she was introducing you to some things that I might like, and she told me a little about one of them and how to prepare. So while you were gone, I did something unusual. I cleaned myself out really well inside, if you know what I mean, and I perfumed myself inside and out with a mild flowery fragance so when your nose and tongue are in there, you'll feel like you're in a garden."

As she said this, she spread her legs and reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart. It looked like she had shampooed the hair in her crack, because it was all soft and feathery. The smell was refreshing, not disgusting like Diana's. Mara lowered her anus over his mouth and he felt her pushing her bud open. She stopped talking and put her mouth on him again and began caressing him with her warm moist tongue.

He stuck his tongue out and touched the open wrinkle and then pushed inside it. Her head shot up, and he heard her gasp, and then it went down and her mouth enveloped him again. She was using only her mouth now, and her hands were still holding her cheeks wide apart as she pushed onto his tongue. Her crack wasn't as big as Diana's, but when she let the cheeks go, his head was deeply buried between them.

He felt one of her hands going to her vagina and starting to work there as she continued to suck and caress his tool with only her mouth. He was getting hard again and the orgasm that that Diana had ruined seemed in to be coming again. But now there was no hurry. All of this felt so good, even Mara's ass muscles that were starting to spasm around his tongue as her excitement grew. He was going to come hard into her mouth, he thought, and she was welcoming it.

Mara was thinking her own thoughts. When she felt his tongue touching the entrance to her anus, she felt like she was losing her mind from excitement. Diana had told her he might be ready for this, but she didn't believe her. He had never done anything so extreme for her, not even before they were married. Diana has really changed everything in just two hours, she thought.

Mara had enjoyed daydreaming and fantasizing about sex since she was a teenager. She had never shared her fantasies with Horace, because many of them involved things that might make him uncomfortable. Some of the best came to her on the nights she was frustrated by his lovemaking. They were angry fantasies that involved him doing degrading things like what he was doing now.

She knew that thanks to Diana, she was going to be able to try out some of her fantasies with him, and it made her so excited that she sucked even harder on Horace, causing a huge sigh of pleasure that she heard clearly from behind her. Diana's seminar would help her get him more in tune with her. Already, he was much more malleable than he had ever been. She still couldn't believe what he was doing in her anus.

Yes, their marriage was entering a new phase. And she wouldn't be selfish. If he was willing to submit to some of her domination and humiliation fantasies, she was willing to do the same for him. She was even excited thinking about what he might want her to do. She was eager to prove how much she loved him.

As she got more excited by these thoughts, by her fingers fluttering over her clitoris, by the tongue invading her anus and even by his penis in her mouth that was starting to thrust into her, she told herself to focus. She felt a big orgasm coming on. Maybe if she concentrated, despite all the distractions, she could make them even more exciting by timing them with his.



Sensitivity Training 02



Many thanks to Kitty Pain for first editing and improving this story.

Thanks to Buria for cleaning up grammar, punctuation and spelling. 

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Slap!

The sound echoed like a gunshot in the mall concourse, and heads snapped around to see where it was coming from.

George turned his head toward a store window to hide the bright red impression of his wife's hand on his cheek. The rest of his face was a different shade of red -- from embarrassment. His wife said nothing, but she was glowering. He walked quickly -- as she tried to keep up -- to the intersection of the next concourse and then to the parking lot. She followed him silently, but once they were outside, she began screaming.

"You are the most disgusting man on Earth," Louise yelled. "Right in front of me you were undressing that girl with your eyes, and your head kept following her like a guided missile. Everyone was looking at me with pity. How humiliating! You're a dog in heat with only one thing on your mind! This is the last straw. I won't put up with it anymore."

"Have a seat, George and Louise," said Dr. Selkirk. She was tall and good looking, and their age, in her mid-30s. "I hope I can be of assistance."

"I hope so, too," said Louise. "George is totally out of control, and I can't go on like this."

"What do you say, George?" asked Dr. Selkirk.

"I don't really understand what she's so angry about," he said, "we're happily married -- eight years now. I love Louise and our daughter very much."

"Tell her about your roving eye, George!" Louise said, raising her voice.

"Yes, tell me," said Dr. Selkirk.

"Well, Louise gets upset whenever I look at another woman while she's with me," he said. "She says I'm humiliating her. I don't know why I do it. It just happens."

"And what do you say to these women?" the psychologist asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I never go up to them."

"Are you telling me, you've never touched one or talked to one?"

"Yes," he said. "Usually they're on the other side of the room when I spot them. Sometimes they get closer, but usually they don't."

"Tell me, George, have you ever told Louise about your affair?" asked Dr. Selkirk.

"What affair?"

"You've had more than one?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I've never cheated on Louise."

"You mean to tell me, when Louise isn't there, you've never approached any of these women and had sex with them?" asked the doctor. "You know that's the real reason why Louise is angry. She sees that you want variety and realizes what you're doing when she's not around.

"It doesn't mean you don't love her. Maybe the reason you let her see you looking at women is because you feel guilty and want her to catch you."

"Doctor, I'm sorry, but you've got it wrong," said George. "I would never cheat on Louise with any woman I've looked at -- or any other woman for that matter. I've never even thought of it. Well, maybe the thought crosses my mind for a second when I see some sexy woman, but I would never follow through. Ask Louise."

"Louise, when did you first suspect your husband of cheating?" Dr. Selkirk asked, turning to her.

"No, doctor, that's not what this is all about," Louise stuttered. "I'm sure he doesn't cheat, but you heard him admit what he does. How do you think I feel when we're in public and his eyes are all over the place, everywhere except on me? When he sees some good looking woman, it's almost like his tongue is hanging out, the way he looks at her. For me, that's as bad as cheating. It's disrespectful, demeaning, and disgusting. I can't take it anymore!"

"Now Louise, I want to be sure I get this straight," said Dr. Selkirk. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Please answer with the first thing that comes into your mind. Has George ever cheated on you?"

"No."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever suspect him of cheating?"

"No."

"How is your sex life?"

"Great."

"Do you work?"

"No, I take care of our daughter."

"Is George a good provider?"

"Yes."

"Does he ever abuse you physically or mentally?"

"Well when he looks at other women, that's mental abuse, isn't it?"

"Other than that?"

"No."

"Is he a good father?"

"Yes."

"Last question. Why can't you admit to yourself that you are really afraid he's having an affair?"

"Because I don't think he would do that to me and our daughter. He's not that kind of man, even though he is disgusting."

At this, Dr. Selkirk stopped leaning forward with her eyes lasered on Louise and leaned back in her chair.

"Why are you and George here, Louise?" she asked. "What do you want me to do for you?"

"I heard about you. I heard that you are an expert in behavior modification. I want you to change George's behavior."

"What does George have to say about this. George?"

"I think it's a waste of money. Louise is making a big thing out of nothing, but I agreed to come along and listen to you because I hoped it would calm her down."

"I see," said Dr. Selkirk. "I think I understand both of you now, and I'm going to take care of your problem. We still have 15 minutes left on this appointment, and that should be enough if you listen carefully. Is that all right with both of you?"

"Yes," they said in unison.

"Louise, the reason George ogles girls is because he's a man and that's just what men do. Women may think it's disgusting, but women are from Venus and men are from Mars. You were attracted to him and then married him because he was a man. A perfect man would still do what George is doing, but he might hide it better. You're upset because George is too transparent.

"I help men and women who want to change sex, who want to come out of the closet, who are transgender or whose sex life is confused and conflicted in other ways. I don't think George needs to be modified. It would be a waste of money to change George's behavior." She began to get up.

"Wait a minute, doctor," said Louise. "We've paid for 12 more minutes, and I'm willing to pay for another hour if I need to. I don't care why George is doing what he's doing. I just want you to modify him so he stops. You don't need to turn him into a woman or anything else. Just get rid of that disgusting habit."

"What does George say?"

"I think she's throwing out her money, but it's money her mother gave her that I have no say over. So I agreed."

"George, if I modified you, you wouldn't care, because I'd make sure you were happy in your new behavior pattern," Dr. Selkirk said. She turned to Louise.

"But you're asking for trouble, Louise. You have a strong, masculine husband whom you look up to, who's a good father and who's the man of the house. And you like that. Is that right?"

