41 comments/ 85119 views/ 23 favorites Fourteen Day Program By: Fourteen Day Program "Here you are, Mr. Raines," she smiled. "We will come back in about a half hour." "Thank you," he muttered, but distractedly, as his attention was already focused on looking for his wife. He entered, and barely registered the door closing behind him. And there she was. She stood immediately from a leather couch, and she came to him before he even had time to take a step and then she was in his arms, and they were kissing, holding each other and kissing, feeling her pressed up next to him, fitting her body to his with practiced ease. He felt the urgency in her kiss, and he returned it, the hours apart expressing themselves without words, the raw emotion filling him, and he squeezed her, and still they kissed, lips pressed to hers, tongues touching, swirling, breath hot and needy. He felt her stepping into him, felt her hips against his own, her hands pulling him in, and he felt the same need in him, felt the blood beginning to rush and swell his organ, and he knew that he would have a hard time waiting until they got home, and wondered if she might be willing to pull over somewhere ... She broke the kiss then, and buried her head in his chest, still holding him, but he suddenly noticed the pressure at his pelvis stop, and he wondered, sheepishly, if she had felt him getting hard, and pulled away. He pressed his face into the top of her head, the scent of her lovely brown hair so familiar and yet new, as though time away had made it fresh to him. He inhaled the musky warmth of her, and they just stood, and held each other, until her heard her sigh, and felt her arms relax a little. She pulled her shoulders back, and lifted her face to look at his. Her beautiful face, her huge dark eyes and not-too-small nose, smooth hearty skin color, and her full, sensuous lips, and her eyes found his, and they stared at each other as they spoke, both at the same time. "I love you," he blurted. "I was so worried, I missed you so much, and I didn't know ..." "I missed you, too, baby, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, I love you ..." "...didn't know where you were, why I couldn't see you ..." "...couldn't tell you, needed to ..., oh, honey, I missed you so bad ..." "...said you were ok, but needed to be here, I was so worried ..." "...need you to take me home, baby, please say you'll take me home..." "...go now, if you want, we can just go ..." She pulled away from him then, just enough to step back. "I can't just leave. They have to release me." "Well, let's go get you released." "I have to tell you why I was here." "You can tell me when we get home, or on the way." "No, honey, they won't allow that. I have to tell you now. We only have about half an hour, they said." "All right, then, let's go have a seat, and you can tell me now, and then we can get you back home." He took her hand and walked her back to the couch. As they sat, he took in the rest of the room. On the wall facing the couch was a small table with a flat screen monitor. In the far corner, a small table with five chairs. Two other cushioned chairs faced the couch, and the corner opposite the table, another door, presumably a closet. Robert had called it a conference room; Tom had imagined something larger, corporate. This was more of a patient conference room. For counseling. The décor was warm, inviting and comfortable. Several windows were placed high on the one exterior wall, allowing for muted natural light while providing complete privacy from the outside. Three recessed panels in the ceiling cast illumination on the conference table and the couch and chairs. Non-threatening without being homey. At least Liz had been in a professional setting. Liz, he saw, was wearing a skirt he could not ever remember seeing. He didn't recall it being what she wore the night she went out. It was a modest length, just above the knee, matched with a plain but elegant white blouse. The skirt exposed a bit of her fabulous leg as she sat near the sofa arm, her knees together, legs crossed at the ankle. He sat next to her, but slightly apart so he could face her. He took both her hands in his. "Before you start," he said, looking her directly in the eye, "I want you to know that I love you, and that I will always love you. Nothing you say can change that." Her facial features softened a little, and she squeezed his hands. "Oh, my God, you don't know how much I need you to say that right now." "Liz, baby, you have nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing you can say to scare me away." She looked away, and he paused, waited for her to meet his eyes again. "When you were first gone, I'll tell you, I was more angry than worried. Before Darla told me you were ok, I was worried. Then angry. But after that, just hurt, and confused. I couldn't think of any good reason why you would want to be apart from me, without an explanation." "Honey, I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, I..." "Shh, honey, it's ok. I'm not hurt. I thought I was. I was going to demand an explanation, and yell and carry on and all. But the moment I saw you, all that fell away. And all I want now is to have you back, and nothing, nothing you say can stop me from wanting you and loving you." She smiled then, a genuinely happy smile, but still he saw some nervousness in her expression. "So then," he said, releasing her hands, and sitting back a little, "why don't you go ahead and tell me whatever you need to tell me so they release you." "All right," she started, "but first, I have to ask you to promise me something." "Whatever you need, just..." "I'm serious, Tom, listen to me." "You're right, I'm sorry. Go ahead." She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. As she began to speak, her hand began tugging slightly on the hem of her dress, but she didn't look aware of it. "I told you that I can't leave unless they release me. For them to release me, I have to tell you why I came here, and about my treatment. It's part of the program." She paused. "After I tell you, their decision to release me is up to you." "Me?" "Yes. You have to want to take me home-" "I do." "You have to tell them, after I tell you." "I will." "I haven't told you anything yet." "But I've already told you that there is nothing that you can say that-" "All right, yes, ok. Well, then. Remember that." She inhaled, held it, and the words spilled out. "And you have to agree to their conditions." "Their conditions? What, of your release?" "Yes. Unless you agree, they will not tell me to go with you." "Tell you? You came here on your own, you can leave on your own." He heard the belligerence creeping into his voice, and fought it down. "Honey, I thought you were here voluntarily, you-" "Tom! Please!" Not a shout, but it got his attention. "Listen to me!" It wasn't even loud, but he noticed, and listened. "When I came here, they described the treatment. I had a choice; I could come here, or I could go to a therapist for ten years and maybe start seeing progress. