My Only Talent Ch. 22

"If that happens, it won't be my idea, Doc. She is the best thing that ever happened to me."

He smiled. "I also talked to Erminia last week. Does Lara know about that, too?

"She knows what Millie and I are trying to do for Erminia, if not all the gory details. She likes Erminia, and wants her to be happy."

"To some extent, Robbie, what you have done with Erminia is even more amazing than for Lara. Given the depth of her guilt, I would have never expected talk therapy to accomplish anything."

"We don't just talk to her, Doc!"

"I suppose officially I don't want to know. But off the record, what is your rationale for what you do with her?" He leaned forward in his chair.

"Well, when I first met her, if she got the tiniest bit turned on, she would be overcome by guilt about her dead husband."

"Actually, she felt crushing guilt about surviving him all the time."

"But it was somehow worse when she thought of having sex with anyone else; even though she knew he would want her to move on."

'She told you that?"

"Oh, yes. Said he was a 'horny little bugger' who would want her to enjoy all the action she could get after he was gone. So I knew the guilt was coming from her, and that it was automatic and involuntary."

"So how did you plan to extinguish it?"

"Well, let's not publish this in any feminist journals, Doc, but what she needed was the same kind of distraction work that we give our bitches during bite training."

He looked aghast. I went on to explain how the dog learns to bite and concentrate on it, despite all the other distracting stimuli that are gradually introduced, until it can totally ignore the extraneous signals. Erminia would pleasure another person, not bite them, and then learn to ignore the distractions and concentrate totally on their pleasure. Then I related how we were transitioning her from ignoring noxious distractions to ignoring pleasurable ones while she had to keep complete focus on pleasing her partner. Finally, making her pleasure her partner in ways that could not help but pleasure her, and that she must allow herself to feel that pleasure so she would not break off from pleasing her partner.

"From what she tells me, it's working."

"Erminia got wetter than hell last week and was very close to an orgasm. It was a joy to behold!"

"How do you know when she is ready for the next transition? If you go too fast it could break her spirit completely!"

"I'm not really sure Doc. I just get sort of a.... hunch, I guess you'd say."

"And the fellatio for Sapiento?"

I smiled. "Well that had two purposes. First off a wise old guy like that who wants his wife to be happy so much that he will turn her over to a young guy like me to fuck deserved some kind of reward, but he will soon have to work hard to please her, and I wanted him to get used to the excitement gradually, so it wouldn't kill him."

"Robbie, he is the happiest guy on earth right now, mostly because he sees that Erminia has some glow on her face again. The blow jobs are a nice bonus, plus he says she is now better than he ever thought possible!"

"She is a natural talent, Doc, and totally dedicated to pleasing him."

"I am wondering if your hunches are not a natural talent too, Robbie. But if they are, let's just keep it between us; now that you are officially my patient, confidentiality applies. And if your talent proves to confirm one of my wacko brain function theories, that many of my so-called 'esteemed colleagues' are too stupid and hide-bound to consider, I will just have to enjoy it intellectually and not publish it." He opened to door and spoke to his assistant. "Tell Doctor Rubin that she will be leading grand rounds today without me. I will be down in the RMRI, and I am not to be disturbed."

He led me down a flight of stairs to a door that said 'Research Magnetic Resonance Imaging Facility' and 'Authorized Personnel Only'. There was a very attractive young woman there in a white lab coat that could have been Esmerelda Estigoy's first cousin, given her pretty face, jet black hair, light brown skin, and spectacular backside.

"Is your calibration complete, Dr. Bilog?"

"Yes, Doctor, the machine is fully functional and ready. I will be glad to assist you from the booth."

"That won't be necessary; you can take a break for an hour or so. I will run everything myself. Strictly a little research test, I am not even going to record anything yet."