"Yes," said Louise.

"So the only thing this is all about is George's wandering eye, as you put it."

"Yes."

"It's not so simple, Louise. That behavior is deeply ingrained in George's DNA. It's been in men for thousands of years. To get rid of that simple annoying habit requires massive reorientation, and you may not like the way George turns out.

"He may no longer be your strong manly rock. He may become like some women who are insecure and doubt themselves. They are always trying to please everyone because they are worried about what people think of them. Is that the kind of man you want, Louise?"

"I don't see things like you do, doctor," said Louise. "What's wrong if George tries harder to please me? Or if he's concerned for a change about what people think or has some doubts. He's always barging ahead because he's so sure of himself. Sometimes that gets him into trouble."

"What do you say, George?"

"Are you going to brainwash me, doctor?" he asked.

"No. You will still be George and you'll still go to work like you do now and love your family and get along with your friends. But there will be real differences in your character, and your friends are sure to notice, and maybe even your boss. Some of them may like the changes, but some may not. I'll try to make sure the sex between you and Louise is still good, but even that may be affected. I think it's a big mistake for you to do this."

"You heard her, George," said Louise, "You'll still be the same, but different in some ways, is what I heard. That's what I've wanted from the beginning. That's what you agreed to. Tell her, George."

"Yes, she's right, I guess," he said.

"Well, I still think she's wrong," said Dr. Selkirk. "I don't know what you've heard about me, but I've been doing behavior modification for nearly 10 years, and I've had a couple of similar cases, and both backfired. If you're insistent, I'll give you something else to think about.

"I charge $10,000 for this, plus you both have to sign off on following my directions to the letter, or I keep the money and stop the modification. In addition, you have to sign all kinds of releases that you take full responsibility should something go wrong." She paused for a moment in contemplation.

"I'm telling you, Louise, I'm almost sure that you're going to be back in my office asking me to reverse George's modification. I've had a couple of similar cases, and not only is that difficult to do, but even if I succeed, he will never be the same as before. Also it involves another set of treatments.

"The two women gave me a lot of grief about paying for the reversal. I won both court cases, but it wasted a lot of my time.

"So if you want me to do this, you will have to pay me an extra $10,000 for reversing George. It will be held in escrow for two years. If you haven't asked for a reversal by then, it will be returned to you."

"That's crazy," exclaimed Louise. "You get to keep our money two years for doing nothing!"

"As I said, you've got a lot to think about, Louise and George. To encourage you to give up this idea, I won't charge you for this consultation if you don't come back. Please don't hesitate to consult another behavior modification psychologist. Maybe you'll get a better deal. Time is up for our appointment. It was nice meeting you. Goodbye." She got up, walked to the door and opened it for them.

"Before we start the first treatment, I want both of you to know what I'm doing," said Dr. Selkirk, "Most of it is no mystery. It's simple sensitivity training. I'm going to sensitize George as to what it's like being a woman. When he can feel that, he will understand how a woman feels when her man leers at other women in her presence."

It was a month later in Dr. Selkirk's office, after all the papers had been signed and the money paid.

"That's exactly what I want," said Louise.

"I know," said Dr. Selkirk, "but this is the last time I'm warning you that you may not want some of the things that come with it. Now let me continue.

"We're not going to turn you into a woman, George, or into a gay man. Louise is going to be involved and participate with you in all your treatments. There's going to be home work. One of her assignments will be to have frequent sex with you as an antidote to some of the strong poisons I'll be administering.

"The idea is to make sure you still realize you're a married husband and father and get all the sex you need from your wife in the marriage bed, even while you're exploring your feminine side.

"Now I'd like you both to follow me into the dressing room for our first session. As you can see, we have top brand name cosmetics here and the mirrors and lighting of an expensive salon. Over on that rack and in these drawers are clothing and underwear. All of it fits George, but the two of you will pick out what you like.

"This is Mirabelle, who will help you today, first with the clothing and then with the makeup. She's going to teach George to apply it himself, but she can't do that in one day, so Louise is going to learn at the same time. You'll be going home with creams and makeup, and Louise will have to take over from there. No matter how bad it looks at first, you need to let George do it himself, with your coaching and instruction. Eventually, he'll get the hang of it.

"As for the clothes, from now on, whenever the two of you are home alone, George will be wearing women's clothes. He's going to shave his entire body. I want his genitals to be especially smooth and without a trace of stubble, front and back. I know you told me that Louise is natural and George likes that, but this is to make George conscious and sensitive about those areas all day long.

"If your child were older, this would be a problem, but she's only 2, and the treatment will be finished in less than a year, so it's not going to harm her.

"The clothing is starting out as sensible and loose fitting, but when Louise shops, she'll gradually introduce clothes that are tighter and sexier. She may have to buy George a girdle. She'll get George some large bras appropriate for his stature and fill them with the latest breast imitation substance. She'll teach him how to walk in heels. Gradually, I want him to look like a slut whenever the two of you are at home. Eventually, you will incorporate his new look into your sex lives.

"Some of the clothing hanging there is lingerie. It's the sheerest sexiest lingerie in George's size. Each night, after your child is in bed, George will change into one of the negligees and put on nothing beneath it and remain in it until he goes to bed. I want it to flow around him and rub him so he's continually being aroused while wearing it, even if he doesn't have sex. He'll do homework from the office, wash the dishes, do everything while wearing it. If your child is with the grandparents for the day or overnight, as soon as she leaves, he will change into a negligee and stay in it until he puts on a slutty outfit and his makeup.

"No one else but you is permitted to see him in the women's clothes at first, Louise, but eventually, when we both think he's adjusted to the clothing and heels and can put on the makeup by himself, he can meet people in his women's clothes.

"Don't worry, George, nobody who knows you will ever see you, but if you're home with Louise and the doorbell rings, you'll check to see who's in front, and if it's a salesman, missionary or any other stranger, you'll answer. Louise will be watching to see how you do as a woman, give you tips and report back to me. You will never open the door for anyone in your slut clothing unless she's home, because that could be dangerous.

"When you walk out the door of your house, George, you will be all man again. No women's underwear beneath your suit. No makeup. You'll be the same George at the office that you've always been. Eventually as you drive to work, you're going to have to psych yourself up to be aggressive and assertive. It's the same thing women in business have to do every day, because for many of them, it's against their nature. I don't want anyone in the office to suspect what's going on at home.

"There's one more homework assignment that will start today. Louise will still do the cooking and cleaning up after dinner on weekdays. But you'll begin helping her, and on weekends when your daughter's visiting grandparents, you'll take over and do everything in your negligee. The cooking, the washing, the housecleaning, everything will be done by you on those weekends. I know the two of you already split the chores, but I want George to experience the feeling of being the woman who has to do it all.

"I think that's enough for this first session. When I see you in two weeks, we'll begin some more treatments. Are there any questions? George?"

"I don't know about this," he said. "I didn't realize--"

"George," said Louise sharply, "we've been through all this at home. We talked about Dr. Selkirk's warning that this was not going to be easy."

"George and Louise, I still feel you shouldn't be doing this," said Dr. Selkirk, "and any time you want to stop, I will stop. You won't get back the first $10,000 you paid, but I will return the escrow money. Would you like me to do that right now?"

George looked at her, and then he looked at Louise, who was glaring at him. "No," he said. "I guess I'll go through with it."

"That sounds very tentative to me, George," said Dr. Selkirk, "I've been thinking. If you don't cancel before then, I'm going to have some more papers for you to sign at our next session. If you or Louise hesitate or resist any of the treatments I explain, I will have the right to end this at my discretion."

"Wait a second," said Louise. "You can't do that legally now that the papers are signed. This is new for George and me, and it's natural that one of us might be reluctant at times."

"Oh yes, I can do that," said Dr. Selkirk. "If you look at our agreement, it says I can change any conditions I want for the first three weeks, as long as I offer to refund all your money if you don't agree to them. If you don't agree to the new conditions next time, I'll draw out a check for $20,000 and you'll be on your way. Or else you'll handle all your disagreements at home. When you are with me, I want unquestioned obedience from now on. Is that understood?"

"Yes, I guess so," said Louise looking over at George who was silent.

"George?" asked Dr. Selkirk.

"Yes," he muttered.

