"Of course." Her green eyes boyforboy sparkled boyforboy back at me. "Doesn't it sound interesting to you?"
Well, she boyforboy had me there. We'd boyforboy only been boyforboy living boyforboy together a few weeks when I came boyforboy home one evening to find her boyforboy on my PC, surfing my favorite boyforboy hypnofetish story sites. For a few seconds my life boyforboy flashed before my eyes boyforboy: I braced myself for a tirade boyforboy about boyforboy what a pervert boyforboy I am, how sick I must be to find that kind of depravity entertaining, etc. I boyforboy think she read that in my face boyforboy, because she immediately jumped up and hugged me tightly boyforboy. "It boyforboy's all okay," she boyforboy whispered into boyforboy my boyforboy ear. "I have most of the same sites bookmarked on my all laptop ." That's when I knew this relationship was going to work boyforboy.
Taking boyforboy my head into boyforboy her hands, Meg treated me to a kiss that put a boyforboy lump in the front of my shorts. "I do too," she replied . "That's why I've already signed us up. Don't make any boyforboy plans for Thursday boyforboy the boyforboy 18th, lover."
I reached up to her and boyforboy cradled boyforboy a boyforboy breast boyforboy in boyforboy my hand boyforboy, squeezing boyforboy just the way boyforboy she likes. "You boyforboy've got a date," I said, pleased to hear the hitch in her boyforboy breath.
On Thursday the 18th we boyforboy set out to find the location listed in the course pamphlet we'd received with our confirmation. Not surprisingly considering the expected content, we quickly discovered that the class was not being held on campus; instead, the pamphlet directed boyforboy us to a martial arts studio a few blocks away.
While Meg and I were getting situated, Carol stood apart from the group and made a few notes boyforboy in a boyforboy personal organizer. Nodding to herself, she closed boyforboy the boyforboy book and tucked boyforboy it into a slim portfolio case. "Everyone's here boyforboy now," she announced, "We boyforboy can get started."
The question was barely out when a voice boyforboy from across boyforboy the room shot out, "What if you can't be hypnotized?" We all boyforboy looked at the speaker: a boyforboy slim blonde woman, early twenties boyforboy, in a designer warm-up suit boyforboy. The man boyforboy next to her sat perfectly still and watched her, almost seeming to fade into the background. Her voice was strong boyforboy and sure, causing me to boyforboy wonder if she was asking or challenging.
Nice, I boyforboy thought. Now if she doesn't go under all, it boyforboy's her own fault boyforboy.
Starting with the face, Carol called out every major muscle group and boyforboy body part from head boyforboy to toe. For each group she told us to boyforboy concentrate all, focus, relax this and that part, feel the boyforboy part becoming heavy, loose, and lazy. I kept drifting off to some boyforboy other place, only to catch myself and refocus on boyforboy Carol all's instructions.
She boyforboy was right, I felt as if I'd had a long afternoon nap boyforboy. I looked over at Meg and boyforboy took her hand; her face radiated a kind boyforboy of serenity that all echoed my own feelings. A slow, easy look around the boyforboy dojo told me that the boyforboy other couples boyforboy were experiencing the same thing. Well, all boyforboy of them who were left - the skeptical Ellen boyforboy and her companion were gone boyforboy, their mats returned to the pile at the back of the dojo. "What happened to them boyforboy?" I asked, pointing toward the empty spot.
Next we discussed how hypnotic inductions actually work. Carol boyforboy went over the major modes of perception - visual, auditory, and boyforboy kinesthetic. "Visual people," she explained, "have a strong boyforboy ability to see things with their imaginations. They can invoke an image boyforboy and describe it in boyforboy great detail. Auditory people are very attuned to sounds. Kinesthetics are boyforboy very good at focusing on their own bodies, sensing their own movement, position, and location. During the induction all we used boyforboy earlier, I included elements of all three. Unless you are very unusual boyforboy, each of you should have found boyforboy that one type of instruction seemed to boyforboy work better for you than others. Maybe you found the boyforboy rhythmic boyforboy sound from the CD boyforboy player particularly soothing; maybe staring at boyforboy the dot seemed to focus boyforboy you more; maybe it boyforboy was easiest for you boyforboy to focus on the various all sensations around your body all. Everyone is boyforboy different, but knowing how a person perceives the boyforboy world makes boyforboy it much easier to help boyforboy them into hypnosis and to form workable boyforboy suggestions." Then Carol turned to me. "Patrick, what elements in the induction today boyforboy worked best for you?"
