Classical Conditioning
Just a quick art experiment - and an old story of mine from BDSMLR that inspired it.
She felt like she was slowly drifting back to consciousness. She couldn’t know for sure, of course - consciousness has become quite relative to her during the past period she has spent without sight and sound. Whether it was weeks, months or years - she did not know nor cared about anymore. Both her waking and sleeping hours were now filled with an endless stream of fantasies, vivid, depraved and lustful images of sex and bondage, torture and degradation. The woman she once was had been trying to fight these fantasies, recognizing them as the results of her brainwashing programme, but that person was long gone. All that remained was a sex toy either used or waiting to be used.
At one point the earphones inside her hood switched on and she heard three long beeps. Correctly decoding the signal as an order to stand ready for use she kneeled up with her thighs apart, raised her head and opened her mouth wide open with her tongue out. Soon she felt a pair of male hands touching her, examining her heavy piercings, fondling her breasts and reaching under her crotch harness to stroke her clitoris. Her breathing gradually became quicker and her pussy started dripping. Then the hands withdrew and a hard cock entered her mouth instead.
She started sucking on it obediently, using her lips, tongue and throat with the skill of a seasoned prostitute. When her visitor grabbed her head and started to fuck her throat she took it without any visible gagging or choking - an ability she mastered through countless hours of harsh training. Soon the cock started to spasm and shot precum into her mouth but its owner didn’t want to finish just yet. As his delicious manhood left her mouth she felt disappointment but automatically resumed her waiting position with her mouth open, knowing the session is not over yet.
A series of long and short beeps instructed her to lay down on her stomach and she obeyed immediately. A spreader bar was fit between her ankles then attached to the chain dangling from the ceiling. The chain was winched until she was hanging upside down with her legs wide apart, then the cock was placed back into her mouth. She continued sucking it while his visitor started slowly licking her clit. The teasing went on for maybe thirty minutes and they both reached the edge of an orgasm multiple times before her visitor pulled back again.
Her dildo and butt plug were deflated and removed. The next moment a whip came down on her pussy, then her boobs, then her ass, again and again. Soon she was moaning and wriggling with pain while the man kept hitting her with the whip, occasionally fucking her mouth some more to keep it hard. Later the whip was replaced with a cane, then an electric prod, then more exotic forms of punishments. Electric cables were attached to her pussy and nipple rings and she was given several shocks of various strength and duration in her most sensitive areas. Her pussy was stretched open by the labia rings, filled with an ice dildo, then treated with candle wax. Her mouth was taped shut multiple times, depriving her of oxygen until she reached the brink of suffocation. All the while her clit was teased again and again, making sure she never got far from an orgasm.
At last she was lowered to the padded floor of the cell again, with the spreader bar still in place. Her visitor mounted her from behind, sinking his erect cock into her dripping pussy with a single thrust. He took his time, clearly taking great pleasure in her surgically tightened vagina, occasionally stopping pulling back to delay his orgasm. Meanwhile she did her best not to cum. It was very hard, perhaps the hardest task she ever faced, but she knew she was not supposed to - not unless she was given a specific sign. A sign she barely remembered now, a sign she hasn't heard since the very first days of her training…
She heard a long beep, followed by three short ones and a long one again. Her body immediately stiffened and a guttural scream escaped her throat as the long-delayed orgasm ripped across her. At the same time she felt her visitor shooting his load deep into her...
After that she just laid on the floor for a while, the man hugging her from behind with his cock still inside her. Once again she lost her sense of time and she only knew she didn't want this moment to ever end. But finally he pulled out of her. She heard the three long beeps again and she assumed her ready position once more.
Her visitor placed his now flaccid cock into her mouth and she cleaned it up with great care. The taste of his sperm felt strangely familiar, like she knew it from a previous life. But she couldn’t place it - remembering things wasn’t one of her strong suits lately. She wanted to thank him for what she did for her but after so much time spent gagged without sight and sound she barely remembered how to speak. So she just kept kissing his cock again and again as long as he let her to. Then she felt a kiss pressed onto her forehead and the man left.
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Mr. MacBride dressed then joined the staff in the observation room. Dr. Benson greeted him with a wide smile and shaked his hands.
“Congratulations, it was a beautiful session, sir. So… tell me, how are you feeling? Are you satisfied with our work?”
“Very much so, Doctor. The progress you made here in just four months is completely unbelievable. I didn’t have such a great time a long while ago.”
“Oh, I’m very happy to hear that. I think we need about two more months to make sure the cognitive imprinting is permanent, but once that is done you are free to take your wife home. I’m sure you will never have any issues with her libido or her behaviour again.”
“Thank you so much, Doctor. I admit I had my doubts first, but now I feel safe to say that you saved our marriage. I couldn’t possibly be more gratuitous.”
“On the contrary, I have to say thanks to you, sir. With your generous financial support we are doing a groundbreaking scientific research here. Not one I would write a paper on, necessary… but one promising untold opportunities nevertheless.”
“I see what you mean. I have quite a few friends with chronic marital problems. I can assure you they will be more than happy to hear about this… truly revolutionary treatment you offer.”
“Very good, sir. These austerity reforms left us with dozens of empty cells and the staff is very enthusiastic about this… special project. We will all miss Mrs. MacBride once her therapy is over, so it would be nice to have a replacement for her. Or more. I mean… have a look around. We have capacities.”
Mr. MacBride took on his coat, gave Dr. Benson a wide smile and shaked his hand again. “I’ll be in touch.”
He opened the door, then stopped and turned back.
“One more thing, Doctor. Do you mind if I drop by for another… erm... conjugal visit next Saturday?”
“Not at all, sir. You are always welcome here.” The psychiatrist smirked and glanced at the latex-clad female on the other side of the observation window, still kneeling obediently with her mouth wide open.
“And I’m sure it will make Mrs. Macbride really happy, too.”
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