After she left, he locked the door from the hallway to the control room, and turned off two racks of equipment, leaving some others on. "In the regular clinical practice machines, everything is logged, recorded, and backed up offsite. We may not want anybody else to see these images." He had me strip down to my underwear and lie in small tube, just bigger than my shoulders that looked like it could slide into the big tube behind it. He fixed my head in some kind of plastic frame, and said "This is going to be very loud for about 45 minutes. Close your eyes, relax as much as you can, breathe steady and shallow, and stay as still as possible. "

He then put some earplugs in my ears, and hit a switch, and I began to slide into the larger tube. Good thing I wasn't claustrophobic. There was some humming and clicking, and then a series of 'bang, bang, bang' noises began to echo through my entire body, like some very strong elves were hitting the machine with titanium sledge hammers. It went on forever. Finally it stopped and I slid out, noticing that Dr. Weltschmerz had a very funny expression on his face.

"Okay, back into your clothes and then we need to go down three floors." He turned me over to an old guy he called "Doctor Dee" and said he would call me later. He looked worried.

Doctor Dee was a gastroenterologist, and he asked me a series of detailed and disgusting questions about my food preferences, chewing techniques, bowel movements, stools, and digestive processes in general, and then asked me to give him a stool sample, which surprisingly I was able to do, despite my current fasting state. He looked very pleased. Ewwww! Get me outa here! He told me I could go and someone would be back in touch. It was still almost two hours before I was supposed to be at Lara's place, so I went on the hunt for some belated breakfast. My phone's maps app located a Taco Shack just a few blocks south and I took off like a hound dog on a track. Chorizo, egg, and cheese, with jalapenos, you are my savior.

I walked around downtown, the weather very cool but pleasant, until it was time to arrive at Lara's place. I felt like a little contrast therapy, but with a true variation from last time, when she and Suzanne had applied it to me. She answered the door in an amazing one piece outfit I had never seen before. It was a heart shaped crimson red thing that barely covered her two breasts on top, narrowed and swept down to hug her sculpted abs, and then the point of the heart shape ended right above her clit, pointing to her perfect golden pubic patch like a crimson neon arrow. She was wearing that and a smile, and that was all.

"It's a little early, Lara, but yes, I'll be your Valentine!"

She smiled. I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. I just love the way she bounces. I was going to show her some contrast therapy, and do some calibration drills on my Suzie receiver at the same time. I spread her legs out and took in how wonderful she looked -- like one of those pink valentine candies with the creamy centers. It was time for a taste test.

I munched on her sweet little pussy like a starving man tastes ambrosia, slow and steady and then accelerating. Suzie signals played all over the spectrum, and her sticky fluids began to drip all over my chin and the bed. That's my funky Valentine! I tapped into her signal and tuned my tongue to resonate with her, hoping to soon hear a clear and clean signal diagnostic of a clitoral orgasm. I kept it pretty tender and worked primarily on her outer and inner lips with an occasional flick on her tender little clit. Soon the signal grew and crested, and she squirted just a little. I felt her pussy twitch once, and then I moved up, kissed her gently on the lips and said "I love you Lara."

I then plunged into her with everything I had, fucking her just as deep and as hard as I could manage. Again I tuned for maximum Suzie, and I was not disappointed. A different note rose up out of the noise, and I synchronized my motions to it, pumping it higher as I sensed it. I plunged in and out, focusing only on her signal and I did not know how long it took, but then she growled and turned her head back and forth, and then we both held our breath as her pussy clamped down on me and pulsed twice. I took a mental recording of that wonderful vaginal orgasm Suzie signal, and then I kissed her again, tenderly, and then pulled out and settled in again with my tongue just touching her now very red and very puffy outer lips.

They were so sensitive that I just barely touched them with my tongue, and her Suzie sang for rough tonguing, even biting, but instead I teased her mercilessly, gradually increasing my motions just a few percent each minute. Her whole pussy was hot and wet and wonderful. She shook with each little lick, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Slow and tantalizing was my credo, and listening to her breathing gradually accelerate was my reward. I used my Suzie receiver for negative feedback information for once, making sure she was stimulated and moving toward another orgasm, but approaching it obliquely and never quite getting there. She began to sob, and I switched to moving her forward again. Her respiration began to sound like an asthma attack, and I decided to use my big pink epi pen on her. I climbed up above her and jabbed myself into her and drove it home like I was a saving her life. It was my noble duty, you know.