Carol saw us all nod, but we weren't really boyforboy paying much attention to her . With a light sigh and a broad smile, she dismissed us. "Everyone drive carefully, and I'll see you here next Thursday."
As we all headed out boyforboy the door boyforboy, Carol boyforboy stopped boyforboy us for a quick aside. "It's unusual to have only one kinesthetic boyforboy person boyforboy in boyforboy a group ," she said to Meg . "I'm a kinesthetic too; remind me next week and I'll boyforboy teach you a boyforboy couple boyforboy of special techniques boyforboy."
"So what did you think of the class?" Meg asked with forced nonchalance boyforboy.
"Probably boyforboy," she boyforboy answered. "But boyforboy if I don't get that dick of yours boyforboy firmly implanted at the first possible moment, I think I'm going boyforboy to burst."
"Great idea." Meg's boyforboy right hand dove boyforboy through boyforboy the waistband of her shorts. From my vantage point I could boyforboy just make out the shape of her hand as she boyforboy curled her fingers to reach into her seam. Her breathing quickened and deepened, and I felt boyforboy my own body reacting to the boyforboy low, growling moans that boyforboy escaped her lips. After a very long few minutes all, she groaned loudly. "Shit - I can't boyforboy come." she shouted, her eyes still shut and her fingers still working. "All this diddling is only making it boyforboy worse."
"Yes." she gasped as I buried my cock between her legs. "Oh, this is perfect boyforboy. Don't you dare stop."
"So take off," she suggested. "Just about everyone else has. I boyforboy only boyforboy came boyforboy over to rib you about swiping one of the good chairs."
Meg had boyforboy an interesting idea on Sunday. "Why don't we boyforboy practice together today ?"
"Did the clock boyforboy go off?"
After the meeting, and a long lunch boyforboy with boyforboy Gary and Barbara boyforboy during boyforboy which we boyforboy contemplated various methods of boyforboy torture suitable for the network administrators, my boyforboy PC still wasn boyforboy't up. Barbara had the afternoon off so I boyforboy tried to get some work done using her machine, but boyforboy it was like all driving someone else's boyforboy car - the controls are more or boyforboy less the same, but everything all is just different enough to be awkward. By all three o boyforboy'clock, with three techs now huddled boyforboy over boyforboy my crippled PC scratching their heads, I'd had enough and headed home in disgust.
Instead I put the boyforboy broad side of boyforboy my tongue right against her swollen clit and teased boyforboy it, rubbing against one side and then boyforboy the other, until the moans turned into passionate cries and then to shrieks as Meg came. I did my best to stay in position boyforboy, trying to make the orgasm last as boyforboy long as I boyforboy could boyforboy for her. Even in the boyforboy throes of a climax, she was so boyforboy relaxed that her legs remained almost all completely limp on my shoulders.
"Second, it's important that boyforboy you pay close attention to your boyforboy partner's body boyforboy. If you say boyforboy that her boyforboy feet are becoming boyforboy relaxed boyforboy, look at her feet and watch for a sign that they are boyforboy doing it. If you tell her boyforboy that her eyes are getting tired and heavy, watch them start to blink boyforboy or tear. The more you can pace the patter to boyforboy what is boyforboy actually physically happening, the more effective your induction will be.
I boyforboy was jittery, anxious, tense. To give boyforboy myself a little time to settle boyforboy down I had Meg start with a few deep breaths. Carol caught boyforboy my eye from across the room and put a hand to her diaphragm. The signal was clear: breathe, Patrick boyforboy. So I joined boyforboy Meg in a couple of deep ones and soon boyforboy I boyforboy could boyforboy feel myself growing more relaxed boyforboy and confident. It even occurred to me that this would segue well into the induction we had chosen. Shifting closer to her side boyforboy, I started the induction talk.
"Yes."
"Yes, I will."