"OK, that settles it," said Dr. Selkirk. "I'm leaving you with Mirabelle now, and I've blocked out three hours in the dressing room for you. I don't think you'll need that long. I'll see you in two weeks."

"Please sit down, Louise," said Dr. Selkirk, "George, I want you to take off your clothes and stand over there where I have those lights. By the way, we're making a video of all the therapy sessions starting today. There are cameras embedded in the walls of this room to film us from every angle. You'll get copies of the videos before you leave to review at home."

"OK, I'm coming over to inspect you George. I'll be using my hands and fingers to feel all over your body like this, and I'll also use my eyes. I'm moving your testicles around now so I can see everything. Now bend over and spread your cheeks. OK. Thank you, George. Now you can put on the robe hanging there and join Louise and me."

"Louise, I'm not satisfied with George's hygiene. There is lots of stubble on his body, and you haven't touched the hair between his buttocks. I'm not going to tell you how to do it, but George needs to be as smooth as a billiard ball next time you come. Maybe you can get some suggestions from a beautician. They're used to dealing with stubborn follicles. One way or another, you two need to follow through on this."

"Now let's go over your homework. Like the clothing and grooming, this will continue to the end of the treatment. Starting today, when you go home, George, you will never ask Louise for sex again, not straight out, not suggestively, not with any movements or nods or winks or anything. She will be the initiator from now on."

"If you want sex, you must learn to manipulate Louise into approaching you and doing the asking, nodding and winking. If she does, you can imply that maybe you would be agreeable, but never that you really want her badly. You're not going to understand the difference all at once, but I want you both to work on it, and Louise, you know how to coach him in the right techniques."

"When the two of you do have sex from now on, it will still be man-woman sex, except with some restrictions. George will always be on his back on the bottom, and Louise will ride him on top. She can face him or face the other way, but she will be doing all the moving, and he will always be passive."

"Also, no more oral sex for you George. But each session will begin with you eating out Louise. She's going to be talking to you while you're eating her, instructing you on everything she wants. Maybe she'd like you to lick all over her pubic hair first or rub your face all over it. Maybe she'd like you to lick the inside of her thighs. Maybe there's a certain movement of your tongue inside her vagina that really makes her feel good, or maybe she wants you to get right to her clitoris.




Sensitivity Training 02



"Whatever she tells you, you will do, until she has at least one orgasm. Maybe you do so well that she has many orgasms and she's satisfied for the night but you're hard as a rock. You'll just have to go in the bathroom and relieve yourself or find another way to deal with it. That's what women have to do.

"On the other hand, whenever Louise wants sex, you must be ready to give it to her. I'll show the two of you some techniques that can get George aroused even if he's totally disinterested. I don't want you to use pills. He may not be comfortable when he's lying there and Louise is riding him to her climax, but he'll have to endure it. Sometimes he may not be able to come. Louise will try to help him come with the techniques we show her, but if they don't work and the hand in the bathroom doesn't work, it doesn't matter. He'll just be more ready to come the next time.

"There's one other thing I want you to start doing at least three times a week as part of your foreplay. I want Louise to sit on your face with her anus, George. Actually, Louise, you won't sit on him. You'll prop up his head with pillows while he's on his back, and then you'll get into the 69 position on top of him and move back until your anus is above his face. Then you'll reach back and pull your cheeks wide apart and lower them as he sticks out his tongue.

"When you feel his tongue, you'll stop and hold that position, Louise, and he'll start licking between your cheeks. Make sure you feel his tongue licking across your anus as he does that.

"After a little of that, you will push your anal muscles out. This will open you up, and George will insert his tongue. You will push back so his tongue can go in deeper. I want his face buried inside your buttocks and his tongue deep in your anus. But be careful. If it seems like you're smothering him, lift up just a little and free his nose so he can breathe.

"Once you've got his tongue and face as deep inside you as you can, you will use your hand in front to stroke yourself to orgasm. I want him to feel your anus spasming around his tongue as you come.

"This may be new and uncomfortable for both of you at first, but it's a form of humiliation for George that will help move him further along on the program. You will probably be worried about hygiene, Louise, so feel free to clean yourself out with enemas and use perfume if you want. After a few weeks, you don't need to bother anymore. Your natural smells and flavors will be another level of humiliation for him.

"That's all the homework this time. Today, you're going to spend the next two hours here in our projection room. There are some big, comfortable padded loveseats in the room. Pick one of them, and then you'll be watching special porn videos together.

"George will be naked under his robe, Louise, but you will stay fully dressed. While you're both watching the videos, you will be stroking his penis with lube on your hand.

"There are two kinds of porn that will alternate in a shuffle. There might be three of one kind followed by two of another kind followed by one, followed by four. There is no pattern. Louise will be stroking the same way through all of them.

"One kind features sex that's demeaning to women. A lot of it will be anal sex, but even during vaginal sex, the men will be slapping, pinching, squeezing, pulling and spitting. And the sex will be hard and rough.

"As George watches this, he will begin to respond to Louise's stroking. When he does, his aroused penis will trigger a small dose of electricity through the wires inside the apparatus that will be attached to his testicles. It won't be a big shock, just enough to stop the pleasure, and his penis will wilt. Maybe it will take two jolts at first.

"Louise, you will never stop working him, even when he goes soft. Your job will be to get him hard again as quickly as you can. You can use your second hand to caress his balls, and sometimes it also works to squeeze and manipulate them. You'll soon find out whatever gets the best response from George.

"The other thing you can do is dip a finger into some lube and insert it into his anus and work it in and out. That usually does the trick and will arouse him quickly.

"The second kind of porn will partly be women's romantic porn -- lots of kissing and caressing and beautiful sets and scenery, with beautiful men and women in beautiful costumes. Or it will be male subservient videos. Women will be humiliating men, doing things like fisting, milking, spanking, caning, slapping and forcing the man to do disgusting things.

"At first, George will probably not react much to the second kind. But the more jolts he gets when he reacts to the male porn, the more he will become frustrated, and with the help of your manipulations, Louise, he'll finally stay hard through the second kind of porn.

"Your goal is to get him to come while watching the female porn and the male submission porn. After he does, there will be a brief rest, and then the process will start again. I'd like you to eventually get him off at least three times each session while he's watching the female and submission porn.

"From now on, at each of our two-week sessions, you'll begin with 45 minutes of porn doing the same thing, and we'll mark your progress. Once he's automatically wilting whenever male porn comes on and automatically getting hard with the other kinds, we'll cut back to maybe just a half-hour checkup once a month. OK, the screening room is ready. See you in two weeks."

At the next appointment, Dr. Selkirk told them all was going well. George was still not getting turned on by the female videos, but he was starting to get turned off by the male videos. Louise told the psychologist that George was still squeamish about eating out her unwashed ass, but Dr. Selkirk said that was OK, and he might never be comfortable with it. As long as he submitted, their goal was achieved.

When Louise reported that he was starting to get the hang of makeup and wearing women's clothes, Dr. Selkirk said, "Good. I think it's time for him to solo. Here's what you will do for the next two weeks.

"If George doesn't bring home work from the office, you'll get a baby sitter and the two of you will go out for dinner together, with George dressed as your woman friend. He'll go into the garage before the sitter comes -- she has to be a sitter who drives -- and he'll squat down in the passenger seat while you drive, Louise. You're going to drive to a part of town where you would normally never go. It doesn't matter where, just as long as you don't know anyone in that neighborhood.

"As soon as you get to such an area, George can sit up, and then it will be two women friends having dinner together. You'll even go to the bathroom together, so George can get used to that, and you'll touch up at the mirror together.

"George, from now on, when your child goes to bed and you put on the negligee, I want you to start talking a couple of octaves higher in a breathy voice. Do it the rest of the evening. Don't practice any other time, because I don't want any accidents at the office, but I want you to converse with Louise at least a half-hour every night in your new voice, and when you go out for your ladies dinner, that's the voice you'll use.

"If you can, try to see if you can get your parents to take the child at least one day over the next two weekends. Then George will squat down while Louise drives to a shopping center in a part of town where none of your friends ever go. You'll do mostly window shopping together, but I want you to start taking some chances.