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it done. When I signed up they explained that the program was intense, very intense," she paused, "and that when it was complete..." she trailed off, the words now softer, less insistent. "Because of the intensity..." she struggled, "it has to be intense to work so fast, so well," she looked at him pleading with her eyes. "They said that I would be conditioned to do whatever they say." And her face betrayed her desperation. Tom, for his part, was too confused to be stunned. He tried to speak, couldn't, and realized his mouth was hanging open. He heard a grunt come out, then another exasperated sound, but his voice was operating outside of his brain. Conditioned to do what they say? What? "Tom." His mind was racing in every direction but forward. Blood pounded in his ears, making it hard to hear. "Tom?" He heard his wife, but found himself unable to react. "Tom!" His head shook, and he blinked. "What?" "Are you all right?" "Did you say that they conditioned you to do only what they say?" "Are you ok?" "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Did you just tell me you allowed someone to brainwash you?" "It's not brainwashing, please Tom, listen to me, I want to go..." "It's not brainwashing, but you can only do what they tell you to do." "Only where it's related to the treatment, please Tom, please don't act like this, please." "It's a little hard to believe. If it's true. If it's really true, to think you'd allow-" "Please, just agree to their conditions, please. If you don't they won't tell me to go with you." "So," he started, "if I agree, they'll tell you to go with me. And then you can leave." "Yes." "All right." "All right what?" "I'll agree. To their conditions." "Tom, this is serious. Don't kid me!" "I'm not," he said. He tried to imagine the conditions. Be supportive. Bring her for follow-up visits? "I will tell them that I want to take you home, and that I will agree to their conditions." "Please promise me." Again she sounded slightly desperate. It must have been some intensive therapy. "Please." She sounded vulnerable, almost pleading. "Promise me." He leaned to her, took her hands again, and looked her in the eye. "Liz, I promise, that no matter what you say, I will still love you and still want you, and that I will take you home with me today, and I promise to accept all the conditions of your release, no matter what." He kissed her on the forehead, and then hugged her reassuringly. He felt the tension in her, and stayed holding her as it eased, and she relaxed. And he let her go. "I think," he said, leaning back against the couch, "that we are going to run out of time. We probably only have about twenty minutes left." He held his hands out to her, palms up. "We'd better get started. Why don't you tell me why you're here?" She smiled. Not a partial, nervous halfway smile; a full, radiant from-the-inside smile, the one that he'd fallen on love with years ago. She smiled with her whole face, from her chin to her eyes, and her hands came up to her face. She beamed at him, and she flushed a little. "I will tell you," she began, "I will tell you it all. I promise," she vowed. "But please don't interrupt me or ask me questions while I'm telling it, okay? Let me get through it once, now, so we can finish. Promise me." "I feel like I'm doing a lot of promising, but okay, sure. I promise." "Last one, I swear." She knotted her fingers in her lap. "If you have any questions, you can ask them on the way home." No smile now. Her lips barely moved against her gritted teeth as she spoke. "Please don't think less of me." "I could never." "All right." She took a deep breath, and began. "For our one-year anniversary, we went on vacation. We got a little drunk one night and had sex on the hotel balcony. People below us saw us, and cheered. You remember that?" He nodded. "They cheered, and we got so hot that they were watching, that we did it again. Remember?" She smiled again, wistfully this time. "That was so hot. When we were dating, and engaged, and first married, sex was passionate, and thrilling. So great. So lively." She took a breath. "For the last few years, it feels a little, well, less. It's good, even great, don't get me wrong. It just seems like it's not as fresh anymore." She paused. "Like we know each other too well. And we just keep doing what we always do." She looked at him. "I don't know how you feel about this, or whether you even noticed, or if you would say anything if you did. But I noticed." She paused, and breathed deeply. "I first noticed it a few years ago. And then I couldn't stop seeing it. And it bothered me. It bothered me because I knew it was me who made it that way." "A couple of years after The Balcony Event, you came in my mouth when I was sucking you, and I totally lost it on you. We fought for weeks about that. And you don't know this, but I was angry for months after that. I've never let you do it since. I know that you know that. Here's what you might not realize. You stopped asking." She looked at him. "I don't know if you stopped wanting to, but you stopped asking. Because the answer was always no." "A couple of years later you wanted me to suck you after you fucked me, which I had done a couple of times in our early days. You remember this? I didn't do it. I told you, 'I don't like that'. You remember? "It took me a while to figure out that I had become the barrier, the stopper. I looked at our sex together and thought it was falling short, it wasn't growing anymore. And I knew that those two things I did were the cause. That's where it started. I put up the guardrail, and we stayed on the path after that." "It bothered me. I didn't talk to you about it, because frankly, I was a little bit ashamed, I mean, I was blaming myself for kind of limiting our sex life. Whether it really was limiting or not, doesn't really matter, and whether I was the cause or not, also didn't matter. I had judged it as limiting, and I felt I was responsible." "If I could have undone my damage, I would have. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw the real problem. At first I rationalized it, and said those things were disgusting. But then, in thinking about them, I would get, well, aroused." She paused, looked at him. "I couldn't figure out how it could be both exciting and disgusting. But it was." She grimaced a little. "I thought about it for a long time. I defended myself for not doing those disgusting things. I said that women don't do that. I knew from when I was younger what people thought about girls who did, y'know, a lot. Those girls were nasty. People talked about them, and judged them. And thought less of them." "Me, I was a good girl. That's why I don't do those things, I told myself. But then, why did I get excited when I imagined them?" "It took a while, but I finally figured out that what was bothering me about these things wasn't other peoples' standards of what good girls do, and what other people think of girls who do those things – it was what I thought! It was MY opinion! I couldn't get past my own judgment of 'nasty' girls who do nasty things. If I did those things, I'd have to judge myself. So if I denied doing it, I could convince myself it really was nasty, and that I was still a good girl, in my own warped judgment." "Stupid, right," she grinned, and continued. "I actually did talk to a regular therapist, who at least helped confirm my amateur diagnosis. But I knew I didn't want to take ten years getting to the bottom of my relationship with my mother to get the sex I had as a newlywed. You know me, I'm a little impatient. And what motivated me more was, now that I knew my problem, I knew I could get past it, because if I was drunk, I