I read the sex entry sexspy again. "I suppose spy so," I granted, "It doesn't really say much."
"I want to thank you all for coming tonight," she began, that silky sex voice jpeg grabbing our spy collective attention easily. "I'm your instructor for this course. To my patients and colleagues, I am Dr. Sherman; in here, though, I like to sex keep things casual and friendly, so please just call me spy Carol."
A quick glance around the sex room showed everyone sex nodding, their eyes focused sex directly on Carol. My cock stirred a sex little sex as a small part of my mind jpeg connected Carol with sexual pleasure.
Carol paused a jpeg minute to let it all sink in. "Now listen to this very carefully," she continued. "The hypnotic suggestions we use in spy this class will be limited to things sex that have proven safe and sexspy effective for our sex purpose. They sex will involve creating and controlling sex desire, causing or sex enhancing physical sensations, and spy overcoming inhibitions. I'm sexspy sure sex you are all aware sex that sexspy hypnosis sex is spy also used medically to help people lose weight, stop smoking sex, and things like that. That's called hypnotherapy sexspy, and it takes years sex of sex practice to become proficient at it jpeg. We will not be conducting therapy in this class sex."
"As we go along, I want you to be sexspy aware of your breathing and each breath you take. Each time that you exhale, let your neck relax, let your shoulders drop, let your hips and thighs spy go loose. It will feel wonderfully good."
A pattern of colors began to swirl sex before my eyes, and I felt myself floating down into sex the middle of whatever it sex was . It turned out to be a hammock, stretched between two trees, waiting to be occupied. I jpeg was in a small sex woodland, with grass under my feet and enough trees to provide pleasant shade. There sex was a small stream nearby; the bubbling sound of the water running by made the place sexspy all sexspy the more sexspy peaceful sex. I climbed into the hammock and sexspy lay back, swaying slowly sexspy in the sex warm breeze. I sex watched the tree limbs as I rocked back and forth, the sex sounds of the water still in my ears, feeling safe jpeg and comfortable sex.
I looked at the clock on my computer sex screen: 4:18. A full hour, and then a sexspy little jpeg, had gone sex by while I was zoned out. Too embarrassed sex to come up with a clever reply, I just thanked Shirley sexspy, put sexspy everything sexspy away, and went sex home sex.
I told Meg about what I'd done over dinner, expecting her to share a laugh with me over sex getting caught by Shirley. She surprised me sexspy by saying that she'd done the same thing.
"I don sexspy't think so," she answered thoughtfully. "I jpeg mean, we sex were all awake sex when she told us that she wanted us to practice going under when we sexspy get the sex chance sex. I didn sex't sex feel as though I had to do it jpeg, just that it sexspy would be interesting to try."
"Same here," I agreed sexspy, and let the matter drop sex. We could always ask spy Carol about it at the next class.
Meg's car was sex in the garage as usual sex when I sex got home, but sex the house sexspy seemed sexspy quiet. I was still in a pretty foul mood , so rather than sexspy go looking for Meg right away sex I slipped upstairs to the sex bedroom sex. Changing out of my office clothes does wonders for my attitude on a bad day.
Meg's arms were sex at her sides, her feet tilted outwards. I could sexspy see her eyes flickering around under her closed lids and see the slow sex movement of her chest sex as she breathed. She was wearing her white silk robe, closed but not sex fastened, and nothing else. She smelled spy faintly of soap and moisturizer sex, suggesting that she'd had a shower when she sex got home.
The next time I applied just a sex little jpeg bit more pressure sex and lingered over the nipple, squeezing very slightly, letting sexspy the silk move a little more under my hand. The spy gap in sexspy the robe sex widened of course as sex I moved the material around sex; after a few sex minutes I just had to peel it aside the rest of the way. My hand brushed down her bare skin one time sex as I leaned jpeg forward. My tongue contacted sex her exposed nipple as jpeg my hand came to rest on her mound, fingers reaching down to her slit. I felt her breath in suddenly and her jpeg legs starting to move, and my eyes darted up to sex her face. Her eyes were opening, but she still looked dazed.
Apparently sex we sex weren sex't spy the only ones keen to learn more: when we reached the dojo sex it was a good twenty minutes before the class was supposed to start, yet everyone but Carol sex was already sex there.
"I have jpeg one." Tamika, a twenty-something black woman in burgundy sexspy fleece, spoke up. Her head was cocked to one side and her eyebrows sex rose high on her forehead as she sex looked at Carol. "What exactly did sex you do to us last time?"
