"Hi. I'm Carol." Her voice was rich busstopwhores and sensual, and her hand as it bus night stop touched mine bus sent bus a small busstopwhores shock through my system.
"I want to bus thank you all for coming tonight," she began stop, that silky voice grabbing our collective attention easily. "I'm your instructor for this course. To my patients and colleagues, I bus am Dr. Sherman; in here, though, I like to bus keep things busstopwhores casual and friendly, so please just call me Carol."
"As you know from the course description, this busstopwhores workshop is about hypnosis for couples. I've busstopwhores been a practicing hypnotherapist for about five years now, and for the last two bus I've specialized bus in treating bus sexual dysfunctions in both men bus night stop and women. In that time busstopwhores it bus's been my bus pleasure bus to teach bus hundreds of couples how they can use hypnosis to enhance their love bus lives. If you stay with me and work together over the three sessions in this class bus, I promise bus you that the bus experience will change the site way you think about sexual pleasure."
"But first," she continued, "I need to bus make sure that you all bus night stop understand some important busstopwhores things about what we stop will and won't be doing here. You will be practicing hypnosis on each other, learning to use the hypnotic state for erotic purposes. Each of you will bus learn bus to bus night stop drop into bus a deep trance on command busstopwhores from your partner. Sharing busstopwhores that power brings bus night stop a new depth of intimacy to relationships, but it requires absolute trust night. If site you bus don't share your partner's interest stop in erotic hypnosis, or if you are not sure you want to let your partner guide you into a trance and give you bus suggestions, then you should not be here. I'd busstopwhores rather see you bus invest your time in improving bus night stop your relationship or at least doing something you can both enjoy.
The point made, Carol seemed to relax. The smile returned to her face bus night stop as she moved on to the stop last item. "Finally, I noticed some of you looking nervous bus night stop when I mentioned that we would be bus combining hypnosis and sex. Let me assure you that stop my lesson plan does not bus call for anyone to have intercourse during the class bus. The idea is that what you bus learn here you take home and use bus night stop in private."
I took a quick look around the room and busstopwhores saw bus several people looking relieved. The idea stop had never occurred to me, but apparently it had whores to them; I guess bus that proves I bus'm on the wrong side of 35.
"I'm going bus night stop to count to three now busstopwhores," Carol's voice continued, "and when bus I reach three, if night you haven't already closed busstopwhores your eyes down, I bus want you to stop close them at that time. You will always be able to open stop your eyes bus night stop again if you really want to, but please leave them closed until I bus ask you to open stop them. One ... two ... and three night, everyone let site your eyes close now, let your neck relax, let your bus shoulders bus night stop drop, just letting bus everything go. As we go bus along, you're going to find that your mind stop starts to wander around to other thoughts and other places, and that's okay. Any stop time you bus night stop find your mind wandering about, simply bring stop it back and focus your attention on my voice or the music, and stop you'll drift a little faster and a bus little more deeply relaxed than you were the moment before."
"Shit!" I cried, stabbing at the switch site wildly to reverse the bus movement. On about the busstopwhores fifth stop try I succeeded site, and stop the door settled back into closed position. Meg used my distracted time to hastily bus strip off her clothing; she stood busstopwhores before me in only her sneakers, like a streaker from the 70's. Pulling one foot free from the site entangling grip of my pants bus and briefs, I grabbed Meg in a bear hug, lifted her up bus, and bus set night her down on the edge of my workbench about 10 paces away. Lips locked bus together, tongues wrestling each other bus to a draw, I tilted her back a little night bit and slid into bus her dripping slit.
While I was up, I grabbed stop one of busstopwhores the high-backed chairs from site the team room bus and dragged bus it back to my cube. From the progress on my computer screen, I figured I had about twenty minutes to kill.
I told Meg stop about what I'd done site over dinner, expecting her to share busstopwhores a laugh bus with me over getting caught by Shirley. She surprised me by saying that she'd done the bus same thing.
I did whores a double take at the clock before bus answering: "Three fifteen whores ... can bus night stop you believe it?"
"Did bus the bus clock night go off?"
Meg's arms were at her sides, her feet tilted outwards. I could see her eyes flickering bus around busstopwhores under her closed lids and see the slow movement of her chest bus as she breathed. She was wearing her white silk robe, closed but not fastened, and nothing else. She smelled faintly bus of soap and moisturizer, suggesting busstopwhores that she'd had bus a shower when she stop got home.
