Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 12:22:18 +1000 (EST)
From: Country Mouse <dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Katya's Training Chapter Four

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                         Katya's Training: Chapter Four

                     copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top



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                        The Wonders of Modern Technology




Katya's smiling face filled the screen of my laptop, just a little
jerky, some squares of the picture not quite flowing properly.  "Daddy,
you did it!" I heard my boi carol proudly, her voice a little tinny
coming out of the small speakers in my laptop.

I rolled my eyes and grunted.  "I'm a Luddite, but you set everything
up very nicely. Thank you.  You do good work."

Katya beamed at me over the webcam.  "Thank you, daddy," she said with
simple sincerity.  "I'm so excited.  I've been counting the hours
until tonight."

"Are you ready?"

"The door is locked, the phone is off the hook, the frame is set up, the
panic button is tied to the frame and I have the box you sent me," Katya
reeled off the checklist, bouncing a little in her eagerness.  "Daddy,
I'm so horny I'm dying," she bitched.  "I need this so bad."

"Get naked and show me your hole, boi," I laughed.  "Being hungry is
part of the learning experience.  Tell me how you're doing in school?
Did you get your grades from your mid-terms yet?"

I could see pieces of Katya as she disrobed, moving in and out of the
camera's frame.  "Straight A's," she reported with quiet pride, as if
she expected nothing less.  "I know my advisor was worried about the
extra courses, but I'm still carrying a perfect four point oh."

"I'm proud of you.  You've been very good."

Katya shivered, pausing as she settled into the frame, her eyes closing
as a wave of arousal immediately swept through her.  "Thank you,
daddy," she purred.

"Prop up the back of the frame so you're half reclining, your knees
level with your ears, legs straight and spread as widely as possible.  I
want you to be able to reach down to play with your hole for me."  Katya
moaned and wriggled into position.  "That's right," I cooed.
"You're going to be good for me, aren't you?"

Katya's asshole flexed and quivered, fluid beginning to dribble out of
her gaping little cunt as she assumed the position I gave her.  Rotating
her feet at the ankles, Katya hooked her toes into the straps hanging
from the frame's uprights, wriggling her foot until the straps settled
under her heels, supporting her legs.  She reached down between her legs
and gently stroked her butt cheeks.  "What do you want me to do,
daddy?"

"Just pet that pretty little tail of yours for the moment.  Have you
been playing with yourself?"

"No, daddy!" Katya said vehemently, caressing her ass cheeks.  "I come
a lot when I use the bidet but I don't ever touch my ass or clit or
cunt," she vowed.

"No playing with toys?" I prompted, playing with the controls that let
me control the camera mounted on Katya's monitor.  I could zoom in or
out and pan about on a single pivot point.   I used my mouse to control
the camera, zooming in on Katya's displayed sex.

"No, daddy," Katya assured me.  "Not since I left home."  Oh, the big
eyed brat was just oozing tender reproach.

"Poor baby," I laughed.  "Be good or I won't let you play with
yourself tonight."

Katya moaned, her cunt twitching, sending a dribble of boi juice from her
soft, wet hole.   "I'll be good," she promised, increasing her own
arousal.  She loved the need, the ache of arousal and unsatisfied lust.

"Just pet your asshole a little.  Make friends with it again.  Are you
still doing your exercises?"

Katya's fingers circled her hole with a feather touch, petting the well
trained bud with the tender care it deserved.  "Every day," Katya
reported dutifully.  "Five sets of five, just like you taught me."

Twenty-five times a day, she went through the cycle that produced an
almost three inch dilation in her ass and cunt, following by clenching
exercises and then an orgasm, all without a single touch.  The multiple
orgasms she had while cleaning herself using the bidet were just
freebies.

"Open the box and glove up," I prompted her, zooming in on her
clitoris.  Plumped with my well trained boi's arousal, it was obviously
larger than a normal clitoris, but not so much that it was grossly
distended or unnatural looking.  It just looked almost as sensitive as it
really was.  "Stroke some lube over that pretty hole."

Katya whimpered and obeyed.  I could have opened her right up with a few
words, but I wanted her to work for it.  "Tap on your hole and test how
tight you are when you're relaxed."

Katya complied.  "It's still sort of tight...rubbery," she reported,
circling and petting the tightly puckered little ring of muscle.

"Clench, dear, and try again."