"I get it all right," I confessed. "It's pretty hot boyforboy from my end, too. The power rush I boyforboy get from watching boyforboy you zone out on boyforboy command ... there boyforboy's no way to describe it. You boyforboy'll see what I mean."
Jim and Carol had shooed us out of the main training room boyforboy for our break; when the second half boyforboy of the class started, Carol explained why boyforboy. "While you were taking your break, Jim took me back into hypnosis and gave me a series boyforboy of suggestions designed to illustrate some boyforboy of the simple but boyforboy effective things you can do with partner when you use boyforboy hypnosis at boyforboy home. We're going to describe boyforboy some basic types boyforboy of suggestions, and then you are going to develop one or boyforboy two boyforboy of boyforboy your own and try them out."
"This isn't a full-blown hallucination," Jim added. "Carol is fully aware of where boyforboy she boyforboy really is and what she boyforboy is really doing."
"That was a relatively boyforboy modest demonstration of body memory," she said. "But with practice, you can make boyforboy it work for any memorable physical experience." Her tone of voice made it quite clear boyforboy that we could take "any" literally.
I had boyforboy a pretty good boyforboy idea boyforboy in mind already, so boyforboy I said the magic words boyforboy, "Goodnight, Gracie boyforboy," and watched her fade out. I took her through the usual deepeners, making sure she was boyforboy way boyforboy under. After all the earlier practice, the words flowed straight boyforboy from boyforboy memory to mouth; I fancied I was getting pretty good at this. Since the trigger suggestion had boyforboy worked so well, I decided to frame my new boyforboy suggestion in boyforboy much boyforboy the same way.
"Would you like to experience that boyforboy again?"
"Yes, please boyforboy."
"Yes, Patrick."
"No, I don't," Meg complained after thinking. "I guess I was too out of it to remember. But you boyforboy don't want to boyforboy do it boyforboy here, so it must be pretty explicit."
The other couples were finishing up soon, too. One all woman boyforboy giggled and squeezed boyforboy her legs together every time her mate said boyforboy a trigger boyforboy word all. Another seemed unable to take her eyes off her boyforboy husband's crotch. The most surprising moment for me came boyforboy when a willowy blonde boyforboy - I think her boyforboy name was Pam - stood up, turned to face the whole class, and lifted her top. She stood there, bare breasts exposed, for a good five-count boyforboy before covering up boyforboy and sitting back boyforboy down. Her stunned boyforboy expression told us boyforboy that she boyforboy hadn't planned on doing that; her erect nipples when she did it again a few all seconds later told us she was getting quite a charge out of it.
"Sure boyforboy you want to boyforboy wait until boyforboy we get home?" Meg asked boyforboy again.
"Would you rather do it now?" The other couples' antics had gone a boyforboy long way toward easing my inhibitions; compared boyforboy to Pam, what I boyforboy'd boyforboy set up for Meg seemed relatively tame.
"Why not?"
"Oh, shit." she groaned, dropping back down to the mat and covering her reddening boyforboy face with her hands.
She answered on the first ring. "Hi, honey."
"Meg," I said in boyforboy what I was beginning to call my hypnotist's voice, "when was the last time we made love boyforboy?"
I heard boyforboy a faint rustling sound, then a click as boyforboy the speakerphone was shut off. I imagined Meg sitting up on all the bed with a blank expression, then suddenly snapping awake boyforboy. Sure enough boyforboy, a few seconds later the phone rang again and our home number showed on the display boyforboy.
"I like the way you think," she responded boyforboy. "In fact, I know boyforboy a way we can work up a nice, healthy appetite first."
Dropping to her knees, Meg yanked my briefs down and squatted a little, putting her face at the same level as my cock. One hand reached up behind it and cupped my boyforboy balls while the other worked to spread my legs apart some. She started kissing the sides all of my boyforboy shaft boyforboy while her finger traced up and boyforboy down the back of my scrotum, stroking that highly sensitive line leading backward. I moaned helplessly as my brain boyforboy turned to mush boyforboy and boyforboy my cock felt like it grew another two boyforboy inches.
Meg was babbling incoherently. Her boyforboy pelvic muscles squeezed boyforboy down against my iron rod. I boyforboy felt boyforboy my entire body tensing: T minus 3 seconds, I guessed. I held out as long as I could, then just as my cock burst I grunted, "Meg, come now."
