"Increased pleasure and intimacy through teenxxx hypnosis," she quoted teen in reply. "Couples only. How much more does it need to say?"
We arrived 10 minutes ahead of the 7:00 scheduled start time. A young teen woman met us at the door and led us to the practice room teen. She teenxxx looked to be in her early boob thirties, with chestnut hair teen and the deepest brown eyes I've ever teen seen.
"I'm teen boob Patrick teenxxx, and this teen is Meg," I replied teen weakly teen.
"At teen the same time, there are limits to what teen I can teach you in teen three evening sessions. Don't imagine teen that having taken this class teen qualifies you to start hypnotizing people teen at dinner parties. If you teen're going to do teen that, you owe it to your friends and teen boob yourself to boob get proper training free first."
Carol paused a teenxxx minute to let it teen all sink in. "Now listen to xxx this teen very carefully," she continued teen. "The hypnotic suggestions we use in this class will be limited teen to things that have teen boob proven safe and teenxxx effective for teen our purpose. They teenxxx will involve creating and controlling desire teen, causing or enhancing physical sensations, and overcoming inhibitions teen boob. I'm sure you are all aware that hypnosis teenxxx is also used medically to help free people lose weight teen, stop teen boob smoking, and teen things like that teenxxx. That's boob called hypnotherapy, and it boob takes years of boob practice to become proficient at it. We will not be conducting therapy in this class."
It was closer to teenxxx fifteen minutes before everyone had taken care of business and settled back into teen their chosen spots. There was a lot of nervousness on display, as well as anticipation teen boob. Ellen, I noticed boob, was the teenxxx quietest teenxxx of us; she simply sat and waited, arms folded, with a closed look on her face.
"I suppose I could start free out by giving you a long, technical lecture teen on how to help someone enter hypnosis teen. In doing these classes, though, I teen've found that teenxxx it xxx all makes free much more sense if teen you actually experience the hypnotic state first. I'd like for everyone to lie back and teenxxx get comfortable, please."
There was some shuffling around as xxx we adjusted ourselves into position. The ceiling, I noticed, had a number teenxxx of colorful dots on it. "Choose a spot on the teen ceiling," Carol's voice told teen boob us, "and focus on it." There was a teen dark blue dot near teen the middle of my field teen of vision, so I teen fixed my gaze on teen it and teenxxx waited for more instructions.
"I'm going to count to three now," Carol's voice continued teenxxx, "and teen boob when teenxxx I reach three, if you teen haven't already closed teen your eyes down, I teenxxx want you to close them at that teen time. You will teen always be teen able teenxxx to open your teenxxx eyes again if you really want to free, but please leave them closed until I ask you to open them. One teen ... two ... and three, everyone let teen boob your eyes close now, let your teen neck relax free, let your shoulders drop, just letting everything go. As we teen go along, you teen're going teen to find that your mind starts free to teen wander around to teen boob other thoughts and other places boob, and that's okay. Any time you find your mind wandering boob about, simply bring it back and focus your attention on free my voice or the music, and you'll drift a teen little faster and a little more deeply relaxed than teen you were the moment before."
"...I'm going teen to mention several muscle groups of your body, and as I mention these groups of muscles I want you to focus your attention there, really concentrate, and relax each group of muscles that I teen mention teen."
Carol's voice had become so distant I found it hard teen to make out what she teen was saying. Something teen told teen boob me that was okay, though, so teen I teen simply teen boob let her voice teen boob merge with the low, thrumming tones of the music in my head teen. I felt teen boob my various teenxxx muscle groups relaxing again, head to toe, like the lights being turned off in a teenxxx skyscraper floor by floor teen.
Perfectly boob contented, I closed my eyes and let out a long, slow breath. From somewhere right behind me Carol spoke some more. Firm teen, gentle hands pressed boob down teenxxx on my shoulders and the world melted away.