My cousin used to read these really strange comic books that he got mail order from Venice (California) and they had this one character that was an old farmer who cheerfully watched all the farm animals copulate, and then urged his three clearly highly emotionally disturbed sons to try to replicate those feats with their girlfriends. One of his favorite exhortations was 'fuck her like you are gonna come out the other side, boy!' That phrase had never seemed apropos before, but I sort of understood it now. Lara was sticking her fingernails in my back and breathing in my ear, reminding me of Darth Vader during the marathon. Suddenly my loins exploded like a sperm laden Claymore, and I directed everything I could into my sweet Lara, and then almost passed out. I don't know how long we lay there, wonderfully tangled in each other. I moved over a little bit so my weight was not on her rib cage and made it easier for her to breathe, and just lost myself kissing her cheek and smelling her hair.

Soon she was waking me and saying lunch was ready, which was perfect timing because I was starving. Why was I always hungriest after I really concentrated on using my Suzie receiver, or trying to listen for new things? Lara was the queen of casseroles, the little recipe card said "Mediterranean Chicken Thighs", and when she opened the oven door I was hit with a wonderful combination of aromas: garlic, celery, chicken, artichoke hearts, green olives, and sweet onions. She served all the above on a bed of fluffy rice, with a side of lettuce and tomatoes with some olive oil and feta cheese. I was a little handicapped while eating, because I just had to keep one hand on Lara at all times.

"Robbie, you are going to have to come over for lunch more often! Why haven't we done this before?"

"You should have asked me sooner! You must be punished. Next time, it's your ass!"

"Promises, promises! How about leftovers, tomorrow?" She giggled, Suzie spiking.

"I suppose I could squeeze it in." More giggles, from both of us.

Finally she shooed me out so she could go to a review session for her Geology exam. She could play with my rocks anytime she wanted. It suddenly occurred to me that it wouldn't be long before the dinner line opened.

.....

Wednesday morning dawned cold and clear, with a more normal sized line for breakfast, and I felt good about my 9-12 final exam. I didn't finish this one early, though: it was long and detailed and I was still checking my answers when the proctors demanded that all papers be turned in. I was certainly not sure of an 'A' on that one. That meant no time for lunch before my run with Suzanne, but luckily the plan was only to run 6 miles today, and then there was time for leftovers with Lara afterward. Suzanne had a new running outfit: all burnt orange complete with iridescent tights. It wasn't quite as spectacular as the shimmering white one, but it was pretty damn fine. I admired it in detail as she did her pre-run stretching routine. It didn't hinder her ability to talk, either.

"My pussy is still sore, you animal!"

"You're certainly welcome, beautiful. You're a great fuck!"

"Damn you, Robbie!"

"What are you so mad about, darlin'? You know I love you, you know I'd do anything for you, well, except maybe submit to you anymore. I also think that you should admit that what works for me might also work better for you than anything else!"

"Robbie, I thought you would take me any way I would have you?"

"Well, those promises certainly didn't anticipate my ongoing subjugation and humiliation at your hands. I don't even know that my doing that really turns you on, you just seem to think it will!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, take Lara or Millie, for example."

"You have, many times, with me watching, you son of a bitch! And you have whipped me and them and humiliated us to get yourself off, haven't you?"

"Yes, and it also got you off like crazy. But that makes my point for me. If it didn't get you all hot and bothered, I wouldn't enjoy it at all! I only got into learning about this stuff to make Lara hot, not due to my own fantasies. I have to admit it turned me on, but if I knew any of you didn't really like it, it wouldn't feel right. But some guys would like it much better if you hated it!" Suddenly I thought, was that what Millie needed? Could Jay Kincaid do that for her?

"So you are saying I shouldn't enjoy it unless you do too! Then maybe I should find some guys that like it?"

"Maybe you should. But my bet is that is all they could do for you: submit and let you feel dominant. I bet they couldn't fuck you like I do, or get you off like I do, and they definitely couldn't do for you what Lara and I can do for you when we three are together."

She got that quintessentially female 'I really hate it when you are right about something' look on her face. Something occurred to me, and I allowed my mouth to run on without really thinking things through first.

"Maybe you should date submissive guys the way Lara dates."

"You mean go out with them socially, tease them a little, and let them kiss me goodnight at my door, but no sex?"

