ADULT EDUCATION

(c) Copyright 2000 by Wiseguy



Meg had one of those mischievous smiles on her face; 
that should have been my first clue, but I missed it.  
I let myself get distracted by the newsprint booklet 
she was waving in my face instead.

"What's this for?" I asked, taking the booklet from 
her hand.  A quick glance told me it was the summer 
course catalog from our local community college.  You 
probably get them too:  a variety of short enrichment 
classes in various things from cake decorating to 
small appliance repair, all offered for a nominal fee 
to adults in the community.  Meg and I had both taken 
classes there before, so the college had us on their 
mailing list.

"Look at this one," she said, pointing to an entry 
circled in red pen:


   Hypnosis for Couples

   Learn to experience increased pleasure and 
   intimacy through mutual hypnosis.  Includes 
   discussion of induction techniques, formulating 
   effective suggestions, and a practical 
   demonstration.  Couples only.  Instructor:  Carol 
   Sherman, CCHT.  3 sessions.


I looked back at Meg with raised eyebrows.  "Are you 
serious?"

"Of course."  Her green eyes sparkled back at me.  
"Doesn't it sound interesting to you?"

I read the entry again.  "I suppose so," I granted, 
"It doesn't really say much."

"Increased pleasure and intimacy through hypnosis," 
she quoted in reply.  "Couples only.  How much more 
does it need to say?"

I handed the booklet back to her with a shrug.  She 
whacked me playfully over the head with it and gave me 
an exaggerated scowl.  "Don't play innocent with me, 
Patrick," she scolded.  "You spend as much time on the 
hypnoerotic story sites as I do, if not more.  I dare 
you to look me in the eye and say you haven't 
fantasized about learning to hypnotize me."

Well, she had me there.  We'd only been living 
together a few weeks when I came home one evening to 
find her on my PC, surfing my favorite hypnofetish 
story sites.  For a few seconds my life flashed before 
my eyes:  I braced myself for a tirade about what a 
pervert I am, how sick I must be to find that kind of 
depravity entertaining, etc.  I think she read that in 
my face, because she immediately jumped up and hugged 
me tightly.  "It's okay," she whispered into my ear.  
"I have most of the same sites bookmarked on my 
laptop."  That's when I knew this relationship was 
going to work.

Meg was still waiting for me to respond to her dare. I 
looked up into her eyes and thought yes, it would be 
so cool to see those eyes closing on my command, to 
take her into a deep sleep and know she will obey my 
every wish. "You know I do," I answered.

Taking my head into her hands, Meg treated me to a 
kiss that put a 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 plans for Thursday the 18th, 
lover."

I reached up to her and cradled a breast in my hand, 
squeezing just the way she likes.  "You've got a 
date," I said, pleased to hear the hitch in her 
breath.

"Maybe you'd better take Friday off too," she added, 
reaching down to open my zipper.




On Thursday the 18th we 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 us to a martial arts studio a few blocks 
away.  

We arrived 10 minutes ahead of the 7:00 scheduled 
start time.   A young woman met us at the door and led 
us to the practice room.  She looked to be in her 
early thirties, with chestnut hair and the deepest 
brown eyes I've ever seen.  

"Hi.  I'm Carol."  Her voice was rich and sensual, and 
her hand as it touched mine sent a small shock through 
my system.

"I'm Patrick, and this is Meg," I replied weakly.

Carol flashed us a thousand-watt smile.  "It's great 
to meet you," she said.  "The others are already here.  
Come on back and get comfortable."

We followed Carol into the studio.  Her thin workout 
clothes displayed a beautifully proportioned figure.  
Meg nudged me a little to make sure I wasn't paying 
too much attention to those proportions.

The idea of holding a hypnosis class in a dojo seemed 
strange to us at first, but once I saw the place it 
made perfect sense.  There was lots of floor space to 
work with, for one thing.  A generous supply of folded 
wrestling mats was stacked up against the far wall, 
and I saw that five other couples had already made 
little nests for themselves using some of those mats.  
A giant mirror, presumably for the benefit of karate 
students practicing forms, covered the long wall.  

Meg and I followed the others' lead and helped 
ourselves to a few of the folding mats.  They reminded 
me of my college wrestling room pads -- thick, dense, 
vinyl-covered, and extremely comfortable for sitting, 
standing, or lying down.

While Meg and I were getting situated, Carol stood 
apart from the group and made a few notes in a 
personal organizer.  Nodding to herself, she closed 
the book and tucked it into a slim portfolio case.  
"Everyone's here now," she announced, "We can get 
started."  

Call me an idiot if you like -- until that moment, I 
didn't connect "Carol Sherman, CCHT" with that 
voluptuous creature.  I was expecting some scholarly, 
kind, Angela Lansbury type.  The reality turned out to 
be more like Catherine Zeta-Jones.  Not that I minded, 
of course.

"I want to thank you all for coming tonight," she 
began, that silky voice grabbing our 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 keep things casual 
and friendly, so please just call me Carol."

I felt myself nodding automatically as she continued.  

"As you know from the course description, this 
workshop is about hypnosis for couples.  I've been a 
practicing hypnotherapist for about five years now, 
and for the last two I've specialized in treating 
sexual dysfunctions in both men and women.  In that 
time it's been my pleasure to teach hundreds of 
couples how they can use hypnosis to enhance their 
love lives.  If you stay with me and work together 
over the three sessions in this class, I promise you 
that the experience will change the way you think 
about sexual pleasure."

A quick glance around the room showed everyone 
nodding, their eyes focused directly on Carol.  My 
cock stirred a little as a small part of my mind 
connected Carol with sexual pleasure.

"But first," she continued, "I need to make sure that 
you all understand some important things about what we 
will and won't be doing here.  You will be practicing 
hypnosis on each other, learning to use the hypnotic 
state for erotic purposes.  Each of you will learn to 
drop into a deep trance on command from your partner.  
Sharing that power brings a new depth of intimacy to 
relationships, but it requires absolute trust.  If you 
don't share your partner's interest in erotic 
hypnosis, or if you are not sure you want to let your 
partner guide you into a trance and give you 
suggestions, then you should not be here.  I'd rather 
see you invest your time in improving your 
relationship or at least doing something you can both 
enjoy.

"At the same time, there are limits to what I can 
teach you in three evening sessions.  Don't imagine 
that having taken this class qualifies you to start 
hypnotizing people at dinner parties.  If you're going 
to do that, you owe it to your friends and yourself to 
get proper training first."

Carol paused a minute to let it all sink in.  "Now 
listen to this very carefully," she continued.  "The 
hypnotic suggestions we use in this class will be 
limited to things that have proven safe and effective 
for our purpose.  They will involve creating and 
controlling desire, causing or enhancing physical 
sensations, and overcoming inhibitions.  I'm sure you 
are all aware that hypnosis is also used medically to 
help people lose weight, stop smoking, and things like 
that.  That's called hypnotherapy, and it takes years 
of practice to become proficient at it.  We will not 
be conducting therapy in this class."

Carol's eyes swept sternly over us all, making contact 
and asking an unspoken question.  Each of us nodded 
while meeting her gaze.  "I am very serious about 
this," she added.  "Just because your partner agrees 
to go into trance for you, that does not give you 
license to try and 'improve' his or her personality.  
If you do try, the most likely result is that it won't 
work and the violation of trust will seriously damage 
your relationship."

The point made, Carol seemed to relax.  The smile 
returned to her face as she moved on to the last item.  
"Finally, I noticed some of you looking nervous when I 
mentioned that we would be combining hypnosis and sex.  
Let me assure you that my lesson plan does not call 
for anyone to have intercourse during the class.  The 
idea is that what you learn here you take home and use 
in private."

I took a quick look around the room and saw several 
people looking relieved.   The idea had never occurred 
to me, but apparently it had to them; I guess that 
proves I'm on the wrong side of 35.

"So much for the preliminaries," Carol said.  "Does 
anyone have questions before we go on?"

The question was barely out when a voice from across 
the room shot out, "What if you can't be hypnotized?"  
We all looked at the speaker:  a slim blonde woman, 
early twenties, in a designer warm-up suit.  The man 
next to her sat perfectly still and watched her, 
almost seeming to fade into the background.  Her voice 
was strong and sure, causing me to wonder if she was 
asking or challenging.

Carol turned to face the speaker.  "You're Ellen, 
right?"

"Yes."

"That's a fair question, Ellen," Carol replied 
diplomatically.  "Every so often in hypnotherapy, a 
patient comes along who is highly resistant to 
hypnosis.  Most of the time the resistance comes from 
misconceptions about what hypnosis is, or fear of 
losing control.  Some people are just very analytical 
by nature and have a hard time letting their 
subconscious take over.  It's been my experience that 
once a patient has been educated about the hypnotic 
state and any latent fears or doubts have been put to 
rest, anyone who is willing can enter hypnosis."