"You're going to go into a department store for George to try on some clothes in the women's dressing rooms. You'll be helping him and watching out for him, Louise. If you can manage to get him into a sexy lingerie shop and try some stuff on him there, you get an A on the assignment and you can go home. By the way, I haven't asked you lately how you and George are dealing with all of this, Louise."

"Well, it's funny," she said. "He's cooperative but not that happy. But all this strange stuff is really turning me on for some reason. At first when I heard him sound like he was about to throw up when he ate out my ass, I felt like throwing up, too. But now when he does that, I'm bringing myself to huge orgasms. When I'm on top and riding him, I'm so excited that it turns him on and he and I both come hard, usually together. And the techniques you showed me for arousing him when he's not interested not only work on him, but when they excite him, they get me all turned on.

"When he puts on those flimsy negligees and I look at his hairless body through it, I find myself going wild and jumping him, and he seems to be happy with my aggressive sex. And when I'm watching him cleaning up in his slutty outfits in high heels and sexy nylons with garter belts, I have to control myself to keep from interrupting him and dragging him off to the bedroom."

"Good," said Dr. Selkirk. "I want you to continue with everything for the next four weeks until I see you again. But you'll be coming here more often, once every week, for the porn and electricity sessions, because those aren't progressing as rapidly as I want. You've got a real man, Louise, and it's tough to break him. But I'm sure that he will be fine by the time I see you again.

Four weeks later, they were back, and all the reports were good. "George," said Dr. Selkirk, "Today, Louise and I would normally talk about your final exam. It would be more painful, disgusting and humiliating than anything you've done so far.

"Luckily, for you, this exam is not needed, so we can dispense with it. You're pretty much conditioned already, and even though the final exam is included in my fee, it's not necessary. So I'll make a financial adjustment."

"Wait," said Louise, "George is committed to seeing this through, aren't you, George, honey?" she said.

"Yes dear," said George in a quiet voice.

"I noticed your regular voice has gone up a little in pitch, George," said Dr. Selkirk. "If that has become natural for you now, you're going to have to practice on your lower voice so you don't use the higher voice at the office. From your response right now, I can tell you're definitely finished. You're modified as much as I can modify you. There is no point in your taking the final exam."

"But he agrees to take it," said Louise.

"I know," said Dr. Selkirk, "but it won't make any difference. He's already what you want. When you are out with him, does he ever look at another woman?"

"No."

"I bet you've tested him, haven't you, Louise. You've seen a stunning young lady and steered him to where he can't help noticing. Has he stared or done anything to embarrass you?"

"No."

"So you see I'm right. You're finished. You don't need to pile up more humiliation -- and some real pain, too. Why would you want that?"

"Because we paid for that, Dr. Selkirk. You just admitted it was part of the treatment that we contracted for."

"I feel sorry for you, Louise," said Dr. Selkirk. "I see what's going on. Your eyes give it away. You are excited just thinking about watching George being humiliated beyond what you've already done. This has modified George, but I think it's modified you, too, and not in a good way.

"George, this final exam will really be excruciating for you, and to make it harder, it's almost a total surprise. Once it starts, you won't be able to back out, so you would have to make up your mind right now whether you want to endure it. Do you really want to go through with this?"

"Answer her, George," said Louise in an angry voice.

"OK," he said quietly.

"All right," said Dr. Selkirk. "Now please go to the waiting room, George, and shut the door behind you. Your wife and I are going to discuss the final exam."

When he had left, Louise turned to Dr. Selkirk. Her eyes were blazing. "Please go ahead, Dr. Selkirk," she said quickly. She could barely sit still from excitement.

"It's not pretty," said Dr. Selkirk with a sigh. "The final exam is rape. Every woman is afraid of rape. Unlike a man, they must constantly be aware of being alone in a parking garage or on deserted street. They can never let their guard down. The only way a man can ever know what this is like is for him to be raped by a stranger.

"I'm going to be with you for this one, and I will be monitoring what is happening. If I think George is in danger, I will take over. I have a permit for a concealed weapon, and I will do whatever it takes to prevent him from being hurt."

"This is necessary because, George is going to play it as a woman all the way. There are some men who want to have sex with she-males, men who pretend to be women using prosthetics and surgery. But George won't let on what he really is. And we'll have to arrange it so the man never finds out, because some men go into a violent rage when they discover they've been tricked.

"I'll make the arrangements and call you within the next two weeks. Meanwhile, I want you to start paying more attention to George's anus while you're making love. Work on getting more fingers into him. Use plenty of lube so he doesn't get hurt. See if you can get him to accept a vibrator up there, but don't turn it on. Do you understand?"

Louise was squirming on her chair, and her face was red. "Yes, Dr. Selkirk," she said in a raspy tone.

They were in the car on the way to the bar chosen by Dr. Selkirk, and Louise was going over everything in her mind. How did she ever manage to get George sitting there next to her in a slutty outfit that made it look like he had breasts?

Her own breasts overflowed the halter top she was wearing. George looked plenty slutty, but Dr. Selkirk had felt Louise might have to bait and switch. Louise would be the bait and then she'd switch the man to George. She had dropped their daughter off to spend the night with grandparents earlier while wearing sweats. What would her parents think if they could see the two of them now?

How had she managed to flush George out twice with enemas and then fill him until his stomach bulged with greasy lubricant? George was so docile now that he agreed to everything she wanted.

He was sitting there content to be with her. He had no idea what was ahead of him tonight. But he was still enough of a man that he might be a quivering pile of jelly when it was over. She felt sorry for him but also incredibly excited at the same time. She would make it up to him, she told herself, because she loved him, especially now that he was just the way she wanted him.

She pulled into the lot. The bar was on the outskirts of town, and she had never been in the neighborhood before, but it looked like a blue collar area. She heard country music as she and George walked toward the entrance, and then from the side, she saw Dr. Selkirk walking toward them, looking grim. She saw the tall doctor was also dressed in slutty clothes and looked pretty hot, despite her serious expression.

When they sat down at a table not far from the small dance floor, they became the center of attention. There were some other good looking women there, but nobody who looked as good as Louise or Dr. Selkirk, and soon all kinds of men were making their way to the table to look them over. The bolder ones started conversations, and if they didn't look too disgusting, they were invited to sit down. There was even one who was polite and seemed to have some brains, but he was discarded quickly. They weren't looking for nice guys.

George went to the ladies room right after they arrived without even looking at the men's room. He looked relieved when he got back. "That lubricant was threatening to explode," he said. "I made it just in time."

"I hope there's plenty left in there," said Dr. Selkirk into Louise's ear.

George started drinking beers. In between drinking, he just looked down at his beer and didn't say anything. Louise wondered if he was getting an idea about what was going on.

A man sat down who didn't look very nice. He was massive, with a stubbly beard and heavy boots, and he spread his legs wide apart once he took his seat, displaying a large bulge at his crotch. Louise asked George to switch places with her, so she was sitting next to the man, and George was at the other end of the table. He wasn't able to hear anything there because of the loud music.

"Hey cowboy," she yelled into the man's ear. "What have you stuffed into your pants? It looks you've got a lot of bandanas down there. "

"Nope," he said. "It's just my pet snake."

"I don't believe you," she said. "That's too big for a snake."

"It's actually sleeping right now," he said. "When it wakes up, it's twice as big. I don't think you can get your hands all the way around it. Some women like to play with it, but I tell them to be careful, because it bites."

"What's your name, cowboy?"

"Brent," he said. "What's yours?"

"Louise, and this here's Georgie, and she's Dr. Selkirk."

"A doctor," he said. "She's sure some hot looking doctor. It looks like the three of you are out hunting snake tonight."

"Actually, only one of us is, and that's Georgie. What do you think of her?"

"All right. Not as hot as you, though."

"Well, I'm not available, so forget about me, Brent. We're just along to help."

"What do you mean help?"

"Well Georgie has never met the type of snake that's a bottom dweller, if you know what I mean. We've told her she's got to experience it, but she's scared, and so we're along to make sure everything goes OK for her first time. She's leaving it up to us to select the snake, and Dr. Selkirk and I don't want any little fake snake made out of rags. We want to make sure she feels it all the way up to her throat, if you know what I mean."

"I think I've got what you're looking for," said Brent."

"Prove it," said Louise.

"You're going to have to follow me to the men's room," he said.