Here's where I really stepped in it. "I was thinking you could even let them kiss your boots, like we advised the woman at the 'addicted to Austin' stage show."

"Oh, you are an interesting man, Robbie! That's quite an idea. Do you think that would be enough for them?"

"Well, I am only speaking from academic research, not personal knowledge, but I think most of the guys that need and want that kind of stuff wouldn't know what to do with you if you weren't in control. I think that's the whole point for them. With your super hot and fit little body, haughtily beautiful face, and relatively deep voice, you are probably their dream dominatrix."

"Oh, that is hot. But shouldn't I get them off at some point?" Her tongue was up on her upper lip, and her Suzie suddenly radiated like somebody's dom, not anybody's mom.

Sometimes my creativity runs amok. "Just make them kneel before you and jerk themselves off, while you tell them what worms they are!"

Her Suzie sparkled: she liked that idea. Have I created a monster? I was not prepared for this.

"Is this all a substitute for my evil plan with Strelsa and Günter? Are you backing out on that?"

I thought of that old salesman's joke I had heard my father tell at least 100 times, with the punch line that goes 'nope, sweetie, a deal is a deal' but I decided it would not be a good idea to retell it at this point. "Not at all, I committed to that!" Here's where I had done some preparatory homework. I just hoped it would work. "In fact, I'll go you one better, your hotness. If you can get Big Liz and Little Marilyn to go for it, I'll do you with Ralph, too!"

Her Suzie bubbled like a witch's cauldron, which I immediately thought was an image that might be much too close to the truth. "Robbie, you amaze me! You really do want me to be happy don't you?"

"Yes, but by realizing that you would be happier with me, not a bunch of other guys! But I realize you might have to try it to finally realize that."

"So you want me to end up like Millie? Trying it but not really liking it that much? Only you would let me try to the real thing, not an act?"

"If that's what it took to finally win your heart, my love, I suppose so."

"Well I guess you called my bluff, cowboy! Robbie Roberts, you may really be the most intriguing man ever. I have some thinking to do, and maybe I need to start a dialog with Big Liz!" She looked happy, but then her face changed to look almost like a very pensive little girl. "Robbie?"

"Yes, Suzanne?"

"What if it turns out that being with two guys at once turns me on like nothing else, and I can't give it up? What happens then?"

I thought about Ralph's 80/20 rule. "Well, if it turns out that is the movie of your life that you really need to make, you should do so. But I won't be in the cast."

She got a look on her face that I had never, ever seen before. I don't think I wanted to see it again, either. When we finished our run, Suzanne peeled off to go back to her office and start grading the exams she had just administered. She would see Nora there, but I would not get to. I just kept jogging toward Lara's place.

I developed my afternoon delight plan for lovely Lara during the short jog to her place. Perhaps it had grown from thinking about Millie, Suzanne, and dwelling on the potentially perverse and awful desires of certain females. She greeted at the door stark naked, which was really her best outfit. I had her fetch the Kinky Katalog contraption that we had used on Millie, and put it in the middle of her bed. I strapped her in, face down, knees bent, ass up and exposed and hands restrained at her sides, and neck tied down holding her throat up horizontal. The possibilities were clear to us both. I smelled her sweet pussy already, but it was not destined for a starring role today. I posed her on the bed, considered how wonderful she looked, and then walked around the bed an opened her closet door. There was a full length mirror attached to the back, and when I placed the door at just the right angle, and if she turned her head as much as she could to her left, she could see a reflected and reversed image of her on the bed in the device. I savored the sound she made when she did.

I walked back into the kitchen, letting her consider her immediate future for a while. She must be, because it almost seemed like I could smell that sweet pussy even in here. I took a long drink of water, and spotted the leftover chicken in the fridge. I was hungry for both, but Lara came first. Back in the bedroom, I knelt behind her on the bed, which put my face level with her almost perfect ass, up tilted and exposed as it was, and I gazed upon it in wonder. I gave it a tender kiss, all over. I gave it a little lick, all over. I lapped at it like a cat drinking cream. Some very sweet juice began to drip from Lara's golden twat, and life was good.