One long kiss goodbye and he was gone. The first night proved restless; when reading failed to induce sleep, Karen shuffled out of bed and turned on the computer. After an hour of pointless surfing, she came across an article about hypnosis. Her interest piqued, she navigated to another article, then another. Karen's roused curiosity spurred her to join a hypnosis club. Before she knew it, she was chatting with a man about the success of online hypnosis and the possibility of giving it a try sometime. The lengthy discussion ended in the early morning hours with a promise to connect again and perhaps pursue the prospect further.

Karen lay awake for a while longer pondering what she had read and what the hypnotist had told her. He seemed to know what he was talking about. He seemed to be trusting. He definitely seemed to be eager to experiment with her. She toyed with the idea of hypnosis with him and tingled with the thought of being controlled. Would she really do whatever he suggested? Could she really relinquish all power to him? Could she actually surrender her will to his command? Those words he typed, those words she read, flashed through her mind over and over. Submission. Control. Obey. Command. Her pulse increased, her breath huffed, and her hand clutched her crotch as she tightly squeezed her legs around it. Karen's discovery that night would change her, change her indeed.

Karen and Ralph did connect again. Every evening for the rest of the week Ralph typed the words that brought Karen closer to his command. The physical relaxation came first and easy. The mental relaxation proved to be slightly more difficult, but she soon learned to remove all distractions and to focus and concentrate on his words. By the end of the week, Ralph felt he had conditioned Karen's body to relax immediately with a few words of suggestion, and in another session or two her mind would respond in the same manner.

Karen was unsure of the success. She felt relaxed and refreshed after each session, but had she really been hypnotized? She fell asleep every night clutching her crotch and smiling with the thoughts that stirred her excitement. Hypnosis or not, she liked the idea of Ralph commanding her. Commanding each body part to relax, to completely let go. Commanding her mind to relax, to totally empty. Commanding her to become only his, obediently his. And when she found herself obeying, well, Karen more than liked it. She began to crave it.

By the end of the following week, Ralph was right. He was able to hypnotize Karen, to make her fall under his control, to make her submit totally to his command, by simply typing the two words: deep surrender. Karen's response to those words would always and automatically be: I am yours to command.

For the next few nights Ralph and Karen would login to instant messenger like clockwork. They would spend a few minutes in friendly chat and then Ralph would begin the play.

One night he tried the shortcut method as a test. Ralph, while chatting, inserted the words "Deep surrender."

Karen immediately fell into trance and responded as hoped, "I am yours to command."

Ralph quickly typed, "You like to obey. Every time you obey my command, you will go deeper. Do you understand?"

Karen, obeying and falling deeper, responded, "Yes."

Ralph's fingers tapped the keys quickly, "Every time you obey, you go deeper under my control. It pleases me when you obey. Tell me you want to please me."

Karen obediently typed, "I want to please you."

Ralph took Karen on a little trip. He commanded her to fill up like a helium balloon and feel herself rising from the chair. He commanded her to rise higher and higher until she reached the ceiling. He reinforced each time that it pleased him when she obeyed. He then reassured her that a ribbon tied to her ankle and the chair would not let her float away indefinitely, but he instructed that an opening in the ceiling would allow her to rise into the cool night air and shine with the stars around her.

She obeyed him and allowed herself to rise higher, falling deeper into his thrall, and awaiting his next command. He instructed that she float until the ribbon was pulled tight and at that moment she would feel an arousal of desire deep within her. Karen obeyed and floated upward into the stars. When she felt the slight jerk of the taut ribbon, a rush of arousal surged throughout her. A delightful sensation filled Karen with a desire to please the man who controlled her and in doing so, the pleasure for herself increased.

Ralph awakened Karen slowly as he commanded her to descend back to sitting in the chair in front of the computer. As she slowly came out of hypnosis, he instructed that she would remember the floating and the desirable arousal, but not the words that took her there. Then Ralph typed, "Awaken."

Karen climbed into bed that night with a wonderful lingering arousal. Impulsively her legs crunched hard around the hand that had routinely clutched her sex night after night. She giggled as her fingers slipped inside her moist panties, and soon fell asleep as content as a newborn baby with a bellyful of mother's milk.

