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Experiment
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

A married couple who do scientific research for a 
living seem happy enough until the wife finds out that 
her husband is cheating on her when he's away at 
conferences. Instead of divorce, she decides to use 
you experience in research and run an experiment on 
her wayward husband. (Fdom/M, nc, d/s, drugs, oral, 
anal, cream-pie, mc, huml)

***

"Don't forget to call me if you catch an earlier plane 
home from the conference or if your plane is delayed," 
said Florence. "I want to know either way, so I can be 
ready."

"OK," said Erwin. "Why are you so obsessive about this 
vacation?"

"Because your company owns you for the next five 
days," she said, "but the minute you get off the 
plane, you are mine exclusively for three full weeks."

"Don't forget, the vacation doesn't officially start 
until the next morning," he said, "and on the way 
home, I have to stop off at the lab for a few minutes 
to check on the rats."

"How could I forget the rats?" she said. "We can never 
forget the rats. We owe them everything."

They both laughed as they embraced, and then he walked 
out the front door. He didn't see that her smile 
changed to a frown as soon as the door closed behind 
him.

***

For Florence and Erwin, rats were their life. Both of 
them were fascinated by science at an early age and 
from high school onward they knew they wanted to be in 
research.

Each of them had achieved success. Erwin headed a team 
that researched new drugs for a large company. He made 
much more money than she did, but she was more famous, 
because her research into human psychology, especially 
sexual pathology, was frequently written up in popular 
publications and on websites, in addition to the peer 
review journals where Erwin's discoveries were also 
published.

They fell in love while they were taking care of rats 
in a college lab. Each of them was working on an 
experiment for a different class, but at night after 
they finished with their rats, they collaborated in 
some intense late-night human biology studies. They 
were married as soon as they graduated, and since both 
had multiple job offers, they were able to take 
positions in the same city.

Florence thought their marriage was as successful as 
their careers and Erwin never said anything to 
indicate he felt otherwise. They were talking about 
her taking a long break after she finished the two 
projects she was working on so they could begin a 
family.

Because she was a scientist, she was used to changing 
her mind. She would often start a project on the basis 
of what she thought was a sound hypothesis, because it 
was validated by all the data available up to that 
point. Sometimes, the results of her experiments 
clearly showed that her initial hypothesis had been 
wrong. It never bothered her to acknowledge that and 
proceed from the new data.

A year ago, an earthquake had almost thrown her out of 
her bed and she had called him at 1 a.m. at his hotel. 
He was at one of his out-of-town conferences, but she 
was concerned that he might hear about the quake and 
worry, so she decided to wake him up. When he picked 
up the phone and she told him why she was calling, his 
voice sounded strange. 

Then she heard another voice in the background, a 
woman's voice. The phone went dead and in a minute, he 
called back saying he had been cut off. He sounded 
more like himself and was concerned about her safety 
and the damage to the house. She told him to go back 
to sleep, but after she hung up, she didn't sleep much 
herself.

When he came home, he didn't mention the call or 
explain why she had heard a woman's voice. That made 
her wonder whether her hypothesis about their marriage 
was valid. She decided to collect more data and re-
evaluate data from the last few years. After she 
collated and examined it carefully, she concluded that 
her hypothesis had been wrong. It wasn't hard for her 
to accept the new reality.

Much more difficult was deciding her next step. Her 
previous conviction had led to her making many 
assumptions about their future together. But without a 
solid foundation for her dreams and plans, the 
progression of her personal life was no longer as 
clear as the progression of her research projects.

She thought about divorce and analyzed her personal 
data and his. In examining her feelings, she concluded 
that she still loved him. The data indicated that he 
rarely cheated, and only on business trips. She could 
find no pattern showing he was a serial adulterer. She 
saw no variation in how he treated her. Her hypothesis 
was that he probably loved her, too, and his cheating 
was spontaneous. He didn't plan it, but when he had 
the opportunity, he also didn't resist it.

After much thought, she decided to treat the situation 
as a research project in human sexual pathology and 
began working on it whenever she had spare time. To 
her as a scientist, the concepts of love, cheating and 
jealousy were simply different kinds of chemical 
reactions in the brain, whose state at any given time 
was the result of a combination of inherited genes and 
ever-changing stimuli that started with birth. She 
knew Erwin felt the same way.

Yet though she rejected associating romantic and 
magical meanings to love, she still experienced strong 
emotions. And it felt good to work on her personal 
research project.

Her regular work kept her busy, so the personal 
project moved slowly. But she wasn't impatient. She 
methodically gathered preliminary data until she felt 
she had more than she needed. Now it was time to use 
the data, along with data gathered from previous rat 
experiments and published findings from the research 
of other scientists.

That threw her for a couple of weeks. She didn't want 
to devise an experiment whose results meant nothing to 
her or anyone else. The experiment had to produce 
useful information or she was just playing a game and 
wasting her time.

Then it hit her. Her situation was not unique. Why not 
create a hypothetical solution to her situation and 
set up an experiment to test it? If her solution 
worked, it would be helpful to her and others. If it 
didn't, she would be able to analyze why, and that 
could lead to further experiments that might prove 
more fruitful.

Now came the hardest part. What would a solution to 
her problem with Erwin look like? Florence thought 
about this and came up with a rough idea. She adjusted 
it frequently in the following weeks until she felt it 
was clear enough to begin working on the experiment. 
Maybe it wasn't the outcome another woman would want, 
or even the one most women would choose, but it was 
the one she desired, and she was the one doing the 
work, so that justified it for her.

The only thing she felt bad about was that whether the 
experiment established her hypothesis or falsified it, 
the results might only be applicable to Erwin. It 
would take repeated experiments by others to replicate 
hers and establish whether her results could be 
applied universally. But she doubted whether 
additional experiments would ever be undertaken, 
because her study wouldn't be accepted by any 
reputable journal. It was more the kind of thing found 
on a kinky Internet sex site. But this didn't bother 
her at all. She began working on the design of the 
experiment.

***

When Erwin arrived home after flying back from the 
conference and stopping at the lab to check on his 
rats, he had no sooner walked through the front door 
than he felt a sting on his neck, just a small one 
like an ant bite. That's the last thing he remembered 
until he woke up. He was still inside the front door, 
but now he was on the floor, and he was naked.

He looked up and saw Florence dressed in her white lab 
uniform sitting in a kitchen chair next to him. He 
felt dizzy and weak, and when he tried to talk, his 
tongue felt so swollen that it was filling his mouth. 
He couldn't form words, and only random sounds came 
out.

"Don't try to talk yet, Erwin," she said, "because you 
can't. The effects of the reagent will wear off soon 
and you'll be physically back to normal in half an 
hour. No more chemicals are going to be used in this 
study. Right now, you're already able to comprehend 
what I'm saying, so I can begin describing the 
experiment.

"I left you here after injecting you as you walked in 
the door, because I wanted to show you some of the 
things I designed for the experiment before your mind 
had to focus on other matters. From here, you can 
already see one simple but vital piece of equipment.

"Look behind me to the end of the foyer. Do you see 
our new piece of furniture? It's a large, decorative 
Chinese screen, and its purpose is to provide for 
unexpected visitors. All our friends know that we are 
gone for three weeks, so we won't see any of them. But 
if a delivery person comes to the door, and I open it, 
all he or she will see is the screen behind me. Before 
I put it up, you could see a little bit of the kitchen 
and living room, but now they are hidden.

"Crawl with me behind the screen. I know you can't 
stand up yet, but you can move in the direction I'm 
pulling. I've got a collar on you and a leash to pull, 
but you're much bigger than I am, so you could 
probably resist my pulling if you wanted to and even 
grab the leash to keep from choking. But you can't do 
much more, and you can see this wooden paddle I'm 
lifting from the floor. I'm prepared to apply it 
strongly to your buttocks until the pain is enough to 
stimulate you to crawl where I lead you. I want to get 
started right away, so I'll begin pulling the leash 
and give you 30 seconds to follow me.

"That was good. I really didn't want to introduce an 
additional variable into the experiment before I 
started. Let's go around the screen. Now I'm going to 
bend down and thread the leash through here and pull 
you forward like this into the holding pen. You're 
stopping. Probably you're confused, but I'll explain 
everything in a minute. For now, all you need to know 
is that you have to crawl a few more feet forward. I'm 
going to give you 30 seconds again. OK, get ready, 
Erwin. I don't want to do this, and it's going to hurt 
a lot, but if you don't move immediately--. There you 
go.

"I knew your powers of reason would overcome your 
emotional reluctance to get into the cage. Now let me 
fasten it and lock it. As you see, it won't allow you 
to stand up, but it's big enough for you to lie down 
and stretch out, so why don't you do that and get 
comfortable while I talk. The bottom of the cage, and 
most of the downstairs of our house, is now thick 
padding, with a hygienic waterproof rubber mat 
covering it, so it's easy to clean by just hosing it 
down to the drains I've installed that go through the 
garage into the flower beds. I could invite the 
neighbors over for a barbecue in our backyard, and no 
one would see the drains.

"I've done all this myself in the five days you were 
gone, but I've been planning this much longer and had 
the materials stored nearby. It's funny, Erwin, but I 
realized as I was working on this the last few days 
that I wasn't doing anything new. I was just building 
another rat experiment like I've been doing for years, 
except this time, the rat was a lot larger.

"The impetus for the experiment was your cheating on 
me at some of your conferences. We don't need to get 
into how I found out or my anger. We're both 
scientists, and we know how human sexuality works. All 
I'll say is that I had a strong, irrational, emotional 
reaction and considered divorce, but I decided to 
collect more data first.

"I decided that you weren't a serial cheater, because 
there was no pattern and not a lot of frequency. 
Knowing you well, I was sure that you didn't take any 
chances that could affect your health and mine, and 
that you were also protective of your good reputation. 
Considering the risks of your behavior against the 
benefits of our marriage, logic dictated that I 
shouldn't do anything rash.

