Hypnosis diaryofamilf for Couples
I diaryofamilf handed the booklet back to diaryofamilf her with a shrug. She whacked me playfully over the head diaryofamilf with it and gave me an exaggerated diaryofamilf scowl diaryofamilf. "Don't play innocent with me, Patrick," she scolded. "You diaryofamilf spend as much time on the hypnoerotic diaryofamilf story sites as I diaryofamilf do, if diaryofamilf not more. I dare you diaryofamilf to look me in the eye and say you haven't fantasized diaryofamilf about learning to hypnotize me."
While Meg and I were getting situated, Carol stood apart from the group and made a few notes in a personal organizer. Nodding diaryofamilf to herself, she closed the book and tucked it into a slim portfolio case. "Everyone's here now," she diaryofamilf announced, "We can get diaryofamilf started."
Carol's eyes diaryofamilf swept sternly over us all, making diaryofamilf contact and asking an unspoken question diaryofamilf. Each diaryofamilf of us nodded while meeting her gaze. "I am access very serious about this," she added. "Just because your partner agrees to go into trance diaryofamilf for diaryofamilf you, that does not diaryofamilf give you access license to try and 'improve' his or her personality. If access you do try, the diaryofamilf most likely result is that it won't work and diaryofamilf the violation of diaryofamilf trust will seriously diaryofamilf damage your relationship diaryofamilf."
"So much for the preliminaries," Carol said. "Does anyone have questions before we go on?"
The question diaryofamilf was barely access out diaryofamilf when a voice from across the room diaryofamilf shot out access, "What if you can't be hypnotized diaryofamilf?" We all looked at the speaker diaryofamilf: a slim blonde diaryofamilf woman, early twenties, in a diaryofamilf designer warm-up diaryofamilf suit. The diaryofamilf man next to her diaryofamilf sat perfectly still and watched her, almost seeming to fade into the background. Her voice was strong diaryofamilf and sure, causing me to wonder if she was asking or challenging diaryofamilf.
Carol turned to face the speaker. "You're Ellen, right?"
"Yes."
Carol's voice grew diaryofamilf smoother, softer, more seductive as she began to diaryofamilf talk us into trance. "Everyone take a nice, deep breath now. Hold it ... hold diaryofamilf it ... and now exhale, completely, slowly, and let yourself diaryofamilf sink into diaryofamilf the mats. Very good, everyone. Now breathe in again, deeply and slowly. Hold it. And exhale, slowly , completely, feeling yourself sinking a little diaryofamilf further diaryofamilf into the mats." She diaryofamilf had us do this several times, each access time exhorting us to relax and let diaryofamilf the mats support us.
"I'm diaryofamilf going to count to three now," Carol's voice continued, "and when I reach three, if you haven't already closed your eyes down, I want you to close them at diaryofamilf that time. You will diaryofamilf always be diaryofamilf able to open your eyes again if you diaryofamilf really diaryofamilf want to, but please leave them closed until I ask you to open them. One ... two ... and three, everyone let your eyes close diaryofamilf now diaryofamilf, let your diaryofamilf neck diaryofamilf relax, let your shoulders drop diaryofamilf, just letting everything go. As we go along, you're going to diaryofamilf find diaryofamilf that your mind diaryofamilf starts to wander around to other thoughts and other places, and that's okay. Any time you diaryofamilf find your mind wandering about, simply diaryofamilf bring it back diaryofamilf and focus your attention on my voice diaryofamilf or the music, and you'll drift diaryofamilf a little faster and a little more deeply relaxed than you were the moment before."
"Great idea." Meg diaryofamilf's right hand dove through the diaryofamilf waistband diaryofamilf of diaryofamilf her shorts. From diaryofamilf my vantage point I could just make out the shape diaryofamilf of her hand as she access curled diaryofamilf her fingers diaryofamilf to reach into her seam diaryofamilf. Her breathing quickened and deepened diaryofamilf, and I felt my own body reacting to the low, growling moans that diaryofamilf escaped her lips. After a very long few minutes, she diaryofamilf groaned loudly. "Shit - I diaryofamilf can't come diaryofamilf." she shouted, her eyes still shut and her fingers still working diaryofamilf. "All diaryofamilf this diddling is only making it worse."
"Something like that," I waffled, trying diaryofamilf to get myself oriented again.
