When another text came in moments later, Cindy struggled to fight back the orgasm which had suddenly swelled within her. Then the text alert went off again, and then again. By this time Cindy wanted to scream at the girl to “dammit, just call them”, but even if that wasn’t rude, her voice couldn’t be trusted not to betray the sudden arousal welling up inside her. Instead of speaking, Cindy’s Fight-or-Flight instinct surfaced, and she chose to fight.
Cindy initially believed she could keep herself from cumming by determination alone, after all, it was her body and part of her training was delaying her orgasm. Unfortunately, the text-alert which kept going off was also her body’s trigger to cum, and this girl’s phone was being very insistent.
Remembering the incident in the frozen food aisle, she feared an incoming alert while walking would cause her knees to buckle, and that would only draw more attention to herself. It felt safest to just wait for the girl’s family to move on as she pretended to look at vegetables, at least then she could focus on suppressing her body’s conditioned sexual response.
As the text conversation continued, Cindy understood she was in a losing battle, and despite her best efforts, she realized that cumming had become a “when” not an “if”. Fearing an even bigger public orgasm, Cindy decided it was time for flight. Leaving her shopping cart where it was she walked quickly out of the store, hoping to get away before the next text came through.
Once out of the store she quickened her pace more and didn’t stop until she reached her car. Sitting down she relaxed and a sense of relative privacy engulfed her. It was in that moment of safety her body surrendered and she came.
After denying herself so many times in the store, her triggered orgasm didn’t provide her the relief to her sexual need it should have. Her body still screamed for more and she saw no other choice but to ask for forgiveness later. Willing to accept any punishment I might give her, she slid her hand into her panties and made herself cum twice more in the parking lot.
Her head finally clear, she drove home, too afraid to go back into the store. Once home she told her daughters she’d forgotten she needed some things at the store, and asked for a volunteer to run back out for her.
The nature of our relationship was openness and honesty, so she told me what had happened in the store, and of her defiant act of self-pleasure in the car, Like the frozen food aisle, I found humor in what had happened, so I forgave her unsanctioned masturbation. After all, it’d been a result of a triggered orgasm….a conditioned response I’d been working to create.
It was after this second unexpected public orgasm I decided we should stop using the alarm on my phone as a trigger for her orgasms. After all, the alarm was never suppose to be the end result, it had just been a tool which allowed me more freedom as I trained her to cum to a triggering event.
Her reaction in the store this second time made it clear that yes, she could be trained to cum as a conditioned response. Moreover, the second instance also showed that she would respond to that trigger even if it was during an inopportune time, with no prior stimulation or arousal, and that’s what I wanted.
Whether the story about Pavlov was fictional or not, I was close to my goal of “owning” her sexual response. However, these incidents contained one last lesson….her conditioning was far too broad. After all, if I wanted to be the one that controlled her orgasms then I needed to find a way to ensure that neither her hand, her toys nor any other person, would be able to make her cum, no matter how badly she wanted it.