Learn to experience increased chicabonbon pleasure and intimacy through mutual hypnosis. Includes discussion of induction techniques, formulating effective suggestions chicabonbon, and a practical demonstration. Couples only. Instructor: Carol Sherman, CCHT. 3 sessions.
"Increased pleasure and intimacy through hypnosis," she quoted in reply chicabonbon. "Couples only . How much more does it need to say?"
On chicabonbon Thursday the 18th we set chicabonbon out to find the location listed in the course pamphlet we'd received with our confirmation. Not surprisingly considering the expected content, we quickly chicabonbon discovered that the chicabonbon class chicabonbon was not being held on chicabonbon campus chicabonbon; instead, the chicabonbon pamphlet directed us to a martial arts studio a few blocks away.
"Hi. I'm chicabonbon Carol." Her voice was rich and sensual, and chicabonbon her hand as it touched mine sent a small shock through my system.
Carol flashed us a thousand-watt chicabonbon smile chicabonbon. "It's great chicabonbon to meet you chicabonbon," she said. "The others are already here. Come chicabonbon on back and get comfortable."
I chicabonbon felt myself nodding automatically as she continued.
Carol turned to face the speaker. "You're Ellen, right?"
"Yes."
"It's not really a question of putting someone under," she explained patiently. "Going into hypnosis is a process chicabonbon that happens entirely within a person's own mind. I can't make you or anyone else enter a hypnotic state. What I can do, what I chicabonbon will do, is teach you how to enter that state chicabonbon yourself or in response chicabonbon to a chicabonbon suggestion from your partner. If you want chicabonbon that to happen, Ellen, it will happen chicabonbon; if you don't, it won't. The outcome is always what chicabonbon you want it to be."
There was some shuffling around as we adjusted ourselves into position. The ceiling chicabonbon, I noticed, had a number of colorful chicabonbon dots on chicabonbon it. "Choose a spot on the ceiling," Carol's voice chicabonbon told us, "and focus on chicabonbon it." There was a dark blue dot near the middle of my field of vision, so chicabonbon I fixed my gaze on chicabonbon it and waited for more instructions.
"As we go along chicabonbon, I want you to be chicabonbon aware of your breathing and each breath you take. Each time that you exhale, let your neck relax, let your shoulders chicabonbon drop, let your hips and chicabonbon thighs go loose. It chicabonbon will feel wonderfully good."
"...I'm going chicabonbon to mention several muscle groups of your chicabonbon body, and as I mention chicabonbon these chicabonbon groups of chicabonbon muscles I chicabonbon want chicabonbon you to focus your attention there, really concentrate, and relax chicabonbon each group of muscles that I mention chicabonbon."
My rest was chicabonbon rudely chicabonbon interrupted by the familiar BWAAAP of my alarm chicabonbon clock. Instinctively chicabonbon I rolled toward the chicabonbon sound chicabonbon and reached out with an arm to chicabonbon silence join the obnoxious little box, only to realize that it wasn't there. My chicabonbon mind chicabonbon cleared, and chicabonbon I saw that we were chicabonbon still in the dojo. The alarm sound stopped before I could locate the real source of the sound.
She was right, I felt as if I'd chicabonbon had a long afternoon nap. I looked chicabonbon over at Meg and took her hand; her face radiated a chicabonbon kind of serenity that echoed my own feelings. A slow, easy chicabonbon look chicabonbon around the dojo told me that the other couples were experiencing the same thing. Well, all of them chicabonbon who were left - the skeptical Ellen and her companion were gone, their join mats returned to the pile at the back of the dojo. "What chicabonbon happened to them?" I asked, pointing toward the chicabonbon empty spot.
Meg and I separated reluctantly, our eyes wandering back to each other's bodies often chicabonbon as we gathered chicabonbon our things and put away the mats join. I did look around enough to notice that chicabonbon we were not the only couple acting chicabonbon this way chicabonbon. The 'small demonstration' was clearly working in a big join way.
As we headed out the chicabonbon door, Carol stopped chicabonbon us for a quick aside join. "It's unusual chicabonbon to have only one kinesthetic person in chicabonbon a group join," she said to chicabonbon Meg chicabonbon. "I'm chicabonbon a kinesthetic too; remind me next week chicabonbon and I'll chicabonbon teach you chicabonbon a couple of special techniques."
The drive chicabonbon home was interesting chicabonbon, to say chicabonbon the least. As I drove, my eyes kept wandering over to Meg in chicabonbon the seat next to me. I saw chicabonbon the outlines of her nipples pressing against chicabonbon the sports chicabonbon top, and her tulip shorts chicabonbon had chicabonbon spread open when she sat down in the car chicabonbon seat, showing me lots and lots of lean, sexy upper leg. Somehow I managed to tear my eyes away enough to chicabonbon watch chicabonbon the road.
