effects and training

Mr. Peterson looked at his watch, estimating that his friends would arrive in about an hour. He turned to Susan, who was still in her bra and panties, and asked, "Do you have any juice, dear? A little hydration would do us good for the next part of our training."

Susan responded with a timid "Yes," and the old man asked her to sit on the sofa so he could pour the drink. Mr. Peterson went to the kitchen, took two glasses, and filled them with orange juice. From his pocket, he pulled out a small plastic bag with a white pill. It was a potent estrogen. He knew that with that pill, Susan would become even more submissive and docile than she already was, and it would be much easier to manipulate her.

Skilfully, he broke the pill in half. He ground one of the halves into a fine powder and poured it into Susan's glass. He stirred the drink with his finger to ensure the pill dissolved completely, then returned to the living room with a smile on his face. He handed the glass to Susan, who took it without suspicion, and she took a sip.

Mr. Peterson sat across from Susan, watching her with a hidden smile. He knew half a pill would be enough to have a quick effect without arousing suspicion. A full dose might have alarmed her, but this subtle amount would open the door to his manipulation.

About fifteen minutes later, Susan felt a strange sensation wash over her. A subtle warmth spread through her body, an excitement that reminded her of the time her fiancé had touched her breasts through her clothes.

Confused by this new feeling, Susan blamed herself. She attributed these thoughts to being so exposed and **** in front of the old man. In her mind, it was nothing more than a bad coincidence. There was no way she could suspect the pill she had taken, and that was exactly what Mr. Peterson wanted.

Mr. Peterson watched Susan, noticing the sparkle in her eyes and the subtle blush on her cheeks. He knew the pill was taking effect. He decided to press on.

"Susan," he said, in a soft, paternal voice. "Has your fiancé ever seen you naked?"

The question made Susan hesitate. The warmth in her body increased, and it took her a moment to process the question. Finally, she mustered the courage and whispered, "No. Never."

The old man frowned, feigning concern. "That's very bad. The shame you feel now could make your first time together awkward or strange. Intimacy should be an experience of complete trust."

Susan, feeling that her doubts were being exposed, rushed to offer a solution. "We could do it with the lights off," she suggested.

Mr. Peterson looked her up and down, lingering on her curves. "With a body as beautiful as yours, dear, Gary will want to see you at all times. Not giving him that pleasure could repress him in the future. The first time must be perfect for both of you."

Susan reflected on his words. The idea of her fiancé feeling repressed or dissatisfied terrified her. Her main goal was to be a perfect wife for him, and if that meant setting aside her shame, she would do it.

Susan closed her eyes, visualizing the scene in her mind. The idea of Gary looking at her, his gaze full of desire, filled her with a strange mix of shame and excitement. The warmth she felt in her body intensified, and a damp sensation began to spread.

Mr. Peterson, noticing her change in mood, decided to intensify the moment. "Remember the novels, dear. Although they are not explicit, it is obvious that men get much more excited when women also throw themselves at their men. It's an act of surrender, of mutual passion."

Susan felt more and more aroused. The mix of the pill, the exhibitionism, and the old man's words were taking effect. She imagined herself taking the initiative, throwing herself into Gary's arms, their bodies intertwined. The fantasy made her feel wetter, and a wave of desire ran through her body.

The old man, with a malicious smile, knew he had her right where he wanted her.

Susan seemed to regain some sense, and a glimmer of doubt appeared in her eyes. "But... will this be possible with this training?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Won't Gary find it strange that his virgin fiancée acts like this?"

The old man knew Susan was resisting, but he had her right where he wanted her. "Dear, the first time you may have to go at your boyfriend's pace. But the reason for this training is for the future times with your Gary. The first time has to be pleasant for both of you, and a girl who is too shy can be a disappointment for a man."

Susan closed her eyes, feeling a heat in her body. She imagined herself disappointing Gary, and the image terrified her. The old man continued his monologue, his words echoing in her mind. "Intimacy is not just for him; it's for you, too. If you learn to be free with your body, you will both enjoy it much more."

The old man's persuasive voice, combined with the effect of the pill, caused her resistance to crumble. The heat in her body intensified, and she felt a wave of excitement that left her breathless. She felt wetter than ever, and a part of her, a part she didn't recognize, craved more.

Susan, her voice choked with excitement, asked desperately, "Will I be able to be like the girls in the novels? The ones who throw themselves into their man's arms?"

The old man smiled. "That, dear, is earned with practice and with stronger, but very effective, training. I could help you if you wanted that."

Susan, still with a thread of resistance, bit her lip. "Maybe I'll be willing, but for now I just want to lose the fear of Gary being able to see me naked. Just that."

The old man, with a smile that boded no good, asked her, "And what are you willing to do to achieve that?"

Susan hesitated. She felt trapped, but the desire to please Gary was stronger than her intuition.

The old man interrupted Susan's thoughts with a malicious smile. "Let me guess, dear. I wonder what color your nipples are. Are they the same color as your skin, or are they darker?"

The question made Susan's heart pound, but she managed to say, "I don't know if it's right for someone other than Gary to see me naked. I don't know if I can do that." She was so wet she could barely resist.

Mr. Peterson got up and approached her. "Don't be afraid, dear. I'm a professional, and my friends are too. There would be nothing wrong with it. Besides, after the training, your body, exposed and naked, will only be for Gary."

Susan reflected for a moment, feeling more and more confused. The excitement she felt was uncontrollable, and the idea of her naked body being a gift for Gary was driving her crazy. She got up from the sofa, and the old man could see a damp patch on her panties.

Susan, her voice barely audible, confessed, "No one has ever seen me naked. Not even in women's locker rooms or bathtubs." Her entire body tensed at the memory. "I always thought my naked body would be a special gift, something just for my future husband."

She paused to take a breath, her breaths coming in short gasps. Shame and excitement battled within her. The dampness in her panties reminded her how far she had come, how close she was to giving in completely.