"Can you do that anytime you want?" I didn't see sex who asked; it was one of the men.
"Until I tell her to wake up ... or until my arms sex give out and I drop her on the floor." We laughed nervously at his joke. Carol sexspy was sex a good sex four inches taller than Jim, and strongly built; I wondered how long he could hold her up.
Meg had already sexspy made herself at sex home. She sexspy had herself stretched sexspy out lengthwise on one mat, with another acting as a pillow under her head sex and sex a third propping up her feet. Her hands were folded together on top of her midriff, and her eyes were fixed on me sex expectantly sex. "Ready when you are," she said.
Something touched spy my elbow; I turned my sex head and saw Carol kneeling behind me. "You're doing great," she said softly. "Your pacing is smooth and sex steady, which is good. Can you see how well it's working?"
That was the end of the jpeg standard script. Meg's breathing had slowed so much I could barely tell when she inhaled. I watched her for a few moments - she's so beautiful when she's asleep - then thumbed through the booklet to find the staircase deepener.
"I think so." I told him what I had in sex mind; he made a few suggestions, which I gladly accepted, and told sex me to proceed sex.
"Okay, gentlemen." Carol was sex back at the front of the room, speaking more quietly than usual but addressing us all sex. "Now that you have your suggestions implanted, it's time to exercise them. In a few sexspy moments, I'm sex going to sex have you wake your partner sexspy up. Some of these sex ladies are pretty deep, so it may take a few sex seconds for them to come out jpeg of it. That's okay. As soon as they seem awake to you, I want you to say the trigger phrase. She should go back down pretty easily; if not, then tell her sex to sex relax sex, let go, feel spy herself sexspy slipping back into sexspy hypnosis even deeper than before. That sex will probably do the trick; even after waking, people tend to stay very suggestible for spy a while. Once spy she is back down sex, I want you to reinforce the trigger suggestion, then wake her up again. Keep doing that until I tell you sex to stop. Every time you take her back down, keep telling her sexspy that she is going deeper jpeg than before sex. Questions? ... Then go ahead, wake sex her up sex."
"Start giving her a little sex more time between triggers," Carol told me. "And keep reinforcing the suggestions and the deepening. You'll notice that it starts taking her longer to wake up as she goes sex deeper. Just lengthen the spy awake time by sex a few seconds each cycle and you'll have her well conditioned."
She sex certainly looked relaxed sex. Then Jim snapped his sex fingers and Carol stood up spy straight again, the playback sex apparently over jpeg.
Carol cleared sexspy her throat before continuing. "And finally, the one I suspect you've all been wondering about." She sex stepped back against the wall sex again and nodded to sex Jim.
"Yes, Virginia," he said, "you can use hypnosis to induce an sex orgasm."
The effect on Carol was sexspy electrifying: her thighs closed down tight and her arms pressed folded closely together under her breasts. She began to pant loudly, then progressed into moaning through a slack jaw. All of a sudden she threw her head back and cried out something unintelligible. She rocked back and forth a few sex times, then fell to her knees with a heavy, happy sigh.
I looked at Meg. "Any preferences?"
"Meg," I said softly, "I want you to think back to last sex Monday afternoon, when sex you were practicing your trance and sexspy I brought you to orgasm spy. Did you enjoy that experience?"
"Oh, yes sex," she breathed.
It didn't take Meg long to realize what was happening. Her eyes came open for a second, just as they had on Monday. "You bastard," she murmured, and then programming took over; her eyes closed down with a contented sigh.
Meg hugged me tightly. "We sex can still do it again at home sex, right sex?" she whispered sex hotly sexspy into my ear.
Circumstances conspire now and again to frustrate us. So it was that weekend. Meg was sexspy on spy call and sex ended up working both days because the MRI tech sex who was supposed to be on duty quit sex suddenly. I found out Saturday sex night that some clueless VP at sexspy our firm had graciously agreed to let sex a client push up a deadline sex by three sex weeks, which pretty much killed my schedule too.
"Almost. Why?"
I sexspy could imagine the sly smile coming over her face. "Oh really sexspy? Anything sexspy you'd like to share?"
"Sure thing."
I took a quick peek around to see who sex was within earshot. Greg was out sex at an appointment; Barbara was on the phone herself sex and looked pretty absorbed. A clicking noise told me Meg had switched to speakerphone.
"Okay ... now what?" Her voice sounded hollow jpeg and distant thanks to the speakerphone.
"Saturday morning," she answered sleepily.