Every night thereafter Ralph began the sessions with "Deep surrender" and Karen obediently responded, "I am yours to command." Ralph's expert guidance took Karen on playful hypnotic journeys and experiences. He unfailingly included instructions and commands that repeatedly emphasized the relationship between obedience and arousal. He consistently reinforced that the gratification she received from obeying was associated to a sexual awareness that demanded an action of satisfaction. Therefore, Karen would awaken from each stirring session feeling a compulsion to please, and would fall asleep soon after granting herself the satisfactory reward that her own hands automatically dished out.

One night into the fourth week of their hypnotic engagements Karen was ready to meet Ralph again for another session. She thought about it most of the day and grew anxious for their time together. When she logged in, disappointment spread throughout her. She saw for the first time since they met that he was not there. He had always been there. She waited a few minutes, but still no Ralph. So she started to surf the net again to pass the time. A few minutes later, still no Ralph. Karen decided to visit the hypnosis club again. Maybe he would be there.

Ralph was not in the club either, but Karen stayed and listened to the chat that was already in progress. Intrigued with one man's comments, she invited him to a private chat. She didn't know why she did this, but she suspected it was because she needed to be controlled. Every night for the past few weeks Karen was conditioned to please her master and then herself. It was a conditioning that could not be overlooked.

In their chat, Jim soon learned that Karen wanted to be hypnotized. Karen felt it was more a need than a want. Like a cat that needed let out at night, Karen needed controlled.

Jim succeeded that night and Karen's bedtime ritual continued uninterrupted and slightly more enhanced: obedience to two masters. "It must be heaven," whispered Karen as she drifted to sleep.

The next evening Karen logged in to the messenger a little earlier in hopes that Jim would be there. He was! Karen was not only taken under his control again, but she was also given his own trigger words to make her immediately relinquish her will to him on command. Whenever Jim would type "Deeply asleep," Karen would fall into trance and respond with "I am asleep." And of course, he commanded her to not remember those specific instructions.

After the session, Karen parted with him and joined Ralph who had just logged in at his regular time. He apologized for the night before, and even though Karen expressed her feelings of missing him, she silently thanked him for not being there. She never would have met Jim if he had been.

Now Karen had a new routine; for the next two nights she played with Jim and then she played with Ralph. And of course, each night Karen played with herself as she fell asleep.

Friday night proved no differently except for one thing. Karen and Jim played their game as usual. However, when Ralph ended his session with her, he instructed that she would shower before bed. As her hands washed over her body, she would begin to feel his hands instead. He instructed that it would please him very much if she obeyed his post hypnotic suggestion and allowed his hands to bring her to orgasm, an instruction that he had never given her in any of the previous sessions. Although he did not know for certain that she was pleasuring herself each night, he did have a very good idea that she was. The conditioned arousal he had programmed into her essentially assured it.

Karen awoke to a beautiful Saturday morning feeling refreshingly alive. She showered, again, simply because she preferred to start the day with a shower, but more honestly because she thought she could recapture the essence of the night before. As the water gently sprayed her face, thoughts of obedience and submission pulled her soapy hands to her breasts for a brief caress and pinch. But so quickly they traveled down her belly and to the spot that was already throbbing and begging for attention. How wonderful it felt to satisfy herself once more while thoughts of pleasing Ralph swam in her head.

So many errands to run today and Karen looked forward to each one with a new attitude. She toweled herself quickly, dressed more quickly, and then hopped, skipped and jumped to the car parked outside.

Her first stop at the dry cleaners, however, steered Saturday in a new direction. Cheerfully Karen approached the counter and plopped the clothes down as she greeted the attendant. When Karen noticed that a linen skirt and blouse were going to be charged separately instead of as a suit, she questioned it in a perturbed manner. A tingle deep in her groin alerted her to the same arousing sensation she felt under hypnosis.

The discussion soon grew into an argument. More words were exchanged. Karen began to feel flushed and hot. It felt good. She raised her angry voice and a rush of heat flowed throughout her body. It felt great. Quickly she turned in a huff, shouted some words about not paying more for a simple cleaning, and stomped out the door.

She couldn't get to the privacy of her car fast enough. She pushed the automatic unlock button too early and it would not open. Quickly she picked up her pace and pushed the button again. She heard the click, ran, opened the door, and dove into the seat.

