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E110: Subject B – Tuesday night
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E110: Subject B – Tuesday night Emma is so enjoying Donald’s finger attention to her. She always has, but today, him trying to redeem himself with her it seems he is paying extra close attention to making sure he does perfectly hit each wonder spot. She ponders if this is how he did it the first time with Subject A to get her to appreciate her desires. And when he looks up at her and asks if he could please pleasure his mistress with his tongue, Emma knows she is in for an extraordinary experience. And it is. Donald spreads her labia wide sucking on each to swell them. Then the inner ones the same. When they are pink and puffy, only then, after licking and nibbling at her inner thighs some, does he move into Emma’s pleasure dome. He displays the advanced skills he has developed over the years, making Emma moan and arch as she cums three times in quick succession. Donald is always good with his oral play, but today he is outdoing himself in his search for redemption. She is withering on the couch from his devote attention. She feels his hardening cock on her calf as he leans in for more, and the dripping of precum is evident as he, like a in heat, humps her leg as he licks and sniffs her. “Donald be good,” Emma warns him. And then pulls him away a bit and tells him to go stand in the corner. As he stands facing the wall near the fireplace, he hears Emma moving around some. He would love to know what she is doing but knows he dares not peek. And then as if Emma can now read his mind, she is standing behind him, and moving the mask over his eyes to block out all light. That same mask he used on her that first night. Everything seems to be circling around in the other direction now. Donald can hear Emma move away and her typing on her laptop. ‘What is she doing?’ Donald wonders. Emma, thorough and resourceful as she has become, she spends an hour searching and ordering things to add to this new regime between them as Donald stands facing the wall. Some will be delivered tomorrow, others it will be a few days. But the important ones will be here in the morning to start things rolling. When she finishes and closes her laptop, she walks over to Donald standing with his hands behind his neck in good submissive position. She runs her finger from the nap of his neck up and down his spine, sending tingles through his body. Down over his crack to his ass hole to press against it some before rising again. It only takes four or five rounds of this for Donald to begin to harden. Emma takes his shaft in her hand and squeezes it and jerks it, but whispers in Donald’s ear, “You can enjoy this but do not cum. Not until I tell you that you can.” Donald nods his head in understandment. The feelings running through him, as he is blindfolded seem more intense. What otherwise would have been a thoroughly enjoyable experience, now bring goosebumps rising all over him as he feels these waves of electric currents pulsing through his body. His concentration on not cumming making the experience even more powerful. A little precum does drip from his glans. Emma spanks his cheeks gently a couple of times and says, “What is this?” She wipes the precum on her fingers and raises them to Donald’s mouth the lick. Donald has licked his precum with Emma before but in a very different way; being forced to lick his own cum now makes his mind reel. Emma is taking to this role like a fish to water. She removes his blindfold, and he blinks at the light, adjusting to it. Emma tells him to get her a drink and then assume his position by the couch. It is time for telling about his next subject. He does as directed and Emma soon has a scotch on the rocks beside her, Donald between her legs, again stroking her thighs and cunt to make her wet and happy. ‘So Donald, I take the next subject was Subject B. When did this happen, and what was her ‘condition’ you helped her with?” Emma asks him. Donald clears his throat, and Emma gives him a sip of the drink, and he begins: Yes, Subject B was the focus of my doctoral dissertation while I was at Dartmouth College for the next three years. Well not with her the full time, just six months. She was a woman in her fifties, and I was just in my mid to late twenties, so it was interesting the age gap but did add some to my research. She was post-menopausal and had been married for only a few years in her thirties. That marriage was unsatisfying to her as she never relaxed enough to enjoy sex with her husband. That I would learn later, but how she came under my scope was from the random surveying I was having conducted for my mentor as I studied there. At that time, some of the interns would conduct mall research of a very mild nature to get some cross-sections about peoples preferences and interests. When approached by an intern, who did each has specific criteria as to who to invite, the person could say yes or not interested in participating. In itself, the number of individuals who agreed was gratifying. If they agreed they would be taken to a closed-off shop which we set up as a research lab of sorts. There were separated stations for