could be Balcony Girl. But I couldn't go through life drunk, so I had to find another way." "Anyway, on one of our nights out, about six months ago, everyone else had gone home, and Darla and I were the only ones left, and we'd been talking all night about sex, and one thing led to another, and I mentioned how I felt I was holding back on our sex lives, and she said, 'yeah, I used to have the same problem.' In the hour that followed, she told me about how she used to be, and how she is now, and some of the things she's done, and I just totally related, and then finally I asked her how she got past her issues, and she told me about this place." "A couple of days later, when we were both sober, I asked her again, and she gave me a much better description of the place, and what they could do for me, and how." She nodded her head, acknowledging a private memory. "She didn't color the story much. She told it pretty much the way it is." She glanced sidelong at him. "I thought about it for a long time. Two months ago I decided that I wanted to go for it, and she made the appointment with me. I went on two interviews, and they agreed to take me into the program." "The program here uses common psychological techniques, but on a much accelerated time frame." She sounded like she was reciting, a rehearsed speech. "Role playing, challenging pre-conceived notions, reward-based activity, and verbal drills and reinforcement are all utilized. But to accelerate the process, some less common practices are used. Sleep deprivation, subliminal suggestion, sleep learning, and reward denial, for instance." "The goal of my treatment was not just for me to stop disliking certain arousing ideas or fantasies, but to start liking them, the embrace them, and to accept myself embracing them." She was back to just talking now. Had the recitation been part of the treatment? "To open the door to possibilities. Remember when I said, 'I don't like that'? Well, you won't hear that again from this girl." She looked at him, held his gaze. "Those nasty ideas and fantasies that aroused me? They don't scare me anymore. You won't be hearing 'no' from me." She took his hands now, and held them. "When you take me home today, we'll be starting the rest of our lives." She grinned. "Are you ready for it?" Tom felt a little stirring below his belt. Liz had never looked more attractive, never been sexier. Two weeks alone, and he was going to bring home his wife, who wanted to say yes. To anything? He glanced at his watch, saw they had maybe ten more minutes. "So," he dared, "if I asked you to let me cum in your mouth, you'd let me?" "A little better than that, I think. I didn't go through all this to tolerate something I don't like. If you tell me you want to cum in my mouth," she dropped her voice to a hoarse whisper, and moved her lips closer to his, "I will love it. I'll want you to shoot all your hot cum in my mouth, so I can swallow it down." Tom's pants suddenly became uncomfortable, with his erection swollen at an awkward angle. He shifted in his seat, trying to relieve the pressure. "Wow," he moaned, "sounds like they did a great job." He adjusted himself. "It's a shame we don't have more time, I'd like to test that theory." "Oh, it wouldn't work yet." "Huh?" "It wouldn't work yet. It won't work until they tell me to." "When they tell you that you can leave?" "Well, when they tell me to leave with you, they'll tell me to listen to you, and do what you say. Until then, I would only do what they say." Tom felt his erection twitch, as though it didn't know whether to deflate or get harder. Whatever I say? Only what they say? He had some ideas of what he might tell her to do. What would they tell her? What had they already told her? "I don't understand. Or I think I don't ..." "Tom, it's all right, I told you. As long as you agree to take me home, and agree with their conditions, then they'll tell me to listen to you." "And you will do whatever they say?" "Yes, where it pertains to my treatment." "And you just obey?" "It's not obedience, Tom. And it won't be for you, either." She grinned devilishly. "It's enthusiasm." Tom grinned back, imagining his near future, but then his grin faded, as he thought of the last two weeks. "Your treatment," he began, "did they, during your-" "We have to stop now, Tom." "But I-" She stood, hands smoothing her skirt. "We're out of time, I'll tell Ann to get the others, but then we'll only have about a minute," she told him, approaching the door. "Hold on." She reached for the knob, pulled it open a crack, and spoke softly. "We're ready, Ann." Tom didn't hear a reply, and Liz softly closed the door. She turned to face him again, but looked down at the floor. He barely heard her when she spoke. "They will tell you things when they come in," she began, signaling him to listen. "And will tell me to tell you things. They will insist that I tell you, and that you listen." She looked up at him. Again, that look of anxiety, only this time her eyes glistened, and her face flushed. Was it fear or excitement? "How you react is important, they will be watching for your reaction." She stepped toward him. "Please don't get angry. Please be supportive, and," she was almost pleading, "please remember to agree to their conditions." She was in front of him now, reached out for his her hands, and he took them. "Remember that I did this for us." She smiled, looking hopeful and encouraging. "If you go with it, it know it'll be worth it." Fourteen Day Program The door opened before he could answer, and Ann stepped into the room, followed by Robert, Will, and another man, a younger man, that Tom hadn't met before. Liz pulled away from him, and greeted each of them with a small hug and a kiss on the cheek. Each of them came to Tom, who stood and shook each offered hand, including Jason, who introduced himself. Ann stayed by his side as the rest of them greeted Tom; Will and Jason took seats at the small conference table, while Robert and Liz took the chairs facing the couch. Tom sat back down on the couch, and Ann sat at the other end. Liz was in the chair closest to the door, on Tom's right. Ann was on his left, on the couch, and Robert across from him. Just past Robert's shoulder, clearly visible, were Will and Jason. Everyone can watch me, he thought. They can watch my reactions, and keep me from taking Liz home. But it won't work, he told himself, then interrupted his own thought – what could they be planning to tell me that they think I would leave her here? "Well, Mr. Raines, I assume that Liz has filled you in on why she came here, on why she felt the need to come here." Again, the easy smile. A difficult man to dislike. Everyone in the room, he saw, was relaxed and warm, openly friendly. He wanted to feel as easy as they were, but found it difficult. "She's a special woman, your Liz. I think we all agree on that. But you probably already know she's special." Robert leaned forward, elbows resting on tops of his thighs. "Not everyone has it in them to see the opportunity for growth in themselves, and to take action to achieve that growth. More unique is the desire to do that for someone else. Liz has made it very clear that her motivation has always been you." He turned his head to Liz. "Not that she won't experience some benefit herself, right Liz?" Liz beamed, then flushed. Then beamed again, and her eyes flashed at Tom. Hungrily. "But