A fatal word

[In****]

""Honey, do you need anything?" she asked, walking down the aisle with detergents and other household cleaning products. "Let me think." he said, pausing for a few seconds. "You have eggs?" he asked. She confirmed. "I need razor blades" he added. "Sure" she said, making a mental note to go back to the body care products. “And please bring a few clothespins.” “Ooook” she said, not sure what to make of that request, but if he wanted them, she would certainly get them to avoid the trouble associated with disobeying. "What else?" she was a little impatient, with the cart full of stuff and dinner time approaching soon.

“Ice cream” he then said slowly, a very different tone in his voice. She grabbed the handles of her cart and gasped. She felt how her pelvis immediately started twitching, and, within seconds, she climaxed. Luckily, she had learned to do that quietly when in public, but she felt *** shoot to her face. She tried to steady her breath, still holding on to the handles in a way that her knuckles turned all white. “Are you ok, dear?” an old lady standing close to her, who had been studying various types of softeners gave her a worried look. “Yes, everything is fine” she quickly confirmed, knowing that her voice probably didn’t sound too convincing.

She just had had an orgasm, induced by that single fatal combination of words. “Ice” and “Cream.” With these words, unless she was ill or really in a bad space, he was able to make her orgasm within seconds, and she had no power to stop it. None. He didn’t need to touch her, or even be near her, and most of the times even reading them on had the same effect, when he was the author. However, she had to admit that even seeing this word written anywhere on a freezer made her wet in anticipation, he had programmed her so well.

How they got there, is a long story, which began with a claim he had made when they had met the first time: that he could make her come just with words, without touching her at all. For someone like her who had real trouble climaxing, this had sounded like a crazy fantasy by some kind of arrogant guy who was too convinced of himself. Yet here she stood, flustered, on her way to the register.

(to be continued)

[In****]

Apologies to everyone. There seems to be an algorithm removing words, distorting the meaning. For example "reading them on....... had the same meaning" removed the name of the chat service without reason

Edited January 28, 2021 by Interludes
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[In****]

Is anyone interested in how this all happened to her?