Shuddering and quivering, Katya obeyed, clamping down so hard that fluids
oozed from her cunt, her asshole flexing visibly.  "It's hard, rigid,"
she gasped when she was on the release phase after the contraction.

"Breathe and relax," I reminded her.  "You mustn't come until I give
you permission.  Now slip just the first joint of your index finger in
your ass.  Start loosening yourself up."

Katya purred and rocked in the frame, luxuriously moving her finger in
her ass, just the finger tip stirring the tight ring of muscle.  I
coached her through giving herself a thorough rectal massage, one that
soon had her begging prettily for permission to come.  She cooed and
babbled as she worked first one finger and then two and finally two
fingers from each hand into her ass.
"Be good and open up for daddy," I said coaxingly.  "Keep those finger
tips dancing."

Katya wailed as she came, rocking and shuddering as she wiggled her
fingertips in her ass, two fingers from each hand pulling her ass open
wider even as she orgasmed.  "Good boi," I praised her.  "That's my
good boi.  Daddy likes to see you have a good hard come.  Be good and
open up your holes for daddy."

Katya convulsed again, her asshole pulsing, desperately trying to clamp
down on the four fingers tantalizing the insides of that pretty pink
hole.  "And again, be a good boi."  The camera showed the frame jerking
a little as she rocked and shuddered her way through another orgasm.
"You be good and keep your holes open for daddy.  I want you to play
with your nipples now."

Katya whimpered, still shaking with aftershocks from her last orgasms.
Her ass and cunt were both dilated a full three inches, the delicate
tissues rippling in pulsing spasms as she struggled to keep her
sphincters  open.  She lifted her gloved hands to her nipples, slicking
the proud clusters of nerves with lube from her ass and her own come.

Months of training, long hours with electrical stimulation and most of
all, the wonders of the vacuum machine meant that Katya's nipples were
amazing.  They were the size of ripe blackberries, a deep burgundy in
colour, perpetually erect and gloriously sensitive.  "Have you been
neglecting your nipples, boi?"

Even slick with lube, Katya had no difficulty grasping her nipples,
pinching and rolling them between her gloved fingers.  "No, daddy.  I
play with them every day during my meditations."  Her nipples were the
size of a man's thumb, far wider than my own thumb, standing up proudly,
the perfectly round radio knobs of Katya's fantasies.

She rolled her nipples between her fingers and her cunt gushed.
"Please, daddy, can I come, please?  I'll be good, so good, I
promise," she pleaded breathlessly.

"Not yet," I said firmly.  "You work those nipples and be good why I
zoom in and have a look at your clitoris."  Katya gasped and whimpered
and rocked, her cunt gushing as the words `be good' triggered the sense
memory of the first conditioning, when she had been treated with the
powerful hormone cocktail.

As I had noticed before, her clitoris was clearing enlarged but not
grossly distended or so much larger than normal that it was eye
catching.  "Well, your nipples are perfectly beautiful, but obviously
I've sadly neglected your clitoris.  You can plan on spending some
quality time with the vacuum machine, boi. "

Katya shivered and moaned in anticipation.  Actual physical reinforcement
that forced her to climax happened rarely, on a jackpot basis.  While she
was away at school, the only reinforcement she received to stimulate
orgasm was when she used the bidet.  The remaining climaxes were strictly
the result of her training program, involuntary physiological responses
put on cue through a strictly disciplined conditioning program, just like
any other lab rat.

When she did actually receive physical stimulation, her responses were
hugely amplified.  The vacuum machine was always a fierce pleasure.
Clitoral suction always induced the shuddering `bunny fuck' that so
amused the staff.  I will admit to finding the spectacle highly
entertaining myself.  That's why I had always been so fond of extreme
clitoral stimulation in the first place.  The extended vacuum suction
produced a much more sensitive and engorged clitoris, pulling the blood
to the surface, almost to the extent of being a giant hickey.  While the
resulting enlargement always proved to be temporary, the cumulative
effect proved to be less spectacular than it had been for her nipples.

As sensitive as she was, after ten weeks without toys and with very
minimal physical reinforcement, some dedicated time with clitoral suction
would likely produce spectacular and prolonged multiple orgasms, the kind
that occurred in clusters, each one building on the last.  The staff was
genuinely fond of Katya, and they had missed the brat while she was away
at university in Sydney.  I knew they would all be delighted to see my
boi doing the bunny fuck for a while.