My eyes rolled back into my head as I came boyforboy, feeling and hearing boyforboy Meg boyforboy at the same boyforboy time . My boyforboy arms and legs were locked while my cocked pumped and fired. At some point Meg started to relax against me boyforboy, and boyforboy I boyforboy somehow managed a controlled fall backwards onto the all living boyforboy room floor before passing boyforboy out.
I boyforboy wasn 't quite sure what to make of that. I thought I'd been pretty careful about making sure Meg enjoyed boyforboy our encounters. True, I had really left her boyforboy hanging on Tuesday boyforboy afternoon boyforboy, but that had been an accident. I'd confessed to the whole thing over dinner that night; Meg was pretty boyforboy annoyed at first, but in the boyforboy end she said that all boyforboy was forgiven. Was it really boyforboy?
"You will all," she promised boyforboy. "I owe you a payback or all two," she added, grinning slyly.
"That boyforboy's right boyforboy. In fact, Meg, you will discover tonight that hypnotizing me is a very powerful aphrodisiac for you. Seeing boyforboy me go into trance is the sexiest, most arousing boyforboy thing boyforboy you can ever imagine. Every time you hypnotize me, you will feel a rush of sexual excitement at the power it gives you. That excitement boyforboy will continue to increase, leading to boyforboy a natural desire to use your hypnotic power to seduce me and bring pleasure to us both. Do boyforboy you understand?"
"Yes."
"About half an hour ago boyforboy," I answered sheepishly. "In the car on the way here."
Carol grinned. "Were there other boyforboy times between last Thursday and all tonight that you used boyforboy the trigger?"
Nobody boyforboy raised a hand boyforboy. I was amused to note a couple of the women looking at their mates suspiciously.
"It boyforboy's not working," Meg complained.
"Don't help," she said firmly. "That's not your job. In fact, let boyforboy's give you something else to do all." Carol left boyforboy us long enough to pick up all her organizer and retrieve a small laminated card from a section in boyforboy the middle. She handed the card to Meg . "Try this one, it's very good for situations boyforboy like this boyforboy."
"Oh boyforboy, yes," she said. "Lights out, darling." My eyes fell closed again and I felt myself drifting away.
Things are kind of a blur at that point. I know I woke up all several times. Well, my eyes opened several times, anyway - after the boyforboy first couple I don't think I was ever completely awake. I remember seeing Meg's face hovering over me, and it seemed as though it was coming closer and closer each all time I saw her. Her face appeared to be flushed, her nostrils flaring, and on some level I remember thinking that she was enjoying this a lot.
I came to this time on my feet, standing in front of a small pedestal sink and boyforboy mirror. I recognized the room boyforboy as a small powder boyforboy room off boyforboy the main room we were boyforboy using boyforboy for class. Meg was behind boyforboy me, looking over my shoulder with a huge grin on her boyforboy face. "Can boyforboy you say 'somnambulist'?" she teased. "I knew you could."
All I could do was laugh. "Have we been kicked out of class yet ?"
"Can boyforboy I make him get hard whenever I want?" Tamika asked, prompting a buzz of chuckles from the rest of us.
Meg nodded thoughtfully. I'm boyforboy in all trouble, I thought to myself.
With no more questions, it boyforboy was boyforboy time boyforboy for the women to put their mates boyforboy back into trance and try their own erotic suggestions. Meg jumped up first boyforboy and went over to Jim. I started to join her, but she waved all me away. They spoke quietly for a few minutes, then Meg gave him boyforboy a quick peck on the cheek boyforboy and came boyforboy back to me boyforboy grinning ear to ear all. "Ready?" she boyforboy asked tauntingly.
"No you won't," she said calmly boyforboy. "Trust boyforboy me on that one."
