I read the entry gay again love. "I suppose so," I gaylove granted, "It doesn't really say much."
"Increased pleasure and intimacy through gay hypnosis," she quoted in reply. "Couples only. How much more does it need to say?"
Meg one love and I followed the others gay' lead and helped ourselves to a one love few of gay the gaylove folding mats. They reminded me of my college gaylove wrestling room pads - thick, dense, vinyl-covered, and extremely comfortable for sitting, standing gaylove, or lying down.
While Meg and I were getting join situated, Carol stood apart from the group and made a few notes join in a personal organizer. Nodding to herself, she closed the book and tucked it gaylove into one love a gay slim portfolio case. "Everyone's here now," she announced, "We can get started."
"I want to thank you all for coming tonight," she began, that gaylove silky voice grabbing our collective attention easily. "I'm your instructor for this course. To gay my patients and colleagues, I am Dr. Sherman; in here gaylove, though, I gay like to gaylove keep gay things love casual gay and friendly, so please just call me Carol."
Carol's voice grew smoother, softer, more seductive as she began to talk us into trance. "Everyone take a nice, deep breath now. Hold it ... hold one love it join ... and love now exhale, completely, slowly, and gay let yourself sink into the mats. Very good gaylove, everyone gay. Now breathe in again, deeply and gaylove slowly gaylove. Hold it. And one exhale, slowly, completely, feeling yourself join sinking a little further into gay the mats." She had us do this several times, each time exhorting us to relax and let the mats support us.
I gay had a pretty decent gaylove buzz going already, thanks to the music and the soothing tones of Carol's voice. My body was heavy and limp, but I could feel the wrestling gay mat underneath me supporting me, making it possible to let every muscle go. My mind wandered for a second, then I realized Carol was speaking again.
My rest was rudely interrupted by join the familiar one BWAAAP gay of my love alarm clock. Instinctively I rolled gay toward the sound and reached out with an arm to gaylove silence the obnoxious little gay box, only to one love realize that it wasn't there. My mind one love cleared, and one love I one love saw that we were still in the dojo. The alarm gaylove sound stopped before I could locate one love the real source one love of the sound gay.
The drive home was gaylove interesting, to say the least gay. As I drove, my eyes kept wandering over to gay Meg in the seat next to me. I saw the gay outlines of her nipples pressing against the sports top, and her tulip shorts had spread open when she sat down in the car seat, showing me gay lots and lots of lean, sexy gay upper leg. Somehow gay I managed gay to tear my eyes one away enough to gay watch the road join.
"It was one ... interesting gaylove," I gay said. "I wonder what all she told us while we were out of it gay."
"You gaylove mean your flaring nostrils, the love rising color in your cheeks, and the way you one keep looking at gay me while you grope yourself? No, I hardly gaylove noticed at all gay."
My field of vision narrowed gaylove to gay just the road in front of me as I tried to ignore join the exquisite gaylove sensations in my crotch one love. Finally I gulped and found a gaylove couple of words gaylove. "I'm join speechless," I confessed.
"You're not driving," I pointed out. "Go ahead and come if you want to; blow off some steam."
Meg opened join her eyes and checked gay our gaylove position: about 3 blocks from the house. "Hallelujah!" she cried one love. "I knew you had it gay in you ... now hurry up so you can gay get it into me."
Meg gay's legs wrapped gaylove themselves around me, simultaneously squeezing my torso love and pulling me closer to her center. The rising pitch and frequency of her moans told me she was almost there. I clenched gay down hard with my groin gaylove muscle gay, lifting gaylove my cock and putting a one love little extra pressure gaylove on the top of gaylove her canal, and that was all she gay wrote. Meg shrieked again and gaylove again join as the orgasm gay ripped through her body. I was gay so pleased with her gaylove reaction that I barely noticed I was still pumping away. Then gay, with join almost no gaylove warning, my gay balls burst and I came. One spurt after another one came flying gay out like love water from one a fire hydrant gaylove; part of me wondered if I was going to pull a muscle this way. Finally the fury subsided and we collapsed against each other, kissing join and stroking as we fell into post gay-coital bliss. A long time later, we separated. We looked gay at each other one in wonder.