"You mean you've never had someone you couldn't put 
under?"  Ellen's tone was openly skeptical now, but 
Carol seemed unconcerned.

"It's not really a question of putting someone under," 
she explained patiently.  "Going into hypnosis is a 
process 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 will do, is 
teach you how to enter that state yourself or in 
response to a suggestion from your partner.  If you 
want that to happen, Ellen, it will happen; if you 
don't, it won't.  The outcome is always what you want 
it to be."

Nice, I thought.  Now if she doesn't go under, it's 
her own fault.  

"Are there any other questions?"  Carol asked.  When 
nobody spoke, she continued.  "Okay.  Now I'd like to 
take a break.  I'm asking each of you to please go and 
use the bathroom, I want you comfortable with no 
interruptions for the rest of the session.  Be back 
here in ten minutes, please."

It was closer to fifteen minutes before everyone had 
taken care of business and settled back into their 
chosen spots.  There was a lot of nervousness on 
display, as well as anticipation.  Ellen, I noticed, 
was the quietest of us; she simply sat and waited, 
arms folded, with a closed look on her face.

With the buzz of a half-dozen whispered conversations 
in the air, Carol stepped over to a small side table 
and pressed a button on the boom box that rested 
there.  From the box came a strange sound:  light, 
airy, yet very soothing, it wasn't really music but it 
wasn't just a simple tone either.  We all fell silent 
almost immediately, feeling the odd series of notes 
flowing around and through us.  Carol gave us a few 
moments to adjust to the change, then turned to 
address the class.

"I suppose I could start out by giving you a long, 
technical lecture on how to help someone enter 
hypnosis.  In doing these classes, though, I've found 
that it all makes much more sense if you actually 
experience the hypnotic state first.  I'd like for 
everyone to lie back and get comfortable, please."

There was some shuffling around as we adjusted 
ourselves into position.  The ceiling, I noticed, had 
a number of colorful dots on it.  "Choose a spot on 
the ceiling," Carol's voice told us, "and focus on 
it."  There was a dark blue dot near the middle of my 
field of vision, so I fixed my gaze on it and waited 
for more instructions.

Carol's voice grew smoother, softer, more seductive as 
she began to talk us into trance.  "Everyone take a 
nice, deep breath now.  Hold it ... hold it ... and now 
exhale, completely, slowly, and let yourself sink into 
the mats.  Very good, everyone.  Now breathe in again, 
deeply and slowly.  Hold it.  And exhale, slowly, 
completely, feeling yourself sinking a little further 
into the mats."  She had us do this several times, 
each time exhorting us to relax and let the mats 
support us.  

"Notice how very settled, how very comfortable, you 
feel right now," she continued.  "Pay very close 
attention to your body right now.  Notice the feel of 
your clothes against your skin, the softness of the 
mat below you, the gentle motion of the air around 
you.  Concentrate on these sensations, just 
concentrate and listen.  Think of relaxation only; any 
other thoughts that might come to you, just let them 
come and pass like a summer breeze.

"Notice that you can still hear the music playing in 
the background.  It's a special rhythm designed to 
help you relax.  If you like, let the music enter your 
mind and soothe you, relaxing you by degrees as you 
float along on the waves of sound.  You can 
concentrate on that if you like, listening closely to 
the music, and to my voice.  Listen, relax, and 
enjoy."

The music was enticing, I decided, and vaguely noticed 
myself letting out another deep breath as I focused my 
attention on the strange, comforting sounds flowing 
out of the boom box.  Carol's voice faded a little, 
but I could still hear her clearly.

"As you watch your spot on the ceiling, you will find 
that your eyes become tired from staring so long at 
one place.  They begin to water, to strain, to blink.  
That's perfectly okay.  Eyes get tired, especially 
when they are focused so well in one place, as yours 
are now.  It's okay to feel tired, sleepy, groggy, 
drowsy.  Okay to feel the lids growing heavy, trying 
to blink, trying to close.   Soon you will find that 
you can no longer hold your eyes open; they will 
blink, quickly at first, and then more and more often, 
until they simply no longer wish to remain opened at 
all.  And that's fine too.  Don't make any deliberate 
effort to close your eyes or to keep them open; just 
let them close or blink whenever they want to, and 
you'll drift into a wonderful, pleasant place of 
relaxation.  Just let yourself go.

"As we go along, I want you to be 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 go loose.  It will feel 
wonderfully good."

My head was full of the music from the boom box.  The 
tone had changed slightly, I thought -- the rhythm had 
slowed ever so slightly, the pitch lowered just a 
hair.  A warm, comfortable feeling began to flow 
through my body.

"I'm 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 that time.  You will always be able to open 
your eyes again if you really want to, but please 
leave them closed until I ask you to open them.  One ... 
two ... and three, everyone let your eyes close now, let 
your neck relax, let your shoulders drop, just letting 
everything go.  As we go along, you're going to find 
that your mind starts to wander around to other 
thoughts and other places, and that's okay.  Any time 
you find your mind wandering about, simply bring it 
back and focus your attention on my voice or the 
music, and you'll drift a little faster and a little 
more deeply relaxed than you were the moment before."

I had a pretty decent buzz going already, thanks to 
the music and the soothing tones of Carol's voice.  My 
body was heavy and limp, but I could feel the 
wrestling mat underneath me supporting me, making it 
possible to let every muscle go.  My mind wandered for 
a second, then I realized Carol was speaking again.

"...I'm going to mention several muscle groups of your 
body, and as I mention these groups of muscles I want 
you to focus your attention there, really concentrate, 
and relax each group of muscles that I mention."

Starting with the face, Carol called out every major 
muscle group and body part from head to toe.  For each 
group she told us to concentrate, focus, relax this 
and that part, feel the part becoming heavy, loose, 
and lazy.  I kept drifting off to some other place, 
only to catch myself and refocus on Carol's 
instructions.

Once she had gone through all of the muscle groups, 
Carol led us in another series of slow, deep breaths.  
Each breath in filled my body with peace, and each 
breath out let me melt down farther and farther in to 
the soft, safe, comfortable mat.

Carol's voice had become so distant I found it hard to 
make out what she was saying.  Something told me that 
was okay, though, so I simply let her voice merge with 
the low, thrumming tones of the music in my head.  I 
felt my various muscle groups relaxing again, head to 
toe, like the lights being turned off in a skyscraper 
floor by floor.

A pattern of colors began to swirl before my eyes, and 
I felt myself floating down into the middle of 
whatever it was.  It turned out to be a hammock, 
stretched between two trees, waiting to be occupied.  
I was in a small woodland, with grass under my feet 
and enough trees to provide pleasant shade.  There was 
a small stream nearby; the bubbling sound of the water 
running by made the place all the more peaceful.  I 
climbed into the hammock and lay back, swaying slowly 
in the warm breeze.  I watched the tree limbs as I 
rocked back and forth, the sounds of the water still 
in my ears, feeling safe and comfortable.

Perfectly contented, I closed my eyes and let out a 
long, slow breath.  From somewhere right behind me 
Carol spoke some more.  Firm, gentle hands pressed 
down on my shoulders and the world melted away.



My rest was rudely interrupted by the familiar BWAAAP 
of my alarm clock.  Instinctively I rolled toward the 
sound and reached out with an arm to silence the 
obnoxious little box, only to realize that it wasn't 
there.  My mind cleared, and I saw that we were still 
in the dojo.  The alarm sound stopped before I could 
locate the real source of the sound.

"Welcome back everyone," Carol said.  "Take your time, 
don't be in a hurry to start moving around.   Take a 
minute and pay attention to how you feel:  peaceful, 
relaxed, at ease."

She was right, I felt as if I'd had a long afternoon 
nap.  I looked over at Meg and took her hand; her face 
radiated a kind of serenity that echoed my own 
feelings.  A slow, easy look around the dojo told me 
that the other couples were experiencing the same 
thing.  Well, all of them who were left -- the 
skeptical Ellen and her companion were gone, their 
mats returned to the pile at the back of the dojo.  
"What happened to them?" I asked, pointing toward the 
empty spot.

"Ellen and Matt have decided not to continue," she 
explained without explaining.  "I agree with their 
choice.  And now that you've all had a chance to get 
reoriented, let's talk about what you just 
experienced."