"But as you know, the chemicals in our brain 
frequently veer from the logical, and I found that 
when I was assessing the situation, I wasn't going to 
be satisfied with accusations, apologies and promises 
that I could never be sure you would keep. I thought 
of revenge, such as having sex with other men, but I 
had no desires in that direction. I also thought of 
how I could hurt you psychologically -- I would never 
hurt you physically -- and I came up with some ideas 
that I might have been able to use to make you an 
object of pity or derision.

"But sadism is foreign to my nature. The hardest parts 
of my rat experiments are always when the rats are 
hurt even slightly, either physically or 
psychologically. I always work to minimize such 
injuries. To me, they are only justified when the 
experiment could yield results that could dramatically 
improve human life.

"Thinking of my research with rats is what finally 
gave me an idea that felt right to me. And since your 
research is also with rats, it even felt poetically 
appropriate. I worked hard to prepare my experiment, 
and today we're beginning. This phase will last for 
three weeks and coincide with our vacation. I never 
paid for the tickets or reservations, and as soon as 
you left town, I canceled all of them. So we'll be 
staying here, even though everyone thinks we're out of 
town.

"The hypothesis for the experiment is this: In three 
weeks, I can condition you to be totally submissive to 
me in our personal intimate life without affecting the 
rest of your life in any way, especially your ability 
to do intellectually demanding scientific research.

"The fourth week, you'll go back to work and we'll see 
how well the hypothesis holds up. Then I'll evaluate 
all the data and decide what to do after that.

"When I started working on the experiment, I realized 
how audacious my hypothesis was. In the outdated, 
discredited language of Freudian psychology, I am 
trying to make you into a schizophrenic, so that you 
are one person whenever you deal with anything 
involving me on a personal level -- and a different 
person at other times. We both know the brain doesn't 
work like that.

"But I decided to see how close I can get to achieving 
at least an approximation of that result, one that 
would work for our careers, our marriage and the 
family we were planning to have. That's what we'll 
know in three weeks.

"You'll find this funny, but for a few minutes I 
thought about moral and ethical implications of what 
I'm doing. Remember when we were in college and we had 
those deep discussions? Later, when we had more 
research experience, we both realized how naive we had 
been.

"We know that we're just like everyone else. Every day 
we go about our lives imagining we have free will and 
are making decisions for ourselves. But as scientists, 
we know our brains are wired to respond certain ways 
to certain stimuli, and we have no control at all. So 
when I condition you to automatic obedience to my 
wishes, I'm not taking away your freedom. I'm just 
switching some of the connections in your brain to 
hand over some of their control to me.

"As you've often reminded me, there's no right and 
wrong when it comes to power, whether it's power that 
controls us or the power we have to control others, 
such as our research teams and support personnel. Or 
as you put it, 'Sometimes you're the scientist, and 
sometimes you're the rat.' Up to now, I guess our 
marriage was a collaboration of scientists, but now 
I'm changing it to a new model. I'm the scientist, and 
you're the rat. We both agree that neither kind of 
relationship is better than the other. They're just 
different. And since I prefer the second one now and 
I'm running the experiment, there's no reason I 
shouldn't try to achieve it.

"As usual, the researcher will be working at least as 
hard as the rat will. I won't get much sleep, because 
I'll be recording my observations in the lab book and 
making notes about the progress or lack of it.

"Sleep deprivation is a major part of the experiment. 
We've both read the literature that started appearing 
at the time of the first brainwashing discoveries, and 
we know that lack of sleep makes the brain much more 
open to suggestion that can lead to changes in brain 
function. For the first two weeks, your days will be 
five hours long. You'll sleep only three of those 
hours.

"At first, you won't fall asleep right away, but in a 
short time, you'll be so exhausted all the time that 
you'll be sleeping whenever you're not being kept 
awake. I'll gradually increase the amounts of sleep in 
the third week, so that you're close to normal by the 
time you go back to work.

"Pleasure and pain will be other controls that I'll 
use, mostly as part of aversion therapy. You'll see 
how those work in a few minutes. Apart from the 
conditioning, everything else, including bodily 
functions will be kept as simple as possible so 
minimal time is wasted. You and I don't believe in 
human dignity anyway, so it makes no difference if 
those functions are handled as though you were a lab 
rat. I will offer you a few concessions, and I'll be 
curious to see whether you choose them. If you do, 
remember that you can't take too much time, because 
every minute counts.

"All right, Erwin, I see that you're almost fully 
alert. You're probably analyzing the data I just gave 
you, but now you have to stop, because our work is 
beginning. I'm opening up one of the three gates 
leading from the holding pen, which is where you'll be 
sleeping. You need to crawl through it and down the 
narrow steel wire tunnel into the elimination room.

"You're beginning to speak with sounds I can 
understand, and that's perfectly all right. You may 
speak as much as you want, and you may also shout and 
scream. I checked to make sure our house is 
soundproofed a few days ago, and you can't produce 
enough decibels to be heard more than just slightly if 
someone has his ear against our front door. But you 
can save your breath if you want, because I'm tuning 
you out and won't respond to anything you say. If I 
did, it might influence your responses and ruin the 
experiment.

"So please move through that tunnel that's open to the 
elimination room, Erwin. I won't try to reach inside 
the cage with my paddle, but all the metal is wired, 
and I will give you a slight shock if you aren't 
moving in 30 seconds. Then I'll wait 30 more seconds 
and increase the shock just a little. I'll keep doing 
that until you follow instructions.

"Good. Yes, keep talking Erwin, as long as you keep 
moving forward into the next cage. This cage is much 
smaller than the holding pen. You can barely fit into 
it, and you can't raise your head. That's because your 
body needs to be completely immobile to prevent 
accidents.

"Your voice turned suddenly louder, Erwin, which means 
you felt my finger going into your anus. I pushed some 
lubricant in there. Now I'm going to take it out and 
get some more. You're trying to move your buttocks, 
but there isn't any space for them to go, so it's easy 
for me to push the lube in you. That should be enough. 
Now I'm inserting a tube, and it's going in smoothly 
because of the lube. I'm pushing it as deep as I can 
without hurting you.

"There. I think that's as deep as I can get it. It's 
pretty far up your colon. Now I'll slowly turn the 
spigot. What's going into you is plain water, with no 
chemicals. The chemicals would work faster, but in 
this case, I want to keep the test close to natural 
conditions. Your stomach is expanding as the water 
fills you up, and it's not much different than you 
drinking a six-pack of beer, except you're drinking it 
from the other end.

"A little water is starting to back up out of you, so 
you must be full. I'll carefully pull the tubing out, 
and now you will have your first choice to make. I'm 
raising the grill on top of the elimination room so 
you can lift your head a little. Look up and in front 
of you. The next room has a toilet, and if I raise the 
gate to it, you can crawl into it and manage to get 
onto the toilet, even though you'll have to bend over.

"If you tell me you prefer that and will cooperate, 
I'll lift the gate for you. Now look underneath you. 
There's a nice-sized hole. If you prefer that, you can 
squat over it. Don't worry about urinating, because 
you can see the hygienic rubber mat goes halfway up 
the sides of the elimination room. If you choose to 
eliminate here, I'll just hose you down and hose down 
the room so everything goes into the hole and out into 
the flower bed.

"You have one more choice. You don't even have to 
squat over the hole. It's much easier to stay on your 
hands and knees like you are now and just let loose 
when you feel the need like a rat does. It will be 
more smelly, but I'll hose it down the same way. I'm a 
little curious as to what you'll choose, because we 
both know that there's basically no difference between 
a rat defecating and a human defecating, just cultural 
habits of modesty. It would be a lot easier for you to 
just stay where you are instead of crawling up onto 
the toilet or squatting over the hole.

"I see your body is starting to agitate, so it's time 
for you to tell me. You're saying a lot of things, 
Erwin, and I'm not listening to them. I'm listening 
for you to tell me you prefer the toilet or the hole, 
and if you don't make yourself clear, I'll assume you 
want to defecate like a rat.

"Oh, that was pretty clear. And when I lifted the 
gate, you scrambled up onto that toilet pretty fast. I 
wonder if you will make the same choice later when you 
are exhausted from the sleep deprivation. Will you 
still try to follow your cultural conditioning or will 
you decide that since you aren't any different from a 
rat, there's no need to make the effort?

"You will be eliminating at the end of every second 
cycle for the first two weeks, or around every eight 
hours. To get you on the schedule, we'll use enemas 
like this at first. As soon as your body has adjusted 
to the new timing, you'll be able eliminate on 
schedule, and the enemas won't be necessary.

"I haven't been watching you to give you a little 
privacy, but it's been 10 minutes. Signal me when 
you're finished, or I'll take a look in two more 
minutes. I hope you haven't been trying to do anything 
to escape. I'm expecting that sooner or later you 
will, but if you do, there will be consequences to 
discourage further attempts that waste research time.

"Two minutes is up. I see you've managed to pull some 
of the wires apart. Since I didn't warn you about the 
consequences earlier, I'm not going to do anything 
this time. Because you've shown me how important it is 
to you to use the toilet, that will be your deterrent. 
If something like this happens again during 
elimination, you will no longer be allowed into the 
toilet room, and you won't be allowed to squat over 
the hole either. You'll confined to your hands and 
knees in the elimination room and wait like an animal 
until you can't help letting go. You'll expel on the 
floor, the walls and yourself until you've finished. 
Then I'll hose down the cage and you.

"OK, Erwin, you've finished with the toilet paper, so 
please wash your hands in the sink. Yes, reach up even 
though you can't raise your head too high because of 
the low wire ceiling. Did you realize you were in the 
guest bathroom? There, you've managed it. Now back up 
through the gate into the elimination room again. I'm 
shutting the gate to the toilet room, and now I'm 
opening the gate to the passageway. You need to back 
up into it and keep moving back until you're in the 
holding pen and I shut the gate to this passage.