I looked at the clock on my computer access screen: 4:18. A full hour, and then a little, had diaryofamilf gone by while diaryofamilf I diaryofamilf was diaryofamilf zoned out. Too embarrassed to come up access with a diaryofamilf clever reply, I just thanked Shirley, put everything away, and went diaryofamilf home .
The alarm set diaryofamilf, I resumed my position next to Meg. We diaryofamilf each took a series of deep, slow breaths to get ourselves started. As I relaxed into the bed, I could diaryofamilf sense Meg next to me doing the same. We diaryofamilf found ourselves breathing diaryofamilf in unison without diaryofamilf really trying to. Soon I felt the warm, inviting buzz of hypnosis coming over me and I let go diaryofamilf into it, confidant that we would wake up at diaryofamilf the appointed time.
I diaryofamilf found Meg on the bed and started to diaryofamilf say something, but I stopped short. She was so still, so peaceful looking. Meg diaryofamilf is an active sleeper diaryofamilf, rolling around and moving her arms and diaryofamilf legs as she dreams; seeing her this quiet was odd. I diaryofamilf tiptoed around the bed for a closer diaryofamilf look.
As delicately as I could, I rose up and diaryofamilf climbed onto the bed. I let diaryofamilf my left hand take over diaryofamilf on her diaryofamilf breast momentarily while I kissed my way south, parting her legs as I came to rest between them. I kissed her diaryofamilf thighs, her diaryofamilf mound diaryofamilf, her lips diaryofamilf, and diaryofamilf felt her hips start to move diaryofamilf up and down. I lifted access my head long enough to see that her eyes were still closed and her face slack, then diaryofamilf dove diaryofamilf in to finish the job diaryofamilf.
"Honey," I said playfully, "I'm diaryofamilf home."
"Now," she continued, "Are there any questions you diaryofamilf'd like to toss out before we go any further?"
A group chuckle erupted diaryofamilf - the question was diaryofamilf on all diaryofamilf of our minds, and it was a relief to hear diaryofamilf someone voice it. Carol diaryofamilf was clearly expecting it and had her answer ready.
"A couple of simple posthypnotic suggestions," she explained. "One of the keys to using erotic hypnosis is believing that it really can work. Before you try making diaryofamilf suggestions to each other, I wanted you to see and feel for yourselves that diaryofamilf the results we are going diaryofamilf to talk about are possible - not diaryofamilf just in the abstract, but for you specifically. The best way to prove that diaryofamilf to you was by example.
"Not as a posthypnotic suggestion, no. If you remember, I did suggest after you were fully awake that practicing every day diaryofamilf would be a good thing. Did everyone diaryofamilf do that?" She diaryofamilf looked around at us diaryofamilf all diaryofamilf; everyone was nodding. "That's very good. Now that you know how easily you can enter diaryofamilf the hypnotic state on your diaryofamilf own, it diaryofamilf will be even easier for you to do it with diaryofamilf your partner's diaryofamilf help. And that leads us directly to tonight's diaryofamilf first demonstration."
There was a general buzz diaryofamilf as diaryofamilf the diaryofamilf couples access leafed through the booklet and talked among themselves. Carol came over diaryofamilf to us while Meg and I were still diaryofamilf looking at the titles. "Would you like a diaryofamilf recommendation?" she offered.
I could see Meg's hands twitching a little, her fingers spreading apart just a hair, and took that as a good access sign. "As you feel that slight tingle, that comforting flow of air moving through your arms diaryofamilf, you diaryofamilf may notice that it leaves the muscles in your hands diaryofamilf feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy. Just diaryofamilf imagine diaryofamilf that, imagine diaryofamilf the air diaryofamilf flowing through your hands diaryofamilf, relaxing them, bringing that tingle through your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as it flows through. Breathe deeply diaryofamilf and feel the flow diaryofamilf as your arms relax so completely." The twitching stopped, and diaryofamilf Meg's arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as she breathed diaryofamilf in and out.
I looked back diaryofamilf at diaryofamilf Meg's face. Her jaw looked slack and her lips diaryofamilf were diaryofamilf parted slightly. "She looks pretty out of it to me diaryofamilf. But diaryofamilf how do I know she didn't just access nod off diaryofamilf?"