Carol then launched into an informal lecture on the 
basic theory of hypnosis.  She described how people 
actually go into and out of various trance states 
normally every day when they drive, watch television, 
read, dance, or do almost anything that requires 
concentration.  "That ability to focus on one thing or 
sensation, so that other sounds and stimuli are 
blocked out or ignored, is what a trance really is," 
she told us.  She went on to explain some of the more 
important principles regarding the hypnotic state:  
that people can always choose to end the trance if 
they wish; people can also choose to reject a 
suggestion if it conflicts with their moral sense or 
doesn't feel safe; and that post-hypnotic suggestions 
wear off if they are not used regularly.  "We've all 
read or heard of stories in which someone drops into a 
trance by hearing some random phrase that they were 
conditioned to years before," she said.  "It makes an 
interesting fictional device, but it could never 
really happen."

Next we discussed how hypnotic inductions actually 
work.  Carol went over the major modes of perception -- 
visual, auditory, and kinesthetic.  "Visual people," 
she explained, "have a strong ability to see things 
with their imaginations.  They can invoke an image and 
describe it in great detail.  Auditory people are very 
attuned to sounds.  Kinesthetics are very good at 
focusing on their own bodies, sensing their own 
movement, position, and location.  During the 
induction we used earlier, I included elements of all 
three.  Unless you are very unusual, each of you 
should have found that one type of instruction seemed 
to work better for you than others.  Maybe you found 
the rhythmic sound from the CD player particularly 
soothing; maybe staring at the dot seemed to focus you 
more; maybe it was easiest for you to focus on the 
various sensations around your body.  Everyone is 
different, but knowing how a person perceives the 
world makes it much easier to help them into hypnosis 
and to form workable suggestions."  Then Carol turned 
to me.  "Patrick, what elements in the induction today 
worked best for you?"

She had caught me off guard; I had to yank my eyes 
back from the graceful curve of her shoulder and think 
fast.  "The auditory," I answered.  "The visual 
imagery of the hammock and the wood were also pretty 
vivid, but it was mostly the music and your voice that 
really put me away."

Carol smiled approvingly and looked to Meg.  "The 
sound was okay," Meg offered, "but it didn't really do 
much for me.  The whole relaxing thing, concentrating 
on specific body parts and noticing all the different 
sensations, that was the thing that really worked for 
me.  I had a hard time visualizing the woods, but I 
could feel myself swinging in the hammock very well.  
I guess that makes me a kinesthetic, right?"

Carol nodded and turned to the next couple.  We 
watched and listened as the other couples related 
their experiences.  Most of them turned out to be 
visual types, plus one or two auditory.  Meg was the 
only kinesthetic in the group.  

"Before we end the session for tonight," Carol 
continued, "I want to demonstrate for you one more 
principle of hypnosis:  it gets much easier with 
practice.  Everyone close your eyes and think back to 
when you were hypnotized earlier.  If you are visual, 
remember the images you saw and how you felt as you 
looked at them; if you are auditory, try to recall the 
sounds from the boom box and let them take you back 
into deep relaxation; if you are kinesthetic, remember 
the sensations of your body relaxing, melting into the 
mats, growing heavy and loose.  Relax your feet 
everyone, your feet and now your calves ... let the 
relaxation spread up your legs ... to your hips ... "  Her 
voice dropping back to the low, sensual tones of a 
while before, Carol guided us all through another 
progressive relaxation.  I was gone before she got all 
the way through, the memory of that sound replaying 
through my head.

When I woke up again I felt invigorated.  My body 
tingled with a quiet excitement.  I looked over at Meg 
and noticed, as if for the first time, the delightful 
curves of her breasts under the sport top she was 
wearing.  I put a hand on her back, partly to draw her 
to me and partly to find out if she was wearing a bra 
underneath.  She wasn't, I concluded as out lips met 
in a hot kiss that put Miracle Grow in my shorts.  I 
was only half aware of Carol's voice in the 
background.  "Our final item tonight is a small 
demonstration of post-hypnotic suggestion," she was 
saying.  "I planted a fairly simple suggestion; you 
should be feeling its affects right now, so I don't 
think I need to tell you what it was.  Please try to 
remember this one thing, though:  if you possibly can, 
I'd like each of you to find some quiet time each day 
and practice putting yourself back into hypnosis.  
You'll find it gets easier if you practice every day."  

Carol saw us all nod, but we weren't really 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."

Meg and I separated reluctantly, our eyes wandering 
back to each other's bodies often as we gathered our 
things and put away the mats.  I did look around 
enough to notice that we were not the only couple 
acting this way.  The 'small demonstration' was 
clearly working in a big way.

As we headed out the door, Carol stopped us for a 
quick aside.  "It's unusual to have only one 
kinesthetic person in a group," she said to Meg.  "I'm 
a kinesthetic too; remind me next week and I'll teach 
you a couple of special techniques."

We thanked Carol and said goodnight, our minds mostly 
occupied with our own special techniques, which we 
intended to put into practice as soon as we got home.


The drive home was interesting, to say the least.  As 
I drove, my eyes kept wandering over to Meg in the 
seat next to me.  I saw the outlines of her nipples 
pressing against the sports top, and her tulip shorts 
had spread open when she sat down in the car seat, 
showing me lots and lots of lean, sexy upper leg.  
Somehow I managed to tear my eyes away enough to watch 
the road.

"So what did you think of the class?" Meg asked with 
forced nonchalance.

"It was ... interesting," I said.  "I wonder what all 
she told us while we were out of it."

Meg moaned a little when I said that.  "I think we 
know at least one thing she did," she replied, as her 
hands cupped her breasts through the stretchy top.  "I 
can't believe how randy I am!  Does it show?"

"You mean your flaring nostrils, the rising color in 
your cheeks, and the way you keep looking at me while 
you grope yourself?  No, I hardly noticed at all."

Meg let out a Bronx cheer, then reached over into my 
lap.  "Feels like I'm not the only one whose boiler 
pressure is rising," she said as her hand clamped down 
on my straining cock.  "How does this feel, wise guy?"  
With a deft movement, she pulled down my zipper and 
started stroking my shaft through my briefs.  

My field of vision narrowed to just the road in front 
of me as I tried to ignore the exquisite sensations in 
my crotch.  Finally I gulped and found a couple of 
words.  "I'm speechless," I confessed.

With an evil laugh, Meg withdrew her hand.  I was both 
relieved and disappointed.  "Are we even going to make 
it home?"

"Probably," she answered.  "But if I don't get that 
dick of yours firmly implanted at the first possible 
moment, I think I'm going to burst."

"You're not driving," I pointed out.  "Go ahead and 
come if you want to; blow off some steam."

"Great idea!"  Meg's right hand dove through the 
waistband of her shorts.  From my vantage point I 
could just make out the shape of her hand as she 
curled her fingers to reach into her seam.  Her 
breathing quickened and deepened, and I felt my own 
body reacting to the low, growling moans that escaped 
her lips.  After a very long few minutes, she groaned 
loudly.   "Shit -- I can't come!" she shouted, her eyes 
still shut and her fingers still working.  "All this 
diddling is only making it worse!"

"Making it worse for me too," I replied with feeling, 
painfully aware of my cock pressing against the back 
of the steering wheel.  "Good thing we're almost 
home."

Meg opened her eyes and checked our position:  about 3 
blocks from the house.  "Hallelujah!" she cried.  "I 
knew you had it in you ... now hurry up so you can get 
it into me."

A small corner of my mind started laughing.  Meg is 
never shy about letting me know when she's horny, but 
I'd never seen her this incensed before.  The fact 
that I was in equally bad shape myself made it all the 
more funny.

An eternity later, we cruised into the garage.  I hit 
the button to close the door and jumped out of the 
car, fumbling with my keys to locate the inside door 
key.  Meg was right behind me, her hands running up 
and down my upper body.  I got distracted and dropped 
my keys onto the concrete floor.  

"Forget it," Meg said fiercely as she grabbed me by 
the shoulders and spun me around, pressing me against 
the doorframe with her sweating body.  "Right here, 
right now," she added, then locked her mouth onto mine 
for a sweltering, deep kiss.  

In moments I felt my pants fall to the floor, followed 
immediately by my briefs.  Not to be outdone, I lifted 
Meg's sports top enough to expose her breasts and 
caressed them, noticing with pleasure that her nipples 
felt as hard as my cock.  Meg dropped to her knees, 
pulling herself out of my hands, and brought her 
tongue to bear against the sides of my shaft.  She 
licked me slowly, sensuously, up one side and down the 
other, tracing rings around the head with the tip of 
her tongue.  One of her hands reached around me and 
started stroking my balls.  We were both breathing in 
heavy gasps.

My head jerked back as Meg squeezed in just the right 
place; I felt something hard behind my head move, 
followed immediately by the sound of a small motor.  
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the garage door 
start to lift.