"That was good, Erwin. You moved well. In a day or so, 
you'll be more used to this, and I'm sure it will take 
even less time. Now, I'm shutting the gate to the 
first passage and opening the gate to the second 
passage. Please crawl forward and down the passage. 
Thank you for your cooperation.

"Yes, crawl through that gate into the aversion 
fitting room. It's the same size as the elimination 
room, so you'll be on your hands and knees again and 
unable to move much, but just for a few minutes. And 
here comes another tube to go into your anus, but this 
time, you'll be filled with oil, not water and only 
enough to get you slick and slimy in there. See, the 
tube is already coming out.

"Now, I'm replacing it with a soft, rubber dildo. It's 
so spongy that when I manipulate it, the shape 
changes, so it's hard for me to get it into you, but 
by moving it around and gently pushing it, I'm slowly 
working all 10 inches into you. It helps that it's not 
too thick. There. It's as far as it can go, and all 
that sticks out is a short tube with a bulb attached 
to the end.

"One more piece of lab equipment needs to be attached. 
It's a clear, round plastic cylinder that goes over 
your penis and is held in place by a band around your 
waist. OK, that's done.

"Look at the gate in front of you now, Erwin. I'm 
pulling it up so you can crawl through it into the 
aversion theater. To your right, you'll see a large 
pile of cushions against the side of the cage. Please 
arrange the cushions so you can sit on them 
comfortably. Push them against the side of the cage 
and pile them up any way you want and then arrange 
yourself on them whichever way you like, as long as 
you're facing to the right. Don't worry about the tube 
attached to your penis holder or the soft dildo. I'll 
make sure they don't get tangled up.

"Very good, Erwin. You are sitting up straight for the 
moment. As the cushions start to give, you'll slide 
down a little into a more relaxed position, and that 
will be perfect for this part of the experiment.

"Now look straight ahead through the cage. You'll see 
I'm lifting the cover off a large flat-screen monitor. 
This is what you will be watching for the next half-
hour. I've spent a lot of time the last couple of 
months putting together your show. It consists of 
images and video and a soundtrack that includes voices 
and also music.

"It's a show of women, beautiful women. They are all 
races and many ages. Some of them you'll recognize 
because I tracked down several of your convention 
hookups, and a couple agreed to pose in sexy photos 
after I paid them a lot of money, but most of the 
women you won't know.

"Some of the photos and videos will show only faces, 
some will be of women fully dressed in every kind of 
outfit from innocent to seductive. There will be women 
who are barely dressed, and women who are naked and 
women who are positioned to receive sex in various 
ways. And there is plenty of hardcore video of women 
having sex in every possible way, from the most common 
to the most perverse and degrading.

"But, as we both know, that's really a false 
distinction. What's degrading to you could be normal 
to someone else and vice versa. Scientifically, 
there's no difference. It just depends on how you're 
wired. I know a little bit about how you're wired 
sexually, but there's a lot I don't know. And that's 
why I've got a tremendous variety of women in these 
visuals to stimulate you. Your wiring will determine 
your response.

"As you're watching, I'll be watching you. When I see 
even the slightest reaction to one of the images, I'll 
note which photo or video it was and halt the show 
with the image frozen on the screen. That's when the 
conditioning starts.

"I see you've slid down a little, but you've got a 
clear view of the screen and you've adjusted your 
knees so the tubes between your legs aren't bothering 
you, so let's get started. I won't say anything until 
I see a reaction. Here comes the first image.

"Well, that didn't take long, but I didn't expect it 
would. I hypothesized that when the video of the cute 
young white woman came up and you saw that giant black 
penis pushing into her, you'd react, and sure enough 
you did. The goal of the conditioning is for you to no 
longer respond to scenes like that, and to achieve 
that goal, I want you to associate the image with 
discomfort. That's why I'm squeezing the bulb 
connected to the soft rubber dildo inside your anus.

"It's an inflatable dildo, and in a second it will 
grow enough to cause some slight discomfort. There, 
your shifting legs tell me that you are starting to 
respond. I'll leave it at that level and turn on the 
pump now. It's set at the lowest level and has started 
sucking your penis into the clear cylinder. It will 
continue sucking until you've had an orgasm, and then 
it will suck all the semen into this receptacle.

"You're already beginning to respond to the suction, 
so it's time to go back to the bulb and give it 
another squeeze. That puts your focus on the 
discomfort again, and your penis has wilted. But the 
suction continues, and the penis is slowly rising 
again. Now here's another squeeze of the bulb. You 
yelled out that time, so I think your insides are 
starting to be stretched enough to hurt.

"The penis went down, but now it's slowly rising 
again. Let's let it get a little harder this time. 
You're moaning now, but it's hard to tell if it's 
because of the sucking of your penis or the expansion 
of the dildo. Time to squeeze the bulb again.

"That time your whole body reacted while you screamed, 
but the penis was barely affected. Will another 
squeeze affect it? Not much, but you certainly are 
sweating and puffing now, and your face shows you're 
in tremendous pain. I think two more squeezes will do 
it for this time.

"Your body is thrashing around on the pillows now. 
You're totally out of control because of the pain 
inside your buttocks, but your penis is still hard and 
is even thrusting. There you go. Your head is moving 
wildly in every direction, so I don't think you 
noticed the semen coming out and being sucked into the 
receptacle.

"I'm waiting until I don't see any more semen, and 
then I'll wait another minute before I relieve the 
pressure in your bowels. I want you to start 
associating women and sex with unbearable agony, and 
this was the first step. It took about 10 minutes. Now 
I'll start the images on the screen again. We should 
be able to go through this once more before our time 
is up.

"You may attempt to disguise your reaction to the 
stimuli, but my training and knowledge of you will 
help me spot any responses. Within a few days, I hope 
there will be negative responses to some of the 
images, and by the end of the experiment, I hope all 
the responses to every woman and every situation will 
be negative."

They went through the aversion cycle one more time, 
and when it was over, Erwin was lying on the floor of 
the cage in a fetal position and whimpering as tears 
streamed down his face. She observed everything and 
wrote notes in her lab book.

After letting him rest 10 minutes, she spoke to him 
again. "Erwin," she said, "it's time for the last part 
of the therapy, and you'll probably enjoy this part. 
So please get up and crawl backward out through the 
gate and back to the holding pen."

It took him a long time to move back to the holding 
pen, because each time he moved his legs, he felt 
stabs of pain in his anus. Once he was there, and the 
gate had been shut, she said, "There's one more gate, 
and I'm opening it now. This is the gate that leads to 
pleasure for you and a positive outcome for my 
experiment. I've lifted it now, so you can begin 
crawling. I know you're tired, but in a half-hour or 
so you will get to sleep, so please start moving 
forward. I think you've had enough pain for now, so I 
don't want to use any more to make you respond.

"That's it. I don't know if you're responding to the 
promise of pleasure yet, but I hope in a few days 
that's what you'll be doing each time you crawl down 
the passage you're going through now. You've now 
entered the attraction fitting room. It's almost 
exactly the same as the aversion fitting room, and 
that's the idea.

"You're getting another dildo in your anus, but this 
one is a lot thinner and firmer so it's going in 
easily, and the same kind of sucking mechanism has 
been connected to your penis. Now please go through 
the next gate into the attraction theater and get 
yourself comfortable on the pillows. I hear you 
pleading, but you don't need to. This is going to be a 
lot different. Look at the screen. The video's 
starting.

"There's only one woman there. It's your wife, and I'm 
posing in many outfits and even different hair styles. 
I had a lot of fun doing this one, especially the 
dirty poses. Do you like me in that skimpy outfit? 
There, I saw a slight response for the first time. 
Even though I'm trying to be objective, I must admit 
that made me happy. Now I'm turning on the pump and 
the remote switch that controls the dildo. It's set to 
a gentle vibration, and as you start responding to the 
pump, the vibration will gradually increase to keep 
pace. And then you're going to have a tremendous 
orgasm from all the pleasurable stimulation. It will 
go slowly because your body is still reacting to the 
aversion therapy, but I hope we have time for two 
pleasure sessions."

She did manage to produce two emotion-filled orgasms, 
and then Erwin collapsed again. She woke him after 10 
minutes and guided him back to the holding pen, where 
he stretched out and went to sleep.

***

She woke him three hours later and pointed to two 
bowls she had placed in the holding pen. "This is your 
food, Erwin," she said. "I did a lot of nutritional 
research and prepared enough for all three weeks while 
you were gone. That smelly gruel contains everything 
your body needs: protein, carbs, fats, vitamins, 
fiber. It's a complete meal, only liquefied. In fact, 
since everything is scientifically balanced, you will 
be healthier in three weeks than you are now because 
this is all you'll eat. There won't be any junk in 
your diet. You'll have to lap it up like a dog because 
I'm not taking chances with any utensils being used 
for the wrong purposes.

"You have 15 minutes for your meal, and then I'll take 
it away. If you aren't hungry enough yet, it will be 
there for you later. I've measured everything out so 
you get the right amount of nutrition during the three 
weeks.

"I see you lapped up all the water, but you looked at 
the food and sniffed it and you've decided you're not 
hungry enough yet. I know eventually you'll eat it no 
matter how bad it smells or tastes, but we may as well 
not waste any time, so I'm taking it away for now. 
It's time for exercise.

"I've devised exercises to keep all your muscles 
toned, and they'll all be done here in the holding 
pen. Some of them you already know, like push-ups and 
upper-body and leg raises lying on your back. But 
there are others that I'll have to teach you that can 
be done in this cage. You probably didn't notice I put 
a treadmill next to the toilet. Since you won't be 
eliminating during this cycle, I'll lift the ceiling 
in the bathroom, and you'll spend some time on the 
treadmill before going to the aversion theater. Part 
of the experiment is to have you more physically fit 
at the conclusion that you were at the beginning."