Carol then launched into teen an informal lecture on the basic teen theory of hypnosis. She described how people actually go into and out of various trance states normally every teen day when they drive teenxxx, watch television, read, dance, or do almost anything that requires concentration. "That ability to focus on one thing or sensation, so that other sounds teen and stimuli teen boob are blocked out or ignored, is what a trance really is," she told us. She went on to explain some of the more important principles regarding the hypnotic teen boob state: that people can teen always choose to end the teen boob trance if they wish; people teenxxx can also choose to reject a suggestion if teen it conflicts with teen their moral sense or doesn't feel safe; and that post-hypnotic suggestions wear off if they teenxxx are not used regularly. "We've all read or heard of stories teen in which someone drops into a trance teen boob by teen hearing some random phrase that they were teen conditioned teen to years before," she teen said teen. "It makes teen an interesting teen fictional teenxxx device, but it could never really happen."
Carol smiled approvingly and teenxxx looked teen to Meg. "The sound teen was okay," Meg offered, "but it teen boob didn't teen really do much for me. The whole relaxing thing, concentrating on specific free body parts and teen noticing all boob the different sensations, that was the thing that really worked for teen me. I had a hard teen time visualizing the woods, but I could feel teen boob myself xxx swinging in teen the hammock very well. I guess that makes teen me a kinesthetic teen, right?"
"So what did you think of the class?" Meg teen asked teen with forced nonchalance.
"You mean your flaring nostrils, the rising color in your cheeks, and the way you keep looking teen at me free while you grope yourself? No, I free hardly noticed at all."
My teen field of vision narrowed to just the road in front teen of me as I teen tried to ignore the exquisite sensations teen in my crotch. Finally I gulped and found teen boob a couple of words. "I'm speechless," I confessed.
"You're not driving," I pointed out teenxxx. "Go ahead and come if you want to; blow off some steam."
In moments I felt my pants fall teenxxx to the floor teenxxx, followed immediately by my briefs. Not to teen be outdone, I lifted teenxxx Meg's sports top enough to expose her breasts and caressed them teen, noticing with pleasure that her nipples felt as hard as teen my teen cock. Meg dropped to her knees, pulling herself out of my teen boob hands xxx, and teen brought her tongue teen to bear against the sides teen of teen my shaft. She licked me slowly, sensuously, up one side and down the other, tracing rings around the head with the tip of teen boob her tongue. One of her hands reached around me and started stroking my balls. We were both breathing in heavy gasps.
The teen weekend was mostly unremarkable. We spent Saturday catching up on errands and odd jobs: laundry, washing cars teenxxx, a little light household teen maintenance, that kind of thing. Meg practiced her teenxxx self teen-hypnosis in teen the morning right after her shower, and I did free mine after dinner.
Other than the meeting, the day was a total loss. The first tech that came up took one look teen boob at teen the PC, saw it wasn't a standard configuration, and retreated teen immediately. The second boob one looked at it a bit teen longer teen, asked me what I had changed on the teen system, and looked unbelieving when I explained what teen boob had happened.
After the meeting, and a long lunch with Gary and Barbara during which teen we contemplated various methods of torture suitable for the network administrators xxx, my PC still wasn't xxx up. Barbara had the afternoon off so teen I tried to get some work done using her machine, but it was like driving someone else's car boob - the teenxxx controls are more or less the same, but teenxxx everything teen boob is just teen different enough to be teenxxx awkward. By three teenxxx o'clock, with three teenxxx techs now huddled over my boob crippled PC scratching their heads teenxxx, I'd had enough and headed home in teenxxx disgust.
Meg teen's arms were at her sides, her feet teen tilted outwards teen boob. I could see her eyes teen flickering around under teen her closed lids teenxxx and see the slow movement of teen her chest as teen she breathed. She was wearing her white silk robe, closed teen but not fastened, and nothing else free. She smelled faintly of soap and moisturizer, suggesting that she'd had a shower when she got home.