My eyes gaylove opened again almost immediately, or so gay it seemed. I felt wide awake, at ease, rested gay. Meg stirred next to me. "What time is it gay?"
I did a double take gay at the clock before gay answering: "Three fifteen ... can you believe gay it?"
"It doesn gay't seem join as though we needed gay it," she observed.
After the meeting, and a long gay lunch with Gary and Barbara during which we contemplated various methods of torture suitable love for the network administrators, my PC still wasn't up. Barbara had the afternoon off so I tried to get some work done gay using her machine, but one it was like driving someone else's car - the controls are more or less the same, but everything is just different enough to be awkward. By gay three o'clock, with three gaylove techs now huddled over my crippled PC scratching their heads, I'd had enough and headed home in disgust.
I found Meg on love the bed and started to join say something gay, but I stopped short. She gay was so still one love, so gay peaceful looking. Meg is an active love sleeper, rolling around and moving her love arms and gay legs as she dreams; seeing her this quiet was odd. I tiptoed around the bed for a closer look.
As gay delicately as I could, I rose up and climbed onto the bed. I let my one left hand take over on her love breast momentarily while I kissed my one love way south, parting her legs as gay I came to rest between them. I kissed her gay thighs, her one love mound, her lips, and felt her hips start to move up and down. I join lifted my head gay long enough join to see gay that her eyes one love were still closed gay and her face slack gaylove, then dove in love to finish the love job.
A lick here, a suck there, my hands caressing gaylove her legs all the while, I watched and listened for signs of awakening. Her breathing remained deep but the pace gay was picking up, and each exhale came with a long, sustained moaning sound. Her body felt heavy and love loose, but there gay was no gay question that she was responding and would be gay ready to come soon. I gay thought briefly gay about trying the "you can't come love until I tell you gaylove to" trick that gay figures join into so one love many of our favorite stories, but I opted one love not to - I wasn't sure gaylove I gay could gay pull it gaylove off, and I didn't want to spoil this by trying and gay failing.
That week passed very slowly for us. After our little experiment Monday, we were both anxious to continue with gay our education.
Meg and I had our mats arranged to our liking and were just settling in when Carol arrived. Her gaylove welcoming smile beamed at us so love brightly that it took gay me gay a few gay seconds gaylove to realize gaylove she wasn't alone. Behind one love her was a man of average height, slightly balding gaylove, with a neatly trimmed beard join and gaylove wire love-frame glasses. His navy blue warm-up suit hung loosely on one love his thin frame. He busied himself setting up gay the gay boom box while Carol made a gaylove few notes in her organizer.
"Good evening," Carol began, setting the organizer down. "It's good to see everyone here bright and early. Has it been an interesting week for you all?" She made eye contact with each of us in turn love, and without one love fail each of us met her gay gaze with a sheepish grin. "Excellent. Before we get started, I gay'd love like you gay all to meet my husband gay, Jim." She indicated one love the man who had followed her in.
Carol gaylove's eyes snapped open. Her face looked gay blank for a second or two, but then she blinked a few times and gay seemed to reorient herself. "You're wide awake now, fully alert gaylove," Jim said one love, but he kept a gaylove firm grip on her gay until she cleared her throat and agreed with him.
There was a general buzz gaylove as the one couples leafed through the booklet and talked among themselves. Carol gaylove came over to gay us while Meg and I were still looking at the titles gay. "Would you love like a recommendation?" she offered.
I looked back gaylove at Meg's face. Her jaw looked slack and her lips were one love parted gay slightly. "She looks pretty one out of gay it to gay me. But how gaylove do I know she didn one love't just gaylove nod love off?"