individuals to sit and complete the half-hour survey. They were asked to choose the answer to each question which closes fit their inclinations. Some were more demographic; some basic information about their beliefs and attitudes in general; and others interspersed were as I said, mildly, geared towards sexual likings. After they completed the survey, they would be taken to another area where monitors were attached to their forehead and chest area. Then for about fifteen minutes, they watched a series of pictures which on the surface appeared normal but if look at in the right way or have certain penchants the individual might see something different, and their heart rate and such would change. That was what was monitored. When they finished, we gave them a card and brochure about our department at the university, explaining how the research would be used. We never asked for contact information from any of the survey responders, we had the data about their age, race, sex, etc., but did not want them to feel hesitant in their answers because we knew who they were. The geographical element was derived from where we conducted the research. Yes, some might be visitors to the area, but we factored that in. If individuals had interesting responses to the survey and pictures, they would be encouraged to contact us if they had questions or interest in doing further, more intense, studies with us. Subject B was one of those invited. Her survey answers were rather repressed in nature, but her response to the pictures, almost all of them, showed she was rather aroused by all she saw. Later in the study with me, I asked her about that day, and she did admit that when she left, she felt this wetness between her legs, something she never really had before. “But that is getting ahead in the story some,” Donald finishes. He pauses long enough to kiss and lick Emma’s inner thighs to get her to moan deeply as his fingers work their way up to the cavern of sweet nectar he so wants right now but knows it will be denied him until this recitation is finished. But for now, he can feel the lovely juices drip on his fingers as he rubs up and down Emma’s slit. He returns to the story of Subject B: All of the data was compiled and analyzed, giving us a good cross-section of at least the New England area, which was in itself an interesting demographic. Later these studies would be conducted around the United States, covering individuals from eighteen to ninety-five for a larger pool to compare and contrast different data groups. It is interesting that all of the sex research centers and institutes did all reside in rather puritanical areas, Missouri, Indiana, central Illinois, us now here in the deeper south. While we all do study the more urban and forward areas of the country, to really understand the general population’s views, desires, and needs doing so in these locations did give a better feeling for the general public. When I reviewed Subject B’s responses, I hoped I would be able to interview her more about these major contradictions. But as we never asked any of the survey takers their names or contact information, rather leave the door open to contact us, I could only wish for her to contact us. After about a month she did call, and after working her way through preliminaries with others, she was brought to me for a full interview. That was when I learned about her past and lack of sex life. I explored things with her, just discussing what she did, what made her happy, the public views she expressed about things. Then we got to the guts of the matter. Forget the prim and proper front she displayed, what did Subject B really feel and desire? I had her watch the initial slides again and tell me what she was seeing. She was very hesitant at first just saying she saw the landscape and tree. I pushed her then to ask did she see the couple, naked, laying together? She blushed and admitted she did. The first few pictures went like that, me probing her to say what was there. Soon though she was admitting to what she saw immediately as the slide appeared. About halfway through, I asked her what she was feeling looking at these pictures. She stuttered some then admitted she felt that wetness between her legs again. I just patted her hand and told her that should be expected. After we finished, I first scientifically explained why she had these physical reactions to viewing the pictures. And then asked if she would let me examine her to see just how aroused she had become. It took her a minute to agree to that. We went into an examining room, and I had her get up on the table on her back. I put on rubber gloves and then rubbed her stomach a little to calm her before I lifted her dress to above her waist. As she lifted herself as requested, I took down her pantyhose – with some difficulty as they were control tops – and then her panties to her knees. I told her to just relax as it seemed for the first time she felt someone’s fingers spread her labia and run up and down her slit. (I learned that the man she married, and the only man she ever was with, was more of a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am type guy who never touched her below the waist, and only rarely her breasts even). I