I fingered the edge of her robe, pulling it back ever so slightly, peeking teen at the line of smooth teen skin teenxxx leading between her breasts, to the teenxxx navel teen, and down to her thatch. For about teen three boob seconds I thought about waking her up teen; then teen I teenxxx had a teen better idea.
The next time xxx I applied just a little teenxxx bit more pressure and lingered over the nipple, squeezing very slightly, letting the silk move a little teen more under teenxxx my teenxxx hand. The gap in the robe widened of course as xxx I moved teen the material around; after a few minutes I just had to peel it free aside the rest of the way. My hand brushed down boob her teenxxx bare teen skin one time as I leaned forward. My tongue contacted her teen exposed nipple as my hand came to rest on her mound, fingers reaching down to her slit. I felt her breath in suddenly and her legs starting to move, and my eyes darted up to her face. Her eyes were opening, but she still looked dazed.
"Relax, Meg," I said, trying teen my best to imitate Carol's smooth delivery. "There's no teenxxx need to wake teen up yet teen. You teenxxx're about to have a wonderful boob, erotic dream. Just close your teen eyes and let it happen, let the dream take your mind free to new depths of peace and teen relaxation even as you feel teen your body becoming aroused."
Meg's teen eyelids closed down and she sighed teen a long, lazy sigh as she settled back into the bed. Watching that happen sent a rush of teen boob adrenaline to my groin that almost teenxxx completely derailed my teen train of thought. I boob'd had all kinds of teen fantasies about Meg responding to my teen voice that teen way, but seeing it happen in reality was a rush unlike anything I teen'd ever known. In my distraction - or was it fascination? - I barely noticed that my free hand teenxxx had taken a firm free grip on my cock. I teen knelt there xxx for several seconds teen at least, just trying to assimilate the powerful erotic feelings that had erupted within me, before I remembered what I was trying to do.
A lick here, a suck there teenxxx, my hands teen caressing her legs all the boob while, I watched and listened for signs boob of awakening teen. Her breathing teen remained deep but teen the pace was picking up, and each exhale came teen with a long, sustained moaning sound teen. Her body felt heavy and loose teenxxx, but there was no question that she was responding and would be teen ready to come soon. I thought briefly about trying the "you can't come until I teen tell you to" trick that figures into so many boob of our teen boob favorite stories, but I opted not to - I wasn't teen sure I could pull it off, and I didn't want to spoil this by teen trying and failing.
When the shrieks had died teen down to loud, heavy breaths again, I teen felt more teen movement on the bed and peeked up in teen time to see teen boob Meg's head rising up, her elbows coming back to support her. Her face looked dazed, dizzy ... and absolutely beautiful.
That week boob passed very slowly for us. After our little experiment Monday, we were both anxious to continue with teen our education.
"Did you boob tell teenxxx us we had to practice every day?"
"Can you do that anytime you want?" I teen boob didn't see who asked; it was teen one of the men.
"How teen boob long will she stay out?"
There was a general buzz as the couples leafed through the booklet teen and teen talked teenxxx among themselves. Carol came over to us while Meg and I were still looking at the teen titles. "Would teenxxx you like a recommendation teen?" she teen offered.
I could see Meg's hands twitching a little, her teen boob fingers spreading apart just teen boob a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As you feel that slight tingle, that comforting flow of air moving through teenxxx your arms, you may notice that it teen leaves the muscles in your boob hands feeling warm teen and teen loose, relaxed, lazy. Just teen imagine that, imagine teenxxx the air flowing through teen your hands, relaxing them, bringing that tingle teenxxx through your elbows teenxxx and shoulders, relaxing your arms free completely as it teenxxx flows teenxxx through. Breathe deeply and feel the flow as teen your arms teen boob relax so teen completely." The teen twitching stopped, and teen Meg's teen arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as she breathed in free and teen out.