Her one hand immediately pulled her panties aside as the other hand simultaneously dug into her slick hole. Oh it felt so good, so needed. Her thumb drew circles on her little love button as her first two fingers probed deeper. Within thirty seconds her enlarged button jerked with the first hint of orgasm and then the spasms followed.

Karen's hard pants slowed to a heavy breathing and finally to softer sighs. What just happened? She questioned the intense need for release, but more puzzling was the question of her behavior with the dry cleaner attendant. Karen knew she normally would not squabble over a few cents in cleaning costs.

"Oh well," thought Karen as she wiped her fingers on a Kleenex and straightened her skirt, "time to head for the bank."

She pulled behind three other cars in the drive-thru. The first customer, taking unusually long, made Karen grow impatient. Half a minute later she honked the horn and pounded the steering wheel. She felt that familiar tingle.

The second car pulled up to the window. Again it seemed to be taking too long so Karen laid on the horn and shouted an obscenity. This time she felt a contraction that caused her to squeeze and bear down into her seat.

A smile appeared on her face as the third car pulled ahead to the window. Whether this customer was taking a long time or not, Karen didn't care. She was growing more excited the more impatient she became, so she laid on the horn, barked more obscenities, and found her hand sliding up her thigh in search of the throb that needed treatment.

By the time Karen approached the window, she was pumping up and down on her two fingers to the rhythm of a song on the radio. She threw her paycheck and deposit slip at the teller, snapped a command to give her the change in fifties, and growled as she climaxed and felt the fresh wetness ooze over her hand.

She grabbed her money without a thank-you, and pulled out of line searching for the used moist Kleenex.

What was happening? Where was this behavior coming from? Karen again was not only appalled by her display of impatience and vulgar language, but she was also quite perplexed as to why she grew sexually excited from the behavior. And more importantly she questioned why she had to urgently respond to the excitement and bring herself to orgasm. She thought of her session with the new hypnotist, Jim. No, she rationalized; he only suggested that she have a wonderful glow all weekend and feel on top of the world. Well, she certainly was glowing...her swollen pussy was testament to that.

The next stop was the video rental store. Every Saturday night Karen and her boyfriend sipped wine and watched several movies. Since her boyfriend had been gone for several weeks, she continued the ritual and rented movies for which only she had an interest. She called it her movie catch-up time and she had several titles in mind.

The first title she searched was already taken. With a sigh she searched for the next one. It was taken also. Her third search proved fruitless and Karen's disappointment soon turned to frustration. For some reason though, she felt warm inside, like she almost hoped the next title would also be gone. To her satisfaction it was and this successfully turned her frustration into irritation. And exactly as she had anticipated, the irritation made her heart pound harder, her blood flow faster, and the heat of excitement gush through every artery, vein and capillary until she pulsed with a desire to explode.

She angrily burst out a negative comment about none of the movies she wanted being available, grabbed any old video and tossed it on the counter. And when she noticed that the bags of free popcorn were also gone, she lashed out a final insult that took her to the edge. She ran out of the store, fumbled with the automatic door lock again, and dove onto the seat once more.

She tore off her panties, spread her full lips, still puffy from the last three climaxes, and groped for the tiny protrusion that had now grown tender to the touch. She stroked it, she flicked it, she pulled it. She shoved her two fingers into her hole. She pulled them out. She pushed them in again, deeper. She pulled them out. In harder, deeper. Out again. In. Out. In. Out.

She was there, on the brink, but this orgasm was harder to achieve. She knew she could climax again and she would not stop until she did. Seconds turned into minutes. Not willing to give up, she played and toyed with herself longer. More minutes passed. She rubbed her sensitive nub with the tip of her finger until it grew hard and large enough to take between her forefinger and thumb. Vigorously she pumped it like a miniature penis. The fast little strokes were a new excitement, one she liked very much, and within seconds she was over the edge with spasms and contractions. And oh how good she felt.

But how? Why? Every time she became perturbed, every slightest little agitation, Karen felt the tingling sensations. She realized that the more upset she became, the more aroused she became. It was a game. She hoped, looked for anything to set her off and she purposely took it to the next level and then the next. She wanted the arousal. She wanted the orgasm. She had no choice but to fulfill a compelling desire to please. But to please whom? To please herself of course, but she knew it was deeper than that. What had Jim done to her?