The new cycle went smoothly. Erwin didn't offer any 
resistance to going on the treadmill or the aversion 
therapy. He was once again exhausted after finishing 
the attraction theater session and fell asleep 
immediately once he was back in the holding pen. When 
she woke him up, he was groggy. He drank all the water 
and stuck his tongue into the gruel, but then there 
were gagging noises and he quickly moved away from the 
bowl.

The elimination room and aversion theater went the 
same as before, but there was a change in the 
attraction theater. After she attached the apparatus 
to his penis and the vibrating dildo was in his anus, 
she told him that his progress had been so good that 
she was moving to the next phase three cycles before 
she had originally planned to.

"I want you to get on your hands and knees," she said. 
"You can use the cushions for your knees if you want, 
but they aren't necessary, because the floor is soft 
and spongy. I've taken away the flat screen monitor. 
You probably didn't notice the hinged flap in the cage 
in front of where the monitor was, but now you see it. 
I'm opening it, and you can see that it's large enough 
to get your head through. I'm attaching some spongy 
rubber to the wire framing the opening. Now I want you 
to stick your head through it to check and make sure I 
made it large enough. That's it. It works. Maybe it's 
a little larger than necessary. OK, now you can put 
your head back in and look at me.

"Do you see that I'm naked now, just like you? You've 
been looking at all kinds of women in the aversion 
theater and experiencing pain when they aroused you. 
And you've been looking at me in the attraction 
theater while experiencing tremendous orgasms. I can't 
bring live women here for the aversion therapy, but I 
do have a live version of me for the attraction 
therapy.

"So I've moved this big, stuffed chair up to the flap 
in the cage, and I've got lots of small cushions to 
help me get into a position that's comfortable for me 
and accessible to you. Let me move this way a little. 
There, my legs are spread wide, and my vagina is right 
in front of you. You can see that my juices are 
already running in anticipation.

"You've always given me amazing oral satisfaction, and 
I hope I've done the same for you. So all you have to 
do now is stick your head through the window and do 
what you always do. Usually, you're also holding my 
legs and stroking them, but I won't be able enjoy that 
again for a few more weeks. For now, it will have to 
be just your mouth.

"I'm not going to force you, Erwin. I thought you 
might be ready for real human flesh, but if you 
aren't, I'll bring back the monitor and you can watch 
the images again. I know you aren't happy with this, 
but in a couple more weeks, your conditioning will 
make you eager and excited whenever I offer myself to 
you in any way. So why not fake it today?

"I see you're looking at the window and my juicy 
vagina and thinking about something. There you go. 
Yes, move right up against the side of the cage and 
stick your head through it. Ohhh! Your tongue is 
magic, like it always is. I'm turning on the switches 
to the sucking machine and the vibrating dildo now. 
Ohhh! There goes my first orgasm. It looks like you 
had one, too.

He had five orgasms in the half-hour session, and the 
container that collected his semen was nearly full. 
When he was back in the holding pen, he fell asleep at 
once, and when he was awakened, he lapped up the gruel 
until the bowl was empty. The elimination room, 
aversion theater and attraction theater all went 
without a hitch, and the cycles continued to proceed 
smoothly for the next few days. Florence felt that 
something was motivating him, but he didn't say what 
it was and she couldn't figure it out.

She found out during a cycle that started in a 
promising way. She no longer had to give him an enema 
for the elimination room. He was as regular as 
clockwork now. During the aversion theater, she was 
able to eliminate two more types of images and videos 
that Erwin was no longer responding to. There were 
only five things left that aroused him at all when he 
watched other women.

In the attraction theater, his mouth and tongue 
brought her to her first orgasm within seconds, and 
the orgasms continued cascading down and immersing her 
with pleasure.

And then she woke up with his hands around her neck. 
She realized what had happened. She was so worn out by 
her own lack of sleep that the exhausting orgasms made 
her nod off and her head fall forward. He must have 
been waiting for that to happen, because he had 
withdrawn his head from the window and stuck his hands 
though and now had a choke hold on her.

She was alert at once and scared. She looked at his 
face. He was glowering at her. But in a couple of 
seconds, she was no longer scared, and she smiled at 
what she saw. She could tell he was desperate, but 
also that he was frustrated because he had made a 
miscalculation. They both knew that a good scientist 
never begins any kind of procedue without thinking 
about and preparing for the step to follow. Maybe 
because of the sleep deprivation, had formed his plan 
but hadn't thought of what to do next. She could tell 
by his face that he had already realized that.

"Erwin, before you kill me, I want to say something," 
she said. "When you choke the life out of me, I'll be 
lying here outside of your cage. As we both know, my 
body will begin decaying, and in a few days, it will 
be black and puffy and smell terrible.

"You might not even smell it, because by then you'll 
already be smelling other things. You'll be able to 
twist a few wires here and there, but not enough to 
get out of the attraction theater. You won't be able 
to get to your food and water, so day by day, you'll 
get weaker. You'll foul your nest and lie in your 
urine and excrement.

"I wonder how long it will take for someone to come 
here after you don't show up for work in two weeks and 
nobody answers our phone. Most likely they'll find 
both of us dead and stinking. If you're still alive, 
you won't be human anymore. They'll put you someplace, 
another kind of rat cage, and feed you until you 
finally die.

"On the other hand, if you let go of my neck, things 
will go pretty much as they have been for another week 
and a half. Then, if the experiment has a positive 
outcome -- and the data so far seem to indicate 
there's a good chance for that -- you will be 
conditioned to be happy doing what I want you to do 
for the rest of your life. You'll continue getting 
acclaim and lots of income for your drug research, and 
you'll get tremendous satisfaction at home from me and 
our children.

"This episode will have to have consequences to 
prevent a recurrence and any other acts of resistance. 
You will be in pain. But it will be of short duration. 
Compare that with death or debilitation.

"There's a positive aspect to this, too, Erwin, for 
both of us. It shows that even during your 
conditioning, your mind remains sharp and agile, 
capable of thinking outside the cage. Everything was 
going so well, but I was still worried whether the 
conditioning was going to affect your abilities as a 
scientist. I think this shows both of us that we don't 
need to worry about that.

"All right, Erwin. I've said my piece. Now it's up to 
you whether to kill me or not. I think you're too 
rational to do it, but I also know that even the best 
minds have episodes of irrationality, such as the 
times you cheated on me. I'm afraid to die, but as a 
scientist, I'm also curious about what you decide."

He held onto her neck a few more minutes while she 
smiled at him and he glared at her. Then he let go and 
fell back onto the floor of the cage and began 
sobbing. She ended the attraction session early and 
moved him back to the holding pen, where he cried 
himself to sleep.

The next time he was in the elimination room, he 
waited for her to lift the gate to the bathroom, but 
she didn't. As she stuck a tube into his anus, she 
said, "Just today, we're going to do something else, 
Erwin. I'm going to give you a real enema, so you'll 
need to eliminate immediately into the hole below you. 
And then you'll get a second one and do the same 
thing. After that, comes a third one that will fill 
you with lubricant. You won't need to expel that."

When he had been filled with lube, Florence said. "Now 
we're ready for you to receive the consequences of 
grabbing my neck. I'm crawling in here behind you. I'm 
not going to put the expanding dildo into you, but I'm 
putting one finger into your anus and moving it in and 
out.

"Here's a second finger joining the first, and now a 
third finger. You're taking them fine so far, and 
maybe you're even getting some pleasure from them, but 
I see that the fourth finger was not pleasurable. I'm 
working in and out of you with four fingers now, and 
there, I've tucked my thumb behind them and have all 
five at work.

"The next thing is for me to slowly push the fingers 
forward. I see you're trying to move away from me and 
shake your buttocks to get rid of my fingers, but the 
cage doesn't give you much space to move, so the 
pushing continues. It's not hard, but it doesn't let 
up, and I'm starting to feel -- there, I pushed my 
hand in to the wrist. You really rattled your cage 
when you reacted. I hope you didn't hurt yourself.

"Let's rest like this for a minute. I'm sure your 
stretched anal muscles must be causing a lot of pain 
now, but we're not done yet. The tube irrigated you 
deep inside your anus, so there's a lot of lube in 
there, which will make this easier. See, I'm starting 
to push again, and now my arm is following my hand 
inside you. I'm almost to the elbow. There's some 
resistance now, so I'll just wait and keep up the 
gentle pressure. There we go.

"Now we're nearly done. My bicep won't give you as 
much trouble as the elbow did. There it goes. Now I'm 
inside you all the way to my shoulder. I'll keep my 
arm there while I explain that this deterrent is 
symbolic as well as painful. With my arm up you like 
this, I'm the puppeteer and you are the puppet. It's 
really just another version of I'm the scientist and 
you are the rat. I am in control of your body, and you 
must go where my arm goes.

"If you show any kind of further resistance to the 
conditioning, I will be doing this again, and after I 
do it, I'll add something else a lot more painful 
because repeated resistance would call for a stronger 
deterrent. But I'm sure I won't need any more 
deterrents, because things have been going so well, 
and now you know what will happen if you do anything 
to impede the experiment.

"Now I'll begin slowly pulling my arm out. We'll skip 
the aversion theater today and go straight to the 
attraction theater."

The next challenge Florence encountered wasn't a major 
one. It occurred a few days later in the attraction 
theater, when she spread herself wide on the chair, 
but instead of presenting her vagina, she slid down on 
the cushions and presented her anus. She saw Erwin 
looking at her questioningly.

"Today is something new for both of us, Erwin," she 
said. "I'm doing this mainly as a test of the 
conditioning process. You've been doing a wonderful 
job at pleasuring my vagina with your tongue, but 
you've always enjoyed doing that. You've never 
attempted to do this, so I have a feeling you didn't 
want to. I don't know if I will like it either, but 
it's important that you do what I ask you to, whether 
you want to or not. I know it can't be exactly the 
same, but I want you to do for my anus what you've 
been doing for my vagina."

Erwin's eyes were wide, and he sounded as though he 
were gagging. He just stared at her from inside the 
case, but he made no move toward the window to stick 
his head through.