she did it for you, and for you together. And I can assure you that she has met het challenges, and has been one of the finest clients we have ever had." "Without a doubt," Ann added, "By the way, where's Darla? She should be here." "They weren't finished yet," Jason called to her, "She said to go ahead and get started, they'll be in presently." Robert sat back upright then, and when he spoke his tone was softer, admiring. Almost devotional. "You are a very fortunate man, Mr. Raines, and your wonderful wife has given you a very, very great gift. She has found a way to remain the woman you know and love, while becoming the fulfillment of your every desire. You will soon be able to enjoy a life together limited only by your imagination. Do you understand this? Can you appreciate the scope of this day?" He paused, seemed the scrutinize Tom. "Can you see the magnitude of the gift Liz has given you?" "Y-yes," he answered. "I think I can." "I hope so, Mr. Raines. I hope so." He glanced at Ann, then Liz. "Sometimes, though, hope is not enough." He flashed the disarming smile again. "Before we leave here, we will be certain. We'll know three things. One, that you fully comprehend the scope of Liz's efforts on your behalf, and what you are about to gain. Second, what efforts we have made on your behalf, to assist Liz in her development. And three, your responsibility and commitment to receive this gift." Despite the genuine tone of voice and the unbridled smile, once again Tom felt nervous. "Don't be nervous," he heard Ann say. "Really, there is nothing to be nervous about." He turned to her, and she touched his arm, so delicately he almost didn't feel it. Yet her touch seemed to draw away his tension, even as he met her eyes. She was a striking woman. Short cropped dark hair framed her face, and a thin nose and strong lips were overwhelmed by strikingly bright blue eyes. Those eyes flashed as she spoke, the way Liz's had, just before. He recognized that flash now. It was excitement. He looked back to Liz, who met his gaze, and yes, it was in her eyes as well. And then he realized why he hadn't recognized it at first. He had not seen that intensity in a long time. He turned back to Ann as she spoke to him. "Liz has already told you, I believe, that she will do whatever you tell her, enthusiastically, once we give her that instruction. We will give her that direction at the end of this session, provided you have no objections, and we accept your commitment." "I understand all that, yes." "We understand that it may seem a little hard to believe. For your benefit we will execute a small demonstration of her enthusiastic cooperation shortly. But first," she nodded towards Liz, "Liz will describe some portions of her treatment. During her story I will describe the some of the techniques used, and try to illustrate their purpose in our program. "On the first night, two Fridays ago, when Liz arrived, we had her take part in a testing and orientation exercise, designed to evaluate her levels of resistance, barrier negotiation, adaptation and depth of commitment. Based on that night's results, we customized an accelerated program for her." She smiled at Liz. "I can tell you that she met and exceeded every challenge. We are very proud of her." Tom watched Liz blush and smile, and then Ann said, "Liz, tell him about your first night here." "Well," she began, practically lunging into the story, "you know that Darla brought me here. When we arrived, they had a like a cocktail party in one of the large meeting rooms, only there weren't any cocktails, just water, and no food, just more of a get-to-know-you mixer thing. Robert and Ann and Darla brought me around the room, there was probably about thirty people, they're all with the organization here. So for the first hour, it was just, you know, warming up, getting comfortable, meeting people. Everyone was very nice, and made me feel welcome." "Well, around eleven o'clock, Robert and Ann take me aside, and tell me that we need to get started, and I think we have to start saying goodbye to everyone. But Robert says no, we are going to start right here at the party. And he tells me to take off my shirt." "Now, you know me, I'm shy about things like that. And I'll tell you, I was hesitant at first. All kinds of crazy thoughts went through my head, and I was looking around for Darla, but I couldn't find her, but I knew she wouldn't have brought me here if it wasn't okay, and I told myself that it was going to be for the best." And she took a breath. "And so I unbuttoned my shirt, and I took it off. Ann took it from me, and there I was on the side of the room, near the refreshments, wearing only my bra, and then Ann steps away with my top, and Robert says, 'thank you' and he walks away from me as well. And then people are coming up to the refreshments, getting a bottle of water, and talking to me, in just my bra, as if there was nothing unusual." "Darla had told me to wear nice underwear, and I had just bought a new bra and panties set at Vicky's, so at least I didn't have to feel insecure about wearing something shabby in front of all these nice people I just met. So I continue talking, and mingling, it's men and women, some of the people here are married, you know. And I'm feeling very comfortable again. And then Ann comes back with Robert, only they don't pull me aside his time. They say, right in front of a group of people, 'all right Liz, please take off your pants'. Just like that. And I was in the middle of telling a story to these folks, and they were looking at me, like, 'okay, finish the story', so I continued telling it while I kicked off my shoes, and opened my pants and pulled them down. Ann took them from me, and I put my shoes back on, and finished telling the story in my panties and bra. Practically naked, standing there in my underwear as if it was nothing." "We try to gauge her tolerances here, noting where she might push back," Ann began, but Tom didn't really hear her. He was staring at his wife, trying to settle the conflict between the image of her, seated across from him in her demure skirt and blouse, and his remembered images of her as the good girl, and the imagined one that now dominated his brain: Liz in matching sexy bra and panties, walking around in a room filled with strangers. He found it a bit unbelievable, and a little upsetting. But also a little exciting. He cleared his head, smiled at Liz, and turned to Ann, who was finishing her interjection. "...was going so well, we continued." "So, as crazy as it sounds, I'm walking around these nice people, who are all fully dressed, and I'm in just my new Vicky's, and they treat me as though there is nothing unusual. So I feel mostly normal, except every time I remember that I'm in my underwear, I get a little embarrassed, and well, a little excited. I mean, you couldn't see anything, but still. And everyone else is dressed, so it's only me." "But, I keep with it, and talking to people, you know, little groups keep pulling me to them, asking me questions, and we chat for a while, all very common, except I'm in my bra and panties. They were black, by the way. So I'm talking to these two couples, it's about one a.m. now, and I feel hands at my back, and I turn, and Ann is unhooking my bra." "Well, I just froze for a second, and she looked me in the eye, like, if this is going to be a problem, I won't do