Karen decided to leave her panties off. They were quite wet and growing increasingly uncomfortable. She straightened her skirt again, looked for a new Kleenex, but finally used her panties instead. She tossed them over her shoulder and said out loud, "Next stop...the mall."

Saturday traffic, heavy as usual, required the driver's courtesy and tried his patience even more. Karen found herself most eager to get to the mall. Somewhat confused, she mulled over the motives for her arrogant and rude behavior, but at the same time she grinned with the possibilities of spurring another altercation or two and looked forward to rewarding herself for the effort.

Preoccupied with her thoughts, Karen's focus on getting to the mall quickly caused her to speed recklessly through yellow lights, tailgate unrelentingly, and blatantly cut others off at intersections. Each time a cuss word was shouted, a middle finger was flipped or a clenched fist was waved out of her car window. Karen's road rage succeeded in summoning the fever pitch excitement that she very consciously sought, but very unconsciously obeyed.

Karen soon found herself driving with one hand while the other firmly planted itself between the folds of her wet and swollen red lips. She thrust those two expert fingers deep inside herself and squeezed her pleasure point hard between those fingers and the fleshy muscle of her palm. She pumped it like the bladder of a squeeze toy where the air made the legs move. She kneaded it like a small ball of clay in a potter's hand. And oh yes, she winced a little from the slight pain, but she felt so good when she slammed the gearshift into park and squeezed the last pulsation out of her sore little point. The grip she had on her sex matched the one she had on the steering wheel and left her pleasure point just as red as the other left her knuckles white.

Totally mystified about her state of affairs, Karen numbly stared into space for a few long minutes. Long enough for the gooey mess on her hand to dry. How many orgasms has she had today? How many more could she possibly experience on impulse? Yes, her hand provided the outside stimulus, but where did the inner desire originate? How did the uncontrollable urge to climax against her will form? Why did this force drive her to completion each and every time? And why would anger be the emotional ignition?

So many bewildering questions. Only one answer.

Not feeling so elated about the situation anymore, she began to turn negatively toward Jim. Why had she trusted him so quickly? She tried desperately to remember what he had suggested while he controlled her last night. Control. Oh, the thought of that control. And the thought of obeying. Both made Karen spin with pleasure again. Something about control and obedience stabbed her to the core. Pleasing him affected a rush of arousal that made her pulse race.

With a mischievous thought and an evil grin, Karen slammed the car door behind her and scurried into the mall. The lingering tingles and throbs she now felt emanated from the over stimulation she had served to herself and the frenzied determination she employed to achieve that recent orgasm. With each stride, she flinched with the discomfort that was a constant reminder of her unexplained compulsion.

Karen grabbed about ten garments from the racks to take into the dressing room. She knew full well that only five were permitted, but she was counting on the confrontation to incite the obsessed arousal that dictated her previous behaviors.

As expected the young salesgirl politely reminded Karen about the try-on limit. And as expected also, the uncontrollable emotion began to well up in Karen. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand and prickle. She hunched her back and slowly rose to a towering figure as she turned to face the girl. Her blood coursed through her body so forceful and flaming hot that she was sure it would burst through her skin. With claws extended she hissed a derogatory remark, slung a handful of clothing onto the counter, and spat a few four-letter words as she stormed into the dressing room.

Karen threw the remaining garments onto the floor as she banged the door behind her. She hiked up her skirt over her hips and plopped onto the chair opposite the mirror. She slouched down and raised and bent both legs. She planted one foot halfway up the wall aside the mirror and rested the other on the bench below the mirror.

Her close reflection revealed a very swollen, very red, and very wet pussy. Karen watched herself in the mirror as she took both of her hands and spread her enlarged lips to expose the recessed opening. She began a one sided dialogue with her image.

A low guttural voice from deep within her throat spurred, "You hussy. Yes, you. You're a slut, a horny little slut that can't get enough."

Karen's two experienced fingers were soon hidden in the swollen folds.

"So you think you can cum again? Yes, you can, and you will, but not like that! Slip another one in, that's it, you fuckin' slut. Put all four cunt-hooks in there!"