"OK, but no monkey business," she said. "You go ahead right now, and I'll give you a few minutes to wake up your snake. Hide him in one of the stalls and make sure I can see your boots under the door. I'm going to come in quickly, open the door, check you out and be out of there in a flash before any of the other cowboys get any ideas. Got it?"

"I think you've done this before," said Brent. "After I do Georgie, would you like some snake, too? My snake can rattle all night long."

"Maybe," said Louise. "Now get going to the john. If you're Mr. Right, we're leaving right away."

When she swung open the door to the stall, her jaw dropped. She quickly ran out of the bathroom giggling as the men there laughed at her. "I've found him," she said to Dr. Selkirk when she got back to the table. "Let's pay up and go."

Brent followed them into the parking lot. "Follow us," she told Brent. "We're doing a three-car convoy."

"Say, this better not be some kind of trick," Brent said. "I get real upset if someone tries to put something over on me, and I've kicked in plenty of teeth."

Louise shivered, but she stayed in character. She walked over to him and spoke quietly. "I'm not going to make Georgie more nervous by talking about this in front of her," she said. "If you don't want a virgin ass tonight, just go back in there. We're not hookers and we're not cops, but you can do what you want."

Brent didn't back down, and soon three cars were driving through darkened streets to a loft apartment that Dr. Selkirk rented when she needed a studio for making videos. Louise had insisted that tonight's final exam be well lighted and recorded by the multiple cameras on tripods around the bed.

Brent questioned the cameras, but Louise told him they were making a souvenir of the night for Georgie and them. She might even give him a copy of the video. It worked to reassure Brent.




Sensitivity Training 02



"Now Brent, we're here for what we're calling Georgie's final exam," she said, "and we're calling the shots. We haven't told Georgie exactly what's going to happen, but I'm sure she has some idea. Dr. Selkirk is leading her to the bed right now, and turning on the all the video cameras with a master switch.

"She's turning up the rock music really loud so I'll have to get close to you and yell so you can hear me. Georgie is all greased up and ready to go, but she's a nervous filly, and she might spook. Can you handle that, cowboy?"

"Sure," Brent said. "I like it when ponies get all nervous when I break them in. It makes them really tight, and they howl like coyotes."

"First, I want you to come over here where Georgie can't see you," said Louise. "Please remove all your clothes and stand right here on display for the cameras."

"Not on your life," said Brent. "She still has all of her clothes on. What's going on here? You don't know who you're dealing with, ladies. You're in for a lot of hurt if you try to mess with me."

"Relax, Brent," said Louise, and she went over and rubbed herself against him. She stuck her tongue into his ear, and then she shouted into it over the music: "Maybe if your snake isn't too tired from Georgie, we can play with him later. Georgie's so skittish, we want to get you in there without pushing her to get naked first.

"I don't know what Dr. Selkirk is telling her to keep her calm, but she may back out unless we get going. If you really don't want to take off all your clothes, it won't look as good for the video, but that's up to you. As long as you can whip that snake out. Come on now."

She stepped back, and he looked at her. Then took off all his clothes and worked a minute with his hands. Louise watched him and began giggling.

"It really is a telephone pole," she said. "Now while Dr. Selkirk has Georgie on her hands and knees, I want you to get behind her and put your hands near her waist. Try not to touch her clothes yet. She can't hear you because of the loud music and won't know you're behind her. Now don't move. Remember, I'm calling the shots."

"OK, now as I lift up her skirt and pull her panties down, grab her waist and hold her tight. Dr. Selkirk is also holding her. I told you she'd try to bolt. Now this is her first time, Brent, so we want you to be very gentle."

"Oh, I'll be gentle all right," he said with a nasty laugh.

"OK, start easing it into her," said Louise. "No, leave the panties alone. Just hold her waist. Slowly, slowly. I can't believe how much you've got inside her and you're still not half way to your balls. Keep pushing. She's got a lot of lube in there, so it should be a smooth ride. Is she spasming on you already? How does it feel? This is a real virgin for you, Brent. Nothing has ever been up there before you.

"My god, you actually got it all in. Georgie is going wild up. She's bucking like crazy trying to shake your snake out. She's like a wild mustang tied to the fence. OK, now slowly start pulling out and pushing in. I'll tell you how fast to go. Remember, I'm in charge.

"There, pull it all the way out. Look how it's gleaming like a jewel from all that lube. Look at that huge hole where it came out. I think you've expanded Georgie's mind beyond what she ever imagined -- as well as her asshole!

"Go in and out a little faster now. You're really getting a reaction. Now bigger strokes. She's really screaming almost as loud as the music.

"I'm seeing some jerky movements there, Brent. Just relax and go with it. Don't try to hold back. Whoa! You're really moving. There it is. Yes, slam that snake home and let go. Put it all in there.

"Now, relax. You really broke that filly in. Oops there goes your snake. Look how much come came out with it. You really put a quart into Georgie.

"OK, the fun is over. You can get dressed and go."

"Wait a minute, you told me--"

"I forgot I what I told you, Brent, but it doesn't matter. You got your virgin, and we've got a great video. So I think we both came out all right. Thank you."

"You told me you'd give me a copy of the video," he said.

"We have to edit it first, Brent. When it's done, we'll contact you."

"You're lying, you bitch. You're not going to get rid of me that easy. I'm going to--"

"You're going to what?" said Dr. Selkirk in a steely voice. "Do you see this revolver, Brent? I'm licensed to carry it for protection from unhappy patients. You're acting like an unhappy patient right now.

"I watched you, and you had a good time with Georgie, so I don't understand what you're complaining about. I think it would be best if you got in your car and left now. You've got a great story to tell your buddies. That's our gift to you. Do you have any questions?"

Brent didn't answer because he was already running out the door.

When she picked up the phone, all Dr. Selkirk could hear was sobbing at the other end. "Who is this?" she said, but there was no reply. "Who is this?" she repeated, but the sobbing didn't stop. She hung up.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again, and she heard the same sounds. "Pull yourself together before you call me again," she said and hung up. The next day, the phone rang one minute after 8. She had just arrived at her office because her first patient was coming in at 8:30. She picked up the phone, and a tiny voice said, "Dr. Selkirk?"

"Yes," she said.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Selkirk," said the voice. "I'm a stupid bitch. I'm the most pitiful stupid bitch who ever lived. I'm too stupid to live." Then there was nothing but the same sobbing as the day before.

"Listen to me, Louise," said Dr. Selkirk. "Don't call me again. Be in my office at 8:30 tomorrow. By yourself. Goodbye."

"After the final exam, I was so happy, Dr. Selkirk," said Louise. "George was so hurt and angry that he wouldn't talk to me for a week. But once the pain was gone a few weeks later, he started to mellow out. I apologized and asked for forgiveness, but even though he was still going out of his way to please me, he ignored my apology and didn't say anything. I didn't press it. Maybe in my heart, I knew that I didn't deserve forgiveness.

"It was irrelevant anyway, because, as you told me, his sensitivity training was complete. He is considerate, polite, kind, helpful and solicitous. I tell him something once, and he remembers to do it from then on. In bed, he does anything I ask him to do to help me come. He enjoys the sex, too, but in a much more restrained way than he used to. He doesn't forget himself, and he's always careful. Each time we make love, he asks me at least three times if everything is all right.

"When we go out, he never looks at other women. He always thinks of something I might like and suggests it. He is the perfect husband. He is the perfect father.

"But I'm a stupid bitch. You gave me everything I wanted, and I'm miserably unhappy. Everything my wonderful husband does for me turns to dust in my mouth. I'm choking to death. It must be the punishment for what I did to him. I get what I want, and all it does is make me the unhappiest woman in the world. I know you can't help me, but I don't know where to turn.

"Take it slowly, Louise, and tell me everything," said Dr. Selkirk.

"The final exam was the most exciting night of my life," Louise said. "I was ashamed that I was so turned on by watching George get raped, but whenever I thought about what I had seen, I was so aroused that I demanded sex from George. George never turned me down. He never says no to anything I suggest. I was in a frenzy of lust, and sometimes I felt like I was so hot that I would burst into flames.