As I led Meg down an imaginary staircase, telling her that each step took her one love deeper into hypnosis, I watched her. As we got closer to the bottom of the staircase gay, it seemed as though one her face one love began to flush slightly. Her eyes continued to flit about love under closed lids one love, so I kept gaylove reading gay. When one love the deepener was over gay, I gaylove looked around gaylove for a clue on what to one love do next. Jim caught my eye and gay came over.
"I think so." I told him what I had in mind gay; he made a few suggestions, which I gladly one love accepted, and told me to proceed.
Jim nodded approvingly from his position at Meg's feet, then went on to another couple. I sat back and watched Meg some more, waiting for the gay next step. The realization of what gay I had done - actually gaylove induced gay a deep hypnotic trance one, on purpose - started to sink in. Despite gay all gay the hypnofetish stories I'd read, I wasn gay't really gay prepared for gaylove the power rush that came from realizing I could actually do this. The possibilities were staggering ... not to mention arousing.
"Okay, gentlemen." Carol was back at the front of the room, speaking more gay quietly love than usual but addressing one love us all. "Now that you have your suggestions implanted, it gay's time gay to exercise them. In a few moments, I'm going gaylove to have you wake your gay partner up gay. Some of these ladies are pretty deep gay, so it may take a few seconds for them to come out of it gay. That's okay. As soon as one they seem awake to you, I want you to say the trigger phrase join. She gay should gaylove go back down one love pretty easily; if gaylove not gay, then tell her to relax, let go, feel herself slipping back into hypnosis gay even deeper gaylove than before. That will probably do the trick; even after waking one love, people tend to love stay very suggestible for gay a join while. Once she is back down, I want you gay to reinforce the one love trigger suggestion, then wake her up again one. Keep doing that until I gaylove tell you gaylove to stop. Every time you take gay her back down, keep telling her gay that she is going deeper gay than before. Questions? ... Then go gaylove ahead, wake her up."
Here goes, I thought to myself gaylove, and turned back to address Meg. "Time to wake up, Meg. I gay'm love going to count gay to three, and when I reach three your eyes will gaylove open and you will join be love fully awake. One ... two ... three."
Meg's eyes gaylove opened very gaylove slowly gay, taking love several seconds to finally focus. "That was ... interesting," she remarked as she gay met my gaze. She gaylove started to rise up join.
"I must have been really out of one love it," she remarked. "What happens next?"
"Huh?" She was struggling to love keep her eyes open.
She came to more one quickly this time. "Hey," she started gay, "What did you d-"
"Don't ask me," she retorted, "I can't seem to get up off my back."
"Good." Looking back to me, Carol added, "Go ahead."
"Her subconscious causes her to react as if I'd touched her gay somewhere much more intimate," Jim concluded one love for her, still lightly stroking her arm. "You can also use suggestion to gay make the touch more or less sensitive. For instance, I suggested that a touch love on her elbow would be twice as gay erotic as anywhere gaylove else on the arm gay." With that, he tweaked love the point of her join elbow between his fingers.
"Yes gaylove, Virginia," he said, "you can use hypnosis love to induce an orgasm."
"In fact," Jim added, "this would gaylove be a good time to admit love that I cheated with that gay last demonstration. Carol and I have experimented before with gay a purely physical orgasm, and frankly the results have been underwhelming. So to make the demonstration a little more dramatic, I added some body memory elements to love the suggestion: I told her that the next time I said one love the word 'orgasm', she would actually experience all gaylove the physical sensations that accompanied her last love orgasm. The use of body memory gay along with the autonomic control gives a better result than just one love saying gaylove, 'You will gay have gay an orgasm gay.'"
"That's up the two of you," she replied. "You've got ten or fifteen minutes to kill while I finish up with the others. After that, just a few closing remarks and we'll call it a night gay."
I was feeling playful. "Don't you remember? I didn't tell you not to."