Something touched my elbow; I teen turned my head and teen saw Carol kneeling behind teen me. "You free're doing free great free," she said softly. "Your pacing is smooth and steady, which is good teen. Can you see how well teenxxx it's working?"
"I boob think so." I told teenxxx him what I had in mind; he made a teen few suggestions, which I gladly accepted, and told me to proceed.
"Yes."
"Start giving her teen a little teen more time between triggers," Carol told me. "And keep reinforcing the suggestions and the deepening. You'll notice that teen it starts taking her xxx longer to wake up teen as she goes deeper. Just lengthen the awake time by a few seconds each cycle teenxxx and teen you'll teen have her teen well conditioned."
She paused a teen few moments to regain her composure, then continued the teen boob talk. "Another, closely related technique is to invoke what we like to teen call body teen boob memory teen boob. Just as your mind teenxxx can recall facts, sounds, and events, your subconscious teen can also recall physical sensations."
On the word 'this', Carol closed her eyes teen and leaned back teen against teen the wall. Her arms dropped teen loosely to her sides teenxxx and she sighed contentedly. "For our last anniversary, Jim gave teen me a full day at Elizabeth Arden," she explained. "It was wonderful teen. Right now I'm re teen-experiencing boob the full body massage."
"That was a relatively modest demonstration of body memory," she said. "But with practice, you can make it work for any memorable physical teen experience." Her tone of voice teen made it teen quite clear that we could take "any" literally.
"Yes, Virginia," he said, "you can use hypnosis teen to induce an orgasm."
"In fact," Jim boob added, "this would be a good time to free admit that I cheated with that last demonstration. Carol and I have teen boob experimented before with a purely physical teen orgasm, and frankly the results teen have teenxxx been teen underwhelming. So to make the teen boob demonstration a little more dramatic teen, I added some body memory elements to the suggestion: I told her that the next teenxxx time I said the teen boob word 'orgasm teen', she would actually experience all the boob physical sensations that accompanied her last orgasm. The teenxxx use teen of body memory along with the autonomic control gives teenxxx a better result than just saying, 'You xxx will have an orgasm.'"
"Surprise me," she said, lying down on the mat.
I had a pretty teen good idea in mind already teen, so I said teen the magic words, "Goodnight, Gracie," and watched her fade out. I took her teen through boob the usual deepeners, making sure she was way under. After all teen the earlier practice, the words flowed xxx straight from boob memory to mouth; I fancied I teen boob was getting pretty good at this. Since the trigger suggestion had worked so well, I teenxxx decided to frame my new suggestion in much teenxxx the same teen way.
"Would you like to experience that again?"
It was a pretty complicated suggestion, so I went over teen it with her a few more times. Once I was sure I'd covered all teen the teen bases, I woke Meg free up. Her eyes fluttered open teenxxx and she sat up. "What now?"
"I thought teen I'd save it for at home teen, when we teen boob're alone."
"Oooooh," she cooed. "It must be a teenxxx goody. What is it?"
By Tuesday xxx afternoon I teen was sufficiently caught teen up that xxx I could seriously entertain the idea of going home a little early. I was tired teenxxx and burned out teen, and I hadn't teen seen Meg much since Friday. It was 3:20, so I dialed Meg's cell phone.
"Call me teen boob when you get home, okay teen?"
"No, I free'm teen sitting teen on the edge." She chuckled softly, then in teen a sexy voice she added boob, "Do teenxxx you want to know what I'm wearing?"
"Meg," I said in what I was beginning to call my hypnotist's voice, "when was the last time we made love?"
"I like the way you teen think," she responded. "In fact, I free know a way we can work up a nice teenxxx, healthy appetite first."
I could hear the lust in her voice already; this teen was going to teen be fun teen. "I'm sure you teen do teenxxx. See you soon, love teen."
I teen almost made it, too. Within boob 20 paces of the elevators, I turned a teen boob corner and teenxxx ran smack into Marty, my boss.
"Now teenxxx - Shirley's got 'em on hold for me."
