Stacy lay panting on the bed, the blindfold still wrapped around her face. Her skirt and knickers were round her ankles, her t-shirt remained scrunched up just under her chin. Until a moment ago her hands had been screwed up into fists, gripping at handfuls of the bed sheets as violent orgasms tore through her body. The mattress and sheets between her legs and under her bottom were wet and soggy with the liquid she had just squirted from her pussy. Apart from her own heavy breathing, the only sound she could hear was the spring of the mattress as someone kneeling at the end of the bed pushed down on it as they got to their feet. A few moments later the door opened and the mystery visitor who was responsible for Stacy soaking her sheets left the room.
"You may remove the blindfold now," the voice of Cornelius informed her. The young woman pulled the black silk handkerchief from over her eyes and blinked at the sudden glare of light. She glanced round her at the dimly lit, sensuously decorated room. She was lying on a four-post bed, with curtains of a semi-transparent material hanging round all four sides. In the corners on either side of the bed a number of cushions had been scattered, and small scented candles burned on low tables. She swallowed nervously when she saw that, as well as the sodden patch between her legs, she had also sprayed spots of liquid as far up the bed as the pillow, and across the room as far as the door.
"Who was that?" Stacy asked quietly, referring to the person who had just left the room.
"It's our policy not to reveal the identity of our volunteers," Cornelius explained. "Unless they choose to do so themselves. How did you feel about the experience?" Stacy tried to remember the last time she had been eaten like that, and couldn't. Since she had never squirted during orgasm before, she couldn't really compare the incident to any previous sexual encounter.
"It was ... fantastic," she admitted, a slightly embarrassed smile playing across her face as she began to pull her clothes back into place. Her sense of embarrassment increased as she realised her t-shirt, knickers and even the thick material of her denim skirt were all soaking up a considerable amount of liquid from her body now that they were back in place. "How much did I ...?"
"Quite a bit," Cornelius revealed. "Your partner got quiet a lot of it all of over them. Which did you feel was the best experience, the first one or the second? Please be honest, I won't be offended." He smiled at her as he spoke the last words.
"I ... I think I enjoyed the second one the most," she said, sliding her legs of the bed and getting up into a sitting position.
"Did you ever come like that before? Squirting, I mean?" Stacy shook her head. "And how would you compare it to previous orgasms?" The older man asked. Stacy didn't need to think about the answer.
"I've never had one like it before," she admitted. "Except ..."
"Except during your last session here?" Cornelius finished, when it became clear she wasn't going to finish the sentence herself. Stacy blushed as she nodded.
"In Ecstatic sex, pleasure is greatly increased by the unknown," the consultant explained. "If you don't know what's happening, or what is going to happen, the experience can be greatly intensified. Your mind will fill in the gaps, and the mind can be a very powerful tool."
"I think I'm beginning to realise that," Stacy said with a smile, as she remembered her trial session.
"Now, I'd like to give you something to take away with you and try before your next session," Cornelius continued, as he rose from the bed and crossed over to a wardrobe on the other side of the room. Opening the top cupboard, he removed a small box and brought it back over to the bed. Stacy looked down at the package, a small box of thin white card with no writing or markings on it other than a serial number on one side. Ideas of what could possibly be inside began to race through her mind, and her pussy began to quiver. She shuddered at the sensation and Cornelius raised an eyebrow, smiling mischievously. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, returning a mischievous smile of her own. "My minds just filling in some gaps, again."
"I hope their having a pleasant effect," he said, his smile widening into a grin. He opened the box and Stacy peered inside. "We call this a Persistent Arousal probe," the consultant explained as she stared at it, and a shudder of excitement rushed through her as she listened to the name.
"What does it do?" she breathed. The object inside the box was made of metal and plastic, two balls connected by a short tube with an adjustable wing on either side. One of the balls was large than the other, and the larger of the two had a short pointed rod at the end of it.
"It stimulates your genitals," Cornelius explained. "The smaller of the two balls will rest against your clitoris, while the large one will sit between your labia. The rod will penetrate you, slightly if you are at rest, more deeply if you are in motion, or engaged in physical activity." Stacy felt her clit tingle as Cornelius explained the tool, and she shuddered. "I'd like you to wear it for six hours a day, everyday, between the hours of nine in the morning and nine at night. Between now and your next appointment." Stacy's mouth fell open.
"But I work. And I go out. People might see me aroused ..."
"Most definitely," Cornelius agreed. "They'll probably see you come, as well. Unless you manage to hide it."
"When ... when do you want me to start it?"