 I read the entry again. "I suppose so story," I granted, "It doesn't really say gay much."
 I handed man the booklet back to her gay man story with a shrug. She gay man story whacked me playfully over the head with it and story gave me gay an exaggerated scowl gay man story. "Don't play innocent with me, Patrick," she scolded. "You gay spend as much gay time on the hypnoerotic story sites as I do, if not more. I dare you to look me in gay the eye and say you gay haven't fantasized about learning to hypnotize me."
 Well, she had me there. We pictures'd only pictures been living together a few weeks when I gay came home one evening to find her on my PC, surfing my favorite hypnofetish story sites. For story a few seconds gaystory my gay life flashed before my eyes: I braced myself for a gaystory tirade about what a pervert I story am story, how sick I must gay be to find that gay kind of depravity entertaining, etc. I think she read that in my face, because gaystory she immediately jumped up and hugged gay me tightly. "It's okay," she gay whispered into my ear. "I have most of the gaystory same sites bookmarked on my gay man story laptop gay." That's when I knew this relationship was going story to work.
 Meg was still waiting for me to respond to her gay dare. I looked up into her eyes and gay thought yes gay, it would be so cool to see those eyes closing on my story command, to take her story into a deep sleep and gay know she will obey my every gaystory wish. "You know I gay do," I answered.
 "Maybe you'd gaystory better take Friday off too," she added, reaching down to open my zipper.
 "Hi. I'm Carol." Her voice was gay rich and gay sensual, and her hand gay as it touched mine sent a small gay shock through my system.
 "I'm Patrick, and gay this is gay Meg," I replied weakly.
 Carol flashed us man a thousand-watt smile. "It's great to meet you," she said. "The others gay are already here gaystory. Come on back and get comfortable."
 Meg and I followed the others' lead and helped ourselves to a few of the gaystory folding mats. They reminded me of my college wrestling room pads - thick gay, dense, vinyl-covered, and extremely comfortable for gay sitting, standing, or gay lying down.
 Carol paused a minute to let it gaystory all sink in. "Now listen to this story very man carefully," she continued. "The hypnotic suggestions we gay man story use in this class will be limited to things that have proven safe and effective for our purpose. They will involve creating and controlling gay desire, causing or enhancing physical sensations, and overcoming inhibitions. I'm sure you are all aware that gaystory hypnosis is also used medically to help people lose weight gay, stop smoking, and things like that. That's called hypnotherapy, and it takes years of gaystory practice to become proficient at it. We will not gay be conducting therapy in this class."
 Carol's eyes swept sternly over us all, making contact and asking an unspoken question. Each gaystory of us gay nodded while meeting her gaze. "I story am very serious about this," she gay added. "Just because your partner agrees gay to go into trance for you, that does not give story you gay license to try story and 'improve' his or her personality. If gay you do gay man story try story, the story most likely result is that it story won't work and the violation of trust will seriously gaystory damage your pictures relationship."
 I took a gay man story quick look around the gay room and story saw several people looking relieved. The idea had never occurred to me, but apparently it had to them; I guess gay that proves I'm on the wrong side of 35.
 With the story buzz of a half-dozen whispered conversations in gay the air, Carol stepped over to gay a small side table and pressed gay a button on the boom box that rested there. From the box came a strange sound: light gay man story, airy, yet very soothing story, it wasn gay't really music but story it wasn't just a simple tone either. We all fell silent almost immediately, feeling the story odd series gay of notes flowing around and through us. Carol gay gave us a few moments to adjust gay to the change, then turned to address the class gay.
 My rest man was rudely gay interrupted by gay man story the familiar BWAAAP gay of my alarm clock story. Instinctively I rolled toward the gay sound gay man story and reached out with gaystory an arm to silence the obnoxious little box, only to realize gay that it wasn't there. My mind cleared, and I saw that we were gay still in the dojo pictures. The pictures alarm gay sound stopped before I could locate the real source of the sound gay.
 A small corner pictures of my mind started laughing. Meg is never shy about letting me know when she's horny, but I'd never seen her this incensed before. The fact that I was in equally bad shape myself gay man story made story it all the more funny.