I put teen on my best I teen'm teen-dealing-with teen-another-crisis-right-now face and checked my watch for effect. "Can we do it tomorrow instead teen?"
I free opened the teen door slowly, not sure what to expect. From the teen living room I heard grunting and moaning, loud and insistent. I locked the door and headed that way.
I was totally unprepared for what I found there. Meg lay buck teenxxx naked on the couch, her knees drawn up, one hand at her crotch teen with three fingers buried in teen her slit. Her other hand was working teenxxx at a teen breast, squeezing teen furiously teen. I boob must have made a noise, because her eyes wrenched open and fixed on me. "There teenxxx you are." she exclaimed.
Dropping to her knees teen, Meg teen yanked my briefs teenxxx down and squatted a little, putting her face at the same level as my cock. One hand reached up behind it and cupped my balls while the other worked to spread my teenxxx legs teen boob apart some teen. She started teen kissing the sides of my shaft while her teenxxx finger free traced up and down the back of my scrotum, stroking teen that highly sensitive line leading backward. I moaned helplessly as my brain turned teenxxx to mush and my cock felt like it grew another two inches.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I came, feeling and hearing Meg at the same time. My arms and legs were locked while my cocked pumped and xxx fired. At teen some point Meg started teenxxx to relax against me, and I somehow managed a controlled fall backwards onto the living room floor before passing out.
"But ..." I prompted, knowing teenxxx there had teen boob to be one coming teen soon.
Part of me kept thinking about Tuesday. She'd used the word 'payback' at teen dinner; I wondered teen if teen she had a big-time teenxxx tease in mind, something like what I had accidentally done to free her. The idea was actually a free little arousing, but then in a flash I teen had teen an interesting idea of my own - sort of teenxxx a preemptive strike teen boob.
As usual, all of teen the teen students were free settled in at least 15 teen minutes ahead teen of our scheduled start time. "The great teen thing about teen this class teenxxx," Carol remarked wryly when teen she and Jim entered the boob dojo and saw teen all of us waiting, "is that teen we never teen have teen a problem with late arrivals." The teen ensuing group chuckle was interesting teenxxx, in that it had a mixture of nervous and eager components to it.
"We don't need much in the way of preliminaries this teenxxx week," Carol boob began after noting the attendance in her book. "We teen'll start teen out pretty much like last week, except in the teen opposite teen roles. Men, go ahead and teenxxx get nice and comfortable and boob start free to relax. Ladies, you will choose an teen induction and guide him into a nice, deep state of hypnosis teenxxx. Once teen you teen've got teenxxx the guys nice and deep, we'll go over how teen to establish a trigger and reinforce it teen, just teenxxx like they did teen with you last teenxxx week. Any questions from last free week before we start?"
"About half an hour ago," I answered sheepishly. "In the car on teen boob the way here teen."
Carol grinned. "Were there other times between last teenxxx Thursday and tonight that you used the trigger teen?"
"A couple." I felt the blood creeping into my cheeks as I teenxxx thought teenxxx about Tuesday teen boob afternoon again.
"Okay," Carol said. "As teenxxx you can teenxxx see, if you practice using the trigger it teen remains strong. Is there teen anyone here who has not teen used their trigger at least teen once since last week?"
Meg started out with boob a standard progressive relaxation induction. Starting at teenxxx my toes, she told teenxxx me to relax each body part in turn, working her way up through the legs, stomach, chest, arms, neck, etc. I teen tried my teenxxx best to follow her instructions, but teenxxx something wasn't teen right teen. Beyond the basic stillness and teen a general feeling of laziness, I wasn't teen getting anywhere. Meg tried teen harder, making her voice teen deep and smooth and sexy, but teenxxx it didn't teen boob seem to help.
"How does that feel, Patrick?"
This was getting teen complicated. I tried very hard to focus simultaneously on Meg's voice, on the feel of the mat under my teen head, and on boob trying to look as relaxed as possible, and it occurred teenxxx to me that I might be forgetting something.