"Stop?" I replied jokingly. "I've barely started."
"Wow," I remarked, knowing join even as I said it how inadequate that word was.
I decided that chicabonbon the best way chicabonbon to kill time until I could reasonably go home would be to back up my local data files to chicabonbon the chicabonbon network. Those of us who do design work get the nicest PC's in the place and have chicabonbon enough storage to keep our files locally so we don't hog the network reading and chicabonbon writing our CAD data. In exchange, the network chicabonbon administrator expects us to chicabonbon make chicabonbon backups of our drawing files in a special directory on the network, where they can be chicabonbon written chicabonbon to tape for disaster recovery purposes chicabonbon. Things are never that busy on Friday afternoons, so I chicabonbon figured it was as good a time chicabonbon as any to be a good citizen.
... and waking chicabonbon up suddenly to the feel of a hand on chicabonbon my shoulder chicabonbon. I chicabonbon looked up to see Shirley, our boss's secretary, looking down at me with an amused smile. "Rough night, Pat chicabonbon?"
"Nothing," I answered. I rolled away from Meg and checked out my alarm clock. It read 2:10pm, so I set the alarm time to chicabonbon 3:15. "Just a precaution," I explained. "As nice as this is, I don join't want to spend the whole afternoon sacked out."
Other chicabonbon than the meeting, the day was a total loss. The first chicabonbon tech that came up took one look at the PC, saw it chicabonbon wasn't a standard configuration, and retreated immediately. The second chicabonbon one looked at it a bit longer chicabonbon, asked chicabonbon me what I had changed on the system, and looked chicabonbon unbelieving when I explained what had happened.
Meg's car was in the garage join as usual when I got home, but the house seemed quiet. I was still in a chicabonbon pretty chicabonbon foul mood, so rather than go chicabonbon looking for Meg right away I slipped upstairs to the bedroom. Changing out of my office chicabonbon clothes does wonders for my attitude on a bad day.
I found Meg on the bed and started to say something, but I stopped short. She was chicabonbon so still, so peaceful looking. Meg chicabonbon is an active sleeper, rolling around chicabonbon and moving her arms and legs as she dreams chicabonbon; seeing her chicabonbon this quiet was chicabonbon odd. I tiptoed around the bed for a closer look chicabonbon.
The next time I applied just a chicabonbon little bit more pressure chicabonbon and lingered over the nipple, squeezing very slightly, letting the silk move a little more under my hand. The gap in the robe widened of course as I chicabonbon moved the material around; after a few chicabonbon minutes I just had chicabonbon to peel it aside the rest of the way. My hand brushed chicabonbon down her bare skin one time as I leaned forward. My tongue chicabonbon contacted her exposed nipple as my hand came to rest on her mound, fingers reaching down to her chicabonbon slit. I felt her breath in suddenly chicabonbon and chicabonbon her legs starting to move chicabonbon, and my eyes darted up chicabonbon to her face. Her eyes were opening chicabonbon, but she still looked dazed.
"Honey," I chicabonbon said playfully, "I'm home."
The effect was dramatic: Carol's legs chicabonbon buckled and her arms dropped like stones as her body slumped backward chicabonbon. Her chicabonbon head join pitched chicabonbon to chicabonbon the right chicabonbon and drooped. Only Jim's arms, locked firmly chicabonbon around her ribcage, kept her from crumpling to the floor. I chicabonbon stared wide-eyed at the doctor's limp form, fascinated. Meg's hand chicabonbon found mine and squeezed, but neither of chicabonbon us looked away chicabonbon from chicabonbon the sight in front of us.
"Rapid induction ," Jim said by way of explanation. "One of the suggestions I always chicabonbon reinforce with Carol is that she will drop into trance whenever join I utter a particular phrase. As you chicabonbon can see, it's a very fast chicabonbon way to take your partner into trance. It's also kind of fun chicabonbon in its own right," he added, winking at chicabonbon us.
"Until chicabonbon I tell her to wake up ... or until my arms chicabonbon give out and chicabonbon I drop her on the floor." We laughed nervously at his chicabonbon joke. Carol was a good four chicabonbon inches taller than Jim chicabonbon, and strongly built; I wondered how long he could hold her up.
"That's an important thing to remember," Jim said, addressing the class. "Even though your partner's eyes are open and she chicabonbon seems okay, always chicabonbon end with the suggestion that she chicabonbon is fully awake and alert. It helps her to focus again on the here and now."