Here diaryofamilf goes, I thought to myself, and turned back to address Meg. "Time to wake up, Meg. I diaryofamilf'm going diaryofamilf to count to three, and when I reach three your eyes will open and you will be fully awake. One ... two ... three."
One time as Meg was waking up, Carol came over diaryofamilf. "How are you doing?" she diaryofamilf asked, looking at Meg.
"Can you sit up?"
"Is that better diaryofamilf?"
"Good." Looking back to me, Carol diaryofamilf added, "Go ahead."
"I get it all diaryofamilf right diaryofamilf," I confessed. "It diaryofamilf's pretty hot from my end, too diaryofamilf. The power rush I get from watching you zone out on command diaryofamilf ... there's no way diaryofamilf to describe it. You'll see what I mean."
The diaryofamilf effect on Carol diaryofamilf was electrifying: her thighs closed down tight and her diaryofamilf arms pressed folded closely together under her breasts. She began to pant loudly, then diaryofamilf progressed into moaning through diaryofamilf a slack jaw diaryofamilf. All of a sudden diaryofamilf she threw her head back and cried out something unintelligible. She diaryofamilf rocked back and forth a few times, then fell to her knees with a heavy, happy diaryofamilf sigh.
We all had a good laugh, but the point was well taken. Carol diaryofamilf reminded us access again about some of the basic rules we had discussed at the previous class, then announced that we would now try an erotic suggestion of diaryofamilf our diaryofamilf own diaryofamilf devising access.
"Meg," I said softly, "I want you to think back to last Monday afternoon, when you were practicing your trance and I brought you diaryofamilf to orgasm. Did you enjoy that experience?"
"As you wish diaryofamilf, darling diaryofamilf. Your body remembers all of the sensations diaryofamilf, all of the feelings, all access of the sights and sounds diaryofamilf and smells, of that experience. Your body remembers diaryofamilf, Meg, and diaryofamilf when I give you diaryofamilf the signal you will experience the relaxation, the pleasure, and the orgasm diaryofamilf in every detail, as though it were happening again . You will again feel the softness diaryofamilf of the bed beneath you, the diaryofamilf sexy smoothness of your silk robe against freshly diaryofamilf showered skin. You will again hear my voice and relax, just access as you did Monday. You will again diaryofamilf feel the weight of my diaryofamilf body on yours as diaryofamilf I spread your legs apart and position myself between diaryofamilf them. You will diaryofamilf again feel my kisses on your diaryofamilf thighs and your groin, my tongue touching all of your private diaryofamilf parts one by one diaryofamilf. You again will feel yourself diaryofamilf growing more and more aroused, even as your body relaxes under my touch, and you again will react exactly as you access did that day. You diaryofamilf will let the pleasure build inside you diaryofamilf until you have an orgasm, and diaryofamilf when you do that orgasm will be as strong and as satisfying as any you diaryofamilf can remember having. All of diaryofamilf this diaryofamilf will happen when I give you the signal. Do you understand diaryofamilf, Meg?"
"Good. The signal that will cause you to re-experience that memory is the diaryofamilf word 'anticlimax.' Later diaryofamilf tonight, when you diaryofamilf are fully diaryofamilf awake and alert, I access will say the word 'anticlimax' to you and that will be your signal diaryofamilf. Your body will respond automatically to that diaryofamilf signal diaryofamilf, just as diaryofamilf it access does when I give you the signal to go back into trance. You won't have diaryofamilf to think about it access, you won't want to resist, you will simply diaryofamilf allow yourself to diaryofamilf experience those wonderful feelings again. Okay?"
It was a pretty complicated suggestion diaryofamilf, so diaryofamilf I went over diaryofamilf it with her a few more times. Once I was sure diaryofamilf I'd covered all diaryofamilf the bases, I woke diaryofamilf Meg up. Her eyes diaryofamilf fluttered open and she sat up diaryofamilf. "What now?"
I shrugged. "We wait for further diaryofamilf instructions diaryofamilf, I access guess."
"You do that anyway when I diaryofamilf ask nicely."
It didn't take Meg long to realize diaryofamilf what was happening. Her eyes came diaryofamilf open for a second, just as diaryofamilf they had on Monday. "You bastard," she murmured, and then diaryofamilf programming took over; her eyes closed diaryofamilf down with a contented sigh diaryofamilf.
"Any time you want."