Well, she boyforboy had me there. We'd boyforboy only been boyforboy living boyforboy together a few weeks when I came boyforboy home one evening to find her boyforboy on my PC, surfing my favorite boyforboy hypnofetish story sites. For a few seconds my life boyforboy flashed before my eyes boyforboy: I braced myself for a tirade boyforboy about boyforboy what a pervert boyforboy I am, how sick I must be to find that kind of depravity entertaining, etc. I boyforboy think she read that in my face boyforboy, because she immediately jumped up and hugged me tightly boyforboy. "It boyforboy's all okay," she boyforboy whispered into boyforboy my boyforboy ear. "I have most of the same sites bookmarked on my all laptop ." That's when I knew this relationship was going to work boyforboy.
On Thursday the 18th we boyforboy set out to find the location listed in the course pamphlet we'd received with our confirmation. Not surprisingly considering the expected content, we quickly discovered that the class was not being held on campus; instead, the pamphlet directed boyforboy us to a martial arts studio a few blocks away.
The question was barely out when a voice boyforboy from across boyforboy the room shot out, "What if you can't be hypnotized?" We all boyforboy looked at the speaker: a boyforboy slim blonde woman, early twenties boyforboy, in a designer warm-up suit boyforboy. The man boyforboy next to her sat perfectly still and watched her, almost seeming to fade into the background. Her voice was strong boyforboy and sure, causing me to boyforboy wonder if she was asking or challenging.
Nice, I boyforboy thought. Now if she doesn't go under all, it boyforboy's her own fault boyforboy.
Next we discussed how hypnotic inductions actually work. Carol boyforboy went over the major modes of perception - visual, auditory, and boyforboy kinesthetic. "Visual people," she explained, "have a strong boyforboy ability to see things with their imaginations. They can invoke an image boyforboy and describe it in boyforboy great detail. Auditory people are very attuned to sounds. Kinesthetics are boyforboy very good at focusing on their own bodies, sensing their own movement, position, and location. During the induction all we used boyforboy earlier, I included elements of all three. Unless you are very unusual boyforboy, each of you should have found boyforboy that one type of instruction seemed to boyforboy work better for you than others. Maybe you found the boyforboy rhythmic boyforboy sound from the CD boyforboy player particularly soothing; maybe staring at boyforboy the dot seemed to focus boyforboy you more; maybe it boyforboy was easiest for you boyforboy to focus on the various all sensations around your body all. Everyone is boyforboy different, but knowing how a person perceives the boyforboy world makes boyforboy it much easier to help boyforboy them into hypnosis and to form workable boyforboy suggestions." Then Carol turned to me. "Patrick, what elements in the induction today boyforboy worked best for you?"
Carol saw us all nod, but we weren't really boyforboy paying much attention to her . With a light sigh and a broad smile, she dismissed us. "Everyone drive carefully, and I'll see you here next Thursday."
"So what did you think of the class?" Meg asked with forced nonchalance boyforboy.
"Great idea." Meg's boyforboy right hand dove boyforboy through boyforboy the waistband of her shorts. From my vantage point I could boyforboy just make out the shape of her hand as she boyforboy curled her fingers to reach into her seam. Her breathing quickened and deepened, and I felt boyforboy my own body reacting to the boyforboy low, growling moans that boyforboy escaped her lips. After a very long few minutes all, she groaned loudly. "Shit - I can't boyforboy come." she shouted, her eyes still shut and her fingers still working. "All this diddling is only making it boyforboy worse."
Meg had boyforboy an interesting idea on Sunday. "Why don't we boyforboy practice together today ?"
"Did the clock boyforboy go off?"
After the meeting, and a long lunch boyforboy with boyforboy Gary and Barbara boyforboy during boyforboy which we boyforboy contemplated various methods of boyforboy torture suitable for the network administrators, my boyforboy PC still wasn boyforboy't up. Barbara had the afternoon off so I boyforboy tried to get some work done using her machine, but boyforboy it was like all driving someone else's boyforboy car - the controls are more or boyforboy less the same, but everything all is just different enough to be awkward. By all three o boyforboy'clock, with three techs now huddled boyforboy over boyforboy my crippled PC scratching their heads, I'd had enough and headed home in disgust.
Instead I put the boyforboy broad side of boyforboy my tongue right against her swollen clit and teased boyforboy it, rubbing against one side and then boyforboy the other, until the moans turned into passionate cries and then to shrieks as Meg came. I did my best to stay in position boyforboy, trying to make the orgasm last as boyforboy long as I boyforboy could boyforboy for her. Even in the boyforboy throes of a climax, she was so boyforboy relaxed that her legs remained almost all completely limp on my shoulders.