"Excellent. I am going to count to three now. When you hear sex me reach the count of three, you will turn off the jpeg speakerphone, resume sitting on the sex edge of the bed, and spy awaken. Your conscious mind will not remember this call at all, but your sexspy subconscious will sex remember spy and follow all of my instructions. One ... two ... three."
As often sexspy happens in these cases, a few questions led to jpeg a sex few follow-up questions sexspy, which led to several sex other people jpeg joining the call sex. By sex the time sex we had sexspy everyone convinced that the jpeg new drawings really did depict spy what the client had asked for, an hour had gone by. The second Marty sex hung up sex the phone I bolted jpeg for sexspy the door and didn't look back. Still, by the time sexspy I sex got home it had been over 90 minutes since I sexspy'd talked to Meg.
I was totally unprepared for what I sexspy found there. Meg lay buck naked on the couch sexspy, her knees sex drawn up, one hand at her crotch sex with three sex fingers buried in her slit. Her other hand jpeg was working at a breast, squeezing furiously sexspy. I must have made a sex noise, because her eyes wrenched open and fixed on me. "There you sex are!" she exclaimed.
Dropping to sex her knees, Meg yanked my sexspy briefs down and squatted a little sex, putting her sexspy face at the same level as my cock sexspy. One hand reached up behind sex it and cupped my balls while the other worked to spread my legs apart some. She started kissing the sides of my shaft while her finger traced up and sex down the back of my scrotum, stroking that sexspy highly sexspy sensitive line leading backward . I sex moaned helplessly as my brain turned to mush and sex my cock felt like it grew jpeg another two inches.
"You bet I am," she replied sexspy. "Tonight it's my sexspy turn sex to have fun."
"I understand, honey," I said truthfully. "Last week when you were responding sexspy to the 'anticlimax' trigger, I jpeg was a sexspy little bit jealous of how sex easily you were able to just let yourself sex go. That's something I want to experience first hand."
I looked over at Meg. She sex was sitting in the passenger seat quietly, looking out the side window. "Goodnight Gracie," I said.
"Yes sex, it is," she answered distantly .
Inwardly, I grinned.
"Good question sexspy. The answer, as in so many cases when jpeg you're sex dealing with the mind, is that it depends on the individual. Post hypnotic suggestions have a lot in common with classical spy conditioning sex, in that sex the learned responses have to be reinforced periodically sex or sexspy they will be forgotten . Exactly how long that takes depends on how strongly the suggestion was reinforced, and how willing the subject is to respond. For example ..." she looked sex over sex at me. "Patrick, what was sexspy the trigger phrase you used sex last week to put Meg in trance?"
"About half an sex hour ago sexspy," I sexspy answered sheepishly sex. "In the car on the way here."
"That's right."
"So how often do you have sex to practice to keep that from sex happening?"
"It's not working," Meg complained.
I opened my eyes to spy answer. "Something isn't quite sexspy right, but I don't know what sexspy. I'm trying to focus, trying to make myself relax, but I only get so sex far and sex can't seem to keep going."
"As for sex you, Patrick, I suspect sex you're jpeg thinking too much sex. I'm catching some eye movements that look as though you sex are trying to evaluate how well you are doing. Are you?"
"Wake up."
Finally I sex woke to the distinct sounds of Meg having a really sexspy big orgasm sex. Her head was thrown back and her chest heaved as she grunted her way sex through it sexspy. I could feel the jpeg contractions in her sex groin and for a few moments I completely forgot that we were sexspy in the middle of a class. Meg recovered enough to look down at me, and her eyes captured jpeg mine. I thought she was about to put me to sleep again sex, but sex instead she gave sexspy me sex a different command: "Come for me." That sent me over the edge into spasms sex of my own. Meg stayed sexspy with me, riding me as I bucked sex underneath spy her, milking me for all I had. When it was over I let myself sink into the mat, spent. I saw Meg give jpeg me one of her mischievous little smiles as she said sex the magic words again and sent me sexspy off into oblivion.
All I sex could do was sex laugh. "Have we been kicked out of class yet?"
"Probably. Assuming sex there isn't a physical problem that would prevent it, the sex male erection sex is a simple sex matter of blood flow, which is certainly sex something sex the subconscious mind can control. But you still have to watch your language - don't just tell him to 'get sexspy hard', he might sexspy just stand there and clench all of his muscles. Tell him that he will feel sex highly aroused and develop a stiff, firm erection. "
"Incidentally sex, I've got sex a few stops to make on sex the way..."
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