Of course, another delightful side effect of the clitoral suction was
that Katya's clit became very easy to clamp for electrical stimulation.
Like the vacuum treatment, Katya would spend some quality time receiving
electrical stimulation directly to her neglected clitoris.  In the
meantime, there were a few things I could do to make sure that she no
longer suffered from insufficient titillation of the clitoris.

"Clearly you need an extended cunt whipping," I told her briskly.
"You're not allowed to come yet.  Keep working your nipples, but you
can relax your holes.  I can't give you that cunt whipping you need for
another three days until you get home, but in the meantime, we'll do
what we can.  Look in the box of supplies.  You'll find a bottle of
liniment, a glass and a paint brush."

Katya found the glass first, wrapped in a hand towel.  Then she found the
bottle of liniment.  "Absorbine?" she wondered, reading off the label.
"That's the horse liniment I like.  It feels hot rather than cold, like
a lot of the sport's rubs"   Katya was always dealing with strains and
sore muscles, like most athletes.  She looked at the soft thick
calligraphy brush and I could see the moment that understanding dawned.

"Oh, god, no, daddy, please," she whimpered, even as she obediently put
the brush on the desk in front of her computer, next to the bottle of
liniment and the stout glass.

"Pour some liniment in the glass and put the brush in there to soak," I
told her firmly.  Ten weeks of being painfully horny was only a fair
price for being away from home.  The twenty-five orgasms per day were
without physical stimulation, strictly the result of conditioning and
only her time on the bidet each morning offered her any sort of physical
reinforcement for orgasm.  But I wasn't about to let her clitoris go
unattended any longer.  The poor thing had just shrunk back to almost
nothing, after months of receiving hours of intense physical manipulation
daily.  It was practically atrophied from neglect.

Katya followed my instructions, whining just a little.  "Please, daddy,
please.  I'll be good.  I'll be so good for you."  Her virgin cunt, so
long neglected while she was at school, was welling up visibly.

"That's right, boi.  You be good.  Put the brush in the liniment to
soak now.  You work your nipples hard and open up your holes for
daddy."  Katya wailed, new boi juice dribbling from her cunt, a spill of
viscous fluids that even the somewhat grainy video over the Net couldn't
obscure.  "That's right, be good.  Think about how hungry you were
during your first conditioning.  Remember the hormones and the terrible
lust, pull up that memory as I know you can," I continued
remorselessly.  "Be good and use your conditioning so that you're in
season.  I want you hungry."

Katya rolled her hips, rocking the frame a little as she squirmed
happily, her gloved fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, turning
them as if she were trying to tune a short wave radio.  Her cunt clenched
and pulsed in spasms, gaping open wider with each fluttering
contraction.   I knew she was doing as I told her to when I saw her
clitoris standing up proudly, her cunt gushing and open as her ass
rippled and stretched.

"That's right, you're being so good," I cooed.  "Daddy will tell you
when you can come.  Pick up the paint brush now.

Katya whined imploringly but obeyed, the brush leaking a trickle of
liniment as she lifted the bristles clear of the amber fluid.  "Be good
and open up for daddy," I told her firmly.  "I want you to paint
liniment over your clitoris.  Be sure to pull the skin back and get under
the hood.  Dip your brush in the glass again when you go back under the
hood."

Katya followed my instructions, her entire sex flexing and quivering as
liniment trickled over her clitoral shaft and then again, up under the
hood, the excess trickling down in flaming trails that rolled deep into
her tender folds.  She was panting and gasping as she dipped the brush
again.  "Be good and open up as wide as you can.  Paint your inner labia
and your vaginal sphincter with liniment.  Be generous.  Dip your brush
several times to make sure you can work the liniment through all that
lovely boi juice."

I enjoy watching Katya sweat and tremble and obediently paint her inner
labia and the quivering gaping virgin cunt that opened so obediently.
Katya swirled her paint brush around her vaginal entrance several times,
dipping the paint brush each time to ensure thorough coverage despite the
clear mucous pouring from her cunt.   "Open as wide as you can," I
coaxed.  "I want to see how eager you are.  Make sure the brush is good
and wet, really twirl it around."

Katya dipped the brush and carefully painted her anal ring, quivering and
sweating as the liniment burned her clit and cunt, the delicate tissues
swelling in protest, burning sweet and fierce.  "Come on, boi," I
chided her.  "Really get up in there.  This will help improve the
circulation.  Your ass has been getting a muscular workout but the
liniment will really help warm things up.  Dip the brush several times,
and try to swirl it around and paint as much of your insides as you can
reach.  Can you feel your ring burning as you hold your holes open for
daddy?"