"That looks gay like fun gay," Meg remarked, but I didn't bite.
The other couples were finishing up soon gay, too. One gay woman giggled and squeezed her legs together every time her gay mate said a trigger word gaylove. Another seemed unable to take her eyes off her husband's crotch. The most gay surprising moment gay for me came when a willowy blonde - I think her name was Pam - stood up, turned to face gay the whole class gaylove, and lifted her top. She stood there gay, bare breasts exposed, for a good five gaylove-count before covering up love and sitting back down. Her join stunned expression told us that she hadn't planned on doing that; her one love erect nipples when she did gaylove it again a few seconds later told us she was getting quite a charge out gay of it.
Meg's physical responses matched what gay I gaylove remembered from Monday, sound for sound. Her moaning grew louder and faster as she became more and more aroused. I gay watched alternating between fascination and a strange kind of envy -part of me wished that gay I were the one draped across the floor wallowing gay in gaylove sexual bliss. I had a gay feeling we were beginning to attract gay attention, but other one than a quick peek gay in Carol's direction gaylove I didn one love't dare check to see who gay else might gay be looking. The gay crescendo gay continued to build just as I remembered it until Meg went over the edge gay into an gaylove orgasm gay that, from gaylove the looks of her, was every bit as powerful as the gaylove original.
"Any time you want."
By Tuesday afternoon gaylove I was sufficiently caught up that I could seriously entertain the idea of gaylove going home join a little early. I was tired love and burned out, and I hadn't seen Meg gay much one love since Friday. It was 3:20, so I dialed Meg join's cell phone.
"Sure thing."
"Are you love laying down?"
"No, I'm gaylove sitting on the edge." She chuckled softly, then in a sexy voice love she added, "Do you want to know what I'm wearing?"
"A very long love time," I agreed. "So long, in fact, that it's difficult to imagine going much gaylove longer gay. You're gay a healthy young gay woman with an active gay libido, Meg. It isn gay't natural for you to be deprived of sexual pleasure for so long. In gay fact, even gay now you can feel the gay craving for one love sex beginning to color your thoughts. Your body gay wants its pleasure, and gay it will not be denied. With every passing minute, your sexual desire increases. It will not be satisfied until you have made gay love with me and we join have gay both had an orgasm. Do you understand gay, Meg?"
"Very good gaylove. As your desire builds, you may find gay that you want one to do join things to please yourself. You may gay do anything you gaylove like in gay that way as long as you don't gay leave the house. The gaylove energy, the passion, will continue to build within you right up one love to the point of orgasm, but you will not gay have join an orgasm until I tell one love you gaylove to. Is that also clear?"
"Yes."
Henderson was the client who gay'd screwed up my weekend. My heart sank. "When?"
I opened the door slowly, not gay sure what gay to expect. From the living room I heard grunting and moaning, loud and insistent. I locked the door and headed that way.
"I'm sorry," I began, but got no farther. Meg bounded up off the couch and body-checked me into the bookcase behind me. She pressed her one love sweating gay, heaving body against me, put her hands on either side of my gaylove face, and kissed gaylove me harder than I've ever been kissed before. For gay a gay split second I flashed gaylove back gaylove to an old horror movie and imagined Meg was some gay kind love of demon gay trying to gay suck love the soul out of me. I decided I gay deserved at gay least that.
"A gay little eager, are we gay?" I teased gay.
I wasn't quite sure what love to make of that. I thought I'd been pretty careful about making one love sure Meg gay enjoyed our encounters. True, I had gaylove really gaylove left her hanging on Tuesday gay afternoon, but that had been an accident. I'd confessed to the whole thing over dinner that night gay; Meg one was one love pretty annoyed at first, but in the end she gay said that all was forgiven. Was it really?
"You will," she gay promised. "I owe gaylove you a payback or two," she added, grinning slyly gaylove.