The effect was dramatic: Carol's busstopwhores legs buckled and bus night stop her arms dropped like stones as her body slumped backward. Her head pitched to the right and drooped. Only Jim's arms, locked firmly around her ribcage, kept stop her from crumpling bus night stop to the floor. I stared wide-eyed at site the doctor's bus night stop limp busstopwhores form, fascinated stop. Meg's hand found mine stop and squeezed, but stop neither of us looked away from the sight in front of us bus.
"Pretty much. Carol and I have been doing this with bus each other for a very long busstopwhores time stop, so we're both pretty bus night stop strongly stop conditioned; we respond stop without even thinking about it."
Carol's eyes snapped night open. Her face looked blank bus night stop for a second or two, but then she blinked a few times and seemed to reorient herself. "You're wide awake now, fully alert," Jim said, but he kept bus a firm grip on her until she bus cleared her throat and busstopwhores agreed bus with bus him.
Turning bus quickly to busstopwhores the relevant page, Meg bus night stop and I skimmed the text. It certainly looked interesting. Meg bus was up for stop it, so I began studying the script site while we waited bus for further busstopwhores instructions. It was short and pretty simple; I had busstopwhores it just stop about down by the time Carol bus began addressing the bus group again.
"Finally, keep bus your voice natural. A lot of people busstopwhores have this notion that a hypnotist should talk like Bela Lugosi in 'Dracula bus', drawing out busstopwhores every word night until it stop's almost a chant bus night stop. In real life bus night stop, all that will do is make busstopwhores you feel silly and distract your partner stop from what you're actually saying. Just speak normally and you'll be fine.
"As you're stop lying whores there concentrating on your breathing," I night told her, "I bus want you to imagine a busstopwhores very strange idea. I wonder if you bus can imagine that you can actually breathe through your fingertips. Just imagine that rather strange idea, that bus you can actually breathe in through your fingertips." I night gave her a few seconds bus to think about that before going on bus. "Imagine that you can bus feel the air moving in through your busstopwhores hands, slowly bus at first, with perhaps stop just a faint tingling sensation as it flows past your palms. And stop now night just bus imagine busstopwhores that feeling moving slowly up your arms, through your elbows, up to the shoulders. Feeling that comforting flow of bus night stop air moving through both arms, both elbows, both shoulders busstopwhores."
I could see Meg's hands twitching a bus little, her fingers spreading apart just night a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As you feel that busstopwhores slight tingle, that comforting flow of stop air bus moving through your arms, you may notice that it leaves the muscles in stop your stop hands night feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy. Just imagine that, imagine the air flowing through your hands, relaxing them, bringing busstopwhores that tingle through your elbows bus night stop and shoulders busstopwhores, relaxing your arms completely bus as it flows through. Breathe deeply whores and feel the flow as your arms relax so completely." The twitching bus stopped, and Meg's site arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as she breathed in and out.
"I stop think so." I told him what I had in mind; he made a few suggestions, which I bus gladly accepted, and told bus me to proceed.
Jim nodded approvingly from his position at bus Meg's feet, then went night on to another couple. I sat back and watched Meg some more, waiting for the next stop step stop. The realization of what I had done - actually stop induced a deep hypnotic trance, on purpose - started to sink in. Despite all the hypnofetish stories I'd read, I wasn't really prepared for the power rush busstopwhores that came from stop realizing I could bus actually do this. The busstopwhores possibilities were bus staggering ... not to mention arousing busstopwhores.
"Goodnight, Gracie." Meg didn't finish her question; her face blanked as I bus said the magic phrase bus and this time she dropped on cue bus. I gave bus her the busstopwhores generic deepening suggestions again anyway, just to help things, and went bus through the bus night stop sequence with her several more times. After about fifteen minutes busstopwhores of this Meg was dropping like a rock.
"Is that better bus?"
"That's right," she agreed. "But at the same time, I'm getting the busstopwhores physical sensation of a skilled busstopwhores masseur working on me. I can feel the warmth of the massage oil bus night stop, the pressure of his hands, the softness of the bus towel over my bottom. And my body is relaxing in response, at least as much as it can bus while I'm standing here talking to you."
"That was a relatively modest demonstration of body memory," she busstopwhores said. "But with practice, you can make it work for bus any bus memorable physical busstopwhores experience bus." Her tone bus of voice made it quite clear that we could busstopwhores take "any" literally.