"I know you're scared, Erwin," she said, "but we need 
to do this now, so please begin."

He was frozen, and made no move.

"I could threaten you with the fisting and some more 
painful persuasion, but this defiance is at a much 
lower level than when you attacked me, so I'll use a 
gentler form of coercion," she said, lowering her 
legs. "I have the controls for the penis pump and he 
dildo vibrator in my hands. Before, I just turned them 
onto a low level so you would get continuous pleasure 
and ongoing orgasms while you were pleasuring me.

"But now I'm going to turn the levels of suction and 
vibration a bit higher, like they were when you were 
watching my images. There. I see you're responding to 
the increased pleasure. I was observing your reactions 
during the image conditioning, and I took a lot of 
notes. I observed a certain breathing pattern that 
began about 30 seconds before you came. It happened 
every time.

"I'm going to be watching for it now, and there it is. 
I just heard it, and I immediately turned off both 
stimulants. You were startled, I could tell, because 
you were sure you were about to explode. Now we'll 
wait for a while. It may take a minute or so, but I 
want to look into the transparent sucking sheath and 
see that you're totally soft again. I think we're 
there now.

"Again, I'm starting the vibration in the dildo and 
the suction and waiting for that breathing pattern. 
That was a lot faster. I heard it, and I shut you down 
again. Now we'll wait. Do you see where this is 
going?"

Erwin didn't say anything, but after the fifth time 
she had built him up and then deflated him, he 
screamed as the pump and vibration stopped. His face 
was full of frustration, and there was pain written on 
it, too.

"It sounds like your testicles are starting to hurt, 
Erwin," she said, "even though I haven't touched them. 
When you're ready to do what I tell you, just say yes, 
and I'll stop the pleasure torture."

He immediately said, "Yes," and said it loud. He was 
lying back on the cushions waiting for her to turn the 
knobs so he could finally get his release. After a few 
seconds, when nothing happened, he looked at her. She 
had positioned herself again on the chair, with her 
legs spread wide and her anus open and pushed toward 
the opening in his cage.

"I'm not going to start anything until you've worked 
on me for a while," she said. "So come over here and 
begin."

He groaned but moved to the opening and stuck his head 
through and put his mouth at her anus. He stayed like 
that for a while and took some deep breaths before he 
finally stuck his tongue out. It went back in right 
away as he began making gagging sounds and moved his 
head away.

"If you need to, just throw up on the floor, and I'll 
hose it down," she said. "This is a major step in my 
experiment, so I'll be patient with you. As long as I 
see you're trying, you can take as much time as you 
want.

It took a few more false starts, but finally Erwin 
began running his tongue over Florence's anus. Over 
the course of the next few cycles, she gradually got 
him to lick the hair in her crack and then push his 
tongue deep into her anus and move it in and out of 
her like a penis. The first time he did that, he 
actually threw up, and Florence did hose him down and 
then gave him a towel and let him sleep in the holding 
pen.

After that, it went more smoothly. He was even more 
eager to please her vagina now, because it meant she 
wasn't presenting her anus, except for the one time he 
had given her a few orgasms with his tongue at her 
vagina and then she had slid down and told him to 
continue in her ass. He went to pieces, and she 
decided she'd better stick to one orifice or the other 
at each session and not mix them.

Although she was ambivalent about his tonguing of her 
anus at first, she found that she was beginning to be 
stimulated by it. She decided it was partly because he 
was so repulsed by it. Then she decided to try 
stimulating her vagina with her fingers while his 
tongue was penetrating her anus. She nearly fainted 
from the power of the orgasms she achieved. That was 
when she knew that her experiment had produced one of 
those unexpected byproducts that scientists exult 
over. She had discovered something that would be a 
regular part of their sex life from now on.

Her next sub-project was controlling his orgasms. 
Before the experiment, there were times when she 
wasn't in the mood for sex, often when she was totally 
worn out because she had to stay late to work with her 
rats. But because Erwin was so expectant, she rarely 
turned him down. Although he usually came fast, 
sometimes when she wanted it to be over quickly so she 
could go to sleep, he seemed to last forever, and by 
the time he was finished, she felt like she had been 
pounded into pulp.

To fix this, she began using the controls while he was 
eating out her vagina or anus. When she heard his 
breathing pattern indicate that the suction and 
vibration had him on the verge of coming, she yelled 
out "Come! Come! Come!" She played with various 
settings of the controls, the lower ones that made him 
last longer and the higher that brought him to the 
edge quickly. Each time she heard he was getting 
close, she yelled "Come! Come! Come!" just before he 
came.

After five cycles, she tested this conditioning. He 
was pleasuring her anus with his mouth, and his 
stimulation was on a moderate level. His breathing was 
steady. "Come! Come! Come!" she said.

He lifted his head in surprise and looked at her and 
then looked down at the suction sheath. She looked 
there, too, and she saw he had come, and his semen was 
being sucked into the receptacle. She smiled at him 
and felt a sense of accomplishment. After that, she 
didn't have to play with the controls anymore. Whether 
it was one minute or 15 minutes after his stimulation 
began, whenever she shouted "Come! Come! Come!" he 
came within 30 seconds, and as more cycles went by, 
the 30 seconds decreased to the point that he began 
coming almost before the third word was finished.

A week had gone by (but because of the short sleep and 
training cycles, it seemed like much longer) when he 
crawled into the attraction theater and was startled 
to see her crawl in behind him. She was naked, and 
once he sat against some cushions, she sat on some 
others facing him.

"It's time to move to organic stimulation and away 
from the mechanical," she said. "Today, we're going to 
have sex without any machines. Because you're so tired 
from lack of sleep, I'll be doing the work, even 
though I've had less sleep than you, so lie down on 
your back." He responded almost instantly to her hands 
manipulating his genitals, and when she rode him, he 
was so excited that she heard the signs of orgasm 
almost immediately. She stopped and waited until he 
calmed down, and then she resumed. She had to stop and 
wait four times until she felt her first orgasm, and 
then she kept going and had three more. Then he came 
hard while giving a joyful shout and then collapsed. 
She tried in vain to revive him for a second round, 
and then she dragged him back to the holding pen and 
let him sleep.

He was so aroused by having sex with her instead of 
the suction machine and dildo that this happened again 
next time. His excitement also excited her, but she 
also felt slightly frustrated that she had to manage 
the sex instead of being able to let go and enjoy 
herself like he was doing. After this happened a third 
time, she started thinking. When she was tired, she 
knew that "Come! Come! Come!" would make him finish 
immediately. But what about when she wanted him to 
last longer? Would she always have to focus on holding 
him back? Was there a way to condition him to last 
longer?

She eventually concluded that such training was far 
beyond the scope of what she was doing. And besides, 
the problem wasn't the length of time. It was that 
unless she was monitoring him, he might finish before 
her and fall asleep leaving her frustrated. Then she 
thought of the solution, rejected it as too gross and 
finally decided to try it anyway.

The next session in the attraction room, she didn't 
try to hold him back, and he came two minutes after 
she began riding him. She waited until she felt him 
become soft inside her. His eyes were starting to 
blink, and she knew he would soon be sound asleep. 
Slowly she raised her body and moved forward over his 
belly to his chest, then to his neck, then over his 
face. She adjusted her position and then lowered 
herself.

As her vagina came down on his mouth, Erwin, who was 
half asleep already, tried to turn his head away, but 
she grabbed his head with both hands and held it 
steady as she looked at him. He blinked a couple of 
times, and then he woke up and looked around in 
confusion. When he saw what she had done, his eyes 
grew wide. He was totally awake now, and behind her, 
she felt his body moving to try to escape and his legs 
kicking. But she held his head firmly and sat with her 
vagina pressed against his tightly closed mouth.

"This was not part of the original experiment, Erwin," 
she said, "but you and I know that sometimes the early 
data indicate other fruitful areas of exploration, and 
this one was obvious. What I'm testing is whether we 
can have a mutually satisfying sexual encounter even 
when you come before I do. The hypothesis says that 
after you come, you can still satisfy me with only a 
brief interruption by using your mouth. The challenge, 
of course, is that you've never tasted semen, and from 
what I can remember, you've always carefully avoided 
any contact with it. I sometimes wondered how you 
could be so squeamish about it and didn't mind at all 
how I felt when you came in my mouth.

"I don't enjoy the taste and smell of it either, 
Erwin, but I do it for you, and I'm going to train you 
to do it when you come too soon. I don't think I can 
train you to enjoy it, but that's OK. It will become a 
motivator for you to train yourself to last longer, so 
that you can bring me to orgasm before you, or at 
least at the same time. That will be the only way you 
will be able to avoid having to use your mouth on me 
and, during the process, having to swallow the semen 
you've deposited."

As she spoke, she saw his eyes dart around 
frantically. He understood, but he wasn't going to 
cooperate. She felt sorry for him for a moment, 
because he was so afraid of eating his come. But then 
she realized that as soon as she trained him, he would 
go longer be afraid, only repelled.

"Your mouth is tightly shut, Erwin," she said, "but 
you need to open it and start using your tongue on my 
vagina the way you do to give me those amazing orgasms 
that usually turn you on. The only difference is that 
this time, you'll be swallowing your semen in addition 
to my juices.

"I could pinch your nostrils right now, so that you 
would feel like you're being smothered. That would 
force you to open your mouth. But I don't think that 
will be necessary. I'd rather use pleasure on you, so 
I'm hooking you up to the sucking machine and 
inserting the vibrating dildo inside your anus now. 
There, we're all ready. Now I'm going to start you off 
slowly and build you up until I see in your eyes that 
you're ready to come. You know what happens then."

He was so scared of opening his mouth, that it took 
her five stimulations to the edge of orgasm before he 
responded. She could tell that that the pain and 
frustration were tremendous the fifth time and yet he 
still wouldn't yield. But the sixth time, almost as 
soon as the sucking and vibration started, he opened 
his mouth and stuck his tongue out. She turned off the 
stimulation, and he began shaking.

