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At the beginning of our most recent session I confessed to Mistress that after seven months of her enforced mental chastity training, in which masturbation is encouraged, but orgasm denied, I suddenly find the expectation of orgasm no longer exists –my masturbation sessions are lasting longer and longer now that they are no longer interrupted or ended by ejaculating.

“Very nice, Jennifer… And how long do these masturbation “rituals” to me last, now that you have learned the joy of masturbating without orgasm?” She asked.

“I can sometimes pleasure myself for hours now,” I told her.

“And to do you notice your urges or need to masturbate becoming more and more frequent?” She asked.

“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” I stammered.

“And do you always end up pulling your panties down and giving into these urges?” She asked.

“How often do these urges occur? How many times a day do you find yourself masturbating?” She asked.

“Sometimes as much as four… five… six times a day” I confessed.

“Very good, Jennifer. Your reprogramming is coming along very nicely,” she said with a devilish smile. “I feel quite convinced and satisfied that ejaculation is no longer a part of your masturbation repertoire, but just to be sure, I want you to prove it to me.”

She told me to follow her. She led me into a dimly lit room with a twin bed, small dresser, and a chair. It was the same room and bed in which she performed her first milking of me… A milking in which she extracted confession after confession out of me in exchange for a much-needed orgasm at the time.

As I stood near the bed in my nylons, panties, and bra, Mistress instructed me to lie on the bed on my back and to make myself comfortable. As I lie there looking up, I recalled the large mirror on the ceiling above.

She explained that I was going to lie there and play with myself for one full hour and then she placed her thumbs inside my panties and pulled them down my smooth thighs. After giving my full sack a few gentle squeezes, she leaned over and stared into my eyes.

“One full hour, Jennifer… I will set a timer for you. For one hour you will masturbate for me, without orgasm of course, just as you do at home… The only difference being that I will be watching – not constantly, but off and on. I will leave the door open and remove my shoes so that you will not know if I am watching from outside the door, not watching, or if I am standing right next to you.”

With that, Mistress presented a large blindfold and secured it tightly around my head and carefully adjusted it over my eyes, explaining that the blindfold will ensure that I will not know when she is observing me.

“I have set the timer, Jennifer. Would you like some lotion? Do you use lotion at home?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I confessed.

I soon felt some type of cool lotion or other lubricant being drizzled up and down the length of my already swollen clit.

“Now show me how you give yourself to me when you are alone in the privacy of your bedroom… When no one is watching. Show me how you are now able to enjoy pleasuring yourself without the interruption of orgasm. Do it!” She demanded.

As if entranced, yet well aware that she was still standing there, I pulled my knees up slightly, and began to push my panties farther down my thighs.

Feeling no inhibitions or shame, I would give her what she wanted. As I took my well-lubricated clit in my hand, I spread my legs and proceeded to pleasure myself.

Within moments the still silence of the room was broken by the sound of my soft moans, as I continued to lapse deeper and deeper into a state of entranced sexual bliss.

As usual, the sensual feeling of femininity prevailed as my moans of increased pleasure continue to fill the room.

After about 10 minutes I didn’t know if Mistress was still in the room or not, nor did I care… I continued to shamelessly give her what she wanted – proof that her “mental chastity” training (and subsequent reprogramming of my masturbation habits) had indeed accomplished its purpose of instilling in me a seemingly insatiable need to masturbate now that orgasm with ejaculation is no longer a part of it.

I remained oblivious to my surroundings as my moans of sensual bliss became synchronous with the slow stroking and rubbing of my clit. At one instance I thought I heard giggling but wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered; only that I continued to mindlessly masturbate for Mistress’s gratification and amusement. I needed to prove to her that orgasm and ejaculation was no longer necessary for me to derive pleasure from masturbating, and that because of her reprogramming of me I am able to now play with myself as often, and for as long as I wish.

I remained in the state of mindless, sensual bliss the entire hour… Alternately moaning and biting my lip as I rubbed and lightly stroked my clit with my legs spread as far as my panties would allow.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, Jennifer?” Mistress suddenly whispered in her soft voice, breaking her silence.

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CONTINUED IN FORCED WOMANHOOD 79

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