Carol chicabonbon came forward, looking fully alert again. "Ready chicabonbon to try it chicabonbon yourselves?" She received a general murmur of assent chicabonbon. "Good. Ladies, lie back and get comfortable. You'll be the chicabonbon subjects tonight. Guys chicabonbon, you are going to help guide your partner into a nice chicabonbon, deep trance state chicabonbon. Jim and chicabonbon I will help you get there. When she's nice and deep, you will suggest a trigger that will put her back into hypnosis quickly. Then join you'll chicabonbon wake her up and practice using the trigger."
I could see Meg's hands twitching a little, her fingers spreading apart chicabonbon just a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As chicabonbon you feel that slight chicabonbon tingle, that comforting flow of air moving through your arms, you may notice that it chicabonbon leaves chicabonbon the muscles in your hands feeling warm and loose chicabonbon, relaxed, lazy. Just imagine chicabonbon that, imagine the air flowing chicabonbon through your hands, relaxing them, bringing join that tingle through your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as chicabonbon it flows through chicabonbon. Breathe chicabonbon deeply and feel the flow as your arms relax so completely." The twitching stopped chicabonbon, and join Meg's chicabonbon arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as chicabonbon she breathed in and chicabonbon out.
Something touched my elbow; I turned my head and saw Carol kneeling behind me. "You're doing great," she said softly. "Your pacing is smooth and steady, which is chicabonbon good. Can you see how well it's working?"
I looked back at Meg's face. Her jaw looked slack and her chicabonbon lips were parted slightly. "She looks pretty out chicabonbon of it to me. But how do I know she didn't just chicabonbon nod off?"
"You find that sensation of total chicabonbon relaxation, as if you are lying on your own bed after a chicabonbon hot chicabonbon shower, sinking gently into the mattress, letting it envelop you chicabonbon, feeling totally calm, totally safe join. With chicabonbon each chicabonbon breath you take, with each word I speak, allowing that chicabonbon feeling of great calmness chicabonbon, comfort, and chicabonbon safety to increase. Feeling that warm, relaxing flow of air continuing to move through your chicabonbon whole body, from your hands, through your arms, down through your body and out through your feet."
"I think chicabonbon so." I told him what I had in mind; he chicabonbon made a few suggestions, which I gladly accepted, and told me chicabonbon to proceed.
"You can, Meg. You can return to this state chicabonbon any time chicabonbon you wish. In fact, whenever I say the chicabonbon phrase 'Goodnight, Gracie' you chicabonbon will immediately close your chicabonbon eyes chicabonbon and chicabonbon relax, letting yourself slide so easily, so deeply back into chicabonbon hypnosis. Every time join I say 'Goodnight chicabonbon, Gracie' you will find it easier and easier to just let go. Every time I say 'Goodnight, Gracie chicabonbon' you will go deeper into hypnosis than the time chicabonbon before. You won't have to think about it, you will chicabonbon simply chicabonbon let go and join trust me to chicabonbon take care of you. Will you do that, Meg? Will you let me take you back into chicabonbon deep, wonderful hypnosis by saying 'Goodnight chicabonbon, Gracie' to you?"
"Yes, I chicabonbon will chicabonbon."
"Very good, Meg. Rest now , darling. Just let yourself drift and relax, rest and sleep, until I say your name again."
The wait wasn't too long, only about ten minutes. Meg never stirred; in fact, the only way I could tell she chicabonbon was still join breathing chicabonbon was by putting a hand just over her face. I wondered how much of chicabonbon this she would remember later. I wondered how much I would remember when it was my turn, and felt my cock grow chicabonbon another inch in response.
She came chicabonbon to more quickly this time. "Hey chicabonbon," she started, "What did you d-"
"Goodnight, Gracie." Meg didn chicabonbon't finish chicabonbon her question; her face blanked as I said the magic phrase and this time she dropped on cue. I chicabonbon gave her the generic deepening suggestions again anyway, just to help things , and went chicabonbon through the sequence with her several more times. After about fifteen minutes of this Meg was dropping like a rock.
"Yes."
"I get it all right," I confessed. "It chicabonbon's chicabonbon pretty hot from my end, too. The power rush I get from watching you zone chicabonbon out on command ... there's chicabonbon no way to describe it. You'll see what I mean."
"Yes!" Carol gasped heavily, the truth of Jim chicabonbon's statement evident in her face. "Yes chicabonbon, it is."
She chicabonbon paused a few moments chicabonbon to regain her composure, then continued the talk. "Another, closely related technique is to invoke what chicabonbon we like to call body memory. Just as chicabonbon your mind can chicabonbon recall facts, sounds chicabonbon, and events chicabonbon, your subconscious can chicabonbon also chicabonbon recall chicabonbon physical sensations chicabonbon."
"A posthypnotic chicabonbon suggestion can cause you to experience those chicabonbon sensations again at a later time and place," Jim chicabonbon added. "Like this."