Her four fingers slid in as she commanded, "Feels good to do yourself, you know you want it. Yes, ram 'em in deeper. Bury 'em, you slut."

Karen's hand moved in and out as she moaned loudly. She pumped her hips in rhythm and watched her juice ooze a little over her hand.

"Fuck your hand. Fuck it hard you bitch. Faster bitch!"

Karen rode her hand fast and hard creating wet slurping suction sounds. Her tender pussy throbbed from both the pain and the excitement. She slid her thumb slowly to her very sensitive clit. Karen's ambition was orgasm at any cost and when she flinched because of the soreness, she heard herself goad, "Yes, it's beginning to feel raw. Raw and tender. But, ripe too. Yes, ripe and ready."

She watched her wet fingers find her mouth.

"Taste yourself, slut. Taste your slimy sap."

Karen sucked her fingers and tasted the sweet nectar.

"Satisfy your need, you cunt-itchin' bitch. He's waiting for you to please him. Show him what a pig you can be."

Karen gathered a glob of saliva and smeared it over her aching clit. The sting made her cringe.

"Dig into your snatch and get more juice. Make yourself cum, you little bitch."

Karen was moaning. Her alter ego was shouting. She pumped her four fingers, she tweaked her poor clit, she roughly slid up and down her tight slit, and she pulled at her large swollen lips. She cried from the pain. But it felt good, so very good and she was going to cum. She would not stop until she did.

"You're almost there, bitch. Harder, make yourself cum. You're his slut. Show him your cum. Make your cum gush out of your cunt. Please him and he will reward you!"

Karen saw herself in the mirror thrashing about on the edge of the chair. Her legs pushed against the wall and bench as she moved with each pump. Her fingers found that noted G spot. The direct stimulation took her to the level that previously seemed unachievable. She felt the orgasm build and grow. It was there, finally there.

She spread her inflamed lips and watched her hard clit jerk and throb. Her insides convulsed with electrifying spasms and contractions. She wailed moans of pure agony and ecstasy. She felt the energy, the hotness spill from her as her raw hole squirted a clear watery fluid. It splashed the mirror, trailed down to the bench, and soaked the clothes that had been thrown to the floor long ago.

Karen's hand came to her mouth once again. She sucked her fingers and then licked them dry. She smiled at herself in the mirror, wiped the tear that trailed from her eye, and declared, "You are a slut. His slut."

It took a while before Karen gathered her thoughts and reevaluated her absurd behavior. She decided to not allow Jim to hypnotize her again. She would not even chat with him. How could someone take advantage of her like that?

Karen tried to compose herself and walk out of that place as inconspicuously as possible. All she wanted was to get home without further conflict. The uncomfortable feeling between her legs reconfirmed her decisions: no more anger, no more orgasms, and no more contact with Jim. She vowed that Ralph would be her one and only master.

Determined to seek the sanctuary of her home without further incident, Karen crossed a few errands from her list and headed for the final necessary stop. She would run into the grocery store, pick up the few items she absolutely needed and head for home immediately. Maybe a soak in a tubful of warm water would soothe her sore femininity and her sore ego.

She hastily walked through the market chanting reminders to herself. Don't look at anyone. Don't speak to anyone. Just grab what you need and get out.

She emptied her cart onto the conveyor belt. When the checkout boy dropped the apples onto the scale, Karen bit her lip to suppress her comment. Better to leave with bruised apples than a bruised pussy and ego. When he handed her the incorrect change, Karen kindly, albeit through clenched teeth, pointed out his mistake and left before she couldn't resist the temptation to unleash unkind verbiage any longer.

She felt the tingling urge, but managed to suppress it enough that she was sure it would go away. She stopped in the lobby for a can of Coke to wet her dry throat. The machine ate her quarters and produced no Coke. She punched the machine. Nothing. She kicked it. Nothing. She felt the tingling urge rise again. Determined to conquer this compulsion, Karen took a few deep breaths, calmly inserted quarters into the next machine, and chose a Pepsi instead.

Proud of her conquest, Karen's mission was to drive home without another stop. Forget the other errands, necessary or not. A warm bath and a long nap would rid her of this terrible game from which Jim apparently derived some perverted pleasure.