 In moments I felt gaystory my gay pants fall to the floor, followed immediately by my briefs. Not to be gaystory outdone, I lifted Meg's sports top gay enough to gay expose her breasts and caressed them gaystory, noticing with pleasure that her nipples felt gay as gaystory hard as gay my cock. Meg dropped to her knees, pulling herself out of my hands, and gay brought her gay tongue gay to bear against the sides of my shaft. She licked me slowly gay, sensuously, up one side and down gay the other, tracing gay rings around gay the gaystory head with the tip of her tongue man. One of her hands reached around me and started stroking my balls. We gaystory were both breathing in heavy gasps.
 "Yes." she gasped as I buried my cock between her legs. "Oh, this is perfect. Don't you dare stop."
 While I was up, I grabbed gay one of the high-backed chairs from the team man room and dragged it back to my cube gay. From the progress on my gay computer screen, I gay figured I gay had about twenty minutes to kill.
 "Another of Carol's gay demonstrations?" I speculated.
 "Did the clock go story off?"
 "It doesn story't seem as gay though we needed it," she observed.
 Meg's arms were at her sides, her feet tilted pictures outwards. I could see her eyes flickering around under her closed lids and see the slow movement of her gay man story chest as she gay breathed. She was wearing her gay white silk robe story, closed but not fastened, and nothing else. She gaystory smelled faintly of soap gay man story and moisturizer, suggesting that she'd had a shower when she gay got home story.
 "Relax, Meg," I said, trying my gay best to imitate Carol gay's smooth delivery. "There's no need to gay wake up gay man story yet. You're about gay to story have a wonderful, erotic dream. Just gay close your eyes and let it happen, let gaystory the dream take your mind to gay new depths gay of peace and relaxation story even as gaystory you feel your body becoming aroused."
 A gay lick gay here, a suck there gaystory, my hands caressing her legs gay all the gay while, I watched pictures and listened gay for signs of awakening. Her breathing remained deep but the pace was picking up, and each exhale came with a long, sustained story moaning gaystory sound. Her body felt heavy and loose gaystory, but there was no question that she was responding and would be gay ready to come soon. I thought briefly about gay trying gay the "you can't come until I tell you man to" trick that figures into so many of our favorite stories gaystory, but I opted not to - I wasn't gay sure I could pull it off, and I didn't want to spoil this by trying and failing.
 Meg and I gay man story had our mats arranged to our liking and were just settling in when Carol arrived. Her welcoming smile beamed at us so brightly that it took me a gaystory few seconds to realize she wasn gaystory't gay man story alone. Behind her was a man gay of average height, slightly balding, with a neatly trimmed beard and wire-frame glasses. His navy blue warm-up gay suit gaystory hung gay loosely on his gay thin frame. He busied himself setting up gaystory the boom box gay man story while Carol made a few notes in man her organizer.
 Meg broke the silence with story a question of her own. "Did gay you make any other gay man story suggestions while we were out? About practicing every day or anything like that?"
 Carol looked over at gay Jim with a slight nod and he joined her at the front of story the room. We watched as man he stepped behind Carol and put his arms around her, holding gay her firmly just below the breasts. She pushed her long hair to one story side story out of his face gay. He craned his neck forward enough to gay kiss her lightly on the cheek, then whispered gay something into her ear.
 "Pretty much. Carol and I have been doing this with each gay other gay man story for a gaystory very story long time gay, so we're both gay pretty strongly gay man story conditioned; we respond without even gay thinking about it."
 Carol gay's eyes snapped open. Her face looked blank man for a second or gay two, but gaystory then she blinked a few times and seemed gay to reorient herself. "You're wide gaystory awake now pictures, fully alert," Jim said, but he kept a firm grip on her gay until she cleared gay man story her throat and agreed gaystory with him.
 "As you're lying there concentrating on your man breathing," I told gay her gay man story, "I want you to imagine a very strange idea. I wonder if you pictures can imagine gay man story that you gaystory can actually breathe through pictures your gay fingertips. Just gay imagine that rather strange gaystory idea, that you gay can gay actually breathe in gaystory through your gaystory fingertips gay." I gay gave gay her a pictures few seconds to think about that before going on. "Imagine that you can gay feel the air moving in through your gaystory hands, slowly at man first, with gay perhaps just a gay faint tingling sensation as it flows past your palms. And now just imagine that feeling moving slowly up your arms, through your elbows, up gay to the shoulders. Feeling man that comforting flow gay man story of air moving through both arms, both elbows gay, both shoulders."