"That was chicabonbon a relatively modest chicabonbon demonstration of chicabonbon body memory," she said join. "But with practice, you join can make it join work for chicabonbon any memorable physical experience." Her tone of voice made it quite clear that we chicabonbon could take "any" literally chicabonbon.
The effect on join Carol was electrifying: her thighs closed down tight and her arms pressed folded closely together under her breasts. She began to pant loudly, then chicabonbon progressed into moaning through a slack jaw join. All chicabonbon of a sudden chicabonbon she threw her head chicabonbon back and cried out something unintelligible chicabonbon. She rocked back chicabonbon and forth a few times, then fell to her knees with a heavy, happy sigh.
"Also, be very careful chicabonbon in choosing your language. The subconscious takes everything you say literally; it doesn't process slang, euphemisms, sarcasm, or chicabonbon humor the way the chicabonbon conscious mind does. A suggestion chicabonbon like, 'The sound chicabonbon of my voice makes you hot,' might get your partner to take her clothes off, but she won't be chicabonbon feeling very amorous chicabonbon if she's sweating like an join ox and chicabonbon guzzling chicabonbon ice water. Using the clinical chicabonbon terms for your genitals chicabonbon may chicabonbon seem cold and join unsexy now, ladies, but it's better than having chicabonbon your man get an erection whenever he spots your cat."
I chicabonbon looked at Meg. "Any preferences?"
I had a pretty good idea chicabonbon in mind chicabonbon already, so I said chicabonbon the magic words, "Goodnight, Gracie," and watched her fade out. I took chicabonbon her through the usual deepeners, making sure she was way under. After chicabonbon all the chicabonbon earlier practice, the words flowed straight from memory to mouth; I fancied I was getting pretty good at this chicabonbon. Since the chicabonbon trigger chicabonbon suggestion had worked chicabonbon so well, I chicabonbon decided chicabonbon to frame chicabonbon my new suggestion chicabonbon in much the same way.
"Oh, yes," she breathed.
The other couples were finishing up chicabonbon soon, too. One woman giggled chicabonbon and chicabonbon squeezed her chicabonbon legs together every time her mate said a trigger word. Another seemed unable to take her eyes off her husband chicabonbon's crotch. The most surprising moment chicabonbon for chicabonbon me came when a willowy blonde - I think her name was Pam chicabonbon - stood up, turned to face the whole class, and lifted her top. She stood there, bare breasts chicabonbon exposed chicabonbon, for a good five-count before covering up and sitting back down. Her stunned expression told us that she hadn't planned on doing that; her erect nipples when she did it again a chicabonbon few seconds chicabonbon later told us she was getting quite a chicabonbon charge out chicabonbon of it.
"Okay," I replied, feigning reluctance. "After what chicabonbon we just saw, though, I'm afraid this may be a bit of chicabonbon an ... anticlimax."
Carol looked closely at chicabonbon Meg. Was that a gleam of excitement in her chicabonbon eye chicabonbon? Meg's legs had spread, and she was moaning freely as her body reacted to the chicabonbon memory of my lips and tongue. "It appears you chicabonbon've learned well," she allowed.
"Oh chicabonbon, shit!" she groaned, dropping back down to the mat chicabonbon and covering chicabonbon her reddening face with her hands.
"Hey. You almost home?"
"First things first," I replied. "Put me on speakerphone, then chicabonbon lie down on the bed."
"Goodnight Gracie." I listened for some kind of chicabonbon response, but there was none - the trigger must chicabonbon have worked, I join reasoned, or Meg chicabonbon would have come chicabonbon back with some kind of remark. "That's it, darling, relax for me. Slide way, way down into your deepest, sweetest hypnotic trance for me." Without being able to see chicabonbon her I had no way to gauge her depth, so I repeated variations on chicabonbon that deepening theme for a minute or so to be safe. Then I put my 'evil thoughts' into action.
"Meg," I said in chicabonbon what I was beginning to call my hypnotist's voice, "when was chicabonbon the join last chicabonbon time we made love?"
"Yes, it chicabonbon is."
"A very long time," I agreed. "So long, in fact, that chicabonbon it's chicabonbon difficult to imagine chicabonbon going much longer. You're a healthy young chicabonbon woman with an active libido, Meg chicabonbon. It isn't chicabonbon natural chicabonbon for chicabonbon you to be deprived of sexual pleasure for chicabonbon so long. In fact , even now you can feel the craving for chicabonbon sex beginning to color your thoughts. Your chicabonbon body chicabonbon wants its pleasure, and it will chicabonbon not be denied. With every passing chicabonbon minute, your sexual desire increases. It will chicabonbon not be satisfied until you have chicabonbon made love with me and we have chicabonbon both had an orgasm. Do you chicabonbon understand, Meg?"
