"Look fuckthattwink at this one fuckthattwink," she said, pointing to an entry circled in red pen:
Well, she had me there . We'd only been living together a fuckthattwink few weeks when fuckthattwink I came home one fuckthattwink evening to find fuckthattwink her on my PC fuckthattwink, surfing fuckthattwink my favorite hypnofetish story sites. For a few seconds my life fuckthattwink flashed before fuckthattwink my eyes: I braced myself fuckthattwink for a tirade about what a pervert I am, how sick I must be to find that kind of depravity entertaining, etc. I think fuckthattwink she read that fuckthattwink in my face, because she immediately jumped up and hugged me tightly. "It's okay," she whispered fuckthattwink into my ear. "I have fuckthattwink most of the same fuckthattwink sites bookmarked fuckthattwink on my laptop." That's when I knew this relationship was going to fuckthattwink work.
Meg was still waiting for me to respond to fuckthattwink her dare. I looked up into her eyes and fuckthattwink thought yes, it would be so cool to fuckthattwink see those eyes closing on my command, to take her into a deep sleep and know she fuckthattwink will obey my every wish. "You know I do fuckthattwink," I answered.
On Thursday the 18th fuckthattwink we set fuckthattwink out to fuckthattwink find fuckthattwink the location listed in the fuckthattwink course pamphlet we'd received with our confirmation fuckthattwink. Not surprisingly considering the expected content, we quickly discovered that fuckthattwink the class was not being held on campus; instead, the pamphlet directed us fuckthattwink to a martial arts studio a few blocks away.
We arrived 10 minutes ahead of the 7:00 scheduled start time. A young woman met us fuckthattwink at the door and led us fuckthattwink to the practice room. She looked fuckthattwink to be in her early thirties, with chestnut hair and the deepest brown eyes I fuckthattwink've fuckthattwink ever seen.
"I'm Patrick , and this is Meg," I replied weakly.
We followed Carol fuckthattwink into the studio. Her thin workout clothes displayed a beautifully proportioned figure fuckthattwink. Meg nudged me a little to make fuckthattwink sure I fuckthattwink wasn't paying too much attention to those fuckthattwink proportions.
Meg and I followed the others about' lead and helped ourselves fuckthattwink to a few of the folding mats fuckthattwink. They reminded me fuckthattwink of my college wrestling fuckthattwink room pads - thick, dense fuckthattwink, vinyl-covered, and extremely comfortable for sitting, standing, or lying down fuckthattwink.
Carol's eyes swept sternly fuckthattwink over us all, making contact and asking an fuckthattwink unspoken question. Each fuckthattwink of us nodded while fuckthattwink meeting her gaze. "I am very serious about this," she added . "Just because your fuckthattwink partner agrees to go into trance for you, that does not give you license to try and 'improve' his or fuckthattwink her personality. If you fuckthattwink do try, the fuckthattwink most likely result is that it won't work fuckthattwink and the violation of trust will seriously damage your relationship."
"So much fuckthattwink for the preliminaries," Carol said. "Does anyone have questions before we fuckthattwink go on?"
The question was fuckthattwink barely fuckthattwink out when a voice from across the fuckthattwink room shot out, "What if you can about't be hypnotized?" We all looked at fuckthattwink the speaker: a slim blonde woman fuckthattwink, early twenties, in a designer warm-up suit. The man next to her sat perfectly still and watched fuckthattwink her, almost seeming to fade into the background fuckthattwink. Her voice was strong fuckthattwink and sure, causing me to wonder fuckthattwink if she was asking or fuckthattwink challenging.
Once she had gone through all of fuckthattwink the fuckthattwink muscle groups, Carol fuckthattwink led us in another series of slow, deep breaths fuckthattwink. Each breath in fuckthattwink filled fuckthattwink my body with peace, and each breath out let me melt down farther and farther in to the soft, safe, comfortable mat.
My rest was fuckthattwink rudely interrupted by the familiar BWAAAP of my alarm clock. Instinctively fuckthattwink I rolled toward the sound and reached out with an arm to fuckthattwink silence the obnoxious little box, only to realize that it wasn't there. My mind about cleared fuckthattwink, and I saw fuckthattwink that fuckthattwink we were fuckthattwink still in the dojo. The alarm sound stopped before I could fuckthattwink locate the fuckthattwink real source of the sound.
