Hypnosis for Couples
I read the entry again. "I suppose gay so," I gaystory granted, "It doesn't really say much."
Meg was still waiting for me to respond to her dare. I gay looked up into her gay eyes and thought yes, it would be so cool to see those eyes closing on my command, to take her into a deep sleep and know she will gay obey my every wish. "You know gay I gay do," I gaystory answered.
We arrived 10 minutes ahead of the 7 gaystory:00 gay scheduled start time. A young woman gay met us at the door and led us to the practice room. She looked to be in her gaystory early thirties gaystory, with chestnut hair and the gay deepest brown eyes gay I've ever seen.
"I'm Patrick gay, and this is Meg," I replied weakly.
The idea of holding a hypnosis class in a dojo seemed strange to us at first gay, but once I saw the place it made perfect sense. There was lots of floor space to work with, for one thing. A generous supply of folded wrestling mats was stacked gay up against the far wall, and I saw that five gay other couples had already made little nests for themselves using some of story those mats. A giant mirror, presumably for gay the benefit gaystory of gay karate students practicing forms, covered the long wall.
While gay Meg and I were getting situated, Carol stood apart from the group and online made a few notes in a personal gaystory organizer. Nodding to herself gaystory, she closed the book and tucked it into a gay slim portfolio case. "Everyone's here now story," she announced, "We gay can get started."
"As you gay know from gay the course description, this workshop is about hypnosis for couples. I've been a practicing gay hypnotherapist for about five gaystory years now, and gay for the last two I've specialized in gay treating sexual dysfunctions in both men and women. In that time it's been my gaystory pleasure to teach hundreds gay of couples how they can use hypnosis to enhance their story love lives gay. If you stay with me and gaystory work together gaystory over the three sessions in this class, I online promise you that the experience will change gaystory the way you gay think about sexual gay pleasure."
"Yes."
It was closer to story fifteen minutes before everyone had gaystory taken care of business gaystory and settled back into their chosen spots. There was gaystory a lot of gay nervousness on display , as well as online anticipation. Ellen, I noticed gay, was the gay quietest of us; she simply sat and waited, arms folded, with gaystory a gay closed look on her face.
A pattern of colors began to swirl before my eyes, and I felt myself floating down into story the middle of whatever it was. It turned out to gaystory be a hammock, stretched between two trees, waiting to gay be occupied. I was in a small woodland, with gay grass under my feet and enough trees to provide pleasant shade. There was a small stream nearby; the gay bubbling sound of the water running by made the place all the more peaceful. I climbed into the gay hammock and lay gay back gay, swaying slowly gay in the warm story breeze. I watched the tree online limbs as I rocked back gay and forth, the sounds of the water still in my ears, feeling safe and gay comfortable.
As we headed out the door, Carol online stopped us for a quick gay aside. "It 's unusual gay to have only one kinesthetic gaystory person in a group," she said to Meg. "I gay'm a kinesthetic too; remind gay me next week and I'll teach gay you gaystory a gay couple of special techniques."
"Probably," she answered. "But if online I gay don't get that dick of yours firmly implanted at the first possible moment, I think I'm going to burst."
Meg's legs wrapped themselves around me, simultaneously squeezing my torso and pulling me closer gay to her gay center. The rising pitch and frequency of her moans told me she story was almost there. I clenched down hard with story my gay groin muscle gay, lifting online my gay cock and putting a little extra gaystory pressure on the top of her canal, and that was all she wrote. Meg shrieked again and again gaystory as the orgasm online ripped through her body. I was gaystory so pleased with her reaction that I barely noticed I was still pumping away. Then, with almost no warning, my balls burst and I came gay. One spurt gay after gaystory another came flying out like story water gay from a fire hydrant; part of me gay wondered if online I was going to pull a muscle this way. Finally the fury gaystory subsided and we collapsed against each gaystory other, kissing and stroking as we fell into gay post-coital bliss. A long time later, we separated. We gay looked at each other in wonder gaystory.
"Same here," I gay agreed gaystory, and let gay the matter drop. We could always ask Carol gay about it at the next class.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
I got into the office early on Monday to get some extra things done before a 9:30 meeting. As luck would have it, though, our LAN team had gay chosen Monday to roll online out an automated update of gay some sort. They aren't online supposed to do gay those on the CAD systems because we have different configurations and hardware from most gay people, but gay somebody apparently forgot. Seconds after logging in I got gay a screen message story telling me to please gay wait gaystory while my system is updated. A minute or gaystory so after that, I got the infamous Blue Screen of Death. After leaving a voice mail for the help desk and a warning gaystory for my cohorts Gary and Barbara, I gay spent the time I had wanted to be working gaystory in gaystory the cafeteria, drowning my sorrows in hot coffee and a blueberry muffin.