"Shit!" I cried, stabbing at the switch wildly to 
reverse the movement.  On about the fifth try I 
succeeded, and the door settled back into closed 
position.  Meg used my distracted time to hastily 
strip off her clothing; she stood before me in only 
her sneakers, like a streaker from the 70's.  Pulling 
one foot free from the entangling grip of my pants and 
briefs, I grabbed Meg in a bear hug, lifted her up, 
and set her down on the edge of my workbench about 10 
paces away.  Lips locked together, tongues wrestling 
each other to a draw, I tilted her back a little bit 
and slid into her dripping slit.

"Yes!" she gasped as I buried my cock between her 
legs.  "Oh, this is perfect!  Don't you dare stop!"

"Stop?"  I replied jokingly.  "I've barely started."

Meg's legs wrapped themselves around me, 
simultaneously squeezing my torso and pulling me 
closer to her center.  The rising pitch and frequency 
of her moans told me she was almost there.  I clenched 
down hard with my groin muscle, lifting my cock and 
putting a little extra pressure on the top of her 
canal, and that was all she wrote.  Meg shrieked again 
and again as the orgasm ripped through her body.  I 
was so pleased with her reaction that I barely noticed 
I was still pumping away.  Then, with almost no 
warning, my balls burst and I came.  One spurt after 
another came flying out like water from a fire 
hydrant; part of me wondered if I was going to pull a 
muscle this way.  Finally the fury subsided and we 
collapsed against each other, kissing and stroking as 
we fell into post-coital bliss.  A long time later, we 
separated.  We looked at each other in wonder.

"Wow," I remarked, knowing even as I said it how 
inadequate that word was.

"Definitely a wow," Meg replied.  We both had spit-
eating grins on our faces as we gathered up our 
hastily discarded clothes and carried them into the 
house.



If there's one problem with having a Thursday night 
like we'd had, it's this:  Friday can't help but seem 
lame by comparison.  I spent most of the day glued to 
my desk, updating some CAD drawings with last-minute 
changes from the client.  Once I'd sent the finished 
version across the wire to the print shop, it was just 
after three o'clock -- too early to leave, too late to 
start something new.  

I decided that the best way to kill time until I could 
reasonably go home would be to back up my local data 
files to the network.  Those of us who do design work 
get the nicest PC's in the place and have enough 
storage to keep our files locally so we don't hog the 
network reading and writing our CAD data.  In 
exchange, the network administrator expects us to make 
backups of our drawing files in a special directory on 
the network, where they can be written to tape for 
disaster recovery purposes.  Things are never that 
busy on Friday afternoons, so I figured it was as good 
a time as any to be a good citizen.

As I sat there watching files copy, I thought again 
about the previous night's class.  Going into hypnosis 
had been surprisingly easy, especially the second 
time.  I wondered if I could do it again without the 
extra aid of Carol's voice.  I took a quick survey of 
the neighboring cubicles; nobody home but me.  I 
already knew the boss was off, so all systems were go.

While I was up, I grabbed one of the high-backed 
chairs from the team room and dragged it back to my 
cube.  From the progress on my computer screen, I 
figured I had about twenty minutes to kill.  

I sat down in the high-backed chair, stretched out my 
legs, and put my feet up on the seat of my regular 
chair.  My hands I let fall into my lap.  It was 
almost as comfortable as lying down on the mats in the 
dojo.  I let my eyes close as I took a deep breath in 
and let it out, slowly and easily, as we had done the 
night before.  In my mind's ear I imagined hearing 
that strange musical sound again, flowing through my 
mind, relaxing me, taking me deeper and deeper.  A 
warm, pleasant feeling crept through me, and I 
encouraged it, letting myself grow sleepier and 
sleepier, relaxing, drifting ...

... and waking up suddenly to the feel of a hand on my 
shoulder.  I looked up to see Shirley, our boss's 
secretary, looking down at me with an amused smile.  
"Rough night, Pat?"

"Something like that," I waffled, trying to get myself 
oriented again.

"So take off," she suggested.  "Just about everyone 
else has.  I only came over to rib you about swiping 
one of the good chairs."

I looked at the clock on my computer screen:  4:18.  A 
full hour, and then a little, had gone by while I was 
zoned out.  Too embarrassed to come up with a clever 
reply, I just thanked Shirley, put everything away, 
and went home.

I told Meg about what I'd done over dinner, expecting 
her to share a laugh with me over getting caught by 
Shirley.  She surprised me by saying that she'd done 
the same thing.

"I got home at the normal time," she said -- for Meg, 
that's about 3:30 because she starts work at 6:45.  "I 
took a quick shower, and when I came out I just had 
this idea that it would be fun to see if I could put 
myself under.  I stretched out on the bed and just let 
go, and after a while I felt the buzz and went with 
it.  The phone woke me up -- another long distance 
company trolling for naïve customers -- and I saw it 
was almost 4:30.  I must have been really gone, 
because it only felt like a couple of minutes to me."

"Another of Carol's demonstrations?" I speculated.

"I don't think so," she answered thoughtfully.  "I 
mean, we were all awake when she told us that she 
wanted us to practice going under when we get the 
chance.  I didn't feel as though I had to do it, just 
that it would be interesting to try."

"Same here," I agreed, and let the matter drop.  We 
could always ask Carol about it at the next class.


The weekend was mostly unremarkable.  We spent 
Saturday catching up on errands and odd jobs:  
laundry, washing cars, a little light household 
maintenance, that kind of thing.  Meg practiced her 
self-hypnosis in the morning right after her shower, 
and I did mine after dinner.

Meg had an interesting idea on Sunday.  "Why don't we 
practice together today?"

I shrugged.  "Sure, why not?"  After lunch we retired 
to the bedroom, pulling the shades to filter out most 
of the afternoon sun.  We kicked off our shoes and 
stretched out on the bed, face up, my right hand in 
her left.  Meg started us on a deep breath, but I 
stopped.

"What's wrong?"  she asked.

"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 3:15.  "Just a precaution," I 
explained.  "As nice as this is, I don't want to spend 
the whole afternoon sacked out."

"Good idea," she agreed.  

The alarm set, I resumed my position next to Meg.  We 
each took a series of deep, slow breaths to get 
ourselves started.  As I relaxed into the bed, I could 
sense Meg next to me doing the same.  We found 
ourselves breathing in unison without really trying 
to.  Soon I felt the warm, inviting buzz of hypnosis 
coming over me and I let go into it, confidant that we 
would wake up at the appointed time.

My eyes opened again almost immediately, or so it 
seemed.  I felt wide awake, at ease, rested.  Meg 
stirred next to me.  "What time is it?"

I did a double take at the clock before answering:  
"Three fifteen ... can you believe it?"

"Did the clock go off?"

"No, it didn't."  Puzzled, I scooted over and checked 
the clock.  "Shit -- I set it to 3:15am instead of pm."

"It doesn't seem as though we needed it," she 
observed.

"I guess not.  The question is, was it dumb luck --"

"—or did we wake up just now because we had already 
decided to?"  We both shrugged at that one.  Another 
thing to ask Carol about on Thursday.



I got into the office early on Monday to get some 
extra things done before a 9:30 meeting.  As luck 
would have it, though, our LAN team had chosen Monday 
to roll out an automated update of some sort.  They 
aren't supposed to do those on the CAD systems because 
we have different configurations and hardware from 
most people, but somebody apparently forgot.  Seconds 
after logging in I got a screen message telling me to 
please wait while my system is updated.  A minute or 
so after that, I got the infamous Blue Screen of 
Death.  After leaving a voice mail for the help desk 
and a warning for my cohorts Gary and Barbara, I spent 
the time I had wanted to be working in the cafeteria, 
drowning my sorrows in hot coffee and a blueberry 
muffin.

Other than the meeting, the day was a total loss.  The 
first tech that came up took one look at the PC, saw 
it wasn't a standard configuration, and retreated 
immediately.  The second one looked at it a bit 
longer, asked me what I had changed on the system, and 
looked unbelieving when I explained what had happened.  

After the meeting, and a long lunch with Gary and 
Barbara during which we contemplated various methods 
of torture suitable for the network administrators, my 
PC still wasn't up.  Barbara had the afternoon off so 
I tried to get some work done using her machine, but 
it was like driving someone else's car -- the controls 
are more or less the same, but everything is just 
different enough to be awkward.  By three o'clock, 
with three techs now huddled over my crippled PC 
scratching their heads, I'd had enough and headed home 
in disgust.

Meg's car was in the garage as usual when I got home, 
but the house seemed quiet.  I was still in a pretty 
foul mood, so rather than go looking for Meg right 
away I slipped upstairs to the bedroom.  Changing out 
of my office 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 so still, so peaceful 
looking.  Meg is an active sleeper, rolling around and 
moving her arms and legs as she dreams; seeing her 
this quiet was odd.  I tiptoed around the bed for a 
closer look.