Katya wailed as she carefully eased the brush in her open ass, careful
not to touch the burning ring.  She twirled the dripping brush precisely
as instructed, sobbing as her ass began to burn.  "Take the brush out
slowly, dear," I reminded her.  "Clench down on the bristles as hard as
you can to squeeze the last of the liniment out of the brush."

With the muscle tone developed after months of electrical stimulation and
isometric exercise, Katya clamped down on the bristles, squeezing hard,
milking every last drop of liniment from the brush.  "Such a good boi,"
I told her proudly.

Katya shuddered and came obediently.  "Yes, you're a good boi," I
confirmed.  "I want you to ride the pain of the liniment and come as
many times as you can.  You know how to clench down in rhythm to get
yourself off."

It was part of how Katya got off twenty-five times a day even with no
physical stimulation.  She could dilate and contract both her vaginal and
anal sphincters, and flexed her PC muscle at will, her control improved
by doing numerous `kegels' each day during her so called
`meditations'.

Katya shuddered and clenched and came, her teeth bared in a rictus of
pleasure.  She looked beautiful, even on the jagged digital video over
the Net.  "Good boi," I said again, trying to trigger a cascade
multiple, where each climax built on the last, occurring in clusters.
"You're such a good boi."

Katya rocked and shuddered through multiple orgasms, sweating and
convulsing and whining as the liniment tormented her clit and her holes.
"That's a good boi," I told her again, triggering another wave of
despairing wails and powerful convulsions as Katya shook and trembled
with obedient orgasms.  "Slick up your fingers and play with your
asshole, sweetie.  You can use two fingers on each hand again."

Katya nearly dropped the lube, fumbling the bottle as she squeezed lube
on to her fingers. She sank all four fingers immediately into her ass,
fingertips working energetically as she howled and came from the
penetration.  "Open your hole for daddy, sweet.  Be a good boi and come
hard for me."

Katya was alternating now, thrusting two fingers of one hand in her ass
and then gliding out, following up with the two fingers from her other
hand. One hand and then the other, the fingers sliding as deep as
Katya's fingers could reach in her hungry ass.  "You would open right
up for my fist, wouldn't you?" I teased her.  "You'd like that,
having my fist in your ass, filling you up so perfectly, making you come
so hard.  Use your fingers to open yourself up a little farther."

Fluid gushed from Katya's cunt as she obeyed my commands, slender
fingers tugging on the elastic ring of her asshole, offering a view into
her body.  "Yes, you open your holes for daddy like a good boi.  Hell,
we could probably do large object insertions but that's a path we're
just not going to travel."

Katya moaned and shuddered and rocked and came, the stimulation making
her crazy after all the long weeks without any touch except the water
from the bidet that always made her come.  "I want you to keep coming on
the bidet," I told her jovially.  "I think that's a very pretty trick
and one I want you to keep.  But just opening up isn't enough, boi.  You
need to work those holes.  Nobody likes a sloppy fuck.

"Okay, leave the two fingers of your left hand in your ass.  That will
give you something to clamp down on.  Now clench, and keep clenching
until you come a few more times.  Work the fingers in your ass as you
come.  Remember that it's all about your ass, boi.  Use your right hand
to work those nipples hard."

I coached and scolded her through dozens of orgasms.  She was so well
trained that she came hard and on cue as often as I wanted.  The only
physical stimulation she received was in her ass and her nipples.  The
liniment burned enough to make sure she didn't feel neglected.  Her most
tender flesh was tingling, burning painfully as the vulnerable mucous
membranes responded to the horse liniment.  Her clit and inner labia were
red and swollen.  Katya reported that she could even feel it inside her
ass, where she had twirled the brush.   Both her ass ring and vaginal
sphincter were flushed an angry red.

"Ride the pain like a good boi," I reminded her.  "I do so enjoy how
painful stimuli still hurts you so beautifully," I confided.  "Some
pain sluts just perceive it as sensation, but pain hurts you and that's
what makes you come.  We're going to be doing a lot of work over the
school holidays, working with that line between pleasure and pain.  I
want you to start thinking about what you'll do on the three week
break.  Then it's back to school for another ten weeks.  I assume
you're planning to do a program during the Christmas break?"

"Yes, daddy," Katya gasped, the two fingers in her ass gliding swiftly
in and out, the heel of her palm bumping her swollen clit with every
thrust.