"I chicabonbon understand."
"Hi again. I'm home ... what's up?"
"There you are." he said. "I've been looking all over chicabonbon for you. I need you on a conference call with Henderson and chicabonbon company."
"Now - Shirley's got 'em on chicabonbon hold for me."
I chicabonbon put on my best chicabonbon I'm -dealing-with-another-crisis-right-now face and checked my watch chicabonbon for effect. "Can we chicabonbon do it tomorrow instead?"
As often happens in these cases, a few questions led to a few follow-up questions, which led to several other people chicabonbon joining the call. By the time we had everyone convinced that the new drawings really did depict what the client had asked for, an hour had gone by. The second Marty chicabonbon hung up the phone I bolted for the door chicabonbon and chicabonbon didn't look back. Still join, by the time I got home chicabonbon it had chicabonbon been over chicabonbon 90 minutes since I'd talked to Meg.
"So," Meg sighed. "Are you hungry yet?"
I wasn't quite chicabonbon sure what to make of that. I thought I'd been pretty careful about making sure Meg enjoyed our encounters. True, I had really left her chicabonbon hanging on Tuesday afternoon, but that had been an accident. I'd confessed to the whole thing over dinner that night; Meg was pretty annoyed chicabonbon at first, but in the end she chicabonbon said that chicabonbon all was forgiven. Was it really ?
"But ..." I prompted, knowing there had to be one coming soon chicabonbon.
I looked join over chicabonbon at Meg. She was sitting in the passenger seat quietly, looking out the side window. "Goodnight Gracie," I said.
"Yes, it is," she answered distantly chicabonbon.
"Good. At the count of three you will awaken. Your conscious mind will not remember anything about this conversation, or even that you were in trance at all tonight chicabonbon, but your subconscious will chicabonbon remember and you chicabonbon will react accordingly. One chicabonbon ... two ... three." I kept chicabonbon my eyes fixed on the road, but in my peripheral vision I saw Meg's head jerk chicabonbon as she awoke, then settle back into its original position. "You okay?" I asked.
Inwardly, I grinned.
"We don't need much in the way of chicabonbon preliminaries chicabonbon this week," Carol began after noting the attendance in her chicabonbon book. "We'll start out pretty much like last week, except in the opposite roles. Men, go ahead and get nice chicabonbon and comfortable and start to relax. Ladies, you will choose an induction and guide him into a nice, deep chicabonbon state of hypnosis. Once you've got chicabonbon the chicabonbon guys nice and deep, we'll go over chicabonbon how to establish a chicabonbon trigger and reinforce it chicabonbon, just like they did with you last week chicabonbon. Any questions from last week before we start?"
Carol chicabonbon grinned. "Were there other times join between last Thursday and chicabonbon tonight that you chicabonbon used the trigger?"
"That's right."
"But chicabonbon don't let yourselves get hung up on that chicabonbon," she continued. "Very chicabonbon few of chicabonbon the triggers you use will be things chicabonbon you want to keep long term. Your rapid induction trigger, and chicabonbon perhaps one or two favorite tricks chicabonbon that you both enjoy, would be all that you really want to hold onto. Use your imagination to come up with new things chicabonbon rather than repeating the same old suggestions. Make love without hypnosis as well - variety is still the spice of life chicabonbon."
"It's not working," Meg complained chicabonbon.
I opened my eyes to chicabonbon answer. "Something isn't quite right, but I don't know what. I'm trying to focus, trying to make myself relax, but I only chicabonbon get chicabonbon so far and can't seem chicabonbon to keep going."
She kept on going, but I chicabonbon was too preoccupied to keep processing chicabonbon the words. My mind was awhirl trying to juggle all those different memories chicabonbon, awarenesses and thoughts - which, I would realize later, was chicabonbon the whole point . I kept trying my best to remain aware of all of those things while Meg spoke chicabonbon. Finally I chicabonbon gave up join, dropped every thought except one: how good chicabonbon it felt to relax chicabonbon, just chicabonbon relax and think of nothing whatsoever ...
"Wake up."
My eyes jerked open again, but it took me a second or two to before I could chicabonbon comprehend what was happening. "Wow chicabonbon," I started to say, but then chicabonbon I heard Meg's voice and felt myself dropping into the chicabonbon darkness again chicabonbon.
"Lights out chicabonbon, darling..."
I checked chicabonbon with Meg and she didn't object - "It's a little late to get modest now" was her reasoning - so I took the floor chicabonbon and explained what had happened. I told them a chicabonbon short join version of the Tuesday chicabonbon afternoon chicabonbon story, emphasizing the suggestions I had made over the phone and the accidental delay. Then I related the idea I'd had in the join car, and the suggestions I'd given Meg during the trip.