"Don't get upset, Erwin. I'll turn it right back on as 
soon as your tongue gives me my first orgasm," she 
said. "From the excitement I'm feeling right now, that 
won't be long." It took less than a minute. She was 
looking down at the come flowing into his mouth as he 
choked on it and swallowed while his tongue was 
frantically probing inside her and playing with her 
clitoris. The sight of him and the feeling of his 
tongue made her lose control, and her body rose and 
fell on top of him as if she were pounding him with a 
hammer. Then she turned the stimulation on, and in 
seconds, he was having a huge orgasm, too.

She used the pleasure torture a few more times, and 
then decided to stimulate him without the equipment. 
To speed things up, she yelled out "Come! Come! Come!" 
only a minute after she began riding him, and then she 
turned around and got into a 69 position and lowered 
her vagina on his mouth while her mouth sucked him in 
and her fingers played with his testicles. Sometimes 
she inserted a finger into his anus. She found that 
worked as well as the mechanical aids. After using her 
fingers and mouth one time to bring him to the edge 
and then frustrate him, he no longer resisted 
swallowing his come. From then on, she just pleasured 
him.

One time, she lowered herself on his mouth but didn't 
begin sucking right away. She noticed that he was 
already eagerly working away at her, so she waited and 
did nothing. He continued nonstop, giving her multiple 
orgasms until she had enough and rose off of him. She 
looked at his face, covered, as usual, with the sperm 
that had poured onto it from her vagina and was about 
to tell him that she was going to pleasure him now. 
But he was already fast asleep.

A few more tests showed that once he came inside her, 
he really didn't care if she brought him off again. 
All he cared about was finishing her off as fast as 
possible to stop the semen pouring into his mouth and 
over his face. After that, he just wanted to sleep. 
She went back to facing him as she sat on his mouth, 
because she saw that he still was repulsed by his 
semen, and the sight of him dealing with it gave her 
the most intense orgasms of all.

Ten days into the experiment, she was feeling 
exhilarated. Everything was going as well or even 
better than she had expected, and she had discovered 
some things that were going to make it even more 
successful than she could have imagined. Then she hit 
the wall.

She knew from experience that this could happen in the 
most successful experiments, so she was not surprised. 
At first she underestimated the problem and thought 
that it could be solved using the techniques she had 
developed. But nothing worked.

The problem occurred in the aversion theater. She had 
conditioned Erwin to react negatively to every kind of 
woman and every kind of sex, except for one stubborn 
type that resisted all her efforts. She saw that he 
was trying hard to avoid reacting to anal sex, but 
whenever it showed up in any way, sometimes just in a 
photo of a curvaceous fully dressed woman taken from 
the rear, he couldn't help reacting, even though she 
kept increasing the pain from the expanding dildo 
while he was sucked to orgasm.

When she saw that she couldn't expand the dildo any 
further without causing internal injuries, she added 
other kinds of pain. She enveloped his penis and 
testicles with the sleeve of a blood pressure 
apparatus and kept tightening it until he screamed 
from the pain. But he still reacted to images of anal 
sex.

After one particularly painful session, when he was 
still shaking and crying, she was so tired from lack 
of sleep and so frustrated that she burst into tears. 
"I'm so sorry, Erwin," she said. "I don't want to hurt 
you like this. I can't understand why I can't get 
beyond this wall. We are so close to success on my 
experiment, and yet I can't solve this final problem."

Erwin stopped whimpering and began breathing deeply. 
She could see he was trying to keep himself from 
shaking but it was hard. Then she heard his voice. He 
was trying to say something.

From the beginning of the experiment, she understood 
that he was a smart, unwilling test rat. She knew how 
persuasive he could be, so she simply tuned out 
everything he was saying. After a while, he could see 
that talking was pointless, so he didn't bother 
speaking unless a response was necessary. So why was 
he saying something now? He knew he wasn't going to 
get her to stop trying to solve this problem. Had he 
thought of a new way to trick her into stopping the 
experiment? Her success to this point made her 
confident that he couldn't do that, but she was 
curious as to what he would try, so she listened to 
him and tried to understand what he was saying.

It took him a while to control his shaking long enough 
for him to become understandable. He was repeating two 
words. Finally, she could understand him.

"OK, Erwin," she said. "Don't try to speak. Just nod. 
Did you say, 'Insufficient data'?" He nodded.

"Are you telling me that's the reason for the 
problem?"

He nodded.

She thought for a while. "OK," she finally said. 
"Either you're trying to manipulate me to stop hurting 
you, which is OK, because you're again showing that 
this conditioning is not affecting your brain 
functions, or you're trying to help me, which is even 
better. So I'm suspending the experiment until I find 
out. You can go to the holding pen now and sleep. I 
won't wake you up after three hours this time, because 
I want you to rest until you're alert enough to have a 
conversation."

Even though she didn't wake him, he only slept four 
hours. His body has adjusted to the experiment, she 
thought, and wondered whether there would be any 
problems in getting his body clock back to normal in 
the final few days, and her body clock, too.

She sat down outside the holding pen, and they looked 
at each other. She tried to guess what he was up to by 
looking at his face, but he didn't seem to be trying 
to hide anything. That could just mean he's learned 
how to do it better, she thought.

She spoke first. "I'm waiting," she said. "Tell me 
what you meant by insufficient data."

His voice was weak but firm. "Thanks for finally 
listening to me, Florence," he said, "but I'm not 
going to tell you anything unless you stop hurting 
me."

"You know that if you don't tell me anything, I'll 
have to go back to what I was doing," she said, "and 
that means more pain. I don't want to do that, which 
is why I'm listening to you, but I will continue if I 
have to."

"You're a scientist, Florence," he said. "If you were 
irrational, you wouldn't care that I have the 
information to help you solve your problem. But you're 
like me. It will kill you when you think about this 
later and realize you had the chance to get the data 
and didn't."

"OK," she said. "Let's stop playing word games. Tell 
me what you want from me."

"What I really want is for you to end this right now," 
he said, "but I know I'm not going to get that. So if 
you want the missing data, you have to agree to shut 
down the aversion theater immediately. After I tell 
you, you'll understand that it's no longer useful to 
you anyway, but I just want to make sure. Since you're 
a committed ethical scientist, I want your word on 
it."

She was silent as she pondered his words. Her first 
inclination was to agree immediately, but as a 
scientist, she knew she had to remain skeptical. Was 
there something else going on here beside the obvious 
attempt to avoid further pain? Finally, she decided 
that she had to take a chance on being tricked.

"OK," she said. "I agree. I'm sure you know what I was 
doing, but I'm going to spell it out so there's no 
misunderstanding. You are highly attuned to anal sex, 
and my efforts to condition you to eliminate that 
desire haven't succeeded yet. You now are conditioned 
for aversion to sex with any woman except me -- in 
every way except for anal sex. If you can give me a 
solution to that problem that doesn't involve further 
pain to you, I will suspend further procedures 
involving pain. That's all I agree to. If that 
satisfies you, all you have to do now is tell me the 
solution."

"I agree to what you just stated," he said, "so here's 
my statement of your solution." He paused and smiled 
at her. "There is no solution."

She smiled back at him. That wasn't much of a trick, 
she thought. Maybe his mind is exhausted after all. 
"Unless you can support that statement, our agreement 
is null," she said.

"Of course, I can support it," he said. "Did you think 
I was trying to trick you, Florence? Yes, you did. I'm 
disappointed in you. It's my second disappointment 
since this whole thing started. I'm not disappointed 
in your experiment as you explained it on the first 
day. I wondered at the time whether I might have come 
up with something similar if the situation had been 
reversed. I don't think I would have had the 
detachment to do it, like you have, but I did see the 
logic in it.

"No, the first disappointment was when I realized you 
were starting your experiment on the basis of a faulty 
conclusion from insufficient data. You didn't do 
enough preliminary research, and that's not like you. 
I have the feeling it was because you let your 
emotions blind your rational thinking, though there's 
no way for me to prove that."

"I don't want to interrupt you," said Florence, "but I 
do need to remind you of a couple of things, and then 
I'll shut up. Number one, you're not justifying the 
statement you just made about your claim that there is 
no solution. Number two, I know you are much better 
than I am at being persuasive, so I'm only going to 
listen to you for a short time. If there is no 
substance in what you say, only attempts to manipulate 
my emotions, I'm going to tune you out and resume the 
experiment until it's concluded. I'll try to find ways 
to solve the last problem that aren't painful to you, 
but I won't make any promises since I'll consider our 
agreement void."

"Fair enough," he said. "This won't take long. But you 
will have to participate by answering some questions. 
You say you actually met some of my sexual partners 
and got two to pose for your aversion images. There 
weren't that many, so you probably found all of them. 
Did you interview any of them?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't need to. I researched them without 
their knowledge and found out everything I needed to."

"And from your research, you concluded that I was not 
a serial adulterer and there was no pattern. At least 
you got half of that right."

"What do you mean? Did you cheat more often and manage 
to hide it? Did you cheat in town as well as at 
conferences?"

"No. The serial part is the part you got right. I 
rarely cheated. Since you knew that, why didn't you 
ask yourself why I cheated at all?"

"I did, and I decided it must have happened randomly 
at times when you were vulnerable. Maybe you were 
drunk, or the woman was especially attractive or 
persuasive?"

"What was the data that led to that conclusion?" he 
said. She didn't answer.

"There was no data, because you never spoke to the 
women. And there was one other person you could have 
spoken to who had all the information you were looking 
for. Why are you crying, Florence? Are you crying as a 
woman. or as a scientist who realizes she made a 
mistake that only an undergraduate would make?

"I can't prove it, but I think the data point to the 
fact that you were acting as an emotionally charged 
woman, not as a scientist when you were preparing the 
experiment. Otherwise, why didn't you talk to any of 
the women? Most of all, why didn't you talk to me? 
Maybe they wouldn't have told you what you wanted to 
know, or maybe I wouldn't have, but how could you 
know?