could see her shivering from my touch, even in a clinical way. I asked her if she responded this way when she had a GYN examination and in a small voice, she admitted she tried to hide it then but did feel this strange sensation run through her, which she never understood. “You are a bit wet; I think you would be more, but you have denied yourself such pleasure for so long,” I told her as I stepped back and removed my glove. The sigh of disappointment that it was already over was very apparent. I helped her pull her panties and stocking up on her, and we went back to my office to conclude our interview. There I asked her if she would like to be a subject in a very special, and intimate, study to see if we could help her enjoy sex more so. She jumped at the chance. It seemed that just that little she felt from looking at the pictures had made her realize what doors could open for her and what possibilities there were. We arranged that we would have three hours sessions to start, three times a week. I had a woman assistant explain the detail to her, what would be happening when her appointments were scheduled, and now, detailed contact information, physical and medical information, and such. At this point, Donald realizes he is spending much of the time over this subject just giving background information, and from the look on Emma’s face, while she is interested in the build-up, she is getting impatient for him to get to the nitty-gritty. He moves to start serious finger and tongue play in Emma’s slit, which is so damp from his stroking her as he talked. He reaches for a towel they now keep near the couch for times like this, and as Emma lifts herself a little, Donald spreads it under her to catch what he does not devour. Emma leans back and moans as two of Donald’s fingers slide up into her vag, and he leans to lick and suck her clit. Biting it gently to make it balloon some. Pitching her labia some to get the blood flowing there adding to all she is feeling. His tongue leaves her clit for a second to run up and down her slit, gathering her juices to wettens her clit with lubrication as he returns to feed on it. Emma is enjoying the attention Donald’s is paying to her. She lifts and spreads her knees, so her feet are now on the sofa cushion. Leaning back as she is, Donald has a delightful view of Emma’s throbbing cunt and even her honey pot which seems to be calling him. He twists some so while his fingers are still in Emma’s vag dancing around, his head and tongue lower to lick up to her rosebud so sweet and inviting looking. Emma gasps at his first lick around her rectum. “Oh, oh,” she cries out. The caress of his tongue teasing her ass so, sticking in her a little as he fully rims her, while his fingers move expertly in her are sending vibrations through her whole body. How wonderful a feeling. It is not long before Emma is gasping and mewing from the attention she is receiving. Donald, as her sex slave, it is so rewarding an experience. She wonders how long she can keep him this way. But then remembers what she has planned and knows she will stick to the timetable. Emma raises her arms over her head, spread her legs as wide as she can, her back begins arching, and Donald feels her throb against his finger. Grasping and holding them like a vice. Emma cries out in the lust she feels as Donald takes her over the abyss. She is trembling so, he slows and moves away realizing after such a release, continue contact gets to be almost painful. Full of pleasure, but so tender now. Donald goes and fixes her another drink as she composes herself, and then back to his spot against Emma’s knee, he continues his saga: At Subject B’s first session, she was directed into a study room. The lights were lowered just to give a warm glow, there was a larger bed with just a sheet on it in the center of the room. The assistant handed her a robe and instructed her to get undressed and put the robe on. She was given fifteen minutes to get ready. I came into the room, put latex gloves on. I figured trying to keep things as an ‘exam’ at first would help her. I told her to lay down, and I sat on the side of the bed. As I looked her in the eyes, I slide my hand under her robe to feel her right breast. I shook my head at her as she had not taken her bra off (and I was sure her panties were still on also). “When you are told to undress for these sessions, it means you fully undress, we were offering you a robe to wear for the first few times to get comfortable with this. But if you are not willing to follow simple directions then I don’t see why we should take this further,” I told her in a stern voice as I removed my hand. She had gasped when I had touched her, and almost whimpered when I removed my hand. There were tears forming in her eyes, hearing my admonishment. “I’m sorry, I just was…” she stuttered to me. I knew she was in a very sub place at that moment, and for her own enjoyment, in the end, I decided to make a point of it. I told her to get dressed, and I would ‘give her one more chance’ at her next appointment to see if she was worth continuing with and left the room. The assistant that showed her out a few minutes later reported she had tears streaming down her face as she left and begged them to tell me that she would do as required on the next visit. In a way, that was an even better beginning than if we would have worked through the first session. Donald does not see, but Emma gives a wry grin and thinks to herself, ‘So his total dominant nature and unconcern for other’s feels from the beginning are apparent. And in his relating to me about these Subjects he does not even know how telling about him it is.’ The next session, when I went into the room, she was already laying on the bed, the robe a bit parted at the top to show she did not have underwear on. The hopeful look on her face told it all. I picked up where we were to have started a couple days before. I put the gloves on, reached into her robe and began to squeeze, rub, fondle her breast. Moving toward the nipple to pinch it before switching to the second breast. Her breathing got heavy quickly, and a flush came over her face. “Tell me what you are feeling if you like what is happening, does it hurt you, pleasure you?” I said to her. There was a camera and microphone recording all that happened each time in the room. That was standard practice in the studies from this point on. To document how the subject responded from the start. Subject B, nor any of them knew really, feeling if they did it might inhibit them. Oh, it was mentioned in the general release they signed when starting, but rather hidden in all the formal lingo so not to alarm them. She began to talk, shyly at first, telling me she liked the feel of my hand on her. I moved to rub her stomach before returning back to fondle her breasts more. This session was just touching her upper body to see the results. After about 40 minutes of such attention, I made her lift her legs and spread them, and I did run a finger up and down her slit to see how wet she was. More so than when she just looked at the pictures. Things went on this way for several weeks of visits, moving to different areas, at first just touching and caressing her. Each time by the end, she would be wetter than the last time. By the second week, I would begin and end each of her sessions by taking her temperature to see if the attention to her had an effect that way. Yes, anally, as that gave a better, more local shall we say, reading. That embarrassed her immensely but seemed to add to the enjoyment she was starting to feel. She did take to trying to lift her arms to my neck and pull me to her to kiss, but as long as just the finger play continued, I would not allow anything oral between us. I did always watch when she arrived in the lobby for a session, and within three weeks, she, in her own way, began to shed her dowdy appearance and dress more provocatively. There was a swing in her hips now, and her usually grim look was replaced with a shy smile when she entered. I knew it was time then. She now undressed and laid naked on the bed awaiting the start of our session each time. She would be wet when I came into the room in her anticipation. That day after some touching and fingering, the gloves were now gone, for the most part, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Her excitement at that was outstanding. Her moans and whimpers filled the room, and after sucking on each for a while and I moved down licking her stomach and hips, she was wiggling so to feel my lapping at her. I reached her mons, and as I explore it with my tongue, my fingers played in her dripping slit. She was on fire now. Her cunt was actually hot to my touch. This woman, Subject B, had come so far in her evolution in such a short time. I moved and licked her slit, stuck my tongue up in her vag, and concentrated on her clit. She screamed with ecstasy. I think that was her first, fully charge orgasm. She had cum before from my touch, but those were just a build-up to what she then felt. That session ended. I documented it all, including her temperature rising a degree from the experience. Which was interesting. Subjects would often become flushed, and their skin warmed, but the actual physical evidence that it did change the body was so interesting. Again Emma just somewhat shakes her head, hearing how analytical Donald describes his sexual interaction with his subjects. Donald tries to wind up the account quickly now, he wants to pleasure, or be pleasured, if his mistress decides, so much now. His cock is getting hard again, not from remembering Subject B but from Emma’s lushest<b> scent. </font></b>His head against her thigh, facing her beautiful, inviting pussy, he can sniff in the heady smell of her juices. Things moved quickly forward with Subject B. She had reached the state where she was aroused and enjoyed the pleasure being directed towards her. Again it was time for her to move a step forward past the set boundaries she had for herself but were now removing. After a few minutes of finger and tongue play on her, I had her sit up on the side of the bed with me standing between her legs. She looked up and me questioning as her face was so close to my pants fly right now. “Open it,” I told her. And after a slight nod of her head she did as told. My cock bounced out at her, actually knocking against her nose from being released. She lowered my pants and underwear to the