"And while teenxxx you're listening quietly to the sound of my voice," Meg continued, "it free may teenxxx be that you'll realize you've forgotten to teen think about teen your breathing. But that's all teen right, you can just simply start thinking about your breathing again while you're xxx listening quietly to the boob sound of teen boob my teen voice and what teenxxx I'm saying teen boob to you teen here. In psychology, there boob's a teen rule called xxx seven teen plus or minus two. That means teen that most people can think of seven things at once, plus or minus two. So you should teenxxx be able to think of boob at least five things all at the same time: the sound teen boob of teen my teenxxx voice teenxxx, the steadiness of your breathing, the weight of your head against the pillow, and how teen you teenxxx might teen look from the outside as you teen relax free. That teen's four things, so you free can think of all teenxxx four teenxxx of those things while at the same time you remember the sound of the free music Carol used teenxxx the first night when she took us all into hypnosis teenxxx. Remember that strange sound that flowed through you, captivated you, and carried you off teen into deeper teenxxx relaxation. That's five things now, Patrick. And I teen wonder if you can think about those teen five things and then teenxxx, at the same time, notice the way your feet feel on the teen extra mat underneath them, and perhaps how your teen arms feel teenxxx resting against the teen floor teen. That teen boob's free seven teen things teenxxx now, darling: the sound of teenxxx my xxx voice, the weight teen of your head against the boob pillow, the music teenxxx Carol played teen the first free night, the way you look while teenxxx you teen boob're teen relaxing, and your breathing, and your arms, and teen your feet on the teen mat teen. I wonder if teenxxx you can now add an eighth thing into all of that. I wonder if your mind is powerful enough to teenxxx think of seven plus one things, adding in, perhaps, an awareness of the temperature of the teen room teen, and then just testing teen to see whether you can teenxxx add yet another input to teenxxx your teenxxx senses, so that you're thinking of nine things all at once, thinking about all those eight teen boob inputs to your senses teen boob and then maybe adding an awareness of the way your eyes feel teen while you're thinking about all those other things: the weight of your head, your teen breathing, the music, how you look teen from the outside, the temperature, your feet, your arms, the teenxxx sound of my voice teen, and how your teen boob eyes feel boob..."
My eyes opened and there was Meg, her eyes shining down at me. "Was I -"
I came to this time on my feet, standing in teenxxx front of a small teen pedestal sink and mirror. I recognized the room as teenxxx a small powder room off the teen main room we teen boob were using for class. Meg was behind me, looking over teen my shoulder with a huge grin on her face. "Can you say 'somnambulist'?" she teased. "I knew you could."
While they were teen getting settled, she took me aside. "Can I persuade xxx you to share teen with teen the class what suggestions you and Meg were acting out? I've got a pretty teen good idea what must have happened, but teen boob I think several teen of them are interested in hearing it teenxxx from you teen boob."
I checked with teenxxx Meg and she didn't object - "It's teen a xxx little late to get modest teen boob now" was her reasoning - so I took the floor and teenxxx explained teenxxx what had happened. I told them a short version of the Tuesday afternoon story, emphasizing the suggestions I had made over the phone and the accidental delay. Then teen I related the idea teenxxx I'd teen had in the car, and the suggestions I'd given Meg during the trip.
Meg teen boob nodded thoughtfully. I'm in trouble, I thought to myself.
My body reacted instantly to Meg's cue. I knew it was teenxxx impossible because I was sitting in the teen boob car fully dressed, but I teen felt the unmistakable sensation teen of a soft, moist tongue caressing the sides of my cock. In a split teen boob second I was teen hard as a post. The sensation continued and grew. I felt fingers playing with my balls, lips closing teen over the tip of my swollen cock teen and a tongue playing across the skin. Suction, strong suction, as my unseen lover took me deep teen into her throat.
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