"You should have known me well enough to know I would 
have been embarrassed, unhappy and apologetic, and I 
would have begged you to not divorce me. But it 
wouldn't have been hard for you to get me to tell you 
what happened. You see, there was a pattern. You 
didn't see it because you wanted to avoid the 
emotional confrontations it would take to get the 
information. But that's no excuse. You do research all 
the time into sexual pathology, so those emotionally 
wrenching confrontations are something you're used to. 
But when it came to yourself, you couldn't face them.

"You failed as a scientist in this case, but I'm happy 
that you did, because your failure kept me from 
despising you during this experiment. When I was 
hurting and exhausted, I clung to your failure. I 
thought I was close to you, and when you started 
treating me like a rat, I thought I didn't know you at 
all. But when I realized you were doing all of this 
because you were scared to find out what I was really 
doing and why, it made me love you all over again. The 
chemicals in our brains work in strange ways.

"OK, I don't want you getting impatient, so here's the 
pattern that you never discovered, until you began 
torturing me. You've already uncovered it, even though 
you didn't make the connection. It's all about anal 
sex.

"Whether it was physical or because they were groupies 
trying to get some glory by seducing a successful 
researcher, I've had women scientists approaching me 
for many years, before and after we were married. 
Nothing ever happened until a few years ago when I was 
talking to one of them in a hotel bar, and she told me 
that I was really missing out, because she would do 
anything I wanted in bed, including things my wife 
would probably never do. I don't know why -- actually, 
I do know now, but I didn't then. Anyway, for some 
reason, I asked her, are you talking about anal sex? 
And she said, sure, she loved anal sex.

"It turned out she was lying, because I was the first 
man she had ever taken in her ass, and I had to stop 
because she began screaming. But when I pulled out, 
she went to the bathroom for a while, and when she 
came back, she said she wanted to try again. It still 
hurt her a lot, and I wanted to stop, but she wouldn't 
hear of it. Afterwards, she asked me if I were willing 
to please her orally, and I did. She had a lot of 
orgasms, and before I left her room, she said it was 
worth the pain.

"You know we talked about anal a couple of times 
before we got married and maybe a couple of times 
after that, but you were so turned off and scared by 
the subject that I just dropped it. I told myself that 
our life was so good, including our sex life, that 
even though I had enjoyed it with other women before I 
met you, it wasn't necessary.

"But that episode with the groupie at the conference 
released what I had been repressing. My mind is so 
hard wired for anal intercourse that my reasoning is 
no match. I didn't go looking for it, but when a woman 
would come on to me, I would ask her how wild she was 
in bed. They all said they were wild, but when I asked 
them to tell me the crazy stuff they would do, most of 
them ended up backing off. Except every once in a 
while, one of them would guess what I was after and 
tell me it was no problem. After the first one, I 
always made sure they knew what they were getting 
into.

"I thought about telling you several times, but then I 
reasoned that all it would do was hurt us both. If you 
accepted it, then I would be upset, because you 
shouldn't accept that kind of behavior in a marriage. 
I wouldn't accept it from you. And if you decided to 
divorce me over it, I would be even more upset, and it 
wouldn't make you any happier either.

"Now you know why you get low marks on preliminary 
research. Because if you had sufficient data, you 
would have realized that even if you had tortured me 
to the point of mutilation, my inclination toward anal 
sex would still be there.

"I tried to tell you all this right at the beginning, 
but you weren't listening to me. I'm not faulting you 
on that, because you knew that I would say anything to 
get you to stop. You had no idea that I might even 
tell you the truth."

He stopped speaking and sat looking at her. She was 
looking at him and crying. Finally, she spoke.

"So are you saying that this whole experiment was 
flawed and useless, Erwin?" she said.

"No, Florence, not at all," he said quickly.

"But if I had known that all you were after was anal 
sex, and I couldn't change that, I would never have 
started this," she said.

"Don't think like that," he said. "You did what you 
did, and we are where we are now. You've succeeded in 
conditioning me to some things without turning me into 
a babbling imbecile, so your experiment was partly 
successful. I'm not going to divorce you -- or I 
should say, that's not my intention at this moment. 
I've told you about the solution to your final 
problem, and if you break our agreement and continue 
to hurt me for no reason, I'm not sure what I'll do."

"Oh no, Erwin," she said. "I'm not going to do that. 
But I see you're tired, and I am exhausted. I'm going 
to bed, and when I wake up, I'm going to think about 
what you told me and what it means to our lives. When 
you wake up, we'll talk about where we're going from 
here."

He smiled at her and stretched out in the holding pen. 
I should have offered to let him out, she thought, but 
he's already asleep. Without thinking, she put a bowl 
of gruel and a bowl of water in the pen and then went 
to bed.

She looked at the clock when she woke up and found 
that she'd slept more than 10 hours. She rushed to the 
holding pen, but she saw Erwin was fast asleep. He had 
woken up earlier, she noticed, because the bowls of 
food and water were empty. She sat there thinking for 
more than an hour before she saw him stirring.

Before he could say anything, she began to speak. 
"I've been watching you and thinking about what you 
told me," she said. "I thought about aborting the 
experiment. That's what you'd like, isn't it? I'd like 
that, too, but as a scientist, I know that no matter 
what turns up during an experiment, the last resort is 
to abort. The only reason would be if there's no 
reason to continue.

"At first, it didn't seem as if there was any reason 
to go on. There are only six days left now, and I've 
accomplished everything I wanted, except for one 
thing. And as you pointed out, there's no way to 
accomplish that.

"But as I thought about it, I realized that I was not 
looking at the problem the right way. The problem is 
not that you are hard-wired to want anal sex. The real 
problem is that because that's the way your brain 
works, it makes you vulnerable. Or to put it another 
way, since the only way you can get anal sex is by 
cheating, you're going to cheat, and even though we've 
aired this problem and I know you're going to try 
harder -- yes, I see you nodding, Erwin, and I believe 
you -- there is a good chance that you will someday 
cheat again.

"But there is a way to prevent that, and it's the same 
way that I've been conditioning you to overcome what I 
thought was your problem -- desiring an occasional 
other woman. I used the aversion theater to make 
having sex with anyone else associated in your mind 
with pain and humiliation. And I used the attraction 
theater to make having sex and pleasing me associated 
with intense pleasure.

"The inclination to anal sex didn't respond to the 
tremendous pain I inflicted on you. But there is 
another approach, one that I didn't think of because -
- well because, it's unthinkable for me. But you made 
me think of it, and for the last hour, as I watched 
you sleeping, I've been asking myself whether I can go 
through with it. Because to do that, I would have to 
supply the pleasure, and supplying your pleasure would 
mean pain to me. But as the researcher, sometimes you 
have to meet the rat halfway in order for the 
experiment to produce the desired outcome, and I've 
decided that's what I'm going to do.

"This is going to be hard on me, and as you'll see, 
it's also going to be hard on you. Believe me, Erwin, 
I've tried to come up with every reason for not doing 
this, but as a scientist, I finally couldn't avoid it, 
because I honestly think it stands a good chance for 
success. So from this second, we're going back to the 
earlier regimen, except for the aversion theater, 
which I promised I would shut down. And you're right, 
it wouldn't help anyway at this point.

"So please move forward to the elimination room and 
the toilet room, and when you've finished there, we're 
both going to the attraction room."

When they were both naked in the attraction room, she 
said. "Today, I'm giving you my ass for the first 
time, Erwin. I never thought much about your equipment 
before, except for the fact that you knew how to use 
it to bring me a lot of pleasure, but I just looked at 
it now and realized it was really large. I'm scared to 
death right now, but I'm going to hold on as long as I 
can."

She got up on her hands and knees and waited. Erwin 
watched her but didn't move. "What are you waiting 
for," she said.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he said.

"No--yes," she said. "Damn it, Erwin, get going before 
I change my mind or get hysterical."

He got up behind her and looked at her anus. He saw it 
was shiny from the lube she had used. As the tip of 
his penis touched her, she flinched and then held her 
breath. He pushed forward and concentrated on trying 
to keep his intrusion so slow that it seemed like he 
was barely moving. It didn't help her, he noticed, 
because from the minute he was into her, she began 
shaking and making soft sobbing sounds in between 
taking deep breaths. Finally, she said, "Please go 
faster, Erwin. This is excruciating. I want to finish 
as fast as I can."

He moved a little faster and soon was all the way in. 
When he began pulling out, she screamed and then 
stopped herself. "Faster!" she said through clenched 
teeth. He pulled almost all the way out and then 
pushed back in a little faster. He continued to 
increase the pace and she began puffing to try to ease 
the pain.

He started to get excited by her muscles spasming out 
of control around his penis, and he moved in and out 
faster. Then she screamed loudly, "Come! Come! Come!" 
and began sobbing uncontrollably. He pulled out one 
more time, and as he pushed in, he came, even though 
he didn't feel like he was ready. He pushed deep into 
her and stayed that way as she cried and he felt her 
spasming, which kept him aroused. Finally, she stopped 
and after a while he became soft. He tried to pull out 
carefully, but she still jerked a few times and cried 
out.

When he pulled out and sat down, she collapsed onto 
the floor of the cage and wept. She lay there while he 
watched her. Gradually the tears stopped, but she 
still didn't move. He heard her breathing slowing 
down. Then she took a couple of deep breaths and began 
moving. He was resting against some cushions and 
didn't see her grab his ankles and pull him down flat 
on the floor. He tried to get up, but she had gotten 
on top of him, facing him as if she were getting ready 
to mount him. She was sitting on his stomach, and now 
she bounced up and down on it a few times.