Meg's arms were at her sides, her feet tilted 
outwards.  I could see her eyes flickering around 
under her closed lids and see the slow movement of her 
chest as she breathed.  She was wearing her white silk 
robe, closed but not fastened, and nothing else.  She 
smelled faintly of soap and moisturizer, suggesting 
that she'd had a shower when she got home.

I fingered the edge of her robe, pulling it back ever 
so slightly, peeking at the line of smooth skin 
leading between her breasts, to the navel, and down to 
her thatch.  For about three seconds I thought about 
waking her up; then I had a better idea.

Backing away from the bed, I slipped my own clothes 
off, being careful to make as little noise as 
possible.  I knelt down beside the bed and gently, 
lightly, let my hand come to rest on her stomach.  The 
silk moved under my hand as she breathed.  Watching 
Meg's face carefully for signs of awakening, I moved 
my hand slowly up toward her breast, using just enough 
pressure to let me feel her through the silk robe.  My 
fingers reached the nipple and parted, teasing the 
sides, and I was pleased to feel the nipple stiffen in 
response even as my palm crossed over it and reversed 
directions, stroking downward just as slowly and 
gently.  

The next time I applied just a little bit more 
pressure 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 
moved the material around; after a few minutes I just 
had to peel it aside the rest of the way.  My hand 
brushed down her bare skin one time as I leaned 
forward.  My tongue contacted her exposed nipple as my 
hand came to rest on her mound, fingers reaching down 
to her slit.  I felt her breath in suddenly and her 
legs starting to move, and my eyes darted up to her 
face.  Her eyes were opening, but she still looked 
dazed.

"Relax, Meg," I said, trying my best to imitate 
Carol's smooth delivery.  "There's no need to wake up 
yet.  You're about to have a wonderful, erotic dream.  
Just close your eyes and let it happen, let the dream 
take your mind to new depths of peace and relaxation 
even as you feel your body becoming aroused."  

Meg's eyelids closed down and she sighed a long, lazy 
sigh as she settled back into the bed.  Watching that 
happen sent a rush of adrenaline to my groin that 
almost completely derailed my train of thought.  I'd 
had all kinds of fantasies about Meg responding to my 
voice that way, but seeing it happen in reality was a 
rush unlike anything I'd ever known.  In my 
distraction -- or was it fascination? -- I barely 
noticed that my free hand had taken a firm grip on my 
cock.  I knelt there for several seconds at least, 
just trying to assimilate the powerful erotic feelings 
that had erupted within me, before I remembered what I 
was trying to do.

My cock was screaming for attention, but I willed 
myself to let go and get back to the original plan.  I 
put my mouth over the nearest nipple and sucked, 
running my tongue over the extended tip, while at the 
same time I began probing her slit with my fingers.  
Meg moaned deeply, and soon I could feel moisture 
coating my fingertips as they stroked her center.

As delicately as I could, I rose up and climbed onto 
the bed.  I let my left hand take over on her breast 
momentarily while I kissed my way south, parting her 
legs as I came to rest between them.  I kissed her 
thighs, her mound, her lips, and felt her hips start 
to move up and down.  I lifted my head long enough to 
see that her eyes were still closed and her face 
slack, then dove in to finish the job.

A lick here, a suck there, my hands caressing her legs 
all the while, I watched and listened for signs of 
awakening.  Her breathing remained deep but the pace 
was picking up, and each exhale came with a long, 
sustained moaning sound.  Her body felt heavy and 
loose, but there was no question that she was 
responding and would be ready to come soon.  I thought 
briefly about trying the "you can't come until I tell 
you to" trick that figures into so many of our 
favorite stories, but I opted not to -- I wasn't sure I 
could pull it off, and I didn't want to spoil this by 
trying and failing.

Instead I put the broad side of my tongue right 
against her swollen clit and teased it, rubbing 
against one side and then the other, until the moans 
turned into passionate cries and then to shrieks as 
Meg came.  I did my best to stay in position, trying 
to make the orgasm last as long as I could for her.  
Even in the throes of a climax, she was so relaxed 
that her legs remained almost completely limp on my 
shoulders.

When the shrieks had died down to loud, heavy breaths 
again, I felt more movement on the bed and peeked up 
in time to see Meg's head rising up, her elbows coming 
back to support her.  Her face looked dazed, dizzy ... 
and absolutely beautiful.  

"Honey," I said playfully, "I'm home."



That week passed very slowly for us.  After our little 
experiment Monday, we were both anxious to continue 
with our education.

Apparently we weren't the only ones keen to learn 
more:  when we reached the dojo it was a good twenty 
minutes before the class was supposed to start, yet 
everyone but Carol was already there.    

Meg and I had our mats arranged to our liking and were 
just settling in when Carol arrived.  Her welcoming 
smile beamed at us so brightly that it took me a few 
seconds to realize she wasn't alone.  Behind her was a 
man of average height, slightly balding, with a neatly 
trimmed beard and wire-frame glasses.  His navy blue 
warm-up suit hung loosely on his thin frame.  He 
busied himself setting up the boom box while Carol 
made a few notes in her organizer.

"Good evening," Carol began, setting the organizer 
down.  "It's good to see everyone here bright and 
early.  Has it been an interesting week for you all?"  
She made eye contact with each of us in turn, and 
without fail each of us met her gaze with a sheepish 
grin.  "Excellent!  Before we get started, I'd like 
you all to meet my husband, Jim."  She indicated the 
man who had followed her in.  

Jim waved to the group.  "I'm not a hypnotherapist," 
he quipped, "but I've been known to sleep with one."  
He winked and smiled in a way that made me like him 
instantly.   

"Behave," his wife scolded lightly before turning back 
to us.  "Besides being a card-carrying wiseacre, Jim 
is my oldest and best student.  He'll be helping out 
in several capacities for the rest of the course.  
He's very well trained, so rest assured you can trust 
anything he tells you. 

"Now," she continued, "Are there any questions you'd 
like to toss out before we go any further?"

"I have one."  Tamika, a twenty-something black woman 
in burgundy fleece, spoke up.  Her head was cocked to 
one side and her eyebrows rose high on her forehead as 
she looked at Carol.  "What exactly did you do to us 
last time?"  

A group chuckle erupted -- the question was on all of 
our minds, and it was a relief to hear someone voice 
it.  Carol 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 suggestions to each other, I wanted you to see 
and feel for yourselves that the results we are going 
to talk about are possible -- not just in the abstract, 
but for you specifically.  The best way to prove that 
to you was by example.

"Before bringing you out of hypnosis last week, I 
suggested that upon waking you would be much more 
aware than usual of how sexy your partner really is, 
and that this increased awareness would lead to your 
having sexual thoughts and desires.  Then I suggested 
that each of those thoughts would add to a growing, 
irresistible lust that wouldn't be satisfied until you 
make love with your partner, which you would do at the 
first safe opportunity."

As Carol explained what she'd done, I replayed that 
Thursday night in my mind:  the sudden randiness I'd 
felt when we woke up the last time; the steady buildup 
of need; Meg trying to bring herself off in the car 
and failing, and how it that had affected me; it all 
fell neatly into place.  

Meg broke the silence with a question of her own.  
"Did you make any other suggestions while we were out?  
About practicing every day or anything like that?"

"Yes, I did.  Going into trance is a skill which must 
be practiced.  That's especially true in this context, 
where you are all just beginning to learn and don't 
have a professional to guide you at home.  To help 
you, I suggested that you would find it easy to 
reenter the hypnotic state on your own at will, and 
that each time you try you will go deeper than the 
time before.  I reinforced those concepts several 
times."

"Did you tell us we had to practice every day?"

"Not as a posthypnotic suggestion, no.  If you 
remember, I did suggest after you were fully awake 
that practicing every day would be a good thing.  Did 
everyone do that?"  She looked around at us all; 
everyone was nodding.  "That's very good.  Now that 
you know how easily you can enter the hypnotic state 
on your own, it will be even easier for you to do it 
with your partner's help.  And that leads us directly 
to tonight's first demonstration."

Carol looked over at Jim with a slight nod and he 
joined her at the front of the room.  We watched as he 
stepped behind Carol and put his arms around her, 
holding her firmly just below the breasts.  She pushed 
her long hair to one side out of his face.  He craned 
his neck forward enough to kiss her lightly on the 
cheek, then whispered something into her ear.

The effect was dramatic:  Carol's legs buckled and her 
arms dropped like stones as her body slumped backward.  
Her head pitched to the right and drooped.  Only Jim's 
arms, locked firmly around her ribcage, kept her from 
crumpling to the floor.   I stared wide-eyed at the 
doctor's limp form, fascinated.  Meg's hand found mine 
and squeezed, but neither of us looked away from the 
sight in front of us.