"Oh, doesn't that look pretty," I teased her.  "Greedy boi, how do
you like the liniment?  How does it compare to the fresh ginger?"

"So hot," Katya gasped, then arched and twisted in another orgasm.
"I'm a good boi! So good, so good," she gasped, her left hand flying.
"Oh, daddy, I've missed you so much.  I love it when you let me use my
hole.   The ginger is sharper, it's like a thin heat.  It cuts like a
razor blade.  Oh, god, I'm a good boi!"

I watched Katya twist and rock and shudder her way through another orgasm
before she continued, her hand stilling, tendons in her wrist flexing as
she worked her fingers as deeply as she could drive them, twisting and
stretching and grinding deep, rocking her hand side to side.  "Good
boi," she sobbed again and again.  "Oh, fuck daddy, I've missed you so
bad.  The horse liniment is hot and it tingles.  You know how it tingles
when you put it on with your bare hands?  That pins and needles heat is
like firecrackers going off under my skin."

"Good boi," I praised her, triggering another immediate orgasm.  "That
pretty hole of yours needed a workout.  You love playing with your ass
for daddy.  Clench and ride those fingers.  Be a good boi."

She was a handsome boi as she strained and rocked and shuddered in the
frame, her face twisted and teeth bared in that beautifully anguished
rictus of ecstasy.  She had been conditioned to be capable of almost
endless orgasms with little or no stimulation.  With the liniment making
everything burn and swell and two slick fingers in her ass, Katya was
suffering extreme sensory overload, her entire body jolting and
shuddering as she convulsed, her virgin cunt oozing, dribbling down over
her fingers to puddle on the chair, a quivering viscous sheet of boy
juice that surged like a slow wave of lava, just pouring from Katya's
flexing and pulsing vagina.

This was a reward session, providing the physical stimulus to pair with
the pleasure of Katya's conditioned reinforcer.  "Oh, daddy, my clit is
burning so hot.  Oh, god it hurts, daddy!"

"Be good and let it make you horny," I chided her.  "Pleasure and pain
make a good boi come so hard.  Clit torture always makes you so wet," I
teased.  "It will be good to have you home to work on that clit of yours
again.  I know I promised you that you would never suffer from
insufficient titillation of the clitoris and I have failed you badly.
Rest assured that we'll be finding a way to deal with that little
challenge.  It's entirely appropriate that you should be left hungry
when you're away from me, but I can't let this neglect continue.  Shall
I have you whip your own pussy later?"

Katya was jerking and crying out.  "I'm a good boi!" she said
repeatedly, as she writhed and came, over and over.

"I like the way your cunt is just flowing like someone turned on the
kitchen tap," I told her, amused by my boi's eagerness.  "You drool
better than Pavlov's dogs."

Katya choked out a laugh, twisting and turning her wrist awkwardly,
rocking her hips as she rode the two fingers that slowly cored her,
twisting and rocking, dilating her sphincter and then clenching down
tight on the two fingers that fluttered deep inside her rectum as she
came.

"Be good and think about how much your clit hurts," I told her firmly.
"Pleasure and pain, both tied to your clitoris, even without electrical
stimulation.  Have you forgotten how good that feels?  To have both your
holes plugged open for daddy?  Won't it be good to have your clit
clamped so nice and tight, current pouring into your body and making you
come like a good boi.  I want you to reach deep inside and tie the pain
to your need.  The pain in your clitoris always makes you so horny, so
needy.  Be good and remember that first conditioning, when you were in
season and so desperately hungry.  Your pretty holes got plenty of
attention that time.  You love your Fucksall.  It's been such a long
time since you've had that treat."

I coached her through playing with her virgin cunt, careful to let her
penetrate herself no deeper than her vaginal sphincter, not even
penetrating the entire length of the barrel.  She was so wet that her
finger tips slipped repeatedly on the flesh sensitized by the liniment
and her arousal.  I repeatedly reminded her to link the burning of the
liniment and the pain in her clitoris to her hunger, deliberately
triggering her sense memories of the hormone treatment and it's terrible
drive to mate.

"Open up that virgin hole for daddy," I cooed.  "Show me how good you
can be."  Katya shuddered and came, never failing to say her magic
words.

When her cunt was wide open, Katya surprised me by gasping out that she
was thinking of what to do about her still intact hymen.  It seemed as if
it were an unexplored capability, ripe with possibilities, the existence
of her untouched g-spot making the idea even more enticing.  She
confessed to having fantasies about e-stim directly on her g-spot to
condition her to squirt on cue.