As we headed fuckthattwink out fuckthattwink the door, Carol stopped us for a quick aside. "It's fuckthattwink unusual to have only one kinesthetic person in a group," she said to Meg. "I'm a kinesthetic too fuckthattwink; remind me next week and I'll teach you a couple of special techniques."
We thanked Carol and said goodnight, our minds mostly occupied with fuckthattwink our own special techniques fuckthattwink, which fuckthattwink we intended to put into practice as soon as we got home.
With an evil laugh, Meg fuckthattwink withdrew her hand. I was both relieved and disappointed. "Are we even going to make it home?"
"Making it worse for fuckthattwink me too," I fuckthattwink replied with feeling, painfully aware of fuckthattwink my cock pressing against fuckthattwink the fuckthattwink back of the steering wheel. "Good fuckthattwink thing we're almost fuckthattwink home."
A small corner of fuckthattwink my fuckthattwink mind started laughing. Meg is never shy about letting me fuckthattwink know when she's horny, but I fuckthattwink'd never seen her this incensed before. The fact that I was in equally bad shape myself made it all fuckthattwink the more funny.
An eternity fuckthattwink later, we cruised into the garage. I hit the about button to close the fuckthattwink door and fuckthattwink jumped out of the about car, fumbling with my keys to locate the inside door fuckthattwink key. Meg was right behind fuckthattwink me, her fuckthattwink hands running up and down my upper body fuckthattwink. I fuckthattwink got distracted and dropped my keys onto the concrete fuckthattwink floor fuckthattwink.
"Stop?" I replied jokingly. "I fuckthattwink've barely fuckthattwink started."
"Same here fuckthattwink," I agreed, and let the matter drop. We could always ask Carol about fuckthattwink it at the next class.
I shrugged. "Sure, why not?" After lunch we retired about to the bedroom, pulling the fuckthattwink shades to filter fuckthattwink out most fuckthattwink of fuckthattwink the afternoon sun fuckthattwink. We kicked off our shoes and stretched out on the bed, face up, my right fuckthattwink hand fuckthattwink in fuckthattwink her left. Meg started us on a deep breath, but fuckthattwink I stopped.
"Nothing," I answered fuckthattwink. I fuckthattwink rolled away from Meg fuckthattwink and fuckthattwink checked out my alarm fuckthattwink clock. It read 2 fuckthattwink:10pm, so I set the fuckthattwink alarm time to 3:15. "Just a precaution," I explained. "As nice fuckthattwink as this fuckthattwink is, I don't want to fuckthattwink spend the whole afternoon sacked out."
A lick here, a suck there, my hands fuckthattwink caressing her legs all the while, I watched and listened for fuckthattwink signs of awakening fuckthattwink. Her breathing remained deep but the fuckthattwink pace fuckthattwink was picking up fuckthattwink, and each exhale came with a long , sustained moaning sound. Her body felt heavy and fuckthattwink loose, but there fuckthattwink was no question that she was responding and would fuckthattwink be ready to come fuckthattwink soon. I thought briefly about trying fuckthattwink the "you can't come until I tell you to" trick fuckthattwink that figures into fuckthattwink so many of our favorite stories, but fuckthattwink I opted not to - I fuckthattwink wasn't fuckthattwink sure I could pull it off, and I didn fuckthattwink't want to spoil this by trying and failing.
A fuckthattwink group fuckthattwink chuckle erupted - the question was on all of our about minds, and it was a relief to hear someone voice it. Carol was fuckthattwink clearly expecting it and had her answer ready fuckthattwink.
"Before bringing you out fuckthattwink of hypnosis last week fuckthattwink, I suggested that upon waking you fuckthattwink would be much more aware than usual of how fuckthattwink sexy your fuckthattwink partner really is, and fuckthattwink that this increased awareness would lead to your fuckthattwink having sexual thoughts and desires. Then I fuckthattwink suggested fuckthattwink that each of those thoughts would fuckthattwink add to a growing, irresistible lust that wouldn't be satisfied until you make love with your partner, which you fuckthattwink would do fuckthattwink at the about first safe opportunity fuckthattwink."