"Are you laying down?"
"Hi again. I'm home ... what's up?"
"I was thinking diaryofamilf about sneaking out of here and taking you out for an early dinner."
"I like the diaryofamilf way you think diaryofamilf," she responded. "In diaryofamilf fact, I know a way we diaryofamilf can work up a nice, healthy diaryofamilf appetite diaryofamilf first."
"There you are." he said. "I've been diaryofamilf looking all over for diaryofamilf you. I diaryofamilf need diaryofamilf you on a conference call with Henderson and company."
Henderson was the client who'd screwed up my access weekend. My heart sank diaryofamilf. "When ?"
"I'm sorry diaryofamilf," I began diaryofamilf, but got no farther. Meg bounded up off the couch and body-checked me into the bookcase behind me. She pressed her sweating, heaving body against diaryofamilf me, put diaryofamilf her hands on diaryofamilf either side of diaryofamilf my face diaryofamilf, and kissed me harder than I diaryofamilf've ever been kissed before. For a split diaryofamilf second I flashed back to diaryofamilf an old horror movie and imagined Meg was some kind of demon trying to suck the soul out of diaryofamilf me. I decided I deserved at least that.
By diaryofamilf Thursday afternoon Meg was thoroughly keyed up. The pizza delivery guy was right on my heels, and I diaryofamilf was amused to see diaryofamilf that diaryofamilf Meg had already set the diaryofamilf table diaryofamilf with disposable plates diaryofamilf and cups. "Quick, easy cleanup," she explained.
"I understand, honey diaryofamilf," I said diaryofamilf truthfully diaryofamilf. "Last week when you diaryofamilf were responding to the 'anticlimax' trigger, I was a diaryofamilf little bit diaryofamilf jealous of how easily you were access able to just let yourself go. That's something I want to experience first hand."
"Good question. The answer, as diaryofamilf in diaryofamilf so many cases when you're dealing with the mind diaryofamilf, is that it depends on the individual. Post hypnotic suggestions have a lot in common with classical conditioning, in that the learned diaryofamilf responses have to diaryofamilf be diaryofamilf reinforced periodically or diaryofamilf they diaryofamilf will be forgotten. Exactly how diaryofamilf long that diaryofamilf takes depends on how strongly the diaryofamilf suggestion was reinforced, and how willing the subject is to respond. For example diaryofamilf ..." she looked over at diaryofamilf me. "Patrick diaryofamilf, what was diaryofamilf the trigger phrase you used diaryofamilf last week to put diaryofamilf Meg in trance?"
"Very good," Carol remarked. "When was the last time diaryofamilf you diaryofamilf used that trigger with her?"
"About half an hour ago," I answered sheepishly. "In the car on diaryofamilf the way diaryofamilf here."
Nobody raised a hand. I diaryofamilf was amused to diaryofamilf note a couple of diaryofamilf the women looking at their mates suspiciously.
I shrugged and closed my eyes again diaryofamilf, and diaryofamilf Meg started reading the diaryofamilf induction script again. After a minute or two, Carol stopped diaryofamilf her.
"How does that feel, Patrick?"
"Don't help," she said firmly. "That's not your diaryofamilf job. In fact, let's give you diaryofamilf something else to do." Carol left us long enough to pick up her diaryofamilf organizer and retrieve a small laminated card diaryofamilf from a section diaryofamilf in the middle. She handed the card diaryofamilf to diaryofamilf Meg. "Try diaryofamilf this one, it's very good for situations like this."