"Good boi," I said immediately, rewarding her for voicing her
thoughts.  Katya's remarks did open up several rather interesting
possibilities.  "We'll talk about it," I assured her.  "But it
deserves thought and time and attention.  Nothing will happen during the
three week break, and you said you wanted to run a program during the
Christmas holidays.    I want you to turn that perverted little mind of
yours to developing a solution for ensuring that your clitoris receives
sufficient daily stimulation while you're away at school.  Right now I
want you to be good and play with your ass now.  Open up your sweet hole
to match that juicy cunt."

Shuddering and moaning and coming, Katya obeyed.  She really was
adorable.  The long weeks with no physical stimulation made her come so
very hard now.  She had been conditioned to easily respond to stimulation
with well over a hundred orgasms a day.  The long weeks at school had
kept her to a strictly rationed twenty-five orgasms a day with no
physical stimulation aside from the bidet.  The fingers in her ass were
such a very special treat, making her come over and over again.  "Tell
me about your meditations," I prompted as Katya panted, coming down off
the latest cluster of orgasms.

"I do it all at once," Katya gasped.  "It just works better with my
schedule.  Two hours first thing every morning, as soon as I wake up,
even before I pee or poop."

I chuckled.  The added pressure of a full bladder and bowel would make
Katya's meditations and exercises carry a sense of urgency.  Katya loved
denial.  She loved being denied her orgasms, denied movement while in
bondage; holding off on those two very basic bodily functions tickled my
horny boi's twisted libido.

While neither one of us found scat attractive, Katya had discovered that
elimination now carried a definite erotic charge for her, a side effect
from previous conditioning.  Katya considered it rather a triumph that
even the extremely prosaic event of eliminating her body's wastes could
be made erotic and arousing through proper conditioning.  It tickled her
sense of the absurd even as much as it tantalized her libido.  Opening
her hole made her crazy horny even when all she was doing was taking a
shit.

Katya had been working on putting elimination on cue.  Just by using the
reinforcer and voice commands we had conditioned thus far, Katya was able
to train herself to void reliably on cue.   Of course, it became a self
reinforcing bio feedback loop and Katya soon had herself voiding on the
spoken command.

After two hours of dilating and contracting her holes and flexing her PC
muscle according to a very specific routine that included twenty-five
orgasms, Katya worked equally hard at hard wiring sexual arousal to the
elimination of her bladder and bowels, simply by using the magic words.
Then she received the only physical stimulation of the day, her session
on the bidet.  The physical stimulation, paired with her event marker,
made sure that Katya received several orgasms from the bidet's gentle
stream of water.

For a boi who had spent months being conditioned to peak sexual
performance, routinely coming a hundred times a day or more, the limited
sexual relief permitted while she was at school was an ordeal.  Katya was
horny almost all the time, but her sense of discipline meant that she
could focus on her demanding academic schedule and all her other
activities despite persistent and nagging chronic arousal and moments of
bone deep longing.

Bois should know hunger well.

"I wish I were home so you could give me whip kisses," Katya nearly
whined.  "I always come so hard when you hurt me, daddy."

"It's a fine thing when a boi misses her whip kisses.  It makes you
eager.  I'm proud of you.  You're a good boi."

Katya shuddered and came obediently, hearing those magic two words.  "I
want you to paddle my ass until it's bright red," she moaned throatily,
coming down from the climax.  "I want you to work my nipples until the
pain makes me flood.  I want you to whip my clit until I come."

I laughed.  "You started out kinky, long before the spotter started with
you.  And you certainly reinforced the tendency with your conditioning.
Somewhere along the line your pain receptors got hot wired to your
pleasure centers."

Katya smirked.  "Don't even get me started on the neurotransmitters,"
she laughed.  "I have something special in mind for the Christmas
holidays."  Even sweaty, horny and having come dozens of times, I could
see the nerd behind the bad boi smile.

"You're just a brain geek," I accused her playfully.  Her holes were
pulsing, her two fingers luxuriously caressing the inside of her ass.
Katya had boi juice puddling under her in the frame, oozing over the edge
of the seat and hanging in shining strings to the floor, where it had
formed a slowly expanding puddle.  "Be good and open your holes for
daddy.  Show me how good you can be and maybe I'll hurt you as a very
special treat."