it, but then I told her, yes, go ahead, I think I'm ready. And so she unhooked me, and I slipped off my straps, and there they were. Ann gave me a little kiss on the cheek, and she whispered that I was doing great." Liz blushed a little. "She also said my tits looked great. That felt pretty good, and I think it helped me to continue." She glanced at Ann. "So I thanked her and turned back to the group. Topless. Tits just standing out there. And just like before, no change in conversation." "You'd think having my boobs out on display would be too much for me, right, but I think it was harder to be in my underwear. Being in my underwear was so far from being fully dressed in front people that it felt really different at first. Having my top off only felt a little more different than that. I guess it would have been more uncomfortable if everyone was staring at me, but they just acted like there was nothing unusual." "So you can guess, in another hour, there I am in my shoes and panties, there's Ann. This time I was allowed to keep my shoes off, though." She laughed a second. "As if that's relevant! I can't believe I mentioned the shoes!" Her face had an eager expression, and her eyes had that look again, the excitement Tom had noted before. "Taking off your panties in public is awkward, 'cause you have to bend down, at least a little. You can act like a fake strip tease, or you can act like you're home, but you can't act nonchalant. They kinda get stuck at your thighs, you know? That's when I felt embarrassed, because I had to bend over a little, and that stayed with me a little, for a while, and I had to resist covering myself with my hands. Covering my pussy. I did it for a few seconds, but then got my nerve back, and thought hell, if everyone else can act like I'm still dressed, so can I, and I resumed my mingling, but with my tits and ass and pussy for everyone to see." "It wasn't until about fifteen minutes later that the idea got into my head that I was naked in public, and that it was, well, a little erotic. At first I just denied it, but I couldn't deny my nipples getting hard, or my pussy getting moist. Wet, actually." As shocked as he was to hear his wife discuss her wet pussy, he had to admit, she was right. He was starting to feel a little aroused, too. "So when I couldn't deny it, I tried to control it, dismiss it, thinking, you know, like 'good girls wouldn't act like this', the type of thinking I was here to get away from. I started thinking, well, so what if it's making me hot? Is that so wrong? And I let myself go with it." She giggled. "Oh, Tom, you should've seen me! As soon as I committed to not avoiding it, it felt like I just gushed, and I started getting all hot, I swear, I thought I was going to orgasm right there in the room!" She beamed at him, and his arousal grew, his pants getting a little tight and uncomfortable. How was he going to adjust himself in front of these people? "A few minutes later I was subconsciously rubbing my legs together, I swear, while I was talking. The more I admitted I was getting excited, the hotter I got. Then Ann spotted me doing that, and she called everyone's attention." Liz turned to Ann, but Ann motioned for her to continue. "So she tells everyone thanks for their assistance tonight, they did a great job. She says the evaluation period is over, so we can all stop pretending that Liz is naked! And then she says, doesn't she look great? And people are yelling out compliments, great tits, nice ass, like that, and Ann says yes, she's pretty hot, and not just to look at, she says, if we let her keep going she's going to start playing with herself." "Oh my God, I could've died of embarrassment, until everyone started cheering. A room full of people, cheering for me being aroused, standing naked in the middle of the room, my pussy practically dripping, dying for, y'know, a little something, and they clap and cheer, like I'm going to masturbate in front of them." "Anyway, Ann turns to me, say we should start to get ready for phase two, and that I had about ten minutes, and I didn't know what she was talking about but I told her I needed the bathroom, and she got me a robe, and walked me out to the ladies room. Perfect timing, she said, we should be ready to start when we get back in." "Start what, I didn't know. I figured, we'd be wrapping up, seeing it was so late. When we came back to the room I saw I was wrong. While we're out the crowd has gotten folding chairs from a storage closet, and a bench, like a workout bench, is in the middle of the room, surrounded by the chairs, and Ann walks me to the bench, in the middle, and she takes my robe, and again, some cheering, and she tells me to lay down on the bench, on my back. So now I'm starting to get a little nervous, especially when I see everyone starting to sit, all around me, so crazy shit is going through my head, right?" She looked at Tom. "Just like the ideas that are probably going through your head, right Tom? And probably the same reaction, too. I didn't know whether to be crazy scared, or crazy excited. Hell, I thought they were going to gang me, and my old brain was going, 'run for your life', but my pussy was soaking and whispering, 'come on, baby!' So I lay down, and Ann pulls a chair up next to me, and says, relax, there's no sex tonight. We're just doing some personal housekeeping.' And I see Darla bringing up this little suitcase, like a beauty kit." "So she sets up her stuff, and she shaves me. My legs, under my arms," she paused, just a second, "and then she shaves my pussy, and even my ass, completely bald. While everyone was watching." Tom knew his mouth was open, and he closed it, but it was too late. Liz saw his look of disbelief. So did Ann, and Robert and everyone else, and Tom was wondering if it was really true, because damn that would be really hot, but she's got to be pulling one over on him, there was no way... but man, if it was ... nice! He realized that his dick was completely hard, and tenting uncomfortably, and that everyone could see that, too. "Liz," Robert said, "I think your husband wants to believe your story, but doesn't quite." He paused as Liz turned to face him. "Would you please show him?" And Tom sat there, as his wife; his innocent, naïve and a little uptight, beautiful young wife, smiled like she won a prize, and sat back in her chair, kicked off her shoes, pulled up her skirt and lifted her knees, placing her heels on the front of the chair cushion, and spread her legs right at him, and sure enough there was her sweet pussy, completely hairless, from her belly down past her little rosebud asshole which was peeking from between her cheeks. Her smooth shaved lips were partly open, exposing her inner moisture, even as the lips glistened with wetness. She's excited, he saw, she's showing her shaved pussy to the whole room, and she's getting hot about it. As hot as me. "It looks great, doesn't it? They say that most women are never comfortable with their pussy, the way it looks. I used to not really like it, but now I think it looks great, right?" Her arms extended around the base of her thighs, and her hands gently stroked the channel between her leg and crotch, pressing her lips together, then separating then slightly. "And it feels great, too. After it was done Ann made me touch it, to see how smooth it was, and it felt so sexy." Her fingertips played lightly at