Part of me gaylove kept thinking about Tuesday. She'd used the word 'payback' at dinner; I wondered if gay she had a one love big-time tease in mind one love, something gay like what I had accidentally done to gay her. The gay idea was one actually a little arousing, but then in a flash I had an gaylove interesting idea of my own - sort gay of a love preemptive strike.
"Good. At the count of three you will gay awaken. Your conscious mind will not gaylove remember anything about this conversation, or even that you were in trance gay at all tonight, but your subconscious will remember and gay you will gaylove react accordingly. One ... two gay ... three." I kept love my eyes fixed on the road, but in my peripheral vision I saw gay Meg gay's head jerk as she awoke, then settle back into its original position. "You okay gay?" I asked gaylove.
I grinned gaylove and woke gaylove Meg while Pam asked gay a follow gay-up question. "So love if you gay don't use love it, it wears off after a while?"
With no more questions one love forthcoming love, Carol instructed the women to begin their inductions gay. Meg leafed through the booklet of inductions with a gleam in gay her eye while I settled myself down with extra mats under my head and feet.
I opened join my eyes to answer. "Something isn't quite right, but I love don't know what. I'm trying to focus, trying to make myself relax, but I only get so far and can't gay seem to keep one going."
"And while you're listening gay quietly to the sound of my voice," Meg continued gay, "it may be gay that you'll realize you've love forgotten to think about your breathing gaylove. But that's all right, you can just simply start gay thinking about your breathing again while you're listening quietly to the sound of gay my love voice and join what I'm saying to you here. In gay psychology, there gay's a gay rule called seven plus or minus two. That means that most people can think of seven things at once, plus or minus two. So you should be gay able to gaylove think of at least five things all at the one same time: the sound of my voice, the steadiness of your breathing, the weight of your head against the pillow, and how you might look from gay the outside as you relax gay. That's four things, so one you can one love think of all one four of gaylove those things while at the same time you remember the sound of the gay music Carol used the first gay night when she took us all into hypnosis one love. Remember that strange sound that flowed through you, captivated you, and carried you off into deeper gaylove relaxation. That's five things now gay, Patrick. And I wonder if you one love can one love think about those five things and then, at the same time, notice the way your feet feel on the extra mat underneath them gay, and perhaps love how your arms feel resting against the floor. That's seven things now, darling gay: the sound of my voice gaylove, the weight gay of your head against one the pillow, the music Carol played the first gay night join, the way you look while you're relaxing, and your breathing, and your arms, and your love feet on the mat. I wonder if you can now add an eighth thing into all of that. I wonder if your mind is powerful enough to think one love of seven plus one things gay, adding in, perhaps, an awareness one love of the temperature of the room gay, and then just testing to see whether you can add yet another input to love your senses, so that you gay're thinking of nine gaylove things all one love at once, thinking about all those eight join inputs one love to your gay senses gaylove and then maybe adding join an awareness of the way your gaylove eyes feel while you're thinking about all those other things: the weight of your head, your breathing, the music, how gay you look from the outside gaylove, the gay temperature, your gay feet, your arms, the sound of my voice, and how gay your eyes feel..."
"Lights out, darling..."
At one least a half gay dozen times love I one love'd find myself gay waking up to the sight and feel one love of Meg riding me hard. I'd start to move, to speak, to do anything, but as soon as Meg saw me she'd say "Lights out, darling" and I'd fall back into nothingness.
While they were getting settled, she took me gaylove aside. "Can I persuade you to share with the class what suggestions you gay and Meg gaylove were gay acting out? I've got a pretty good idea one love what must have happened, but love I think several of them are interested in hearing gay it from you."
All I could do was groan loudly as gay another wave of incredible, almost love painful sensations washed over me. "Please gay." I begged.
Meg put a real hand on my leg, then slipped it over and gay gave me join a quick stroke across my bulging cock gay. "Relax, darling," she said gay. "You'll be well taken care of as soon as we get join home.
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