"Rapid induction," Jim said by way of explanation.  
"One of the suggestions I always reinforce with Carol 
is that she will drop into trance whenever I utter a 
particular phrase.  As you can see, it's a very fast 
way to take your partner into trance.  It's also kind 
of fun in its own right," he added, winking at us.

"Can you do that anytime you want?"  I didn't see who 
asked; it was one of the men.

"Pretty much.  Carol and I have been doing this with 
each other for a very long time, so we're both pretty 
strongly conditioned; we respond without even thinking 
about it."

"How long will she stay out?"

"Until I tell her to wake up ... or until my arms give 
out and I drop her on the floor."  We laughed 
nervously at his joke.  Carol was a good four inches 
taller than Jim, and strongly built; I wondered how 
long he could hold her up.

It was a moot point, because as the group quieted down 
again Jim spoke to Carol.  "Wake up on three, darling:  
one, two, three."

Carol's eyes snapped open.  Her face looked blank for 
a second or two, but then she blinked a few times and 
seemed to reorient herself.  "You're wide awake now, 
fully alert," Jim said, but he kept a firm grip on her 
until she cleared her throat and agreed with him.

"That's an important thing to remember," Jim said, 
addressing the class.  "Even though your partner's 
eyes are open and she seems okay, always end with the 
suggestion that she is fully awake and alert.  It 
helps her to focus again on the here and now."

Carol came forward, looking fully alert again.  "Ready 
to try it yourselves?"  She received a general murmur 
of assent.  "Good.  Ladies, lie back and get 
comfortable.  You'll be the subjects tonight.  Guys, 
you are going to help guide your partner into a nice, 
deep trance state.  Jim and 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 
you'll wake her up and practice using the trigger."

Tamika's companion raised his hand looking confused.  
"How do we do the induction?" he asked.  "I don't 
remember that long speech you used last time."

"Of course not," Carol agreed.  "Don't worry, we've 
got some Cliff's Notes for you."  Jim reached into the 
canvas bag they had carried into the dojo with them 
and produced a number of folded booklets.  "These 
booklets have a number of standard induction scripts 
in them," Carol explained while her husband passed out 
the materials.  "You'll recognize several of the 
samples in there from last week, because I blended 
several standard scripts together.  Look these over 
together and pick the one that your partner is most 
comfortable with.  Think about what elements from last 
week's induction worked particularly well for her, and 
choose a script that focuses on those elements."

There was a general buzz as the couples leafed through 
the booklet and talked among themselves.  Carol came 
over to us while Meg and I were still looking at the 
titles.  "Would you like a recommendation?" she 
offered.

"Sure," Meg answered immediately.

"There's one toward the end called 'Hand Breathing'.  
It's a personal favorite of mine; it produces great 
relaxation, and works very well with kinesthetic 
types."

Turning quickly to the relevant page, Meg and I 
skimmed the text.  It certainly looked interesting.   
Meg was up for it, so I began studying the script 
while we waited for further instructions.  It was 
short and pretty simple; I had it just about down by 
the time Carol began addressing the group again.

"Just a few tips on how to use these scripts," she 
said.  "First of all, these are not magical 
incantations.  Just reading one of these out loud to 
your partner is not going to do anything for her.  The 
best way to use these is to realize that an induction 
script is little more than a series of suggestions 
that you are giving to your partner which will result 
in her entering hypnosis.  Don't bury your nose in the 
book and read the script verbatim -- read a line or 
two, understand what it says, and relay that to your 
partner.  If the wording feels awkward, go ahead and 
reword it so that you're comfortable with it.

"Second, it's important that you pay close attention 
to your partner's body.  If you say that her feet are 
becoming relaxed, look at her feet and watch for a 
sign that they are doing it.  If you tell her that her 
eyes are getting tired and heavy, watch them start to 
blink or tear.  The more you can pace the patter to 
what is actually physically happening, the more 
effective your induction will be.

"Finally, keep your voice natural.  A lot of people 
have this notion that a hypnotist should talk like 
Bela Lugosi in 'Dracula', drawing out every word until 
it's almost a chant.  In real life, all that will do 
is make you feel silly and distract your partner from 
what you're actually saying.  Just speak normally and 
you'll be fine.

"Any more thoughts or questions?"  When nobody spoke 
up, Carol nodded.  "Okay, then begin."

Meg had already made herself at home.  She had herself 
stretched out lengthwise on one mat, with another 
acting as a pillow under her head and a third propping 
up her feet.  Her hands were folded together on top of 
her midriff, and her eyes were fixed on me 
expectantly.  "Ready when you are," she said.

I was jittery, anxious, tense.  To give myself a 
little time to settle down I had Meg start with a few 
deep breaths.  Carol caught my eye from across the 
room and put a hand to her diaphragm.  The signal was 
clear:  breathe, Patrick.  So I joined Meg in a couple 
of deep ones and soon I could feel myself growing more 
relaxed and confident.  It even occurred to me that 
this would segue well into the induction we had 
chosen.  Shifting closer to her side, I started the 
induction talk.

"As you're lying there concentrating on your 
breathing," I told her, "I want you to imagine a very 
strange idea.  I wonder if you can imagine that you 
can actually breathe through your fingertips.  Just 
imagine that rather strange idea, that you can 
actually breathe in through your fingertips."  I gave 
her a few seconds to think about that before going on.  
"Imagine that you can feel the air moving in through 
your hands, slowly at first, with perhaps just a faint 
tingling sensation as it flows past your palms.  And 
now just imagine that feeling moving slowly up your 
arms, through your elbows, up to the shoulders.  
Feeling that comforting flow of air moving through 
both arms, both elbows, both shoulders."

I could see Meg's hands twitching a little, her 
fingers spreading apart just a hair, and took that as 
a good sign.  "As you feel that slight tingle, that 
comforting flow of air moving through your arms, you 
may notice that it leaves the muscles in your hands 
feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy.  Just imagine 
that, imagine the air flowing through your hands, 
relaxing them, bringing that tingle through your 
elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as 
it flows through.  Breathe deeply and feel the flow as 
your arms relax so completely."  The twitching 
stopped, and Meg's arms seemed to settle, rising and 
falling as she breathed in and out.  

After a few seconds, I continued.  "As you feel that 
comforting, relaxing flow of air moving through your 
hands, through your arms to your shoulders, maybe 
finding again that faint tingling sensation, perhaps 
in your elbows or forearms this time, then moving down 
through your body.  Down through your chest and 
stomach, down through your hips, down through your 
thighs, into your knees and shins and calves."  The 
script had the word 'down' in italics, so I gave each 
'down' some extra emphasis.  "Again, you might feel 
that faint tingling sensation just there, just below 
your knees, moving down through your ankles and out 
the bottoms of your feet.  And you can find a great 
deal of calmness and easiness in this rather strange 
idea that you can breathe in through your fingers, 
that you can actually feel the air moving through your 
whole body in one single, warming, comforting flow.  A 
unidirectional flow, moving through your whole body in 
one single comforting flow.  The calmness and 
relaxation you breathe in doesn't get involved with 
the tensions and stresses that you breathe away from 
yourself.  With each breath you take, with each word I 
speak, you find yourself becoming steadily more and 
more relaxed."

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 good.  Can you see how well it's working?"

I looked back at Meg's face.  Her jaw looked slack and 
her lips were parted slightly.  "She looks pretty out 
of it to me.  But how do I know she didn't just nod 
off?"

"Look at her eyes.  See how they're moving under her 
lids?  That's called REM, for rapid eye movement.  It 
means her subconscious is active.  Also, notice how 
still she is.  Watch her breathing, see how slow and 
easy it is.  She's going to be nice and deep by the 
time you're done with the patter.  It's going to take 
a little longer for some of the others, though, so 
when you're finished with the script go into a 
deepener.  The staircase one is simple and works 
well."

"Okay."  Carol stood up and moved on to the next 
couple, and I turned my attentions back to Meg.  "Very 
good, Meg.  With each breath you take, each word I 
speak, you find yourself becoming steadily more and 
more relaxed.  As you relax, you begin to notice the 
weight of your head against the soft mat, wondering if 
that weight might seem to gently increase as you relax 
even more.  Feeling also the weight of your feet on 
the pad, and noticing how that weight, too, seems to 
gently increase even as you think about it."  I was 
ad-libbing; the script actually made reference to 
someone sitting in a chair with a footrest.  
Remembering how well Meg had responded Monday 
afternoon, I changed the imagery a little.

"You find that sensation of total relaxation, as if 
you are lying on your own bed after a hot shower, 
sinking gently into the mattress, letting it envelop 
you, feeling totally calm, totally safe.  With each 
breath you take, with each word I speak, allowing that 
feeling of great calmness, comfort, and safety to 
increase.  Feeling that warm, relaxing flow of air 
continuing to move through your whole body, from your 
hands, through your arms, down through your body and 
out through your feet."