"Probably. Assuming there isn't chicabonbon a physical problem that would prevent it, the male erection is chicabonbon a simple matter of blood flow, which is certainly something chicabonbon the subconscious mind can chicabonbon control. But you still have chicabonbon to watch your language - don't just tell him to 'get hard', he chicabonbon might just stand there and clench all of his muscles. Tell him that he will feel highly aroused and chicabonbon develop a stiff, firm erection. "
"How about delaying his orgasm?" My ears burned as I heard Meg asking that question.
"You chicabonbon can do that. If you tell Patrick that he won't be able chicabonbon to have chicabonbon an orgasm until you chicabonbon give him chicabonbon a trigger, that should be highly effective chicabonbon. There may be some reluctance at first, but most men are very willing to accept a suggestion like that, especially once they realize how much more intense their orgasm becomes when it chicabonbon finally happens."
I came to chicabonbon in more or less the same position, lying chicabonbon on my back on join the floor. From the various groans and muted voices around, I could tell chicabonbon that my classmates were trying out their suggestions chicabonbon. I rose up and looked around.
"Glad you like chicabonbon it," she said smugly. "Let me know when you've had enough."
The chicabonbon trip was taking forever. The sensation in my genitals kept getting stronger, taking me further and further into a sexual frenzy, and I was starting to lose the ability chicabonbon to think clearly. "Come on, Meg," I pleaded, "You chicabonbon've gotta chicabonbon stop this. I'm join gonna cum in my pants any second."
"No you won't," she chicabonbon said chicabonbon calmly. "Trust me on chicabonbon that one."
"Incidentally chicabonbon, I've got a few stops to make on the way..."
Learn to experience increased chicabonbon pleasure and intimacy through mutual hypnosis. Includes discussion of induction techniques, formulating effective suggestions chicabonbon, and a practical demonstration. Couples only. Instructor: Carol Sherman, CCHT. 3 sessions.
"It's not really a question of putting someone under," she explained patiently. "Going into hypnosis is a process chicabonbon that happens entirely within a person's own mind. I can't make you or anyone else enter a hypnotic state. What I can do, what I chicabonbon will do, is teach you how to enter that state chicabonbon yourself or in response chicabonbon to a chicabonbon suggestion from your partner. If you want chicabonbon that to happen, Ellen, it will happen chicabonbon; if you don't, it won't. The outcome is always what chicabonbon you want it to be."
There was some shuffling around as we adjusted ourselves into position. The ceiling chicabonbon, I noticed, had a number of colorful chicabonbon dots on chicabonbon it. "Choose a spot on the ceiling," Carol's voice chicabonbon told us, "and focus on chicabonbon it." There was a dark blue dot near the middle of my field of vision, so chicabonbon I fixed my gaze on chicabonbon it and waited for more instructions.
My rest was chicabonbon rudely chicabonbon interrupted by the familiar BWAAAP of my alarm chicabonbon clock. Instinctively chicabonbon I rolled toward the chicabonbon sound chicabonbon and reached out with an arm to chicabonbon silence join the obnoxious little box, only to realize that it wasn't there. My chicabonbon mind chicabonbon cleared, and chicabonbon I saw that we were chicabonbon still in the dojo. The alarm sound stopped before I could locate the real source of the sound.
I decided that chicabonbon the best way chicabonbon to kill time until I could reasonably go home would be to back up my local data files to chicabonbon the chicabonbon network. Those of us who do design work get the nicest PC's in the place and have chicabonbon enough storage to keep our files locally so we don't hog the network reading and chicabonbon writing our CAD data. In exchange, the network chicabonbon administrator expects us to chicabonbon make chicabonbon backups of our drawing files in a special directory on the network, where they can be chicabonbon written chicabonbon to tape for disaster recovery purposes chicabonbon. Things are never that busy on Friday afternoons, so I chicabonbon figured it was as good a time chicabonbon as any to be a good citizen.
"Nothing," I answered. I rolled away from Meg and checked out my alarm clock. It read 2:10pm, so I set the alarm time to chicabonbon 3:15. "Just a precaution," I explained. "As nice as this is, I don join't want to spend the whole afternoon sacked out."
Other chicabonbon than the meeting, the day was a total loss. The first chicabonbon tech that came up took one look at the PC, saw it chicabonbon wasn't a standard configuration, and retreated immediately. The second chicabonbon one looked at it a bit longer chicabonbon, asked chicabonbon me what I had changed on the system, and looked chicabonbon unbelieving when I explained what had happened.
Meg's car was in the garage join as usual when I got home, but the house seemed quiet. I was still in a chicabonbon pretty chicabonbon foul mood, so rather than go chicabonbon looking for Meg right away I slipped upstairs to the bedroom. Changing out of my office chicabonbon clothes does wonders for my attitude on a bad day.