the lips, just grazing them with a polished nail, a delicate index finger stroking the lip from the base, to the top. "Do you like it, Tom? I like it. I bet you like it even more than me. Can you believe that your good little girl wife is showing her shaved pussy to the whole room? I see it's having an effect of you," she giggled. "All right, Liz, stop teasing," Ann interrupted. Tom didn't know whether to thank her or slap her! "Put that away for now. And by the way, you're right, it's lovely." Tom could hear the smile in Ann's voice. He watched Liz close her legs and put her feet back on the floor, still smiling at him, then smoothing her skirt and sitting up properly. "You can believe what Liz is telling you, Mr. Raines. It's understandable that you might have doubts, no matter how much you want to believe it." He turned to her, saw the grin. "Following Liz's grooming, we stopped for the night, but based on our evaluation of her behavior, we selected an accelerated program for the overnight. Each night, as Liz slept, we used audio programs to recondition her thinking and attitudes. Normally we start more slowly, but we deemed Liz to be more receptive and motivated." "Over the next days we used a combination of extended wake periods of physical activity to break down her mental and emotional resistance, in effect, to remove her negative resistance towards sex, leaving a void. At night we would replace them with her desired attitudes. Then the next morning we would begin the day by reinforcing the new attitude with corresponding behavior, then proceed to repeat the process, each day increasing the level of activity, and extending her acceptance level." "Are you saying ..." "Liz," Robert said, "do you think he's ready." "I'm pretty sure, Robert." "Ann?" Ann glanced at the tent in Tom's pants. "I'd say he's ready." "All right, Liz, you may tell him now." "I had sex, Tom. A lot. A real lot." Tom's head began swimming a little, and he felt his chest tighten, and the momentary panic sensation conflicted with the raging hard-on he was sporting. Holy shit! Liz had sex with other people? "I had a lot of sex, with a lot of people, in a lot of different ways, and Tom, let me tell you, it was incredible. Each day they would have sex with me for hours at a time, then take a break, then go for hours more, sometimes more than twenty-four hours. They would just keep going till I was exhausted, and passed out from cumming, and couldn't move my body anymore and they just kept waking me up, and going at me, over and over." She spoke with a wonder and admiration in her voice. As though she were recalling her fondest childhood birthday. "They made me do everything, things I was afraid of, thing I didn't like. Things I never ever dreamed of." She grinned again. "And they made me do it until I wasn't afraid or surprised, and then they'd keep doing it until I enjoyed, and then liked it and then wanted it. It was so wild, and so hot. Sometimes a little scary. But mostly hot." Her voice lowered, but became more defined. "I swear I thought I would die from orgasms at first. Then after a few days I couldn't cum anymore, and they worked me until I could. Then they wouldn't let me, they would bring me to the edge and stop, for like ten hours they denied me, until I was begging, crying, and they made me earn it. When I finally came I passed out and didn't wake up till the next day." Fourteen Day Program It was his wife's voice, and her face, and her smile. But the words coming out, the expression on her face, just the fact that she was talking openly about sex, and in front of other people, and that she was saying she's been fucked senseless for the last two weeks! His cock was rock hard, almost painfully, and he felt his hips involuntarily pushing up, trying to fuck his cock into his pants, searching for stimulation. If all she had learned to do was talk like this he would agree to anything. My God, if she actually did it? "Tom?" "Huh?" "Wow, where'd you go just now? I was asking if you were okay, did you want me to stop, or go on?" "Oh, sorry, yes. Please. Let's continue." "All right," Ann began, "so as the physical treatments continued to increase, we would use..." "Ann?" Tom interrupted. "Yes?" "I'm sorry. Please don't take this the wrong way. I'm sure the technical details are important, and probably interesting. But I haven't seen my wife in two weeks, and I'd like to hear a little more of her story. No offense." "None taken," she grinned. "I'm with you." "Liz, could you tell me some more?" And Liz just sat there. Not angry, or embarrassed, or frustrated or uncomfortable. Just sat. "Liz?" "Yes?" "Did you hear me? I'd like to hear more of your story." "I heard you." "Liz," Robert offered, "Tell your husband about the different days." "Oh, Tom, no two days were the same. One day would be all fucking all day, just lubing my swollen cunt and fucking me senseless, filling me, with cum dripping out of me, the next morning I was so sore and swollen I had to put an ice pack on my pussy!" She laughed, and waved it away. "One day was just blowjobs. One was group sex. One day they had these four guys," she blurted, excitedly, "and only these four, but they all had these gigantic cocks, holy shit, you should have seen them, they were enormous. I didn't think I'd ever walk again, but they fit. A lot. It was unbelievable," she gushed. "Another day they wouldn't feed me. They just gave me water, and said that if I was hungry, I could eat cum. I pretended to hold out. But it was pretend, and long before I was hungry I was having it shot in my mouth, I was licking it off my tits, off cocks, even off the floor. I scooped it out of my own pussy and swallowed it. With my hands, like this." She motioned a scooping action. "Another day I could only have sex with women. Yeah! True!" She showed a knowing grin. "You like that, right?" "Absolutely!" "So you'll take me home?" "Without a doubt!" "Good to hear, Mr. Raines," Robert interjected, "but we are not yet ready for your commitment, although wanting to is half the battle. We were relatively certain that you would want to, very few idiots decide they do not. But wanting isn't enough, you have to also be willing." At that moment the door opened, and Darla entered with two men, both late twenties, fit and handsome. Was there anyone here who wasn't physically attractive? Darla wore an oversized white terrycloth bathrobe, the men were in sweats and tee shirts. "Sorry I'm late, everyone," she said, leaning down to Liz, kissing her on the cheek. "Did I miss anything?" "We were just about to wrap up," Robert replied, "perfect timing." Each of the two men kissed Liz on the cheek as well, each pausing to tell her something Tom couldn't hear. Each time she smiled, and responded, touching their arms as she spoke. Tom wondered if these men had fucked Liz. The two men stepped away, and took seats at the small conference table with William and Jason. Liz turned to Tom. "Oh, Tom, I'm sorry, that was Martin and Roland, they were two of my trainers this week." She turned to them, "Martin, Roland, this is my husband, Tom." The two men nodded, smiled. Tom waved, still wondering, imagining Liz sucking their cocks, fucking them. And wondering why that image turned him on. "Mr. Raines, we are nearly finished here. You seem anxious to take Liz home. Before telling you the conditions of our agreement, let me remind you: you