What I loved about using the timer on the phone is that a) it severely hampered her ability to know when the timer was going off. This meant she stopped “preparing” for herself to cum as the numbers declined, instead she became conditioned to cum to a “command” b) This allowed me to lick her pussy, finger her, use a toy or fuck her, since the phone was doing all the count down work for me.
There was never a day she only came this way only once. Having become more conditioned to the alarm, it wasn’t unusual for her to cum ten or more times from an alarm in a single session. I took great pleasure counting the number of times she came and would report it back to her in terms of her old-life.
Prior to our meeting, she considered one orgasm a week to be all she wanted, or could expect. Therefore, if I made her cum 12-times, I’d remind her I’d just given her 3-months worth of orgasms…and for that she should thank me. After all, no other man, toy or even her own hand, had ever made her feel, and cum, the way I did. Yes, I would tell her that, and it was arrogant to do so, but it fit within the Dom/Sub relationship we had at the time. Plus, it’s hard not to be a little arrogant when you make a woman cum double-digits every time you see her.
Every time we met her orgasms became easier to achieve as she continued to learn how to push through the hyper-sensitivity her clit felt post-orgasm. Furthermore, she always did as I asked and thanked me for what I did and how I made her feel. She’d thank me with words, her body and a desire to push herself further so I wouldn’t become bored. It may sound silly, but for a long while she was very afraid I’d get bored with her if we didn’t keep pushing into new territory, and if that happened, then her sexual reawakening would stop. Her desire to please and keep me interested is part of what led to my story about her indecent gift.
In an effort to see how far she’d come, one day I set the timer for 10 minutes, and I teased her until it went off. As expected, once it went off she came. I then cut the timer in half and repeated the experiment, without telling her how long I’d set the timer. As before, when the timer went off, she came again. I kept reducing the time by half every orgasm until the timer was set for 5-seconds.
With only 5-seconds of stimulation, she failed to cum when the timer went off. I had truly expected her to cum, but her body had disobeyed. I didn’t tell her it was ok or offer any platitudes; instead I offered a second chance, in a way I knew would be torture.
I made it clear to her that I wasn’t pleased that she’d failed to cum, and she needed to show me how sorry she was. I didn’t wait for her to ask me “how” she was to do this, I readjusted the timer back to 10-minutes and went back down between her legs.
After having already cum so many times, in shorter and shorter time-frames, going back to “minutes” seemed like an eternity to her. I felt almost justified as I listened to her pleas of “I can’t take it” and “I need to cum” as I didn’t hold back as I used her. She begged, screamed and nearly cried because she needed to cum so badly, but to her credit, she didn’t cum until the timer went off.
Like before, with each orgasm, the timer decreased by half. This time, when I set the timer for 5-seconds, she had no problem cumming when it went off.
I lowered the timer once more to 2-seconds and after that, whenever I felt like it, I’d reach over and hit “Start”. She never knew when I was going to hit the button, but 2-seconds after I’d touch my phone, the timer would go off and she’d cum again.
After that day, the timer became my best friend. We’d conduct her orgasm training until she reached the point she was saying “no more” or begging for a break. It was insistence that she’d taken all she could that I’d prove to her she was wrong by starting to fuck her. With the timer on my phone never far away, I’d signal for her pussy contract and milk my cock as often as I wanted.
Having experienced a sea of orgasms before entering her, she was always tight and it made me love the feel her wet pussy even more. The timer also came in handy as I always made sure that whenever I came, she would too. It didn’t matter what we were doing or where I came, when I came, I’d set the timer off (usually set at 1-second), and she’d cum with me. (Side note: practicing like this eventually turned my orgasm into another trigger for her own. Once established, she never failed to cum when I did, even during impromptu blowjobs. This reaction became, hands down, her favorite unexpected side-effect of the training)
All of this training was part of a planned progression, in which the goal was for me to be able to say, at any time, “Cum”, “Cum for me” or “Cum now”, and she’d do so, but we weren’t there. The timer was used when I was fingering, licking or fucking her. Her body had always first been used, teased and stimulated by me, making the timer just a tool to signal her to cross the orgasmic finish-line whenever I demanded it.
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A WALK IN THE PARK
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One day we decided to meet at a park we’d visited a few times before. It was big enough, with enough trails, that it was easy to not run into people. We’d also found a few places where we could see if someone was coming towards us before they’d realistically be able to see what we were up to.
Our walk was mixed with touching, teasing, and at one point, her bending over a log as I fucked her from behind. There were times she showed up to the park wearing a dress, to make fucking her easier, but today wasn’t one of those days.
Towards the end of our planned walk, we reached a place that park services had built some steps, due to erosion. I asked her to sit down and things began with my hand discretely going into her shorts to rub her clit. It wasn’t long before she’d undone her shorts to provide me better access to her pussy. After cumming that way her shorts found their way to the ground. Another orgasm or two and her panties were now around one foot and my face was between her legs.
Never missing an opportunity, my phone came out and the timer began signaling her orgasms in 1-minute intervals. Something about being outside, in a position we couldn’t easily hide what we were doing, made the whole thing more exciting. I pushed her more and more with the timer and kept her cumming as I licked and fingered her. As frequently happened, she reached a point where she began begging “no more” after each orgasm, but I wasn’t in a mood to listen.
That day I very distinctly remember having a routine to bring about orgasmic pleasure. I’d lick her pussy until the alarm sounded. Then I’d lick and finger her until the alarm sounded. Then I’d only rub her clit until the alarm sounded. Once those were finished, I’d start the cycle over again, knowing that with each sound of the timer alarm, she would cum again.