"Honey," I chicabonbon said playfully, "I'm home."
The effect was dramatic: Carol's legs chicabonbon buckled and her arms dropped like stones as her body slumped backward chicabonbon. Her chicabonbon head join pitched chicabonbon to chicabonbon the right chicabonbon and drooped. Only Jim's arms, locked firmly chicabonbon around her ribcage, kept her from crumpling to the floor. I chicabonbon stared wide-eyed at the doctor's limp form, fascinated. Meg's hand chicabonbon found mine and squeezed, but neither of chicabonbon us looked away chicabonbon from chicabonbon the sight in front of us.
"Rapid induction ," Jim said by way of explanation. "One of the suggestions I always chicabonbon reinforce with Carol is that she will drop into trance whenever join I utter a particular phrase. As you chicabonbon can see, it's a very fast chicabonbon way to take your partner into trance. It's also kind of fun chicabonbon in its own right," he added, winking at chicabonbon us.
I could see Meg's hands twitching a little, her fingers spreading apart chicabonbon just a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As chicabonbon you feel that slight chicabonbon tingle, that comforting flow of air moving through your arms, you may notice that it chicabonbon leaves chicabonbon the muscles in your hands feeling warm and loose chicabonbon, relaxed, lazy. Just imagine chicabonbon that, imagine the air flowing chicabonbon through your hands, relaxing them, bringing join that tingle through your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as chicabonbon it flows through chicabonbon. Breathe chicabonbon deeply and feel the flow as your arms relax so completely." The twitching stopped chicabonbon, and join Meg's chicabonbon arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as chicabonbon she breathed in and chicabonbon out.
"You can, Meg. You can return to this state chicabonbon any time chicabonbon you wish. In fact, whenever I say the chicabonbon phrase 'Goodnight, Gracie' you chicabonbon will immediately close your chicabonbon eyes chicabonbon and chicabonbon relax, letting yourself slide so easily, so deeply back into chicabonbon hypnosis. Every time join I say 'Goodnight chicabonbon, Gracie' you will find it easier and easier to just let go. Every time I say 'Goodnight, Gracie chicabonbon' you will go deeper into hypnosis than the time chicabonbon before. You won't have to think about it, you will chicabonbon simply chicabonbon let go and join trust me to chicabonbon take care of you. Will you do that, Meg? Will you let me take you back into chicabonbon deep, wonderful hypnosis by saying 'Goodnight chicabonbon, Gracie' to you?"
The wait wasn't too long, only about ten minutes. Meg never stirred; in fact, the only way I could tell she chicabonbon was still join breathing chicabonbon was by putting a hand just over her face. I wondered how much of chicabonbon this she would remember later. I wondered how much I would remember when it was my turn, and felt my cock grow chicabonbon another inch in response.
"Goodnight, Gracie." Meg didn chicabonbon't finish chicabonbon her question; her face blanked as I said the magic phrase and this time she dropped on cue. I chicabonbon gave her the generic deepening suggestions again anyway, just to help things , and went chicabonbon through the sequence with her several more times. After about fifteen minutes of this Meg was dropping like a rock.
"I get it all right," I confessed. "It chicabonbon's chicabonbon pretty hot from my end, too. The power rush I get from watching you zone chicabonbon out on command ... there's chicabonbon no way to describe it. You'll see what I mean."
"Yes!" Carol gasped heavily, the truth of Jim chicabonbon's statement evident in her face. "Yes chicabonbon, it is."
She chicabonbon paused a few moments chicabonbon to regain her composure, then continued the talk. "Another, closely related technique is to invoke what chicabonbon we like to call body memory. Just as chicabonbon your mind can chicabonbon recall facts, sounds chicabonbon, and events chicabonbon, your subconscious can chicabonbon also chicabonbon recall chicabonbon physical sensations chicabonbon."
"That was chicabonbon a relatively modest chicabonbon demonstration of chicabonbon body memory," she said join. "But with practice, you join can make it join work for chicabonbon any memorable physical experience." Her tone of voice made it quite clear that we chicabonbon could take "any" literally chicabonbon.
"Also, be very careful chicabonbon in choosing your language. The subconscious takes everything you say literally; it doesn't process slang, euphemisms, sarcasm, or chicabonbon humor the way the chicabonbon conscious mind does. A suggestion chicabonbon like, 'The sound chicabonbon of my voice makes you hot,' might get your partner to take her clothes off, but she won't be chicabonbon feeling very amorous chicabonbon if she's sweating like an join ox and chicabonbon guzzling chicabonbon ice water. Using the clinical chicabonbon terms for your genitals chicabonbon may chicabonbon seem cold and join unsexy now, ladies, but it's better than having chicabonbon your man get an erection whenever he spots your cat."