"When your video arrived, it heated me up even more when I watched it, which was almost every day. It was like a drug for me, and I was hooked. I don't know when I stopped feeling like that. When I first noticed it, I realized that I had been feeling different for a while. Even though I didn't have trouble getting aroused, I wasn't happy anymore.

"Nothing was different. George was the same, the video was the same, our family life was the same, but I was different. All the things George was doing for me began to bother me, even though they were the things I wanted him to do. I was getting sick of telling him what to do and him doing it. When he asked me what I preferred, I wished he would shut up and do what he preferred instead.

"When we made love, I didn't want him to be careful. I wanted to see him lose control and go wild, like the old days. I wanted to see that animal lust in his eyes as he made me his, even if it meant I was sore afterward. I began to despise him for being so good to me.

"The better he is to me, the worse I get. I think I'm going mad, Dr. Selkirk. What's wrong with me?" She put her head down on Dr. Selkirk's desk and wept silently. Dr. Selkirk looked at her watch but didn't stop her until she raised her head and began wiping away the tears."

"I won't say I told you so, Louise," she said, "because I don't want to waste your time. But the answer to your question is that nothing's wrong with you.

"You have a problem that many women have. Some people call it the grass-is-greener syndrome. Whatever you call it, it means that you are never happy with what you have. You are always trying to trade up, and in a case like yours, where your marriage was nearly perfect, when you trade up, you end up trading down.

"When I met George, I knew you were making a big mistake. He was a man's man. His positive qualities were manly, and so were his negative ones. You were happy with him 99 per cent of the time, so I knew that you married him for who he was. You wanted a strong, masculine man, even if the 1 per cent made you angry.

"Now you've turned him into a sensitive wimp. There are women who would die to trade with you. If you turn George loose, he'll be snapped up by one of them in a second.

"But you don't want someone you can twist around your finger. You want a man who will let you be yourself but who won't let you control him, someone who may be a Neanderthal brute sometimes, but someone decisive who knows what he wants and goes for it. Someone who goes too far sometimes, but who is a strong, secure rock for you and your family to bank upon and an exciting animal in bed."

"Yes, yes, Dr. Selkirk," said Louise. "I can't put it into words like you, but that's what I want. Is it too late for me now? Am I going to be punished for the rest of my life for my mistake?"

"I don't know the answer to that, Louise," said Dr. Selkirk. "I'm a behavior modification therapist, and if you and George agree to more therapy, I can try to reverse what I've done. But there will be side effects that I can't predict, and you may not end up any happier than now. George will be more like the old George, but not exactly the same."

"Oh, Dr. Selkirk, I was hoping you'd say something like that," said Louise. "I'm willing to take a chance. Anything would be better than this. I don't care anymore if he stares at other women. I wish he would start staring again and just tell me to shut up when I yell at him about it. How soon can you get started? How much is it going to cost?"

"I have an opening tomorrow at 5 p.m.," said Dr. Selkirk. "And don't worry about payment. I think you forgot that you've already paid for this."

"George, I see you disagree with what Louise wants to do," said Dr. Selkirk. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I just can't understand Louise," he said. "I try as hard as I can to be sensitive to her. I hardly ever contradict her, and I've got to the point where I can anticipate what she wants before she even tells me. Why do I need more therapy?"

"That's a good question, George? Louise, please tell him your answer."

"George, I love you very much, and I'm so grateful for all the things you do for me and how considerate and sensitive you are," Louise said. "I don't think you can understand why I'm asking you to do this, because it isn't logical and it doesn't make sense. It's totally selfish, because it's not for you, it's only for me.

"I know I can make up a story about why I want you to do it, but I don't want to manipulate you anymore, so all I'll say is I desperately want you to do this, but if you decide you don't want to go through with it, I won't fight your decision."

"Louise, you've given me the only reason I need," said George. "I want to make you happy. It makes me happy to prove my love for you, and that's more important than whether this makes sense."

"Oh George, your words are like daggers," said Louise. "How I wish you wouldn't talk like that! But it's all my fault." She began sobbing as he looked at her bewildered and turned to Dr. Selkirk.

"What did I say?" he said.

"Nothing, George," she said. "Pull yourself together Louise. You may not like the way he did it, but George has agreed to treatment. If you want to go ahead with this, sign these forms, and we'll get started."

Once both of them had signed the agreements, Dr. Selkirk looked at them sternly. "George and Louise, I'm warning both of you, this isn't going to be easy," she said. "There are going to be a lot more tears before we finish, and you'll be the one crying most of them, Louise. There will be difficult homework, because in order to pull out George's masculinity from deep inside him, we're going to have to sometimes go to extremes. The good thing is that I think it's still there, and I think we can extract it if we work hard.

"But George is not a robot, so how this works out will be unpredictable. With the permission of both of you, my goal will be to end up with him just as much in love with you, Louise, as he is now and just as loving a father and just as good a provider. The other parts of his personality will be less certain, but I'm going to work hard so that they don't conflict with those primary traits. Is that acceptable? Good.

"OK. Here's your first homework assignment. Starting today, George, you are not to do any chores around the house. Louise, you'll even put out the garbage. George, you are to play with your daughter, watch TV, read a book or do something else recreational while Louise takes care of the house.

"When you leave here, you're going to the mall and directly to the naughty lingerie store, where Louise will try on outfits and model them for you, George. She'll be watching for your reaction. The sluttiest, sexiest items that turn you on are what she'll buy, and what she'll change into every night after you've put your daughter to bed."

"Unless you've got work from the office, her goal each night will be for you to ask her for sex. She's not going to ask you, but she won't be wearing anything under the sheer lingerie, and she's going to be moving so seductively that after a while, your eyes are going to follow her. She knows her bush turns you on, especially when she spreads her legs, so she'll try to display herself any way she can.

"At the beginning, the goal will be to get you to ask for sex, but we want to move on to where you're not asking any more, just taking her to the bedroom. The final exam will come when she arouses you so much that you lose control and just take her where she is, whether it's the living room, the kitchen or the hallway, on a couch or chair or a table or the floor.

"And when you do make love, George has to always be on top for the time being. The only variation will be when he does you from behind, doggie style. As much as possible, I want you to have sex in front of a mirror and I want each of you to watch the other one get excited, which will excite you more so that eventually, you'll both be in a frenzy.

"For now, there will be no more oral for you, Louise, and you're going to have to do your own foreplay. Don't worry, that will come back once we're finished.

"You will be giving George oral at least three times a week, but only after he grabs you. You are not going to be the aggressor in any way for a while. When you give him oral, you'll do it in the most demeaning way possible for you. For instance, if you're in the living room, it will be down on your knees in front of him. You won't use your hands, only your mouth, and when he comes, you will do your best to swallow every drop."

"Of course, you'll throw away all of George's women's clothes, and he'll stop shaving his body. That's enough for now. I'll see the two of you in a couple of weeks."

"I'm very pleased with your report," said Dr. Selkirk at the next appointment. "You've come a long way already, and I've decided that George will not need to do the porn and electricity conditioning in reverse."

"The next homework assignment will be a lot tougher on Louise. When he grabs her from now on, the first thing she's going to do, even before giving him oral, is analingus. He may be hesitant at first, but Louise will not stop until can gets his clothes off, buries her face in his buttocks and starts moving her tongue around inside his anus.

"After a week of this, it's time for anal. Louise will call George every day in the afternoon, and if he's not bringing work home that night, she needs to be cleaned out and ready for anal by the time he gets home. Use lots of lube, Louise, because your insides aren't used to this, and we don't want you getting so sore that you have to stop for a few days.

"Louise, when your child is taking a nap, I want you to start surveying all the anal porn you can find on the Internet. You will take notes on all the variations in positions and methods. Put a star next to the ones that look most demeaning to you. Those will go on top of your list of things to introduce to George.

"I can see you aren't happy about this, Louise. I know it's extreme, but it's also necessary to shock George into being the strong dominant man you want him to be. When we're through with the treatment, you can adjust things."

"I'm going to give you six weeks to work on this, and if all goes well, we'll talk about the final exam the next time I see you."

"Excellent," said Dr. Selkirk at the next appointment. "I can tell by the way you walked in here, Louise, that you are getting a lot of anal from George. How do you feel about it?"

"Not happy," she said. "I'm happy that George is wild about it and is totally aggressive and really gets aroused by some of the demeaning positions. But it really hurts, and I always feel like I'm lower than an animal when we're finished. Does it get better?"