That was the end of the 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.

As I led Meg down an imaginary staircase, telling her 
that each step took her deeper into hypnosis, I 
watched her.  As we got closer to the bottom of the 
staircase, it seemed as though her face began to flush 
slightly.  Her eyes continued to flit about under 
closed lids, so I kept reading.  When the deepener was 
over, I looked around for a clue on what to do next.  
Jim caught my eye and came over.

"Looks like you're in good shape," he commented.  
"Have you decided on a trigger yet?"

"I think so."  I told him what I had in mind; he made 
a few suggestions, which I gladly accepted, and told 
me to proceed.

"Meg, darling, you are now in a deep, delicious state 
of hypnosis.  You are more relaxed than you ever 
thought anyone could ever be.  You are completely in 
touch with every part of your body and mind, and they 
are all under your complete control.  It's so 
pleasant, so very pleasant, to let yourself relax this 
way and let me take care of you, let me take care of 
everything.  Would you like to be able to return to 
this wonderful, peaceful state of mind again, Meg?"

I waited.  Several long seconds later, her lips moved 
slightly.  "You are deeply, totally relaxed, Meg," I 
said as Jim had suggested, "and nothing can disturb 
that wonderful feeling.  You will find that you can 
easily speak to me while you are in this state, and 
that it will not disturb your relaxation in the least.  
In fact, speaking while under hypnosis even helps your 
mind to relax even more, taking you deeper and deeper 
with every word.  Would you like to be able to return 
to this deep, satisfying sleep again, Meg?

Her whole mouth moved this time:  "Yes, please."  

"You can, Meg.  You can return to this state any time 
you wish.  In fact, whenever I say the phrase 
'Goodnight, Gracie' you will immediately close your 
eyes and relax, letting yourself slide so easily, so 
deeply back into hypnosis.  Every time I say 
'Goodnight, Gracie' you will find it easier and easier 
to just let go.  Every time I say 'Goodnight, Gracie' 
you will go deeper into hypnosis than the time before.  
You won't have to think about it, you will simply let 
go and trust me to take care of you.  Will you do 
that, Meg?  Will you let me take you back into deep, 
wonderful hypnosis by saying 'Goodnight, Gracie' to 
you?"

"Yes."

"Then that's what will happen, darling.  'Goodnight, 
Gracie' will be your hypnotic trigger from now on, and 
you will always go immediately into a deep hypnotic 
sleep when I say those words to you.  Won't you?"

"Yes, I will."

"Very good, Meg.  Rest now, darling.  Just let 
yourself drift and relax, rest and sleep, until I say 
your name again."  

Jim nodded approvingly from his position at Meg's 
feet, then went on to another couple.  I sat back and 
watched Meg some more, waiting for the next step.  The 
realization of what I had done -- actually induced a 
deep hypnotic trance, on purpose -- started to sink in.  
Despite all the hypnofetish stories I'd read, I wasn't 
really prepared for the power rush that came from 
realizing I could actually do this.  The possibilities 
were staggering ... not to mention arousing.  

The wait wasn't too long, only about ten minutes.  Meg 
never stirred; in fact, the only way I could tell she 
was still breathing was by putting a hand just over 
her face.  I wondered how much of this she would 
remember later.  I wondered how much I would remember 
when it was my turn, and felt my cock grow another 
inch in response.

"Okay, gentlemen."  Carol was back at the front of the 
room, speaking more quietly than usual but addressing 
us all.  "Now that you have your suggestions 
implanted, it's time to exercise them.  In a few 
moments, I'm going to have you wake your partner up.  
Some of these ladies are pretty deep, so it may take a 
few seconds for them to come out 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 to relax, let go, feel 
herself slipping back into hypnosis even deeper than 
before.  That will probably do the trick; even after 
waking, people tend to stay very suggestible for a 
while.  Once she is back down, I want you to reinforce 
the trigger suggestion, then wake her up again.  Keep 
doing that until I tell you to stop.  Every time you 
take her back down, keep telling her that she is going 
deeper than before.  Questions? ... Then go ahead, wake 
her up."

Here goes, I thought to myself, and turned back to 
address Meg.  "Time to wake up, Meg.  I'm going to 
count to three, and when I reach three your eyes will 
open and you will be fully awake.  One ... two ... three."

Meg's eyes opened very slowly, taking several seconds 
to finally focus.  "That was ... interesting," she 
remarked as she met my gaze.  She started to rise up.

"Stay down," I said, and was somewhat surprised to see 
her drop back against the mat immediately.  I think 
Meg was surprised too; her face took on a vaguely 
puzzled look.

"I must have been really out of it," she remarked.  
"What happens next?"

"Goodnight, Gracie."  The eyes that were watching me 
glazed over, and the puzzled look deepened.  

"Huh?"  She was struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Relax and let go," I said soothingly.  "Don't fight 
it, just let it happen.  Let the trigger phrase take 
you swiftly, easily down into your deepest, most 
comfortable sleep."  As Carol had predicted, Meg gave 
up the struggle immediately and sank back into the 
cushions below.  I repeated myself several times, 
encouraging her to sink deeper and deeper, then ran 
through the trigger suggestions again.  It took all of 
my concentration to focus on that instead of the 
growing lump in my pants.  When Meg had again agreed 
to respond to the trigger, I counted to three and woke 
her up again.

She came to more quickly this time.  "Hey," she 
started, "What did you d--"

"Goodnight, Gracie."  Meg didn't finish her question; 
her face blanked as I said the magic phrase and this 
time she dropped on cue.  I gave her the generic 
deepening suggestions again anyway, just to help 
things, and went through the sequence with her several 
more times.  After about fifteen minutes of this Meg 
was dropping like a rock.  

One time as Meg was waking up, Carol came over.  "How 
are you doing?" she asked, looking at Meg.

"Don't ask me," she retorted, "I can't seem to get up 
off my back."

"Can you sit up?"

"I think so."  Meg pulled herself gingerly into a 
sitting position.

"Is that better?"

"Yes."

"Good."  Looking back to me, Carol added, "Go ahead."

I put an arm around Meg's shoulders.  "Goodnight, 
Gracie."  I was expecting her to fall backwards, but 
instead she tipped to her left, landing mostly in my 
lap.  

"Start giving her a little 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 
deeper.  Just lengthen the awake time by a few seconds 
each cycle and you'll have her well conditioned."

I followed her instructions as given, letting Meg have 
a slightly longer 'awake break' between triggers each 
time.  Carol was right again; Meg did seem to need 
more time to come out of it as we kept going.  I 
started letting Meg get up and move around during her 
awake times, but I made sure I was in position to 
catch her before giving her the trigger again.  By the 
time Carol called an end to the exercise, Meg and I 
were able to duplicate what Carol and Jim had done at 
the beginning:  I could stand behind Meg, give her the 
trigger, and catch her as she let go.

Meg was stunned when she saw how much time had elapsed 
since the start of the hand-breathing induction.  She 
had been more or less out of it for the better part of 
an hour.  "How much do you remember?" I asked her.

"Not much," she answered after some thought.  "I 
remember the hand breathing bit, although I sort of 
drifted off once or twice during that.  At some point 
you shifted into something about a staircase.  I half 
remember other voices, but they were distant -- I 
didn't try to make out the words.  And then you 
started doing the yo-yo thing on me, waking me up and 
sending me back down again right away.  After a bit of 
that I got completely lost.  All I knew was that you 
kept putting me under, and it felt good and I didn't 
want to keep waking up."  She took a quick look left 
and right, then lowered her voice and added, "And the 
more I think about it, the more my juices get flowing, 
if you get my drift."

"I get it all right," I confessed.  "It's pretty hot 
from my end, too.  The power rush I get from watching 
you zone out on command ... there's no way to describe 
it.  You'll see what I mean."

"I can't wait."  We pressed each other tightly in a 
hot, passionate kiss that promised more at the 
evening's end.

Jim and Carol had shooed us out of the main training 
room for our break; when the second half of the class 
started, Carol explained why.  "While you were taking 
your break, Jim took me back into hypnosis and gave me 
a series of suggestions designed to illustrate some of 
the simple but effective things you can do with 
partner when you use hypnosis at home.  We're going to 
describe some basic types of suggestions, and then you 
are going to develop one or two of your own and try 
them out."

Meg and I exchanged intrigued glances as Carol 
continued.

"First, there is the type of suggestion you 
experienced last week -- one that stimulates desire.  
The subconscious mind takes everything at face value; 
if you tell your partner under hypnosis that something 
is very sexy to her, it will be.  Even something as 
commonplace as a fire hydrant can become a highly 
erotic image if you suggest to her that it is.  As you 
all felt last week, desire-enhancing suggestions are 
very powerful."