 I looked gay back gay at Meg's face. Her jaw gay looked slack and her lips were story parted slightly. "She looks story pretty out story of it to me. But how do I know she didn't just nod off?"
 Her whole mouth gay moved this time: "Yes, please."
 "You can, Meg. You story can return to this gay state any time you wish gay. In fact, whenever I say the phrase 'Goodnight, Gracie' you will immediately close your eyes and relax, letting yourself man slide gay so easily, so deeply back gay into hypnosis. Every time gay I say 'Goodnight, Gracie gay' you will find it story easier and easier to just let gay go. Every time I say 'Goodnight gaystory, Gracie' you will go deeper into hypnosis gaystory than the time story before. You man won't have to think about it, you will simply let go and trust me to take care of you. Will you do that, Meg? Will you let me gaystory take gay you gay back into deep, wonderful hypnosis by saying 'Goodnight, Gracie' to you?"
 The wait wasn't too long, only about ten story minutes. Meg never stirred gay; in gay fact, the only gay man story way I could tell she was still breathing was by man putting a gay hand just over her face. I story wondered how gay much of this she would remember later gaystory. I wondered how much I would remember when it was my turn gay, and felt my cock grow another inch in response.
 "Yes."
 "I can't wait." We pressed each other tightly in a hot, passionate kiss that gaystory promised more at gay the evening's end.
 On the word 'this', Carol closed her eyes and leaned back story against the pictures wall. Her arms dropped loosely to gay her sides and she sighed contentedly gay. "For gaystory our last anniversary, Jim gave me gay a full day at Elizabeth Arden," she explained gay. "It was wonderful. Right now I'm re gay-experiencing the full body massage."
 "The subconscious can control almost any gay bodily function," Jim explained while Carol recovered, "even those that we think of as involuntary. Before you get grandiose ideas, though, let me tell you right off that gay it takes a gay man story very experienced subject to be able to orgasm on command. Don't even try it until gay you are both doing gay well pictures with the simpler suggestions."
 "Yes, please."
 "Nope gay."
 "Body memory," I explained. "We gay tried a little independent study activity gaystory a few days ago."
 Meg's physical gay man story responses matched what I remembered from Monday, sound gay for sound. Her moaning grew louder and faster as she pictures became more and more gay aroused. I gay man story watched alternating between fascination and gay a strange story kind of gay envy -part of me wished that I were the one draped across the floor wallowing in sexual bliss gay. I gay had a feeling we were beginning to story attract attention, but other than a gay quick gaystory peek in Carol gaystory's direction I didn't dare check to gay see who gay man story else might be looking. The crescendo continued to build just as gay I remembered it until Meg went over the edge gay into an orgasm that, from gay the story looks of her, was every man bit as powerful as the original.
 Meg hugged me tightly. "We can gay man story still do story it again at home, right?" she whispered hotly into my gay ear.
 "Any man time you gay want."
 "I'm having evil thoughts."
 "First things first," I gay replied. "Put me pictures on speakerphone, then lie down on gay the bed."
 "Okay ... now what?" Her gay voice sounded hollow and distant thanks to gay the speakerphone.
 "Meg," I said story in what gaystory I was beginning to gay call my hypnotist's voice, "when was the last time we made love?"
 "Very good. As story your desire gay builds, you may find that you gaystory want to do things to pictures please yourself. You gaystory may do anything you like in that way as long as story you don't leave the pictures house gaystory. The energy, the passion, will continue to build within you gay right up to the point of orgasm gaystory, but you will gay not have an orgasm until I tell you to. Is that also clear?"
 "I like gay the gaystory way gaystory you think," she responded. "In fact, I know a way we can work up a nice story, healthy appetite first."
 I could gay hear the lust in her voice already; this was going gay to be fun. "I'm sure you do. See you soon, love gay."
 "Ah, he likes that," she remarked between kisses. "Let's see gay how he likes this." Her tongue reached gay out and gaystory slowly, sensuously traveled up and down gaystory the underside of my shaft. My legs got weak; I grabbed onto gay man story the bookcase pictures for support. Meg chuckled again as her free hand traveled up and around my thigh gay, then spread out over most gaystory of gaystory my buttock and gay squeezed pictures. My body told story me I was about 20 seconds away from one gay hell of an orgasm, less if I didn't get that tongue off my shaft story.
