CHAPTER 11:
I was poised to orgasm the moment I settled onto the machine. I felt a powerful, almost chaotic energy that invigorated me. The master clarified, "You are not permitted to orgasm without my explicit consent. You must seek authorization to achieve an orgasm."
My goal in attending therapy was to improve my ability to orgasm. So now I am prohibited from doing so?
He repeatedly turned the machine off and then back on. My pussy was yearning for an orgasm. I could sense the cream from my pussy beginning to seep out.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. When he opened it to greet the visitor, I instantly recognized her voice.
Cindy, my colleague, arrived and noticed me on the sybian, asking, "Orgasm control?"
I was taken aback to see Cindy. I later learned that as the individual who referred me, she was allowed to attend one session, either passively or actively, at her choice.
Her selected session was today, and she had been instructed not to inform me in advance. She decided to engage actively, which meant she had to comply with all of the master's rules and commands.
The master instructed Cindy, "You must follow the guidelines outlined in the program. Since we are all together, how about we head to the sports bar for a drink? After we return, we will both enjoy a delightful experience with Monica."
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Cindy and I entered the spacious stall together, although I did not genuinely need to use the restroom.
While in the stall, I recounted to Cindy: "Two weeks ago, I experienced a session involving electroshock therapy prior to each impending orgasm; I have not been permitted to masturbate since, and the sybian that just concluded served as an irresistible temptation. I reached my limit.”
I implored Cindy for an opportunity to masturbate. I had faith in her because we worked in the same professional environment and she had personal experience with the program; she must understand the predicament.
She replied, "If you get completely naked and spread your legs as wide as possible so I can record a video on my phone, I will permit you to masturbate."
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He pointed at Cindy: “Cindy, you are an experienced lesbian. How quickly could you generate an orgasm on Monica?”
Cindy answered confident, “Ten minutes top, most likely less.”
He then said, “Monica, get undressed, sit on the couch, and put your legs up in a spread position.”
As always, I asked, “Shoes or no shoes?”
He said, “Shoes.”
I slid off the dress, kept my flip-flops on, and got on the couch, spreading my legs widely for Cindy, wearing only flip-flops.
His reasons for me wearing flip-flops were unclear, but I didn't mind.
He told Cindy, “If you can make her come within five minutes, there will be a reallocation of responsibility regarding the consequences, with a smaller share assigned to you and a larger share assigned to Monica. If you cannot make her come, your share is augmented.”
Cindy got into position. I was ready on the couch with my legs apart. The master clarified, “Monica, note that the closing of your legs during the activity will lead to a loss.”
He installed the orgasm-meter while I was positioned. He had the chance to do this prior to my legs being spread for such an extended period, and I believe he derived pleasure from having my exposed pussy visible to Cindy throughout.
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After selecting an appropriate dress, we returned to the main room. My outfit still consisted only of flip-flops.
He instructed me to take position number four on the table. The last time this occurred, he penetrated me anally; this time, he penetrated me vaginally.
He directed Cindy to position her head above my pussy, to lick my clit while he was penetrating me, and when he withdrew, to suck his penis.
His cock alternated between my pussy and Cindy’s mouth.
When he climaxed, his semen splattered across Cindy’s face. She kept her mouth shut as a result of his not instructing her otherwise. Her face was covered in the master's semen. I did not achieve orgasm this time.