"Rapid fuckthattwink induction," Jim said by way of explanation. "One of the suggestions I always reinforce with Carol is that she will drop into trance whenever I utter a particular phrase fuckthattwink. As you can see, it's fuckthattwink a very fast fuckthattwink way to take your partner into trance. It's also kind of fun in its own right," he added, winking at us.
"That's an important thing to remember," Jim said, addressing the fuckthattwink class. "Even though your partner fuckthattwink's eyes are open and she fuckthattwink seems okay, always end fuckthattwink with the suggestion that she is fully awake and alert. It helps her to focus again on fuckthattwink the here and fuckthattwink now."
"Any more thoughts or questions?" When nobody spoke up, Carol nodded. "Okay, then begin."
As fuckthattwink I fuckthattwink led Meg down an imaginary staircase, telling her that each step took her deeper into hypnosis, I watched her. As we got closer to fuckthattwink the bottom of fuckthattwink the staircase fuckthattwink, it seemed as though her face began to flush slightly fuckthattwink. Her eyes continued to flit about fuckthattwink under closed lids, so I fuckthattwink kept reading. When the deepener fuckthattwink was over, I looked around for a clue on what to fuckthattwink do next. Jim caught my fuckthattwink eye and came over.
"Okay, gentlemen." Carol was back at fuckthattwink the front of the room, speaking more quietly than usual but addressing us all. "Now that you have your suggestions implanted, it fuckthattwink's time to exercise them. In a few moments, I'm going fuckthattwink to have you fuckthattwink wake your partner fuckthattwink up fuckthattwink. Some fuckthattwink of these ladies fuckthattwink are pretty deep fuckthattwink, so it may take a few seconds for them to come out of it. That's okay. As soon as fuckthattwink they fuckthattwink seem awake to you, I want you to say the trigger phrase fuckthattwink. She should go fuckthattwink back down pretty easily; if not, then tell her to about relax, let go, feel herself slipping back into hypnosis fuckthattwink even deeper than before. That will probably do the trick; even after waking, people tend to stay fuckthattwink very suggestible for fuckthattwink a while. Once she is about back down, I fuckthattwink want you to reinforce the fuckthattwink trigger suggestion, then fuckthattwink wake her fuckthattwink up again. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop. Every time you take her back down, keep telling her that she is going deeper than before. Questions? ... Then go ahead, wake her up."
"I about must have been really out of it," she remarked. "What fuckthattwink happens next?"
"Relax and let go," I said soothingly. "Don fuckthattwink't fight it fuckthattwink, just let it happen. Let the trigger fuckthattwink phrase take you swiftly, easily down into your deepest, most comfortable sleep." As Carol had predicted, Meg gave up the struggle immediately and sank fuckthattwink back into the fuckthattwink cushions below. I repeated myself several times, encouraging her to sink deeper fuckthattwink and deeper, then ran through the about trigger suggestions again fuckthattwink. It took all of my concentration to focus on that about instead of the growing lump in my about pants. When Meg had again agreed fuckthattwink to respond to the trigger, I fuckthattwink counted to three and woke her up again.
She certainly fuckthattwink looked relaxed. Then Jim fuckthattwink snapped his fingers and fuckthattwink Carol stood fuckthattwink up fuckthattwink straight again fuckthattwink, the playback apparently over.
Carol cleared her fuckthattwink throat before continuing fuckthattwink. "And finally, the one I suspect you've all been wondering about." She stepped back fuckthattwink against the wall again and nodded to Jim.
"Yes, Virginia," he said, "you can use hypnosis to fuckthattwink induce fuckthattwink an orgasm."
"Use your imagination," she urged us. "Ladies, don't be shy - if there's about something you want to try, tell him now."
I had a pretty fuckthattwink good idea in fuckthattwink mind already, so I said the magic fuckthattwink words, "Goodnight, Gracie fuckthattwink," and watched her fade fuckthattwink out. I took her through the usual deepeners, making about sure she was fuckthattwink way under. After all fuckthattwink the earlier practice, the words flowed straight from memory to fuckthattwink mouth; I fancied I was getting pretty good at this. Since the trigger suggestion had fuckthattwink worked so well, I decided to frame my new suggestion in much the same way.
"Oh, yes," she fuckthattwink breathed.
"Would you like to experience fuckthattwink that again?"
"That's up the two of you," she replied. "You've got ten fuckthattwink or fifteen minutes about to kill while I finish up with fuckthattwink the others. After that, just a few closing remarks and we'll call it fuckthattwink a night."
