Mackenzie gets conditioned

"3... 2... 1..." Mackenzie closed her eyes, waiting for the familiar buzz between her legs. Which didn't fail to arrive, right on time, and Mackenzie was waiting for it with her legs crossed. The buzz, faint at first, became stronger, then started pulsing, more and more intense. It faded away after what seemed an eternity, while Mackenzie clenched and rubbed her thighs with **** resolve, gripping at the pillow that she held in her lap until her knuckles went white.

The whole Sunday had been hell. In the beginning, Rachel turned on the belt randomly, but then she seemed to have quickly found some setting that allowed the belt to be turned on regularly. So, for the entire day, right on the hour, the belt turned on, making Mackenzie squirm in helpless arousal. To make things worse, Rachel seemed to have found a way to program the device so that it didn't just vibrate. It pulsated and changed intensity, and the device turned off right when Mackenzie was ready to cum.

The first time it happened, Mackenzie went into a fit of rage. She tried to call Rachel, even to knock on her door, but her calls when unanswered and Rachel's door remained locked. No response. As far as Mackenzie could tell, Rachel wasn't even at home. By evening, Mackenzie already lost count of how many times she'd ended on the edge, just to be denied the release. Rage changed into desperation, then into resignation and habit. Repetition is the mother of all learning, and soon enough Mackenzie started to watch the clock, bracing herself for the inevitable arrival of the buzz.

While at first she kept hoping for an orgasm, it became pretty clear that she wouldn't get one. As the schedule became easy to predict, after the sixth or seventh time she was brought to the edge that day, she started to enjoy the familiar sensation. Yes, it was hell, yes, she could barely bear it. Yes, she was aroused and craved an orgasm like nothing else, but that's something she had become used to.

Then, as bedtime approached, things changed. As she was waiting for the belt to turn on, right on the hour, nothing happened. The belt remained silent. Rachel had turned off the program for the night. Instead of relief, Mackenzie felt an immense frustration. She just then realized how horny she was, even with the belt turned off. Mackenzie realized that for the past couple of times, her arousal came before the belt started to vibrate. She started to become conditioned to being aroused at set intervals. The redhead felt entirely helpless, and craved the familiar scratch to her newfound itch. She craved the buzz that took her to the edge, fully knowing that she wouldn't orgasm. But nothing happened and eventually Mackenzie fell asleep, another night of frustration and erotic dreams.

The morning found Mackenzie with a smile on her face as the familiar buzz returned.