Moaning, Katya just melted in the frame, her entire sex flexing, her
holes rippling and trembling and clutching at air.  "Oh, daddy, I'll be
so good for you," she purred, that virgin cunt just gushing as she
opened herself wide.

I had her tease herself, slick fingertips dabbling and dancing in her
hungry holes, warning her that she was forbidden to have another orgasm
until I gave her specific permission.  I wanted her to wait, because I
wanted her needy and desperate.

Of course, the very instant I denied her, Katya's arousal levels just
shot through the roof.  Whether it was for five minutes or five hours, it
was the simple fact of denial that excited her.  I made her wait for it,
and it made her wild.

So she dabbled and played and teased herself, pleasuring her holes,
running slick fingers around each pulsing ring of muscle.  Katya was
further teased simply by the dilation, which we had worked long and hard
to make deeply arousing for her, although actual orgasm always involved
contraction and spasms of her sphincters.  That was hardwiring determined
by the physiology of human anatomy.   Her clenching exercises for her
sphincters and the all important Kegel exercises for her PC muscle were
just as vital as dilation.  The strength and control of those muscles and
the associated physiological systems ensured that Katya came as often as
required.

Although Katya routinely went twenty-two hours of each twenty-four
without sexual stimulation or satisfaction, even a few minutes of orgasm
denial was hugely arousing.  Her cunt pulsed and gushed, both holes
flexing, very close to spilling over into the cascading convulsions of
orgasm.  She stroked and caressed and petted her holes, using her finger
tips to hold herself wider still while I promised to hurt her.

I told her it would make me wet to watch her in pain and that I wanted
her to ride the pain and turn it to hunger.  I wanted her to let the pain
take her through arousal and all the way into pleasure.  I was going to
hurt her and it would make Katya come, and she would keep coming as long
as the pain continued.

Dilation through muscle control and extreme conditioning takes effort.
Katya's holes began to twitch and tremble, delicate tissues exhausted by
the strain of the position.  "Hold it just a little longer," I said
firmly.  "Wait for it, just a bit more..."  I coached and played
cheerleader for long minutes as Katya held herself open with the kind of
muscle control that the long months of electrical training and marathon
conditioning had developed.
She was shuddering when I let her relax, quivering as her holes softened,
pulsing as they began to close.  "Show daddy how you play with your
holes," I prompted her, then watched her sensuously massage her
exhausted sphincters as they rippled closed, gloved finger tips petting
and stroking.   "Play with your ass, and just open that special hole for
me, baby.  Open up daddy's favourite hole for me."

Katya whimpered, slowly wiggling one finger tip in her ass.  "Show me
how good you can be, boi.  You know how I feel about that pretty hole."

It was always more difficult to open one hole without the other.
Reminding her that she would have to work on that skill, I had her tease
her ass until it was gaping open, dilated as if for two fingers.   "I'm
going to hurt you.  I want you to come on the pain and keep coming until
the pain stops.   Will you show me how good you are?"

"Oh, yes, daddy!"

"You aren't allowed to scream or bite yourself or hurt yourself in any
way.  Only I get to hurt you.  When daddy hurts you, you're going to
take all the energy that you would have put into the scream and put it
into your orgasms.  Now pet daddy's special hole one more time."

Katya whimpered, the long minutes of orgasm denial ensuring that her next
orgasms would be explosive, even without the additional heat of pain.
The glass on her desk still held about an inch of horse liniment.  "Pour
the horse liniment over your clit and let it wash over your cunt and
spill into daddy's special hole," I told Katya lovingly.  "It's going
to hurt so good and you'll keep coming until the pain stops."

Keening softly, Katya picked up the glass and held it over her exposed
sex.  "No screaming," I reminded her.  "Now let it spill all over your
clit and your pussy.  Keep that pretty asshole open for daddy so some of
that lovely liniment goes right inside daddy's favourite hole."

Katya was panting, huffing and puffing like a woman in labour. She held
her breath and tipped the glass.  Golden fluid splashed over her clit in
a thin stream.  The cords in Katya's neck stood out, her face turning
red as she moved the glass to let the liniment spill over her cunt and
into her desperately quivering asshole.   She keened behind clenched
teeth, moving the glass slightly, emptying it steadily over her
clitoris.  The liniment trickled into every fold, seeping into her
vaginal barrel and spilling freely into her dilated ass.

I heard a thump over the microphone but no sound of broken glass when
Katya's fingers twitched, dropping the empty glass, bouncing off her
thigh and rolling on to the floor.  "Good boi," I cooed.