Karen placed the cold can of Pepsi between her legs as she drove. The icy contact on her thighs invited her to jack the can deeper until the wet coolness soothed her constant ache and satisfied the mounting need for touch. The tingling had not really been quelled after all.

However, it was a temporary satisfaction only. After a minute, she removed the can and replaced it with her finger. She jerked from the slight pain, but soon eased to the comfort of the relieved anxiety. "Just a little touch," she said, "just a little." The little touch lasted the whole way home. It was enough to get her there without a full-blown orgasm, but not without a blister.

Karen won. She was able to overcome the urge to climax, or so she thought. When she undressed for the bath, she found herself sitting on the bed crossed legged and twirling her finger around her blistered nub. The mirror reflected a distraught image.

Karen's hair was straggly and her face was drawn. A blank expression stared back at her as tears trickled gently down her cheeks. She stared into the vacant eyes and drew monotonous circles on herself. Over and over she circled until she was numb, and unless an orgasm was achieved, she would not stop.

Karen had no idea how much time had elapsed. Layers of skin were worn from her "love" button. Salty trails of tears were dried on her cheeks. She was in a trance-like state, but aware enough that she hated Jim, she hated hypnosis, she just hated period.

Then suddenly, as if there were no obsession or no compelling command to climax, Karen removed her frozen hand, stood up and logged in to instant messenger.

Ralph was online and kindly greeted her with "Good evening."

Karen returned the greeting, but said nothing else.

Ralph quickly typed, "Deep surrender."

After Karen responded, "I am yours to command," Ralph asked how her Saturday was.

As Karen began to type her answer, a new window popped up on her screen. Jim had been waiting for her and toyed with the idea of using his trigger words to greet her. When Karen's name finally lit to indicate her online status, his eagerness took over and impulsively he typed her words, "Deeply asleep."

Karen read the words, left Ralph's window and obediently responded, "I am asleep."

A smile appeared on Jim's face, but Ralph grew impatient for an answer and commanded, "Obey me Karen. It pleases me when you obey. Do you understand?"

Karen, who wanted to please her master, her only master, continued to type where she left off. Her message read, "It was bi Yes, I understand."

Reading the unfinished sentence, Ralph was alerted to her interruption and dismissed it as it being him that did not give her enough time to answer before he pushed with the next question.

He praised her and then asked again, "How was your Saturday?"

"It was bittersweet," she replied, and then responded to Jim's next question, "I am not well."

Ralph (grinning): Have you been aroused?

Karen: Yes

Jim (empathetically): Why are you not well?

Karen: I am a bad girl.

Ralph (a little stirred): Have you acted upon that arousal?

Karen (alternating windows effortlessly): Yes

Jim (puzzled): I know you as a good girl. What bad have you done?

Karen: I followed your instructions.

Ralph (anxiously): Have you brought yourself to orgasm today?

Karen: Yes

Ralph (aroused): How many times?

Jim (very puzzled): My instructions to do something bad?

Karen: Yes

Ralph (impatiently): Karen, you must obey me. How many times did you bring yourself to orgasm?

Karen: 6 times, almost 7

Karen's responses to each hypnotist were becoming slower.

Ralph (gloating satisfactorily): Yes, that is very sweet. Did you enjoy your orgasms?

Jim (calmly): My instructions were for you to glow with wonderful feelings as you ran your errands today. Did you feel wonderful today?

Karen: Yes

Ralph (punching the keys harder): I asked, did you enjoy your orgasms?

Jim (confused): Karen, I want you to tell me why you were a bad girl when you felt wonderful under my instruction.

Karen: I don't anger over trivial things. I don't use bad words in public or belittle people.

Jim (appalled): Yes, that does sound bad. But do you believe that I instructed you to do that?

Ralph, who was growing very impatient and had no clue that Karen was chatting, or even hypnotized by someone else, demanded, "Karen, obey me. It pleases me when you obey. Did you enjoy your orgasms?"

Karen typed "Yes" in both hypnotists' windows.

Ralph (growing hard with arousal): That is good. You enjoy pleasing me. It pleases you. Tell me about the bitter.

Karen: I was angry. I shouted. I swore.

Ralph (very erect): Did the anger arouse you?