It knocked the wind out of him, and he stopped trying 
to get up. He was lying there trying to breathe when 
he felt her move back on him to get into the 69 
position. But this time, she didn't move all the way 
back. Instead, she lowered her anus toward his face. 
He saw it looked red and bruised, and there was a drop 
of his semen in the middle of it.

"No," he yelled.

"Yes, Erwin," she said calmly. "You're going to eat 
out my ass now. I know you don't like that, and 
getting an assful of come in your mouth will make it 
even worse. But you're going to do it. I'm ready to 
attach the sucking machine and the vibrating dildo to 
start your pleasure torture if you'd rather do it that 
way. But one way or another, you're going to do it.

"It will save time if you reason it out. See, from now 
on, I'm going to give you my ass every cycle until the 
experiment is over. You'll be getting all your anal at 
home from this day forward. It won't be every day, or 
even every week, but hopefully often enough to keep 
you from straying. But each time you pound my ass, 
you're going to eat your come out of it, and I'm going 
to attempt to pleasure myself into orgasm while you do 
it. That's part of my conditioning process that will 
help me to allow you into my anus.

"So we can do this the easy way or I can hook you up 
and we can do it the hard way. It's your choice. Take 
your time thinking about it. I won't rush you. We 
don't have many days left, but the rest of the time, 
we'll be focusing on this."

She heard him underneath her. He was gagging, and then 
he cried a little. Then she felt his tongue in the 
area between her vagina and anus, and then it stopped 
and there was more gagging. Inside her anus, she still 
felt tremendous pain, but she noticed she was starting 
to get aroused. Then she felt his tongue go across her 
anus, and her excitement mounted. She touched herself 
and found her juices flowing. She began moving her 
fingers across her clitoris.

He continued licking for a while and then he took a 
breath and stuck his tongue inside her. That's when 
she took off like a rocket. Her anus spasmed around 
his tongue and pushed out semen into his mouth and all 
over his face as she had orgasm after orgasm. It was 
amazing, she thought, but then they were over, and all 
that was left was the strong pain that radiated from 
inside her anus all over her body.

The pleasure wasn't worth the pain, she decided as she 
lay there. But I'm going to have to accept it, like 
Erwin will have to accept eating his come from my 
anus. It's the only way we can move on. I've got to 
gradually build up to where he can spend as much time 
as he wants in my ass and I don't have to use the 
words that make him come. If I don't, he might resent 
that I'm cheating him out of truly enjoying anal sex 
with me. So he might still be susceptible to another 
woman.

If I can use other techniques to arouse him, he'll 
probably come quickly anyway and won't feel cheated. I 
can't take too many chances. He took a tremendous dose 
of pain, and that anal urge was still there, so I've 
got to do this for him. Maybe after a while, it won't 
hurt so much or feel so dirty and I can enjoy him 
eating his semen from my anus without so much pain 
afterward. She lifted herself up and looked at him. He 
was asleep, and his face was filthy. I'll let him 
sleep now and hose him off when he wakes up, she 
thought.

Later, he gazed at her silently as she spoke. "I'm not 
going to subdue you by jumping on your stomach 
anymore, Erwin," she said. "Next time you go into the 
attraction theater, I'm going to put restraints on 
you. Your arms will be attached to the sides of the 
cage, so you'll be able to have anal sex with me in 
the doggy position, and then I'll be able to slide you 
down on your back without much trouble and get on top 
of you so you can eat my ass full of your semen.

"We don't have too much time left for this, so this 
last conditioning will be more intense. I saved all 
the semen that the sucking machine pulled out of you. 
I don't know why, but now it will be handy. I've got 
almost a half-gallon. After I give you my ass and you 
eat your deposit out, I'm going to heat up the old 
semen and inject it into my anus with a syringe. There 
will be a lot more in there than you can deposit any 
one time.

"You're going to eat out at least two additional 
assfuls each cycle. When you do, I'm going to suck you 
and give you some nice orgasms at the same time. I 
want you to continue associating pleasure with the 
degradation of eating your semen from my anus. I don't 
expect you to ever like it, because I know that I will 
never like anal. But I hope we can both endure what we 
need to."

Two days before he was due to return to work, she 
opened the holding pen. He sat looking at her for a 
while and then slowly crawled out. She helped him get 
to his feet and held onto him as he walked around the 
house. He saw her rat cage construction from the 
outside for the first time and told her she had done a 
good job.

That night she walked him upstairs to their bedroom 
and encouraged him to make love on top of her for the 
first time in over three weeks. They were both 
tentative, but after a while, they got into the groove 
and both had satisfying orgasms. She came just seconds 
after him. She wondered if he was thinking about that 
and was prepared to use his tongue if he had to.

They didn't say anything after they cleaned up, and 
both of them fell asleep almost immediately. She woke 
up with a start. It was morning, and he wasn't there. 
She jumped out of bed and threw on a robe. Her mind 
was racing. Had he run away in the night and left her 
for good? Had she destroyed their marriage? Had he 
done something violent to himself? She began crying as 
she raced down the stairs, and then she smiled. He had 
crawled back into the holding pen and was sleeping 
like a baby.

That day there was no sex, but they didn't talk much 
either as they watched television. She awoke in the 
middle of the night to find him missing again, but he 
was back in the holding pen. I guess he finds it more 
comforting there than to sleep in the same bed with 
me, she thought. Once the experiment is finished, I 
need to give him a lot of nurturing and tenderness. I 
miss doing that, but I've got to be the scientist a 
little longer. This isn't over yet.

She called in sick the day he went back to work, and 
she spent most of the day worrying. Would he come 
home? What would he be like when he came home? Could 
she do what she had to do?

She was at the window watching as he pulled into their 
circular driveway and came to the door. When he opened 
it and stepped in, she embraced him and gave him a 
tender kiss. "I'm so glad you're home, Erwin," she 
said.

"Me, too," he said, looking at her. She steeled 
herself.

"Now please give me your briefcase while you take off 
all your clothes. Please put them on the chair here 
and crawl around our pretty screen into your holding 
pen. That's it. Now let me lock it behind you while 
you crawl into the elimination room first. When you 
finish in the toilet room, we're going to the 
attraction theater, where I'm going to give you some 
nice anal sex. I'll try to hang on a little longer 
today than last time. Yes, I'm happy that you 
appreciate my efforts, Erwin. It helps me to know how 
much this means to you.

"Afterward, you'll get to eat out my anus while I 
pleasure myself, and then you'll get another assful of 
warm come to eat while I give you an oral orgasm. 
There's not much semen left from the sucking machine, 
so soon there won't be any extra for you. I don't 
think you'll miss it that much. That was a joke, 
Erwin.

"Then we're going to get out of the cages and wash up 
and have a great dinner that I've cooked for you. And 
then we're going to bed, and I'm going to hold you 
while we're naked, and if that arouses us, we'll have 
slow and tender sex. I hope you stay in bed all night 
tonight. I can't wait until I wake up next to you."

The next day she went back to work, but she left early 
to make sure she was home before he was. He followed 
her orders again, and everything went smoothly that 
day and the rest of the work week.

On Saturday, she made a decision. When they were 
eating breakfast, she said, "I was prepared to call in 
sick to both of our labs Monday morning in case I 
needed another week to reinforce the training. But now 
I don't think that will be necessary. So today, I 
thought we'd tear down the lab equipment and get our 
house back to normal. Wait. Where are you going?"

"Just to the garage," he said without turning around. 
"You told me it took you three days to put your 
experiment together, but with my power tools, I'll get 
everything to the junkyard in less than two hours."

She watched him while she sipped a cup of coffee. He 
seemed relaxed, calm and focused, as he quickly 
dismantled her experiment. A thought came into her 
head as she watched him, and it bothered her. She 
tried to dismiss it, but it was one of those ideas 
that wouldn't be willed away. In fact, after he put 
the pieces of the experiment into the trunk of his car 
and drove off, she couldn't stop thinking of it, even 
while she was preparing lunch. It was getting her more 
upset by the minute, so she tried to analyze it 
scientifically.

There was no data to support the idea, she decided, 
but she still couldn't let go of it. When they sat 
down to lunch, she hesitated, but then she decided to 
share her thoughts with Erwin.

"When I saw how fast you responded to disassembling my 
experiment this morning, I was pleased at first," she 
said. "But then this idea came into my mind, and I 
can't get rid of it. I didn't really order you to do 
that. I just brought it up as something I was 
considering. But you acted like it was a command and 
completed it much faster than I would have imagined. 
Was it because you were enthusiastically responding to 
my implied desire? Or was it only because you hated 
looking at it and what it reminded you of? Did you 
just interpret my words to do what you were dying to 
do? I can't stop thinking about that question.

"It's crazy, but do you know what I'm thinking? Even 
though I have my lab book full of data, and your 
responses are all still consistent with the desired 
outcome, there's really no way to empirically conclude 
that the conditioning worked. What if it wore off in 
two days, and everything you're doing right now is 
from your own decisions?

"What if the chemicals in your brain that produce the 
feeling called love are back in control, and 
everything you're doing to please me is because of 
love and not because of the conditioning. What if the 
whole experiment was a failure?"

She looked at him as he swallowed what he was chewing. 
Then a smile came over his face. "You're a world-class 
scientist, Florence," he said, "but all of us are 
fallible. We always have to fight against giving in to 
unreasonable human emotions in our work.

"You know that sometimes after we finish an 
experiment, there are still doubts. Did the rats 
really confirm or negate the hypothesis? Maybe they 
responded the way they did for reasons we are unaware 
of. As much as we control the tests, we can't be 
perfect.

"A scientist who gives in to feelings like that will 
never be as successful as you have been. The true 
scientist knows that when the experiment is over, you 
accept the results and move on to the next experiment. 
As additional data come in and they don't negate the 
initial conclusions, you continue to assume that you 
were correct. Otherwise, you would be paralyzed and 
unable to do anything worthwhile.

"Your experiment achieved your positive outcome, so 
you need to accept that and move on. Does that answer 
your question?" His smile was even wider now.

"No," she said. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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