 By Thursday afternoon Meg was thoroughly keyed gay up gay. The pizza delivery guy was right gay on my heels, and I was gay amused to see that Meg had gaystory already gay set the table with disposable plates and cups. "Quick gay, easy cleanup gaystory," she explained gay.
 "You bet gay I am," she replied gay. "Tonight it's my turn to have fun."
 I wasn't quite gaystory sure what to gaystory make of that. I thought I'd story been pretty careful about making sure Meg story enjoyed our encounters. True, I had really left her hanging on Tuesday story afternoon, but that had been an accident. I gay'd confessed to the whole thing story over dinner that night; Meg was pretty annoyed at first gay, but in the end she said gay man story that all was forgiven. Was it really?
 Meg thought a little more before continuing. "But, so far it's been one-sided. I want to know what it's like to put you under my spell and pictures watch your body obey my commands."
 Meg's body slumped down gay in gaystory the seat. Her seat belt gaystory held her more or less upright, but her gaystory arms hung limply from her sides and her head flopped story to the side against the headrest. "Meg," I said quickly but deliberately gay, "listen carefully. Hypnosis is very sexy to you, isn't it gay man story?"
 Without thinking gaystory, I answered. "Goodnight, Gracie gaystory." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Meg's body gay man story sag and realized my mistake just in time to catch gay man story her and ease her down onto the mat.
 "A couple gay." I felt the blood creeping into my cheeks as I thought about Tuesday afternoon again.
 "So how often do you have to practice to keep that gay from happening gaystory?"
 Carol shrugged. "Again, it depends. For most people, a couple of times a week is a good idea for a new gaystory trigger. Once it gaystory's been well gaystory established gay, you can probably ease off a little without gay losing much gay effectiveness - say, down to once a week, and then maybe twice a month. Everyone is different, circumstances change, so there's no hard and gaystory fast rule. Trial and error gay will gaystory tell you what works for you.
 "But don't let yourselves get hung up on that," she continued. "Very few of the triggers pictures you use pictures will be gay things you want to keep long gaystory term. Your rapid induction trigger, and perhaps one or two favorite tricks that you both enjoy, would be all that you really want gay to hold gaystory onto. Use your gay imagination to come up with new things rather than repeating the same old suggestions. Make love without man hypnosis as well - variety is still gay the gay man story spice of life."
 "How does that feel, Patrick man?"
 "Don't help," she said gay firmly. "That's not gaystory your job. In pictures fact gaystory, let's give you something gay else to gay do pictures." Carol left gaystory us long enough story to pick up her organizer and retrieve a story small laminated card from a section in gay the middle gay man story. She handed the card to Meg story. "Try this one, it's very good for situations like this."
 "Wake up."
 My eyes jerked gay open again, but it took gay me a second or two to before I could comprehend what was happening. "Wow," I started to say gaystory, but then I heard Meg's voice and felt story myself dropping into the darkness again.
 "Lights out, darling..."
 "Probably. Assuming there isn't a physical gay problem that would prevent it, the male erection story is a story simple story matter of blood flow, which gay is certainly gay something the subconscious mind can control. But you still gay have gaystory to watch your language - don gay't story just gay man story tell him to 'get hard gay', he might just stand there gay and man clench story all of his muscles. Tell him gay that he will feel highly gay aroused and develop gay a stiff gay, firm erection. "
 Tamika gay had story her man lying on his gaystory back and gay was rubbing his story smooth, bald head with her hands. He was reacting gay man story as if story she was actually stroking his gaystory cock - his hips were gyrating up and down, and I could see the bulge like a man tent pole pushing gay against the front gay of his sweat pants. Pam's companion had a gay man story hand inside his shorts and story was clearly pumping himself while gay she watched gay, a satisfied look on her face. The other two guys were also sporting major wood, it seemed.
 Carol nodded, grinning, and called the class gay back to gay attention. She wished us all well in gay our gay man story relationships, passed out her card in case we wanted to consult with her in the future, and pronounced gay class dismissed.
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