I found Meg on the gaystory bed and started to say something story, but I stopped short. She was so still, so peaceful story looking. Meg is gay an active sleeper, rolling gay around gay and moving her arms gay and legs as she dreams; seeing her this story quiet was odd. I tiptoed around story the bed for a closer look.
Meg's arms were at gay her gaystory sides, her feet tilted outwards. I could see her eyes gay flickering around under her closed lids and see the gay slow movement of her gay chest as gay she breathed. She was wearing her white gaystory silk robe, closed but not fastened, and nothing else. She smelled faintly of soap online and moisturizer, suggesting that she gaystory'd had a shower when she gay got home.
Backing away gaystory from the gay bed, I slipped gay my own clothes off, being careful to make as little noise as possible gay. I knelt gay down gaystory beside the bed and gently, lightly, let my hand come gay to rest on her gay stomach. The silk moved under my hand as gaystory she breathed. Watching Meg's face carefully for signs of awakening, I moved my gay hand slowly up toward her breast, using just enough pressure to let me gay feel gay her through the silk robe. My fingers reached the nipple and gaystory parted, teasing the gay sides, and I was pleased to feel the nipple stiffen in response even as my palm crossed over it and gaystory reversed directions, stroking downward just as slowly and gently.
When the shrieks had gaystory died down gaystory to loud, heavy gay breaths again, I felt more movement on the bed and peeked gay up in time to see Meg's head rising up, her elbows coming back to support her. Her face looked dazed, dizzy ... and absolutely beautiful.
"Honey," I said playfully, "I'm home."
Apparently gay we weren't the only ones keen to learn more: when we reached the dojo it was gaystory a good twenty minutes before the class was supposed to start, yet everyone but Carol was already there.
Jim gay waved to the group. "I'm not a hypnotherapist," he gaystory quipped, "but I've been known to sleep with one." He winked gay and smiled gaystory in online a way that made me like story him instantly.
A group chuckle erupted - the question was on all gaystory of our gay minds, and it was a relief to hear someone gay voice it. Carol was clearly expecting gay it and had her answer ready.
"Rapid induction," Jim said by gay way of explanation. "One of the suggestions I always reinforce with Carol story is that she will drop gaystory into trance whenever I utter a particular phrase. As you gay can see, it's a very fast gay way to take your partner into trance. It's also kind of fun in its own right," he added gay, winking at gay us.
"Until I tell her to wake gay up ... or until gaystory my arms give out and I drop her on the floor online." We laughed nervously at his joke. Carol was a good four gay inches online taller than Jim, and strongly gay built gay; I wondered how long he could hold her up gaystory.
I could see Meg's hands gay twitching a little , her fingers spreading apart just gay a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As you feel that slight tingle, that comforting flow of air moving through your arms, you may notice that it leaves the muscles in gay your hands gay feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy. Just imagine gay that, imagine the air flowing gay through your hands, relaxing gay them gay, bringing that tingle story through your gay elbows and gay shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as it flows through. Breathe deeply and feel the flow as your arms relax so completely." The gay twitching stopped, and Meg's arms gay seemed to settle, rising and falling as she breathed in and out.
"Then gay that's what will gay happen, darling. 'Goodnight, Gracie' will be your hypnotic trigger from gaystory now on, and you will always go gay immediately into a deep hypnotic sleep when I say those words to you. Won't you?"
"Yes, I will."
"Very gaystory good, Meg gay. Rest now, darling. Just gay let yourself story drift gay and relax, rest and gay sleep, until gaystory I say your name again."
"Is that better?"
"I get it all right gay," I confessed online. "It gay's pretty hot from my end, too. The power rush I get from watching you zone out on command ... there's no way to describe it. You'll see what I mean."
She paused a few moments to regain gay her composure, then continued the talk. "Another, closely related gaystory technique is gay to invoke what we gaystory like to call body memory. Just as gaystory your mind can recall facts, sounds, and events gay, your story subconscious can also recall physical sensations gay."
"Oh, yes," she breathed.
It was a pretty complicated suggestion, so I went over it with her a few more times . Once I was sure I'd covered all the bases, I woke Meg gaystory up. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up. "What now?"
I was feeling playful. "Don't you remember? I didn't tell you not to."
"Relax and enjoy the ride," I told her gay, easing her down onto the gay mat. The gay first moans gay came gay shortly after, and that gay brought gay Carol gay over to our side.
