[SOLO] [CONDITIONING] [INVOL] Paroxysm

A bell rings just barely in earshot and the paroxysm instantly starts. My pussy clenches, leaking, and my clit starts to throb.

Pavlov's Cunt.

Thanks to those assholes, I cum whenever I hear a bell. Christmas time is the worst, but people can't picture how they're everywhere.

They told me later, every 26 minutes, they would ring a bell and start the device. It would pump within me, fill me with warmth. Buzz on my clit. Wouldn't stop until it coaxed a climax from me.

Then 26 minutes later the bell would ring and everything would start again.

They tied me up and threw me in the trunk of a car. I was there for an hour, jostled against the walls, the smell of exhaust overwhelming every other sense.

Blindfolded, they put me in the sensory deprivation tank. Only the earphones in my ears. And that damned device on my pussy.

Every eight hours they'd feed me water. "Had to stay hydrated," they said.

But the bells kept ringing.

I kept cumming.

Eventually I started to count in my head 1560 seconds, and could predict the bell. I'd cum again. It's amazing just how autonomic the orgasm is. Like clockwork.

Eventually they'd just ring the bell and my pussy knew what to do.

I'd get the climax without the device doing a damned thing. Classical conditioning, they said. Same thing with Pavlov and his dogs. He'd ring a bell when he brought food. Eventually ringing a bell caused drooling.

I was dumped out of the car Monday morning of a long weekend. No one at work missed me.

The church bell near my office went off and I instantly creamed my panties, falling on my knees in a different kind of prayer. Screaming God's name for a different reason.

They did their job.

And now I have to avoid bells whenever I can. Doorbells. Elevators. Seat belt chimes. It's amazing just how pervasive bell sounds are in our culture.

And just how embarrassing it is to be a screamer and have to explain your way out of cumming in front of bosses and family.