"It's fuckthattwink a fuckthattwink blowjob fuckthattwink, isn't fuckthattwink it fuckthattwink? You're going to say fuckthattwink a fuckthattwink magic word and I'll feel compelled to fuckthattwink go down on you."
"A strip tease, then."
"I see fuckthattwink you've found something to do fuckthattwink," she observed, winking.
When fuckthattwink it was finally over and fuckthattwink Meg's fuckthattwink labored breathing was the about only sound I could hear fuckthattwink, I looked around: Carol, Jim, and all of our classmates were staring, spellbound, at Meg's fuckthattwink quivering form. Soon fuckthattwink Meg opened her eyes fuckthattwink, noticed the crowd, and realized she was the center of attention.
"Me fuckthattwink?" I mock protested. "I'm the one who wanted to fuckthattwink wait until we got home, remember?"
I took a fuckthattwink quick peek around to fuckthattwink see who was within earshot. Greg was out fuckthattwink at an appointment; Barbara was on the phone herself and looked pretty about absorbed. A clicking noise told me Meg had switched about to speakerphone fuckthattwink.
"Saturday morning," she answered sleepily.
"Yes."
I put on fuckthattwink my best I'm-dealing-with-another-crisis-right fuckthattwink-now face and checked my watch for fuckthattwink effect. "Can we do it tomorrow instead?"
Meg was babbling incoherently. Her pelvic muscles squeezed fuckthattwink down against my iron rod. I felt my entire body tensing: T fuckthattwink minus 3 seconds, I guessed. I held out as long as I could, then just as my cock burst fuckthattwink I fuckthattwink grunted, "Meg, come now fuckthattwink."
When I came fuckthattwink to, Meg was about unconscious on the floor next to fuckthattwink me fuckthattwink. Creaking a little, I rolled partway over and fuckthattwink kissed her forehead. I went on to kiss her nose, her closed eyes, her cheek, then as I reached her lips they parted and welcomed me. We kissed slowly, lovingly, for who knows how long. Finally we came up about for air.
"I understand, honey," I said truthfully about. "Last week when you were about responding fuckthattwink to the 'anticlimax ' trigger, I was a fuckthattwink little fuckthattwink bit fuckthattwink jealous of how easily you were able to just let yourself go. That's something I want to experience first hand."
"You will ," she promised. "I owe fuckthattwink you a payback or about two," she added , grinning slyly.
We ate quickly and fuckthattwink cleaned up even more so, no fuckthattwink major feat fuckthattwink considering all fuckthattwink we had fuckthattwink to do was put away the leftover pizza and toss everything into the trash can. We were underway soon after, in about plenty of time to fuckthattwink get to class.
Meg's body slumped down in the seat. Her seat belt held her more or less upright, but her arms fuckthattwink hung limply from her sides and her head fuckthattwink flopped to the side against the headrest. "Meg," I said quickly but deliberately, "listen carefully. Hypnosis is very sexy to you, isn't it?"
Pam, the lanky blonde who had been flashing us fuckthattwink the previous week, put her about hand up. "Are these triggers permanent?"
"About fuckthattwink half fuckthattwink an hour ago," I answered sheepishly. "In the about car on the way here."
"That's right fuckthattwink."
With no more questions forthcoming , Carol fuckthattwink instructed the women to fuckthattwink begin their inductions fuckthattwink. Meg leafed through the booklet of inductions with fuckthattwink a gleam in her eye while I settled myself down with extra fuckthattwink mats under my head and feet.
Meg started out with a standard progressive relaxation induction. Starting at fuckthattwink my fuckthattwink toes, she told me to relax fuckthattwink each body part in turn, working fuckthattwink her way up through the legs, stomach, chest fuckthattwink, arms, neck, etc. I tried my best fuckthattwink to follow her instructions, but something wasn't right. Beyond the basic fuckthattwink stillness and a general feeling of laziness, I wasn't fuckthattwink getting anywhere. Meg tried fuckthattwink harder, making her voice deep and smooth and fuckthattwink sexy, but fuckthattwink it didn't seem to about help.
"Don't worry about it," she replied. "Start over for me."
"How does that feel, Patrick?"