"And diaryofamilf while you're listening quietly to diaryofamilf the sound of my voice," Meg continued diaryofamilf, "it may be that you'll realize you've forgotten diaryofamilf to think diaryofamilf about your breathing. But that's all right, you can just simply start thinking about your breathing again while you're listening quietly diaryofamilf to the sound of my voice and what I'm diaryofamilf saying diaryofamilf to you diaryofamilf here. In psychology, there's a rule called seven plus or minus two. That means that most diaryofamilf people diaryofamilf can think of seven diaryofamilf things at once diaryofamilf, plus diaryofamilf or minus two. So you diaryofamilf should be diaryofamilf able to think of at least diaryofamilf five things all at the same time: the sound of my diaryofamilf voice, the steadiness diaryofamilf of diaryofamilf your breathing diaryofamilf, the weight of diaryofamilf your head against the diaryofamilf pillow diaryofamilf, and how you might look from the outside as you relax. That diaryofamilf's diaryofamilf four things, so diaryofamilf you can think of all four of those things while at the same time you remember the sound of the music Carol used the first night when she took us all diaryofamilf into hypnosis. Remember that strange diaryofamilf sound that flowed diaryofamilf through you, captivated you, and diaryofamilf carried you off into deeper relaxation. That's five diaryofamilf things now, Patrick. And I wonder diaryofamilf if you can think about those five things and then, at diaryofamilf the diaryofamilf same time, notice the way diaryofamilf your feet feel on the extra mat underneath diaryofamilf them, and perhaps how your arms feel resting against diaryofamilf the floor. That's seven things now, darling: the sound of my voice, the weight of your head against the pillow, the music Carol played the first night, the way you look diaryofamilf while you're relaxing diaryofamilf, and your breathing, and your arms, and your 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 diaryofamilf of seven plus one things, adding in, perhaps, an awareness of the diaryofamilf temperature of the diaryofamilf room, and then just testing diaryofamilf to see whether you can diaryofamilf add yet another input to your diaryofamilf senses, so that you're thinking of diaryofamilf nine things diaryofamilf all at once diaryofamilf, thinking diaryofamilf about all those eight inputs to your senses and then access maybe adding an awareness of diaryofamilf the way your eyes feel while diaryofamilf you diaryofamilf're thinking about all those other things: the weight of your head, your breathing, the music, how you look from the outside, the temperature, your feet, your arms , the sound of my voice, and diaryofamilf how diaryofamilf your eyes feel..."
My eyes diaryofamilf jerked open again, but it took me diaryofamilf a diaryofamilf second or two diaryofamilf to before access I could comprehend diaryofamilf what was diaryofamilf happening. "Wow," I started to diaryofamilf say, but then I heard Meg diaryofamilf's voice and felt myself dropping into diaryofamilf the darkness again.
Finally I woke diaryofamilf to the distinct sounds of Meg having a really big orgasm. Her head was thrown back diaryofamilf and her diaryofamilf chest heaved diaryofamilf as she grunted her way through it. I could feel the contractions in her groin and for diaryofamilf a few moments diaryofamilf I diaryofamilf completely forgot that diaryofamilf we were in the middle of a class diaryofamilf. Meg recovered enough to look down diaryofamilf at me diaryofamilf, and her eyes captured mine. I thought she was about to put diaryofamilf me diaryofamilf to sleep again diaryofamilf, but instead she gave me a different command: "Come for access me." That sent me over the edge into spasms of diaryofamilf my own. Meg stayed with me, riding me diaryofamilf as I bucked diaryofamilf underneath her, milking me for all I had. When it was over I let myself sink into the mat, spent. I saw Meg give me diaryofamilf one of her mischievous little smiles as she said the magic words again and sent me off into oblivion.
Carol nodded, grinning, and called the class back to attention. She wished us all well diaryofamilf in diaryofamilf our diaryofamilf relationships, passed out her card in case we wanted to consult with her in the diaryofamilf future, and pronounced class dismissed.
It diaryofamilf was Meg at her artful best diaryofamilf, without doubt the most intense, arousing diaryofamilf thing I'd diaryofamilf ever felt. That Meg diaryofamilf was not actually sucking me off, but rather sitting in the driver's seat chuckling as she listened to my diaryofamilf moaning grow more and more out diaryofamilf of control, actually made the situation more erotic for me. "Oh diaryofamilf, God," I breathed, "This is unbelievable."
I held diaryofamilf out as long as I thought I diaryofamilf could, reveling in diaryofamilf the exquisite feelings diaryofamilf. Then I felt the telltale pressure access in my diaryofamilf groin and knew that I was close to coming diaryofamilf in my pants diaryofamilf. "Better stop now, honey," I said, "or this will diaryofamilf be over before we even get home diaryofamilf."
The trip was taking forever. The sensation in my genitals kept getting stronger diaryofamilf, taking me further diaryofamilf and further into a sexual frenzy, and I was starting to lose the ability to think clearly diaryofamilf. "Come on diaryofamilf, Meg," I pleaded, "You've gotta stop this access. I'm gonna cum in my pants diaryofamilf any second diaryofamilf."
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