"For some women, it does," said Dr. Selkirk, "but I don't think for you. As of today, it will get less frequent. George, you're doing so well that Louise is going to cut back the anal to once every two weeks. You'll be anticipating it and be even more excited by it than you are now, and your goal will be to try as many positions as you can before you come. Her goal will be to make you come as quickly as possible to cut short the pain. It will be an exciting contest each time you do it.

"I think you're both ready to graduate. The final exam will be similar to George's final exam, but this time it will be Louise's worst nightmare.

"The three of us are going shopping at the mall, and when we see a beautiful woman by herself, George is going to approach her and start talking to her right in front of us. His goal is to seduce her into having a three-way with him and Louise. As soon as we find someone who agrees, we'll go back to my studio and film the three of you, concentrating on George's total sexual ecstasy and Louise's total humiliation. And that should wrap things up.

"Louise, you may leave now. George is going to spend a couple of hours today working with one of my trainers. He's one of the smoothest talkers in the country. There's almost no woman he can't get into bed if he can get a conversation going. I am one of his success stories, and he was flattered afterward when I told him I wanted to study him.




Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot



Chapter 1: Introduction to the Institute. 

He was heading to Mr. Smith's office. Mr. Smith, the C.E.O., self made man, the big shot, but it was not something unusual for Jason to see him, since Jason, even though he was just twenty-eight years old, was still a top salesman who brought in multi-million dollar sales almost at the drop of a hat. His latest was an eight or possible ten million dollar profit on a building that every other realtor swore would go down in flames in this economy. Jason had assumed that he was asked to come in because there would be a big bonus to go along with his very nice commission check. As he checked in with Mr. Smith's secretary, he noticed that coming out of the side door, it was she! Clearly he was not supposed to see her nor was she supposed to see him.

Shit, he said to himself, and he had to look around to make sure it was just to himself and he had not said it out loud. Nobody was looking his way, which meant that he had not said it. Good, and now his mind quickly flashed on the problem at hand. He had passed along that photoshoped picture that got Fred fired, and he knew that he had two other actual problems (she called it sexual harassment, but they were just jokes). But after Fred was fired they gave her two weeks of paid vacation that did not count for her vacation time, and he thought it was all over. Now she was coming out of Smith's office and she looked at him, and this he could not believe, it looked like she smiled at him: no it look like she smirked. Not possible, he thought, not possible that they would fire a moneymaker like me because of a few jokes. Oh well, I guess I will be getting a slap on the wrist. Maybe sensitivity training? Yeah that's it. Ok, I will be contrite and do what ever they say. No harm no foul. 

She had looked at him and smiled or perhaps smirked because she knew what was in store for him, and she liked everything about it. She had gone to HR after the last incident and was ready to demand either they fire Jason as well as Fred or she was going to sue and she knew that she had all the evidence she needed to cost all of them money, big money. With the evidence she had, even a crappy lawyer would win the case. How she got it all out of the building was almost a spy novel, but she did it. HR sent her up to see Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith did not patronize her. He didn't call her Caroline; he called her Ms. Fritz and explained that the company had followed all of the rules, and would if she insisted fire Jason, but he said that he would like to try to save Jason by sending him to a sensitivity training center that was unique and would change Jason. He reminded Caroline that the company had a very strict policy dealing with harassment, and that the policy had been followed and would continue to be followed. Initially Caroline was against what she said was a slap on the wrist, but Mr. Smith told her to take two weeks to visit the facility and Participate in the program and if she did not think that this would convert Jason, then we would go ahead with the firing. What can you lose? It is a two week paid holiday, that I believe you will really enjoy, he said. It won't be deducted from your vacation time, so it should be all good. Caroline, now reflecting on her at the sensitivity training center, thought that she should have taken her remaining two weeks vacation so that she could have two more weeks at the facility. It was really fun, and she thought that it would do the trick on him. She only wished that she could be there for his training, but as Mr. Smith said, that would be unethical, unethical but really fun. All of this was said with the smile or was it a smirk.

"Mr. Smith will see you now," said his secretary. Jason entered the office and as soon as he saw the corporation counsel, he knew that his speculation had been correct. Worst case, I get a new job. Better take the sensitivity training being offered. Perhaps even less of a slap on the wrist, but she was smirking a lot, so it will have to be pretty big. I can live through this.

"Jason, sit down," said Mr. Smith. "You are here because your behavior has been childish and to put it mildly, self-destructive. We have clear policies here, and because you were not were treated with more consideration than seem proper in retrospect, your behavior has cause all of us great problems. Your antics have messed up a lot of lives. However, since you were not the greatest culprit, I can still provide you with consequences that will not require me to terminate you." Mr. Smith was dead cold as he spoke.

"You know that three instances should make me fire you, and Ms. Fritz was somewhat insistent that I should do it, but you are young and you make us a lot of money, and after conversations with Ms. Fritz, I can offer you a deal. If you agree to attend a one or possibly two-month training sessions at the Sensitivity Institute of America, and if you pass it, we will take you on again. We will pay the very substantial fees necessary for you to attend this institute, and you will have to pass. On the other hand, you could refuse or drop out of the program. If so, we will fire you for cause. Ms. Fritz will sue you, and having seen the evidence she will win, and she will break you. Real estate is filled with women, and when they read what you have done, your chances of getting another good job will be very small, and women customers will stay away from you in droves. He then pointed to his corporate counsel and said, "What is more, Jim tells me that your last stunt might be criminal." 

Jim now said, "If you would like to wait until tomorrow and discuss this with your lawyer and bring your lawyer in here, we could do that. If not, here are the papers for you to sign. They say that you will make arrangements to go for a one or two month maximum training session, and that you will take care of notifying everyone who needs to know that you will be out of contact for that period. Let me reiterate, you will be totally out of contact. Do you understand? You will not be able to call, e-mail, or use your cell. In fact, you will have no access to the outside world at all." Jason said nothing.

Mr. Smith chimed in, "This is a program I attended, and it served me very well. It is tough and you will hate it while you are going through it, but it will be well worth your time."

Jim said, "Do you want to think it over and bring in your lawyer tomorrow?"

Jason replied, "I am a big boy. I can sign it."

Mr. Smith smiled to himself and thought that there were soon to be many people who would know for sure whether that was true or not. He quickly thought back to his time in the institute and realized that he wasn't the biggest boy there but he held his own. Actually, he was never allowed to hold his own, but he did measure up. He thought to himself, hell while I was there, but the memories are sweet.

Jim said, "Here is your non-disclosure form. You are never allowed to talk about the treatment center. It uses a form of therapy that could easily be copied and it does not want competitors to get it."

Jason signed the form.

Mr. Smith said, "Good, then a limo will pick you up on Friday. Pack nothing, a uniform will be provided for you as well as all of your personal care products." Jason should have been leery about that, but he was just so glad that it was sensitivity training that he could bull shit his way through that none of the words that were being thrown at him sunk in.

Bill said, "Now you should come in tomorrow to clear up all remaining business, but take Thursday off to clear up anything you need to get your personal life ready for the trip.

Friday afternoon came and Jason came down to meet the limo with a small bag. The limo driver, a man who looked like a linebacker, stopped him and said, "Dude, where are you going with that?"

Jason replied, "It has meds and stuff."

The driver replied, "You were not allowed to bring anything. That was part of the contract you signed and I have to power to turn you away and declare that you have already failed the program."

Jason said, "But all it has is my toothbrush razor, aspirin, and..

The driver replied, "You have two minutes to go back to your apartment and take that back, or I will leave without you. You will then need to face your boss."

Jason ran back. He got into the limo with two other men and off they went to the airport where they were met and placed on a private jet. The three joked about this being the life and then exchanged stories about what got them heading for the institute in the first place. They should have known they were being taped, but the cocktails and wine was good, so they didn't think much. It was after dark when they got wherever it was that they were going. They got off the plane and, like rock stars; they went directly into a waiting limo. They were so impressed that they didn't notice that they could not reopen their doors or windows. They drove for a period of time; they did not know how long, and finally came to a stop. The doors were opened for them and Jason looked back and saw that they must have just come through the large gate that was now closing in the middle of the road. The gate was the only opening through a massive stonewall. He faced what he thought must be the back of a very large building and the limo driver, the same as the one who picked him up, led them into the building. Jason was told to go into the first door while the two others were told to continue down the hallway. 