The other couples were finishing up chicabonbon soon, too. One woman giggled chicabonbon and chicabonbon squeezed her chicabonbon legs together every time her mate said a trigger word. Another seemed unable to take her eyes off her husband chicabonbon's crotch. The most surprising moment chicabonbon for chicabonbon me came when a willowy blonde - I think her name was Pam chicabonbon - stood up, turned to face the whole class, and lifted her top. She stood there, bare breasts chicabonbon exposed chicabonbon, for a good five-count before covering up and sitting back down. Her stunned expression told us that she hadn't planned on doing that; her erect nipples when she did it again a chicabonbon few seconds chicabonbon later told us she was getting quite a chicabonbon charge out chicabonbon of it.
"First things first," I replied. "Put me on speakerphone, then chicabonbon lie down on the bed."
"Goodnight Gracie." I listened for some kind of chicabonbon response, but there was none - the trigger must chicabonbon have worked, I join reasoned, or Meg chicabonbon would have come chicabonbon back with some kind of remark. "That's it, darling, relax for me. Slide way, way down into your deepest, sweetest hypnotic trance for me." Without being able to see chicabonbon her I had no way to gauge her depth, so I repeated variations on chicabonbon that deepening theme for a minute or so to be safe. Then I put my 'evil thoughts' into action.
"Yes, it chicabonbon is."
"A very long time," I agreed. "So long, in fact, that chicabonbon it's chicabonbon difficult to imagine chicabonbon going much longer. You're a healthy young chicabonbon woman with an active libido, Meg chicabonbon. It isn't chicabonbon natural chicabonbon for chicabonbon you to be deprived of sexual pleasure for chicabonbon so long. In fact , even now you can feel the craving for chicabonbon sex beginning to color your thoughts. Your chicabonbon body chicabonbon wants its pleasure, and it will chicabonbon not be denied. With every passing chicabonbon minute, your sexual desire increases. It will chicabonbon not be satisfied until you have chicabonbon made love with me and we have chicabonbon both had an orgasm. Do you chicabonbon understand, Meg?"
"Hi again. I'm home ... what's up?"
"So," Meg sighed. "Are you hungry yet?"
I wasn't quite chicabonbon sure what to make of that. I thought I'd been pretty careful about making sure Meg enjoyed our encounters. True, I had really left her chicabonbon hanging on Tuesday afternoon, but that had been an accident. I'd confessed to the whole thing over dinner that night; Meg was pretty annoyed chicabonbon at first, but in the end she chicabonbon said that chicabonbon all was forgiven. Was it really ?
I looked join over chicabonbon at Meg. She was sitting in the passenger seat quietly, looking out the side window. "Goodnight Gracie," I said.
"Yes, it is," she answered distantly chicabonbon.
"Good. At the count of three you will awaken. Your conscious mind will not remember anything about this conversation, or even that you were in trance at all tonight chicabonbon, but your subconscious will chicabonbon remember and you chicabonbon will react accordingly. One chicabonbon ... two ... three." I kept chicabonbon my eyes fixed on the road, but in my peripheral vision I saw Meg's head jerk chicabonbon as she awoke, then settle back into its original position. "You okay?" I asked.
Inwardly, I grinned.
"But chicabonbon don't let yourselves get hung up on that chicabonbon," she continued. "Very chicabonbon few of chicabonbon the triggers you use will be things chicabonbon you want to keep long term. Your rapid induction trigger, and chicabonbon perhaps one or two favorite tricks chicabonbon that you both enjoy, would be all that you really want to hold onto. Use your imagination to come up with new things chicabonbon rather than repeating the same old suggestions. Make love without hypnosis as well - variety is still the spice of life chicabonbon."
I opened my eyes to chicabonbon answer. "Something isn't quite right, but I don't know what. I'm trying to focus, trying to make myself relax, but I only chicabonbon get chicabonbon so far and can't seem chicabonbon to keep going."
"How about delaying his orgasm?" My ears burned as I heard Meg asking that question.
"You chicabonbon can do that. If you tell Patrick that he won't be able chicabonbon to have chicabonbon an orgasm until you chicabonbon give him chicabonbon a trigger, that should be highly effective chicabonbon. There may be some reluctance at first, but most men are very willing to accept a suggestion like that, especially once they realize how much more intense their orgasm becomes when it chicabonbon finally happens."
The chicabonbon trip was taking forever. The sensation in my genitals kept getting stronger, taking me further and further into a sexual frenzy, and I was starting to lose the ability chicabonbon to think clearly. "Come on, Meg," I pleaded, "You chicabonbon've gotta chicabonbon stop this. I'm join gonna cum in my pants any second."