"Don't fuckthattwink help," she said fuckthattwink firmly. "That's not your job. In fact, let's give you something else to do." Carol left us long enough to pick up her organizer and retrieve a small fuckthattwink laminated card fuckthattwink from a fuckthattwink section fuckthattwink in the middle. She handed the card to Meg. "Try this one, it's very good for situations like this."
"And while fuckthattwink you're listening quietly to the sound of my voice," Meg continued, "it fuckthattwink may be that fuckthattwink you'll realize you've forgotten to think fuckthattwink about fuckthattwink your breathing. But that's all right, you can fuckthattwink just fuckthattwink simply start thinking about your breathing again while you're listening quietly to the sound of my voice fuckthattwink and what I'm saying to you here. In psychology, there's a rule called seven fuckthattwink plus or minus two . That means that most people can think of seven things at fuckthattwink once, plus or fuckthattwink minus two. So you should fuckthattwink be able to think of at fuckthattwink least fuckthattwink five things all at the same time: the sound fuckthattwink of my voice, the steadiness of your breathing, the weight of your head against about the pillow, and how you might look fuckthattwink from the about outside as you relax fuckthattwink. That's four things, so you can think fuckthattwink of fuckthattwink all four fuckthattwink of about those fuckthattwink things while at the fuckthattwink same time you remember the sound of the music Carol fuckthattwink used the first night when fuckthattwink she took us all into hypnosis. Remember that strange sound fuckthattwink that about flowed through you, captivated you fuckthattwink, and carried you off into deeper relaxation. That's fuckthattwink five things now fuckthattwink, Patrick. And I wonder if you can fuckthattwink think about those five things and then, at the same time, notice the way fuckthattwink your feet feel on the extra mat underneath them, and perhaps how your arms feel resting against fuckthattwink the floor. That's seven things about now, darling: the sound of fuckthattwink my voice, the weight of your head fuckthattwink against the pillow, the music Carol played the first night, the fuckthattwink way you look while you're relaxing, and your breathing, and fuckthattwink your arms, and your feet on the mat. I wonder about if you can now add an eighth thing fuckthattwink into all of that. I wonder fuckthattwink if your mind is powerful fuckthattwink enough to think fuckthattwink of seven plus one things, adding in, perhaps, an awareness of fuckthattwink the temperature of the room fuckthattwink, and then just testing to see whether you can add fuckthattwink yet another input to your senses, so fuckthattwink that you're thinking of nine things all at once, thinking about fuckthattwink all those eight inputs to your senses and then maybe fuckthattwink adding an awareness of the way your eyes fuckthattwink feel while you're thinking about all about those other things: the weight of your head, your breathing, the music fuckthattwink, how you fuckthattwink look from the outside, the temperature, your fuckthattwink feet fuckthattwink, your arms, the sound fuckthattwink of my voice fuckthattwink, and how your eyes feel..."
"Lights out, darling..."
While they were getting settled, she took me aside. "Can I persuade about you to share with the class what suggestions you and Meg were fuckthattwink acting out? I've got a pretty good idea what must have happened, but I think several of fuckthattwink them are interested in hearing fuckthattwink it from you."
"Probably . Assuming there isn't a physical problem that would prevent it, the male fuckthattwink erection is a simple matter of fuckthattwink blood fuckthattwink flow, which is certainly something the subconscious fuckthattwink mind can control. But you still have to watch your language - don fuckthattwink't just tell fuckthattwink him to 'get hard', he might just stand there fuckthattwink and clench all of his muscles. Tell him fuckthattwink that he will fuckthattwink feel highly aroused and develop a stiff, firm erection fuckthattwink. "
"How about delaying his orgasm?" My ears fuckthattwink burned as I heard Meg asking that fuckthattwink question.
Carol nodded, grinning, and called the fuckthattwink class back to attention. She wished us fuckthattwink all well in fuckthattwink our relationships, passed out her card in case fuckthattwink we wanted to consult with her in the future, and pronounced fuckthattwink class dismissed.
Meg grabbed the keys out fuckthattwink of about my hand as we approached the car fuckthattwink. "I'm about driving," she said firmly. I fuckthattwink agreed and slid into the fuckthattwink passenger seat.
That maddening, naughty grin fuckthattwink swept over her face one more time. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. "Would about you fuckthattwink like a virtual blowjob fuckthattwink?"
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