Jason went into a small room. It was totally empty and totally white except for a high wooden counter that he realized was the reception desk. Behind that counter he saw a very pretty receptionist who smiled and told him to step up. This was getting better and better he thought. She asked him for his id, and he presented it to her. Again she smiled, but it was somewhat off-putting for him. It was almost like a leer, like she was undressing him with her eyes. Again he thought cool. I may get lucky here. No wonder Mr. Smith recommended it. She smiled and said, "Welcome Jason, you know why you are here?"

He nodded, and she continued. "This facility is designed to get to your heart and emotions more than your brain, so the activities will be very active with a lot of role playing. As such you need to sign this form which acknowledges that you have waived your rights to privacy." She seemed to wink again, and Jason nodded and signed the form.

She said, "This form acknowledges that nothing done to you will injure you in any permanent way, regardless of how strenuous it is." Oh great, he thought as he signed it, we are going to be doing hikes and rope climbing. He didn't bother to read the part that mentioned discipline and that corporal punishment was part of the program.

She smiled again, and said, "Your program is one month but up to two if you need remedial work, (she seemed to be leering again, but Jason thought it was flirting) and once you step behind the door you agree to follow all of the rules until you pass the course. If you fail the course or choose to leave before it is over, your employer has already told you what the consequences are." He nodded again and she smiled and said, then I will buzz you in and Kielbasa will give you all of the rest of the information you will need.

Jason went through the door, which shut with a clank, into a locker room. Once inside a stark naked man, who was clearly waiting for him, stood up and walked over to Jason putting out his hand. Jason was shocked and said, "Dude, I know it's a locker room, but could you cover up just a bit."

Kielbasa laughed and said, "Nope and in a second neither can you." Jason just stared at him, so he continued. "You just signed a form that said you have waived the right to privacy and in this institute that means that no man, either staff or internee has the right to clothing. For the one month you are here, you will be bareassed unless you are put in a costume for educational purposes. I have just about a week left in my training, and I have not had an article of clothing on in all that time. Once you get used to it, its not that bad."

Jason just stared. "Look, you are here to experience what women experience when they are sexually harassed. So, just remember that you will be pushed way passed your comfort zone."

Jason now said, "I got to think." His head was spinning. 

Kielbasa said, "You cannot wait too long. You are expected at work in 20 minutes and you need to strip, lock up your clothing, and learn the basic rules. So you really should strip down now, or you should decide to leave and face the consequences of your actions back home."

"Shit" said Jason, "I got to piss. Where is the men's room?" 

"The urinals are in the facility near the showers, but you cannot go into that area unless you are in proper boys attire -- meaning naked. So if you want to piss, you have to strip or you have to go home. There is a men's room out there if you want to use it as you wait for the limo to take you back home." He paused and said, "I think you know you have to do this, so the faster you do it the better it will be. It will be totally safe, you get into it with your fingerprint and only you can open it. Try putting your finger on the dots of any of the lockers." 

Jason kept pushing until on popped open. He took off his jacket, and said, "What kind of a name is Kielbasa? Is it polish?"

Kielbasa replied, "Kind of, it's a polish sausage. You will be given a name based on some part of your anatomy when you get to work today. Look at my dick."

"Shit" said Jason. Kielbasa's dick was long and thick and uncircumcised. Jason had to admit it did look like one. Jason also noticed that he was shaven completely around his crotch. His chest had a normal pattern of black chest hair leading to his happy trail but the happy trail led to a bald patch. As much as Jason wanted to look away, the combination kept forcing his eyes down to Kielbasa's dick and balls.

Kielbasa continued talking and Jason continued to take off his clothing, and all the while he tried not to look at the other man's sausage. "Women are judged as pieces of meat, and here you will be judged in the same way. As soon as you have stripped, I will be giving you a tray of five cups of coffee and a coffee pot that you will be taking to your five immediate supervisors. They will give you a full-scale examination which will include instructions as to how to shave your pubes and other body hair, so that everyone else's eyes go right to your junk just the way yours went to mine. They will tell you how cute you are and that they are just doing this to help you. There are two messages that they want to get you to feel, and these two messages will be reiterated throughout your stage here. The first is for you to feel how women feel when they are reduced to being seen as nothing but tits and asses, and they also want you to recognize that they do like looking at the male body and that you can have enjoyment in being a sexual being. Part of your job will be to get to be comfortable with your body and other men's bodies so that you will start taking care of it and doing things like going to the doctor and not getting into stupid bar fights with other guys.."

"How can being looked at by five guys teach me that?" said Jason as he finally made it down to his boxers.

"Guys," laughed Kielbasa. "There are no guys there other than inmates like you and me. Your bosses will all be women and they will all be wearing business attire. You and me, we're the sex objects."

Jason stopped dead, and for a moment, he almost chose to go home, but who would believe him if he went home and told this story. He did not know where he was. He had no proof that he was ever here. He would get fired, and never get another job in real estate. Jason took off his boxers and put them in the locker and was about shut it when Kielbasa said, "Make sure that everything you own is in there. Once it is shut, you will not be able to get anything out for one month just like nobody else can get in." Jason pause and quietly said goodbye to clothing and hello to forced nudity.

Jason said, "ok, lets get this party started. Which way do I go?

"Follow me. Now here are the rules you have to know or you will get disciplined. I assume you did not notice the form that says that breaking rules will bring corporal punishment. Its just spankings or paddling's, but it is embarrassing because women will point it out. The first thing you get paddled for is covering up. If your hands go over your crotch, you will be paddled. If you try to push away the hands of a woman groping you, you will get paddled. If you resist a paddling, you will get triple paddling and if you do it a second time you will fail out of the program."

They had now made it to the shower room. Jason looked for toilets or urinals but all he saw were the showers and they had a sign that read, "Anyone pissing in the showers will receive a maximum discipline session. Jason said, "Dude, I really got to piss. Where can I?

Kielbasa said, "I have to too. Walk with me." And he walked over to a row of concrete cubes about two feet high and four feet across. As he got closer he realized that there were cutouts on both sides in the shape of feet to show him how to position himself over the center of the cube which he now saw was a copper bowl with a drain. When they placed their feet in the slots two things happened: first water began to rinse the sides of the bowls slightly, and secondly lights from the ceiling and from in front of them that were directed at their naked bodies.

"Don't tell me," said Jason, as he felt the light him and he looked at his naked reflection in a large mirror across the room. "There are women watching us in the room behind the mirror right now."

"Yep, but it does not stop there," said Kielbasa. "It is also streamed on the in house net so that anyone who wishes to watch you on her lap tops or on a big screen tv can do so. Now you have to learn to piss without holding your dick since that could be said to be covering up. So just let it hang, and it will come."

"How is this supposed to help us, or is it just humiliation? What could possibly be the rationalization for this one?"

Kielbasa replied, "Any number of women have been the victims of men cutting holes into their bathrooms, or putting in little cameras, and then posting the videos or just sending them to their friends. When we hear it, we laugh about it. Now we have to spend a month or feeling what it must be like to always worry about who is watching when you take a leak."

Jason now blushed a bit because he knew that was the last straw the got him sent here. Fred had bugged the women's room, but Jason had sent some of them out not thinking anything about it. He began to worry about all the other stuff and how he would feel now that it was going to be done to him. While there was a lot of fear, there was a lot of sadness to and not just sadness for what was going to happen but that perhaps he had been doing some bad things. As he could not hold it any more, he began to piss as did Kielbasa. At this psychological moment when they both were done for the most part, Kielbasa put his hand on behind his neck and began to gyrate his hips so that his dick began to bounce up and down. He said to Jason, "Remember, do not touch your dick even to shake it off, so figure out a way to do it without your hands."

"Or, a nice lady could do it for you," said a voice from outside of the shower room. The receptionist had entered the locker room and now as walking into the shower room. She was the one in the short skirt; the one Jason thought was undressing him with her eyes. "Oh, you are even hotter than I thought you would be. Nice buns, boy, and that dick. What is that a beer can between your legs?" Jason was blushing now.