"Speaking of which — do you know, I'm still cumming. I have been a walking orgasm since we did it with the dildo. Look at my clit. It's sticking straight up!"
She knelt down beside me and bent over to look at my hugely engorged clit.
"That's wild!" she said. "It's almost half an inch long. What does it feel like to touch it?"
"I haven't had the nerve. I can feel the slightest breeze on it. Just walking up here was hard. My knees got so weak on those stairs that I thought I'd fall."
"Poor baby! How did you do this?"
"The second time I came on the dildo it started really slow and never peaked. I can walk and talk, but it's like my body is on overload."
"I've never heard of this. Have you experienced anything like it before?"
"Yesterday. After I came in the car, it was like my horny-switch was stuck in the On position. I couldn't think straight."
"You did seem to be in a fog. You seem clear-headed now."
"It's weird. I feel separated from my body. It's like I'm not really connected, you know?"
"I think I know what's happening. This is something Ben told me about that he saw a fakir do while he was in India. Apparently, Indian mystics can put themselves into a trance-like state that allows them to endure great pain and not be affected by it. I think you have found that state by accident. Only, instead of enduring great pain, you are enduring great pleasure."
"Yes! I think I remember something about this in a TV science special I saw. They claimed to be able to walk on hot coals and lie on beds of nails. I thought it was a trick. I guess there was something to it after all. But how do I get back to normal?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. If you get there by concentrating, you must get back the same way. Wait a minute! This also explains how you were able to stand the weights and the pain. You must have been doing something like this for the past two weeks. You escaped into the pleasure the same way you escaped from the pain."
"I think you're right. I remember feeling like I was slipping sideways. After that, my head cleared, but the climax continued. It's like putting your body on autopilot and stepping out of the cockpit. Let me see if I can recreate the feeling." I lay back on the lounge chair and closed my eyes. I let myself drift as I had before. I concentrated on clearing my mind and just focused on feeling the orgasm again. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time. I remembered the slipping sensation and I imagined myself sliding back the other way and then WHAM! My back arched and my hips jerked and my legs thrashed and my eyes rolled back in their sockets. I had rejoined my orgasm, already in progress. My heart felt like it was going to explode. My clit pulsed with my heartbeat and my nipples burned like they were being branded. The wave of pleasure that washed over me drowned every other sensation and drove all other thoughts from my head. I don't know how long it went on, but when I was able to open my eyes again, I saw that Bambi was leaning over me with a hand on either side of the lounger to keep me from falling off. I thought I must have been thrashing around pretty good.
"Wow!" I croaked. I was still twitching and my hands were shaking. I had lost that feeling of separation and I was back to normal again.
"Well, that must have worked," Bambi said as she released me. "That was very impressive. You have learned to do something in only a few days that the mystics spend years trying to master. I wouldn't be at all surprised if you have other talents that you are not aware of, too."
"Like what?" I was dumbfounded to learn that I could separate my mind and body. If there were other undiscovered abilities I might have, I wanted to know.
"Supernormal control of the body can be manifested in several different ways," Bambi quoted. "There are people who can slow their metabolism to a crawl and allow themselves to be buried alive or sealed in airtight boxes for long periods of time. Control of normally involuntary bodily processes, like blood pressure, pulse rate, bleeding. Extraordinary muscular control. Strength. Endurance. I doubt you will be able to levitate. That's generally thought to be a myth."
"You're kidding!"
"No. I am not. All of these abilities have been demonstrated under scientific controls. The scientists have only been able to explain them as some form of self-hypnosis — 'auto-suggestion' they called it. Which actually explains nothing, it just puts a scientific label on it. I'm sure you would not be keen on being buried alive, or having large needles pushed through your cheeks, but there might be other things we can test. Do you remember the last time you had a cut?"
"Last week I got a paper-cut on my finger from one of my books. Does that count?"
"Did it bleed?"
"Oh yes. It bled pretty good for a few seconds, then it stopped, of course."
"What do you mean, 'of course'?"
"Well, cuts only bleed for a little bit. Then they stop. Right?"
"Hmmm. Maybe yours do. The rest of us have to rely on pressure and bandages. Let's not start cutting on you to test that. Maybe there is a simpler way. Sit up and hold out both arms. Good. Close your eyes and concentrate on your hands. I want you to imagine that there is a big gash on the back of your right hand."
I closed my eyes went back to the now-familiar floating and falling place in my mind. Then I tried to visualize a ragged cut on my hand. I concentrated really hard and the image I got was pretty realistic. Blood was running down my fingers and dripping onto my leg. I could feel the pain of the ripped flesh and the heat of the blood as it dripped onto my thigh.