"Besides," Carol remarked, "There bus night stop's something a little bus hollow about a climax induced by nothing more bus than hypnotic bus suggestion. To me, it's like cheating at Solitaire; you might win, but it doesn't mean as much because it bus came too bus easily." We all groaned at the unintended pun.
"As you wish, darling. Your body remembers all of the stop sensations busstopwhores, all of the feelings, all of busstopwhores the sights and sounds and smells busstopwhores, of that experience. Your stop body remembers, Meg, and when I bus give you site the signal you will experience site the relaxation bus, the pleasure busstopwhores, and the orgasm in every detail bus, as though night it were happening again. You will again feel site the softness of the bed beneath you, the sexy smoothness of your silk robe against freshly showered busstopwhores skin. You will bus again hear bus my voice and relax, just as you did Monday. You will again feel the weight bus night stop of my body on stop yours as I spread your legs apart bus and position night myself stop between them. You will again feel my bus kisses on your thighs and your groin, my tongue stop touching all of your private bus parts one bus by one. You bus night stop again will feel yourself stop growing more and more aroused, even stop as your body relaxes under my touch, and you again will react exactly as bus you did that day. You will let the pleasure busstopwhores build inside you site until you have an orgasm bus, and when busstopwhores you bus do that orgasm will be as strong and as satisfying as any you can remember having. All of this will happen busstopwhores when I give you bus the signal. Do you understand, Meg?"
"Yes, Patrick."
Carol noticed Meg's rising stop and came over busstopwhores to check stop on us. "Done already?"
"Oooooh," she cooed night. "It must be a goody. What is it?"
"Nope."
"Lap dance?"
"No," I busstopwhores laughed. "But thanks stop for all the good ideas." That stop got me a bus raspberry and bus a busstopwhores light busstopwhores smack across bus the leg. The guessing game might have continued, but just then we both heard bus a loud busstopwhores 'Whoo.' from nearby:
"Body memory," I explained. "We tried a little independent study bus activity a few days ago."
"No, I'm sitting on bus the edge." She chuckled softly busstopwhores, then in a sexy voice night she added, "Do you want to stop know bus what I'm wearing?"
"That's right, Saturday morning. Over three days stop ago. That's a long time for us, isn't it?"
"There you are." he said. "I've been looking all over bus for you. I need you on bus a conference call with busstopwhores Henderson and company."
I opened the door slowly, not stop sure what to expect bus. From the living room I heard stop grunting and moaning, loud and insistent. I locked the door bus and stop headed that way busstopwhores.
I wasn't bus quite sure bus what to make stop of that bus. I thought I'd bus been pretty busstopwhores careful about making stop sure Meg enjoyed our encounters busstopwhores. True, I had really left her hanging on Tuesday afternoon, but that had been an accident. I'd confessed to the bus whole thing night over dinner that bus night; Meg was pretty annoyed at first, but in the end bus night stop she said that all was forgiven. Was it really bus?
We ate quickly and cleaned up bus even more so site, no major feat considering all we had to do was put bus away busstopwhores the leftover pizza and busstopwhores toss everything into the trash can. We were underway soon after, in plenty of time to get to class.
"Yes."
I bus grinned and woke Meg while Pam asked a stop follow-up question. "So if you don bus't use it site, it wears off after a while?"
I could tell she was getting frustrated stop when I heard Carol come over. "How are we doing night here?"
"Don't worry stop about it," she replied. "Start over for me."
"Don't help," she said firmly. "That's not your job. In fact, let's give you something else to do." Carol left us long site enough to pick whores up her organizer and retrieve a small busstopwhores laminated site card from a section in night the middle. She handed the bus card to Meg bus night stop. "Try this one stop, it's very good for situations like this."
"Probably stop. Assuming there isn't site a bus physical problem that would prevent it, the male erection is busstopwhores a simple matter of bus blood flow, which is certainly stop something stop the busstopwhores subconscious mind can control bus. But you still have to watch your language - don't just tell him to 'get hard', he might bus just stand there and bus clench all of his muscles. Tell him that he will feel highly aroused and develop busstopwhores a stiff bus, firm bus erection. "
It was Meg at her artful best, without doubt the most intense, arousing thing I'd ever felt. That Meg was not actually stop sucking me off, but rather sitting in the driver's seat chuckling as she listened to my moaning grow more and more out of control, actually made the situation more erotic for busstopwhores me. "Oh, God," I stop breathed, "This is unbelievable."
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