floor, where I stepped out of them. I lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it beside my pants. I told her to hold my shaft in one hand squeezing and jerking it and her other hand massage my balls. During earlier sessions, besides the physical part, she would watch different videos of people interacting in foreplay and intercourse in all styles for her to become accustomed to such things. She was monitored while she did, like with the original slides. And her actual arousal from each she was watching carefully observed. I knew that she was very aroused by oral play, so after having her jerk me to get me hard, I told her to take my glans into her mouth. She looked up at me with a trace of fear in her eyes but leaned and did take it in and began to suck it. After a few minutes, I told her to take more and more in, which she did, choking a bit, but trying her best. She wasn’t bad for a beginner. The next time, I had her lay on her back and suck me as I began to first finger her, and then lick and suck her. She was moaning from the start and didn’t really concentrate on multi-tasking, but her a really strong orgasm came within a few minutes of my lapping at her clit. Juices poured from her, more than probably she ever experienced. I forgot to mention, after her and my private physically sessions, and before her hour or so watching the videos being monitored, she would meet with one of my female assistants who documented what she felt, enjoyed, made her uncomfortable or did not like during each of her visits. All told, each of her appointments at the research center were for about three hours. She kept returning, even though at first she claimed she did not like it at all. After a few times letting her say that, the interviewer confronted her about her assertion of not enjoying, but continued return. She broke down and admitted she liked, even craved for it all. So her final session was upon us. One time, and that one time only, I did screw her. After she sucked me, and I fingered her. A short oral from me making her start to tremble, I moved between her legs and told her it was time. She sniveled at me in such an aroused state to please, please, take her. I spread her legs wide and lifted them up to my shoulders and ran my hard cock up and down her slit, moistening it. Then I began to push the glans up in her vag. She squirmed and whimpered but let me keep pressing more up in her. She was rather tight and immediately did begin clamping against me with each thrust. Luckily she was wet enough to make it an easier go. I rammed in and out of her for several minutes as she shook and cried out. I think she came a couple of times before she got the better of me and I shot my wad up into her. She grabbed me around my neck as she spasmed one more time. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, the one and only time we did kiss. After she calmed, I quickly put my lab coat back on, which is all I wore for these sessions where there would be full interaction and left her. She had her follow-up interview, where she was told that we felt she was now ready to go out on her own and be able to meet someone who she could pleasure and they her in return. For about a month afterward she was a bit of a nuisance calling asking for please one more session, but then she finally realized there would be no more. Six months later when one of my researchers contacted her for an assessment of how things were for her now, she was cheerful and happy. She had met a man, and they did click together and had been enjoying each other’s company in every way. My second success for helping individuals reach their full potential. Emma laughed to herself once again about how pompous Donald could be about his research and successes. Perhaps some time being her sub will help him lose that need to be such a peacock about things at times. She has been enjoying his gentle stroking of her thighs and higher as he tells his tale, she herself is rather wet and wanting at the moment. During the telling of the story, Donald went between being rock hard to soft. Right now he is in the latter state. “Donald, stand,” Emma commands him, “If you can jerk yourself nice and hard within one minute you may fuck me, but if not hard by the end of the minute you will be required to jerk yourself for twenty minutes, without cumming.” Donald jumps in surprise at the command, but quickly is facing Emma, his hand beating his cock. Never has he ever, jerked himself while someone is watching. He realizes what Emma is making him do, is what he had ordered her to do. He feels this sense of total humiliation, but at the same time something is stirring in him to have to do this for his mistress. He tries his hardest to become fully erect, but all these thoughts running through his head is making concentrating on the task he is to perform difficult. With only a couple of seconds to go, he does get himself in a well-aroused state. The warm smile Emma gives him as she leans back against the armrest and spread her thighs is all he needs for her approval to come between her legs and press into her. Emma’s warm and sticky cave around his dick is like feeling home again. |
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