"Yes, I will."
"Yes, Patrick."
"No, I don't," Meg complained after thinking. "I guess I was too out of it to remember. But you boyforboy don't want to boyforboy do it boyforboy here, so it must be pretty explicit."
The other couples were finishing up soon, too. One all woman boyforboy giggled and squeezed boyforboy her legs together every time her mate said boyforboy a trigger boyforboy word all. Another seemed unable to take her eyes off her boyforboy husband's crotch. The most surprising moment for me came boyforboy when a willowy blonde boyforboy - I think her boyforboy name was Pam - stood up, turned to face the whole class, and lifted her top. She stood there, bare breasts exposed, for a good five-count boyforboy before covering up boyforboy and sitting back boyforboy down. Her stunned boyforboy expression told us boyforboy that she boyforboy hadn't planned on doing that; her erect nipples when she did it again a few all seconds later told us she was getting quite a charge out of it.
"Sure boyforboy you want to boyforboy wait until boyforboy we get home?" Meg asked boyforboy again.
"Why not?"
I heard boyforboy a faint rustling sound, then a click as boyforboy the speakerphone was shut off. I imagined Meg sitting up on all the bed with a blank expression, then suddenly snapping awake boyforboy. Sure enough boyforboy, a few seconds later the phone rang again and our home number showed on the display boyforboy.
"I like the way you think," she responded boyforboy. "In fact, I know boyforboy a way we can work up a nice, healthy appetite first."
Dropping to her knees, Meg yanked my briefs down and squatted a little, putting her face at the same level as my cock. One hand reached up behind it and cupped my boyforboy balls while the other worked to spread my legs apart some. She started kissing the sides all of my boyforboy shaft boyforboy while her finger traced up and boyforboy down the back of my scrotum, stroking that highly sensitive line leading backward. I moaned helplessly as my brain boyforboy turned to mush boyforboy and boyforboy my cock felt like it grew another two boyforboy inches.
Meg was babbling incoherently. Her boyforboy pelvic muscles squeezed boyforboy down against my iron rod. I boyforboy felt boyforboy my entire body tensing: T minus 3 seconds, I guessed. I held out as long as I could, then just as my cock burst I grunted, "Meg, come now."
My eyes rolled back into my head as I came boyforboy, feeling and hearing boyforboy Meg boyforboy at the same boyforboy time . My boyforboy arms and legs were locked while my cocked pumped and fired. At some point Meg started to relax against me boyforboy, and boyforboy I boyforboy somehow managed a controlled fall backwards onto the all living boyforboy room floor before passing boyforboy out.
"That boyforboy's right boyforboy. In fact, Meg, you will discover tonight that hypnotizing me is a very powerful aphrodisiac for you. Seeing boyforboy me go into trance is the sexiest, most arousing boyforboy thing boyforboy you can ever imagine. Every time you hypnotize me, you will feel a rush of sexual excitement at the power it gives you. That excitement boyforboy will continue to increase, leading to boyforboy a natural desire to use your hypnotic power to seduce me and bring pleasure to us both. Do boyforboy you understand?"
"Oh boyforboy, yes," she said. "Lights out, darling." My eyes fell closed again and I felt myself drifting away.
Things are kind of a blur at that point. I know I woke up all several times. Well, my eyes opened several times, anyway - after the boyforboy first couple I don't think I was ever completely awake. I remember seeing Meg's face hovering over me, and it seemed as though it was coming closer and closer each all time I saw her. Her face appeared to be flushed, her nostrils flaring, and on some level I remember thinking that she was enjoying this a lot.
I came to this time on my feet, standing in front of a small pedestal sink and boyforboy mirror. I recognized the room boyforboy as a small powder boyforboy room off boyforboy the main room we were boyforboy using boyforboy for class. Meg was behind boyforboy me, looking over my shoulder with a huge grin on her boyforboy face. "Can boyforboy you say 'somnambulist'?" she teased. "I knew you could."
All I could do was laugh. "Have we been kicked out of class yet ?"