are about to enjoy a sexual journey the likes of which most men dare not even dream. Your imagination now cannot stretch enough to encompass what your future can bring. You are a very, very fortunate man." He paused, and Tom wondered if he was supposed to respond, but Robert continued. "We briefly demonstrated that Liz will enthusiastically do whatever we tell her. Upon your agreement, we will instruct her to follow your instructions as well. Your control of her is limited to areas of a sexual nature, where ours is not. Your control of her is conditional to our control. You may not use your control to eliminate our control; she will tell us if you try. Condition one is that while we give you that control, we do not relinquish ours. If at any time you violate the terms of the agreement, we will revoke you permission to instruct Liz, and we will take her from you. It will be as simple as calling her and telling her to come here. She will." Tom hesitated, then was about to speak up, when Robert spoke again, smiling. "Let me remind you. Your wildest dreams fulfilled with enthusiasm. Fantasies you haven't thought of yet. Ann," inclined his head, to her, and motioned to Tom, "would you open Mr. Raines' pants and give Liz a hand?" He turned to Liz. "Liz, dear, would you crawl over to your husband and suck his cock?" As Liz slid slowly off the front of the chair, her skirt rode up, once again exposing her smooth shaved pussy, just briefly, before dropping to her hands and knees, looking up at him hungrily. Tom was so stunned by the vision of her exposed lips he almost didn't feel Ann pulling at his belt and zipper. Liz seductively crawled the few paces to the couch, arriving as Ann opened Tom's pants and pulled the zipper down, allowing his erection to tent in his briefs. He looked in his wife's eyes, watched as she licked her lips. Then Ann pulled the elastic of his briefs down, freeing his cock, and as she grabbed it by the base, his hips lifted slightly, allowing his pants and briefs to slip below his butt. "I love sucking cock, Tom," Liz cooed, "and right now I am going to suck your cock." Ann pointed Tom's member at Liz's mouth as Liz inched closed. He could feel her breath as she spoke. She licked the tip. "You ready, baby?" Tom couldn't even nod before his wife lowered her head, pushing her mouth down over Tom's rod, and he groaned as he felt his straining member surrounded by the wet heat of his wife's lovely mouth. She pushed down, until he felt his head bump the back of her mouth, then she waggled her head back and forth, swirling the shaft in her mouth. Tom thought he would explode from sheer excitement, never mind the stimulation. Liz pulled her mouth off with a pop, and talked as Ann rubbed the saliva-slicked tool on her face. "Is it bothering you for me to take your dick in my mouth in front of everyone?" "Not as much as I would have thought," he managed. And he grinned, and she grinned back, and plunged her head back down. "Liz, don't make him cum." Robert called out. "All right, while you enjoy your blowjob, Mr. Raines, try to pay attention. Condition two, you must continue to exercise Liz's conditioning. Challenge her boundaries, stretch her skill set. If you allow her to fall out of practice, we will have to retrain her, and I assure you that you will not get her back. Tom was enjoying the greatest blowjob he'd ever dreamed of. He heard Robert speaking, understood the words, and it briefly registered that he could lose his wife if he didn't keep having sex with her. He muttered assent to Robert's statement, but was distracted; Ann had a fistful of Liz's hair, forcing her mouth down on his cock, Liz was making gagging sounds, and spit was drooling out of her mouth, onto his balls. Ann released her then, and Liz pulled her head up, inhaling a gulp of air and grinning proudly. "All right, Liz," Robert said, "take a break. Darla, come over here and suck your Tom's dick." Liz scooted to the side as Darla approached. Tom was momentarily disoriented. "And drop the robe, please." Darla opened the robe as she arrived, stark naked underneath, and stood in front of Tom, allowing his eyes to drink in a vision that had been fantasy for years. Darla smiled, fondled her own medium-sized breasts, pinched her own nipples, and Tom's eyes travelled down her body to her shaved mound, lips glistening between shapely thighs. "Mr. Raines, I do appreciate you chiming in that you agree to the second condition," Robert continued as Darla dropped to her knees. Liz's best friend was going to suck his cock right in front of Liz! "And if you want to agree to each one separately, I have no objection to that." Darla pushed Ann's hand away, grasped his shaft, and dropped her mouth onto his dick. "But at the end, you'll have to agree to the total anyway, so you may as well save your effort." Darla's head plunged up and down, her mouth and hands employing long, wet strokes on his hard meat. "So just acknowledge that you've heard each condition, and you understand, all right?" Tom grunted, managed a 'yes', and returned his attention to Darla's slurping lips and tongue. "Darla, not too quickly, all right?" Darla pulled her mouth off, stroking him with both hands while she spoke, but stared into Tom's eyes the whole time. "All right, but I want to feel his cum shooting into my mouth." She leaned down, ran her tongue around the tip. "And you will, but not quite yet, Hold out a bit longer, all right? And Darla, don't swallow." "OK." "Thank you dear." And Darla went back to work, and Tom heard a groan, and realized it was him groaning. "While you're at it though, could you lift up your butt a little?" Without missing a beat, Darla adjusted her position to raise her hips up. "Liz, please take care of your friend." "Condition three," Robert continued, as Tom watched his wife crawl behind her best friend, and disappear from view as she lay on her back. "Complete discretion." He saw Liz's hands reach up from underneath to embrace Darla's butt cheeks. "You will tell no one, ever, what you know of this place and this organization." Tom heard and felt Darla moan on his dick, pushing her head down, licking the underside as she sucked. "We have kept you're your knowledge limited, so you have little that you can say. But you will say nothing, to anyone, ever." Darla's hips were moving slightly now, and Liz's hands pressed to hold her still, and pull her down. "Everyone who comes here comes under different circumstances, with different needs, different desires. You are here because of your wife's circumstances. You friend Darla is the only other person you know here, yet her circumstances are different from your wife's. She is here not for her husband, but in spite of him." Darla lifted her mouth from Tom's cock, and a string of saliva stayed connected as she spoke. "I love him Tom, but he doesn't see sex like I do. He knows I do something to keep myself entertained, but he doesn't know what. Oh!" Her eyes opened wide as she exclaimed. "Oh, fuck, your wife can lick pussy!" She pushed her hips down. "Suck my cunt, you slut!" Looking up at Tom, she grinned, stroking his cock slowly. "Never dreamed she'd do something like this, eh?" She licked all around the tip of his cock. "You think that's wild?" Lick. "You wanna know something?" Lick. "I got fucked before I came in here." Lick. "She's sucking the cum out of my pussy!" Big lick. "And my