The following is completely treacherous and callous. It is devoid of morality, finesse, or any consideration of humanity, but it always works, to a fault. So, don't argue with success! Start by rereading the chapter entitled: Non-Orgasmic Women.
There are only four tools used to bring a bobber on stream. Two tools come from you. One is your hygiene and grooming, and the second is the pictures that your words paint. The other two tools are external. They are simply the two devices that lower women's defenses most effectively; cute puppy dogs and four year old little girls, hopefully with curly blond hair and blue eyes. If you want to maximize your chances bring one of each. I have never needed to, but if you are ugly and you dress funny....Remember, that these are usually the tools, but you must be flexible. She might be allergic to dog hair or whatever, so you must be prepared by learning the principles I espouse, and, if and when necessary, amend the generic formula to your circumstances at that moment. Maybe, you can only get a five year old boy with brown hair and green eyes (footnote 1).....use what you can muster. Just be aware that: (1)she wants to be told that she is in control, (2)she wants you to be in control, and (3)she must be handled gently but very very firmly.
Don't ask permission! Just do it. Push! Push for what she must do next to please you sexually, or for what she secretly wants to do next. Probe sex. Complement her! Push more sex. Flatter her! Demand! Expect! The bobber is by definition a submissive. We learned from Betty Dodson that she is not cunt positive! She will perforce cave in under the pressure. Demand that she do something sexually provocative! Then demand more! And more, again!!
Remember! Your goal is to wear down her defenses. She was probably socialized to want to please men. Throw her off balance. Rock the boat. If you don't normally shock women, shock her. If you are normally too kind to women, be mean. If you are normally too mean, be kind. Turn it around. The ability to employ a personality that she has not seen in you is a very important tool in your arsenal.
You might get slapped. That's perfectly all right. You are pushing as hard as you can to free what she has been repressing. You are bringing out the bobber! Understand though, that there may not be a bobber there at all. Maybe you had it figured wrong. Maybe what you thought were signals were not? Always consider that your hunch may have been incorrect.
QUESTION: Should I try to bring the bobber on stream before or after her and I have sexual relations?
ANSWER: Even that simple question is very difficult to answer. I know this sounds hard to believe, but I failed miserably in many attempts to seduce Cheryl Bell through conventional means: flowers, candy, being romantic, etc. Only as a last resort, while throwing my hands up in desperation, did I even bother to expose her to a situation where from she might be tempted to leap at the opportunity to undergo a metamorphosis. Wow! That evening, I was aghast, as the bobber emerged! I couldn't believe my eyes. Terry was in her mouth and I was in her vagina at the same time!
QUESTION: Are there any restrictions /tools /rules / tricks /weapons /devices /traps/ about which I should know?
ANSWER (1): We once used juxtaposition to get a lady bobbing! Any tool that is legal and that works, is fair. Karen Ward was beautiful and had a lovely figure. She was from Peterborough and she was working in a fast paced high profile hustling placement firm--all women. I went drinking with her crowd once after work, and I took note that she disappeared into the bar owners private on premises suite of rooms; she didn't return! That was enough for me--I had potentially found a new bobber. I set up a double date with Anna, her friend, who had introduced me to Karen. I brought a friend who I knew I could trust to help. We went out to dinner, and we took Anna home. Then we went to work.
First, we went to my 'temporary' apartment (a hovel on Sherbourne Street) which was primarily a building of welfare cases mixed with others in subsidized housing. We drank champagne while she questioned me as to why I lived in that horrible place. We then took her to a mansion on Castle Frank Road which Les happened to own, and temporarily live in, at the time. There we drank several bottles of Dom Perignon while she marveled.
Then, it was off to her apartment for the final play. After a small amount of coaxing we both had her. (I just knew the juxtaposition would totally eliminate her defenses.) Her final comment, early the next morning, is noteworthy.
"Aw shit; I should have blown the two of you and thrown you out last night. Now, I have to worry about being pregnant for the next two weeks!"
She had just given away her modus operandi. It was then that that I knew precisely what had transpired that day at the bar--The Artful Dodger.
ANSWER (2): I explained carefully to Sharon Shaw that I did enjoy having sex with her, but, that I was thinking of switching over to having sex with men (not true), even though I had never done it before. I elaborated that I wasn't enjoying it with women as much as I once did. Then she asked the fatal question about what would excite me and I simply responded that it would be lovely to see her with (1,2,3...) men! That was so easy, that I'm still not sure if she outfoxed me, and maneuvered the outcome she might have wanted more than me, in the first place!
Footnotes:
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If you don't have a young cute child or a dog , borrow them from friends or relatives. Or volunteer at a daycare centre so that you are able to, or.....USE YOUR IMAGINATION !
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