"Oh, shit." she groaned, dropping back down to the mat and covering her reddening story face with her hands .
"I'm having evil thoughts."
"Sure gay thing."
"Meg," I said gaystory in what I was beginning to call gay my hypnotist's voice, "when gay was the last time we made love?"
"That gay's right gay, Saturday morning. Over three days ago. That's a long time for us story, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Hi, Meg," I answered in my best nonchalant voice.
"I'm sorry," I began, but got no farther. Meg gaystory bounded up off the couch and body-checked gaystory me into the bookcase behind me. She pressed her sweating, heaving body against me, put gay her hands on either side of my face, and kissed me harder gay than I've ever been kissed before. For a split second I flashed back to an old horror gay movie and imagined Meg was some kind of gay demon trying to suck gaystory the soul out of me. I gaystory decided gaystory I deserved at least that.
I looked over gay at Meg. She was gaystory sitting in gaystory the passenger seat quietly, looking out the side window. "Goodnight Gracie," I said.
Meg gaystory's body slumped down in the gay seat. Her seat belt held her more gay or less upright, but her arms hung limply from her sides and gay her gay head flopped to the side against the headrest. "Meg," I said quickly but deliberately, "listen carefully. Hypnosis is very sexy gaystory to you, isn't it?"
Without thinking, I answered. "Goodnight story, Gracie." Out of gaystory the corner of my eye I saw Meg's body gay sag and realized gay my mistake just in time to catch her gaystory and gaystory ease her down onto the mat.
"About half an gay hour ago," I answered sheepishly. "In the car on the way here."
I grinned and woke gay Meg while Pam gaystory asked a follow-up question. "So if you don't use it, it wears off after a while?"
"That's right gay."
Meg started gaystory out with a standard progressive relaxation induction gaystory. Starting gay at my toes, she told me to relax each body gaystory part online in turn, working her way up through the legs, stomach, chest, arms, neck, etc. I tried my best to follow her gay instructions, but something wasn't right. Beyond the basic stillness and a general gay feeling of laziness, I wasn't getting story anywhere. Meg tried gay harder, making her gay voice deep and smooth story and gay sexy, but it didn't seem to help.
She gay kept on going, but I was gay too preoccupied to gay keep processing the words. My mind was awhirl gay trying to juggle all those different memories, awarenesses and thoughts - which, I would realize later, was the whole gaystory point. I kept trying gay my best to remain aware of all of those gay things while Meg gay spoke. Finally I gave up, dropped every thought except one: how gay good gaystory it felt to gay relax, just relax and think of nothing whatsoever ...
My eyes story jerked open again , but it took me a second or two to before I could comprehend what was gay happening. "Wow," I started to gay say, but then I heard Meg's voice and felt myself dropping gay into the gay darkness again.
Finally I woke to the distinct gay sounds of Meg having a really gay big orgasm gay. Her head gay was thrown back and gay her chest heaved gay as she grunted her way through it. I could feel the contractions in her groin and for a few moments gay I completely forgot that we were in the middle of a class. Meg recovered enough online to look down at me, and her eyes gay captured mine. I thought she was about story to gay put gaystory me gay to sleep again story, but instead she gave me gaystory a gaystory different command: "Come for me." That sent me over the edge into spasms of my own. Meg stayed with me, riding me as I bucked underneath gaystory her, milking me for story all I had. When it was over I let myself gay sink into the mat, spent. I saw gay Meg give me one of gay her mischievous little smiles as she said online the magic words again and sent me off into oblivion.
All I gay could do was laugh. "Have we gay been kicked out of class yet?"
I story checked gaystory with Meg gay and she didn't gay object - "It's a little late to get modest now" was her reasoning - so I took the floor and explained what had happened. I told them a short version of the Tuesday gaystory afternoon story, emphasizing the suggestions I had made over the phone and the accidental delay. Then I related the gay idea I'd had in the car, and the gay suggestions I'd gay given Meg during the trip gay.
"It wasn't supposed to turn gaystory out gay like it did," I explained, silently gay begging Meg to forgive my latest hypnotic story screw gaystory-up. "I had no idea the suggestion would be that strong." Then, to Meg , I added, "I'm sorry, honey."
Meg nodded thoughtfully. I'm in gaystory trouble gay, I gay thought to myself.
That maddening gaystory, naughty gaystory grin swept over her face one more time. "I thought you'd never ask," she said gay. "Would you gay like gay a virtual blowjob?"
"Incidentally, I've got a few gay stops to make on the way..."
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