Jim felt terrible that Karen thought he had instructed her to do something unpleasant. He commanded Karen, "I want you to clear your mind of any thoughts you have right now and focus on the anger that you felt. Do you understand?"

Karen (in response to Jim): I cannot clear my mind of all thoughts. Ralph is in control.

Karen (in response to Ralph): Yes, it aroused me. I could not control it.

Jim (astonished): Ralph is controlling you now? Are you hypnotized by Ralph right now? Is he online with you NOW as we speak?

Karen: Yes

Ralph (very pleased with himself): Yes, Karen. The anger aroused you. But that is sweet also. The inner urges controlled you. You could not disobey them. You could not disobey me. Who controls you, Karen?

Karen: You do.

Ralph (rubbing his full erection): You will complete that seventh orgasm now, Karen. It pleases me when you obey me. You are becoming aroused from the obedience. Do you feel the arousal, the urge to complete that orgasm from before?

Jim (daringly): Karen, tell me what he is saying to you.

Karen repeated what Ralph was telling her. Jim finally understood that Karen blamed him for her unusual behavior, but did not know why. Seventh orgasm? No wonder she is not well. She must be very tender and sore, thought Jim. But what did anger have to do with it?

He quickly typed that she must try to focus on his words only. He instructed her to build a tiny box in her mind and asked, "Are you able to do that?"

Ralph (breathing harder): Do you feel the urge to orgasm?

Karen typed "Yes" in both windows.

Ralph's excitement grew in the long anticipation for her answer. He did not understand why she was so slow in answering, but he still had control. That was all that mattered.

Jim commanded that she gather all the words that Ralph had said to her and place them into the box. She complied. He commanded that she put a lid on the box and waited for her confirmation.

Ralph (rubbing more vigorously): Think about how great the anger made you feel today. Feel the anger arousing you now.

Karen felt the tingles deep inside. She typed Ralph's words to Jim. Then her hand reached for her naked and raw sex.

Jim couldn't believe that Ralph would command Karen to become sexually aroused from such a vulgar and insidious emotion as anger. Disgusted with Ralph's wicked game, Jim grew increasingly more worried and urgently commanded, "Karen, put those words into the box and place the lid on the box now. You will feel better when his words are gone."

Ralph (stroking his hardness): Touch yourself Karen. Touch yourself like you did today.

Karen's fingers began to wedge between her slit. She saw the lid of the box.

Jim, sensing that Ralph's command was stronger, tried to be more forceful. He typed, "Karen, YOU MUST PUT THE LID ON THE BOX NOW. OBEY AND YOU WILL BE BETTER."

Ralph (nearing climatic satisfaction): It pleases me when you obey. Obey and bring yourself to orgasm now. Are you ready?

Karen retyped those words to Jim. He calmly commanded, "Karen, look at those words in the box. Those are Ralph's words. They are bad words. Anger for pleasure is wrong. Ralph is wrong. Take the lid and make those words disappear. Tell me when you have made Ralph stop and disappear."

Ralph (on the edge): Karen, are you ready? I want you to cum now. You must cum now.

Karen put the lid on the box and typed to Jim, "He and his words have disappeared."

Ralph (needing Karen's confirmation that she is cumming): Karen, are you ready? Karen? KAREN

Jim (very relieved): Good girl. Karen, you are a good girl. Listen to me. Focus on my words. I want you to click the ignore button on Ralph's window. Will you do that for me?

Karen: Yes

Jim: Good girl. You will not feel compelled to summon anger. You will not feel compelled to pleasure yourself incessantly. You are free to make your own decisions. Do you understand?

Karen: Yes

Jim awakened Karen with a sense of well-being and the strength to face the merciless ordeal that was so maliciously calculated for her. He also bid a silent farewell, regretful that he would not get to know her better, but thankful that he met her when he did.

Ralph continued to agonize at the keyboard. He needed Karen's obedience to him, an absolute obedience that dominated her personality changes and physical pains, in order for him to achieve his own deranged orgasm. But it was so counterproductive as he frenziedly typed to a long gone Karen, "Deep surrender." "You must obey." "Who controls you?" "Deep surrender." "Karen, it pleases me when you obey." "Feel the arousal." And so on and so on into the empty night.