ass, too!" And she devoured his cock again, as Tom's head swam in amazement. "Our privacy is critical. If you say anything, to anyone, we will take Liz from you, and ruin you. Do you understand?" Robert's words barely registered as his brain stretched to imagine his wife licking cum from her friend's pussy and ass, holy shit, that was so nasty, so wild, so fucking hot! He thought he might cum, but Darla backed off a bit, and he subsided a little. His innocent, timid wife was, she was ... amazing! Tom absently nodded his assent. "Good, then. Only two more to go. Jason?" Jason stood up from the table in the corner, slipped off his shoes, and began removing his tee shirt and pants. As he stripped, Robert continued. "Condition four. One year from now Liz will bring us a new candidate. She will start looking immediately, among friends, co-workers, even family." Jason, now naked, walked towards Darla and Liz. His cock was hard, and stood out daringly. "She should focus on someone slightly younger than herself. She should have a few prospects within six months." Tom had never seen an erect cock so close before, but Darla's mouth kept him from being uncomfortable. Jason stepped closer. Was he going to fuck Darla while Liz was licking her pussy? "One year from now she will make arrangements to bring her candidate here, and assist in her program, as Darla has done for her." Jason stood at Liz's feet, dropped to his knees, and using both hands, pulled Liz's knees up and apart, pushing her skirt up, exposing her spread, wet pussy. Holy shit, Tom thought, he's going to fuck my wife, right in front of me. "You will not participate nor object to Liz's selection or obligations. Do you understand?" He barely registered his head nodding. His eyes were glued to the sight just beyond the twin globes of Darla's ass. Having never seen another man's erection before, he stared enraptured as the swollen purple head of Jason's cock approached the spread and glistening lips of his Liz's waiting pussy. He saw her hip clench upwards towards the giant tool. He saw her muscles flinch as the head first made contact, touching her swollen clit; he heard her grunt into Darla's cum-filled cunt, even as Darla slobbered over Tom's rod. He watched then, as the pussy of the woman he married, opened and slowly received the head of another man's cock. Not understanding why he wasn't furious (although his dick in Darla's mouth helped sway his emotions), he stared transfixed as the stiff rod slowly, slowly pushed it's way into his wife's cunt. He watched her lips pulled in with the pressure, watched her opening stretch to accommodate the stiff pole. Each inch entered, then pulled slightly back, showing her juices glistening on the shaft; then to re-enter, deeper, until only the base remained outside, and then his pubic mound met hers, and she was completely filled. "Condition five," Robert announced at the edge of Tom's hearing. Darla's noisy blowjob was being drowned out by the sound of flesh slapping flesh, wet impact noises, and Liz's muffled grunts. Jason fucked Liz, slowly at first, with long, full shaft insertions, extracting his full length, then pushing it back inside, a little faster now. "From time to time, we will contact Liz and direct her to attend an event, either here, or in some other location. She will receive one week's notice. In the event of personal obligations she, and only she, can excuse herself." Jason stopped his full strokes, realigned his weight, and suddenly began slamming himself full force into Liz's eager hole. She barked surprise and pleasure, and her hands suddenly pushed Darla's hip up and off her face, and she cried out her delight at the punishing force of the cock fucking her. "The events may last an overnight, to several days. Illness, family emergencies, and the like, will be accepted as excuses. 'My husband doesn't want me to' is not an excuse. During these events, make no mistake, we will have our way with her, and she will have hers with us." The thrill of seeing his wife in ecstasy was too much for Tom, and he felt his balls clenching, threatening their explosion. His hips thrust involuntarily, pushing his dick into the back of Darla's mouth. Surprised, she pulled off and grinned at him. "You're gonna cum soon, right Tom? You like watching her fuck? You wanna see her cum from that cock? You wanna see her pussy filled with cum while you fill my mouth?" The filthy encouragement was all Tom need to push him over the edge, and his hips flexed, and his ass clenched as his balls exploded, and he felt like his entire body was cumming. He bellowed uncontrollably as his jizz rushed up his cock, to be met by Darla's mouth, and he unloaded, shooting blast after blast of hot, creamy cum into her eager mouth, as she cooed her approval. At the edge of his hearing he sensed Liz's voice, calling out her orgasm, in urgent and vile terms. "Oh, fuck, fucking make me cum, fuck my slut cunt!" And then she was yelling too, a howl of uncontrollable pleasure and release, bucking against Jason's crotch as he held her legs up and out, and pounded her, and then he, too, was bellowing his ejaculation as he loaded her pussy with his semen, plunging deep, filling her to overflowing. Darla pulled her mouth off Tom's cock, a drop of cum dripping out, and shifted her leg over Liz's head, kneeling to the side. She looked at Tom, grinned tight-lipped, then opened her mouth, showing him all his cum, pooled in her mouth, her tongue playing in it. She closed it again, and as Liz came down from her orgasm, Darla leaned over Liz's face, took her chin in her right hand, and held her mouth still. Liz looked up, saw Darla, and opened her mouth. Darla opened hers, slowly, and Tom's cum load dripped from Darla's open mouth, to land on Liz's extended tongue, and lips, and cheeks and into her mouth. "Mr. Raines." Tom gaped in conflicted arousal at the woman who used to be his wife, the naïve and sweet girl he married, whose sexual spectrum ran only from A to B, lying there, a cum-coated cock slipping out of her sloppy and exposed shaved pussy, while she licked the remaining drips of Tom's cum from her friends lips and chin. What a filthy, nasty slut, he thought. I can't wait to get her home! Damn, she's hot! "Mr. Raines." Jason stood now, and Liz sat up, but before helping her to her feet, offered her his cum dripping tool, fresh from her pussy, and she opened her mouth and sucked it in, noisily slurping their combined juices off the softening flesh. Then he offered his hand, and helped her to her feet. She smoothed her skirt before taking her seat. "Mr. Raines!" Tom was startled out of his reverie, and turned to Robert, who was grinning appreciatively. "You," he said, "are about to be a lucky man." He nodded, then resumed. "So, you've heard the conditions. Do you agree to them all?" "Well, the one about ..." "Mr. Raines ..." "Yes. Absolutely, no question. I agree." "Good then. Ann, William, please take Liz next door, extend the authority to her husband, and then bring her out to the lobby." The three of them rose, and as Ann and William headed for the door, Liz stopped by Tom, bent, and kissed him gently, delicately, and he smelled the lingering odor of semen on her breath, even as he felt the slick coating on her lips. He wondered if it was his, or Jason's, or whoever's was in Darla. He knew instantly that he didn't care, and watched her walk to the door.