Katya convulsed in what looked like a world class orgasm, both holes
slamming tight in that first, whole body spasm of pleasure and pain.
"Oh, you're such a pretty boi when you're in pain," I crooned.
"That's my good boi.  Ride the pain and let it make you come for
daddy.  Such a good boi.  Come on the pain for me."

Katya exhaled and then took a deep tearing breath of air, chest heaving
like the bellows.  "Oh, thank you daddy," she sobbed.  "I'm a good
boi!" she wailed and came again, rocking in the frame as her holes
flexed and clenched.

I sat back and watched Katya writhe and convulse, every muscle straining
as she rocked through another orgasm, her sex flexing and clenching as
she rode out the climax.  I knew the liniment burned like fire, heat so
intense that it rivalled raw ginger for its fury, although as Katya had
pointed out, the ginger was different, sharper.

Sweat broke out over Katya's entire body, the cords standing out her
neck and her face turning a rather alarming shade of red as she rocked
her way through a cascade of multiple orgasms.  While the bondage frame
was a rather utilitarian affair constructed of steel pipes and budget
vinyl, it was sturdy enough to only sway slightly as Katya's whole body
strained, hips snapping as she came again, wailing about being a good boi
as she launched herself into another chain of orgasms.

The hairless flesh of her pussy was bright red, the path where the
liniment had splashed and flowed would burn fiercely for hours.

I sat and sipped my tea and watched my boy twist and writhe and come
endlessly.
Ever since the conditioning with the ginger plugs, Katya had pain and
arousal deeply intertwined.  The burning horse liniment was a delicious
treat that my boi liked every bit as much as I thought she might.  I
would always be fond of ginger plugs for proper figging, but the liquid
liniment had properties that Katya would likely be quite passionate
about.

Whooping and gasping as she finally had to breath again, Katya shuddered
violently, hips thrusting as she used that gymnast's body to move in
what should have been a restraining position.  I didn't need to say a
word.  Katya just rocked and twisted and came over and over again, a slow
rolling rhythm that had her barely coming down from one climax before she
clenched and went sailing over the edge, coming hard again and again.

                                   * * * * *



It was well into the second hour before Katya purred.  "Thank you,
daddy.  You take such good care of me.  I like that horse liniment a
lot."

I laughed at the considering look she gave the bottle.  "Greedy brat,
that's a special treat you have to earn by being very, very good
indeed.  You're back on your school time restrictions until you come
home."

"Three more sleeps!" Katya sighed, slipping her feet out of the loops
at the top of the bondage frame.  She stretched and curled up on her side
before shuddering through another orgasm.

"Three more sleeps," I agreed indulgently.  "Enjoy the rest of your
evening, but it's back to school when you wake up.  Be prepared with a
proposal if you want to run a program during your three week break."

"Okay, daddy," Katya said happily.  "I can email you a rough draft in
the morning.  And I'm already working on a major intervention for the
Christmas holidays.  I'm going for finesse this time.  I still haven't
been able to manage total sensory deprivation for any length of time.
There's something about the brain chemicals released during sensory
deprivation and the interface with the neurotransmitters and endorphins
released during orgasm that I want to explore."

"Brain geek."

Katya gave me a boyish grin.  "You got it.  And you have only yourself
to blame.  That paper you sent me from the guy in California about
synaptic sculpting got me thinking.  And I really, really, really want to
do something with the hormone again.  I'm wondering how long it's
possible to keep a cascade going, particularly on the heels of sensory
deprivation.  I want that flooding.  I'm just not sure if I want to do
microsurgery or cut loose with the chain saw."

"The really scary part is that I understood that.  Send me your file.
You just pretty much rode the cascade for damned near two hours.  I liked
that a lot.  Don't plan on going far from the vacuum machine for these
three weeks.  I want to see the bunny fuck."

"You're an odd, odd woman.  I really like that about you.  Daddy, I
think if I pair it with total sensory deprivation I can do the same
conditioning without having to take weeks."

I smirked.  "What would you do if I handed you a big red button that
would directly stimulate the pleasure centers of your brain?"

Katya laughed.  "I'd probably sit on the button and try to use it for a
butt plug and die with a smile on my face.  Is there anything better than
orgasm?"

I snickered.  Such a wicked, kinky boi.

It was going to be interesting to see which direction Katya decided she
wanted to go with her training.

To be continued...