I had to agree with that one; the suggestion had 
certainly been effective on us.

"Another type of suggestion with good erotic potential 
is one that manipulates physical sensations.  You may 
have heard of people using hypnosis for pain 
management during dental procedures, for example.  
Hypnosis can be used in those cases to lessen 
sensation, but it can also be used to heighten it."  
As Carol finished her statement, Jim reached over 
silently and stroked her left arm.  Carol's eyes 
opened wide at his touch and she drew in a sharp 
breath.  "For example," she continued in a labored 
tone, "one of Jim's suggestions was that my left arm 
has become an erogenous zone.  Whenever he ... oooh ... 
touches my arm ... oooooh ..."

"Her subconscious causes her to react as if I'd 
touched her somewhere much more intimate," Jim 
concluded for her, still lightly stroking her arm.  
"You can also use suggestion to make the touch more or 
less sensitive.  For instance, I suggested that a 
touch on her elbow would be twice as erotic as 
anywhere else on the arm."  With that, he tweaked the 
point of her elbow between his fingers.

"Yes!" Carol gasped heavily, the truth of Jim's 
statement evident in her face.  "Yes, it is."

I felt Meg's hand pressing against my thigh and 
noticed that once again I had a first class hard-on in 
progress.  I wondered how far they would take the 
demonstration.

"This is a great suggestion for a number of different 
situations," Jim continued.  "Believe it or not, it is 
possible with practice to bring make your partner come 
just by casual touch this way."  Looking at Carol's 
face, I had no trouble believing him.  Rather than 
prove it, though, Jim stopped stroking his wife's arm.  

She paused a few moments to regain her composure, then 
continued the talk.
"Another, closely related technique is to invoke what 
we like to call body memory.  Just as your mind can 
recall facts, sounds, and events, your subconscious 
can also recall physical sensations."

"A posthypnotic suggestion can cause you to experience 
those sensations again at a later time and place," Jim 
added.  "Like this."  

On the word 'this', Carol closed her eyes and leaned 
back against the wall.  Her arms dropped loosely to 
her sides and she sighed contentedly.  "For our last 
anniversary, Jim gave me a full day at Elizabeth 
Arden," she explained.  "It was wonderful.  Right now 
I'm re-experiencing the full body massage."

"This isn't a full-blown hallucination," Jim added.  
"Carol is fully aware of where she really is and what 
she is really doing."

"That's right," she agreed.  "But at the same time, 
I'm getting the physical sensation of a skilled 
masseur working on me.  I can feel the warmth of the 
massage oil, the pressure of his hands, the softness 
of the towel over my bottom.  And my body is relaxing 
in response, at least as much as it can while I'm 
standing here talking to you."

She certainly looked relaxed.  Then Jim snapped his 
fingers and Carol stood up straight again, the 
playback apparently over.

"That was a relatively modest demonstration of body 
memory," she said.  "But with practice, you can make 
it work for any memorable physical experience."  Her 
tone of voice made it quite clear that we could take 
"any" literally.  

Carol cleared her throat before continuing.  "And 
finally, the one I suspect you've all been wondering 
about."  She stepped back against the wall again and 
nodded to Jim.

"Yes, Virginia," he said, "you can use hypnosis to 
induce an orgasm."

The effect on Carol was 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 times, then fell to her knees with a heavy, happy 
sigh.

"The subconscious can control almost any bodily 
function," Jim explained while Carol recovered, "even 
those that we think of as involuntary.  Before you get 
grandiose ideas, though, let me tell you right off 
that it takes a very experienced subject to be able to 
orgasm on command.  Don't even try it until you are 
both doing well with the simpler suggestions."

"Besides," Carol remarked, "There's something a little 
hollow about a climax induced by nothing more than 
hypnotic suggestion.  To me, it's like cheating at 
Solitaire; you might win, but it doesn't mean as much 
because it came too easily."  We all groaned at the 
unintended pun.

"In fact," Jim added, "this would be a good time to 
admit that I cheated with that last demonstration.  
Carol and I have experimented before with a purely 
physical orgasm, and frankly the results have been 
underwhelming.  So to make the demonstration a little 
more dramatic, I added some body memory elements to 
the suggestion:  I told her that the next time I said 
the word 'orgasm', she would actually experience all 
the physical sensations that accompanied her last 
orgasm.  The use of body memory along with the 
autonomic control gives a better result than just 
saying, 'You will have an orgasm.'"

Carol had one more point to add.  "Another thing you 
should make note of on that last suggestion is that it 
wasn't left open-ended.  Jim specifically said that I 
would respond the next time he said the word 'orgasm'.  
If he had simply said, 'When I say the word 'orgasm' 
you will have one,' I'd be passed out on the floor by 
now from the exertion.  That may sound pretty erotic 
to some of you but trust me, it gets old fast.  Always 
think about that when formulating suggestions.

"Also, be very careful in choosing your language.  The 
subconscious takes everything you say literally; it 
doesn't process slang, euphemisms, sarcasm, or humor 
the way the conscious mind does.  A suggestion like, 
'The sound of my voice makes you hot,' might get your 
partner to take her clothes off, but she won't be 
feeling very amorous if she's sweating like an ox and 
guzzling ice water.  Using the clinical terms for your 
genitals may seem cold and unsexy now, ladies, but 
it's better than having your man get an erection 
whenever he spots your cat."

We all had a good laugh, but the point was well taken.  
Carol reminded us 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 our own 
devising.

"Use your imagination," she urged us.  "Ladies, don't 
be shy -- if there's something you want to try, tell 
him now."

I looked at Meg.  "Any preferences?"

"Surprise me," she said, lying down on the mat.

I had a pretty good idea in mind already, so I said 
the magic words, "Goodnight, Gracie," and watched her 
fade out.  I took her through the usual deepeners, 
making sure she was way under.  After all the earlier 
practice, the words flowed straight from memory to 
mouth; I fancied I was getting pretty good at this.  
Since the trigger suggestion had worked so well, I 
decided to frame my new suggestion in much the same 
way.

"Meg," I said softly, "I want you to think back to 
last Monday afternoon, when you were practicing your 
trance and I brought you to orgasm.  Did you enjoy 
that experience?"

"Oh, yes," she breathed.

"Would you like to experience that again?"

"Yes, please."

"As you wish, darling.  Your body remembers all of the 
sensations, all of the feelings, all of the sights and 
sounds and smells, of that experience.  Your body 
remembers, Meg, and when I give you the signal you 
will experience the relaxation, the pleasure, and the 
orgasm in every detail, as though it were happening 
again.  You will again feel the softness of the bed 
beneath you, the sexy smoothness of your silk robe 
against freshly showered skin.  You will again hear my 
voice and relax, just as you did Monday.  You will 
again feel the weight of my body on yours as I spread 
your legs apart and position myself between them.  You 
will again feel my kisses on your thighs and your 
groin, my tongue touching all of your private parts 
one by one.  You again will feel yourself growing more 
and more aroused, even as your body relaxes under my 
touch, and you again will react exactly as you did 
that day.  You will let the pleasure build inside you 
until you have an orgasm, and when you do that orgasm 
will be as strong and as satisfying as any you can 
remember having.  All of this will happen when I give 
you the signal.  Do you understand, Meg?"

"Yes, Patrick."

"Good.  The signal that will cause you to re-
experience that memory is the word 'anticlimax.'  
Later tonight, when you are fully awake and alert, I 
will say the word 'anticlimax' to you and that will be 
your signal.  Your body will respond automatically to 
that signal, just as it does when I give you the 
signal to go back into trance.  You won't have to 
think about it, you won't want to resist, you will 
simply allow yourself to experience those wonderful 
feelings again.  Okay?"

"Okay."

It was a pretty complicated suggestion, so I went over 
it with her a few more times.  Once I was sure I'd 
covered all the bases, I woke Meg up.  Her eyes 
fluttered open and she sat up.  "What now?"

I shrugged.  "We wait for further instructions, I 
guess."

Carol noticed Meg's rising and came over to check on 
us.  "Done already?"  

We both nodded.  "What's next?" Meg asked.

"That's up the two of you," she replied.  "You've got 
ten or fifteen minutes to kill while I finish up with 
the others.  After that, just a few closing remarks 
and we'll call it a night."

Meg looked at me expectantly after Carol left us.  
"Well, aren't you going to try out whatever surprise 
you've planted in my psyche?"

"I thought I'd save it for at home, when we're alone."

"Oooooh," she cooed.  "It must be a goody.  What is 
it?"

I was feeling playful.  "Don't you remember?  I didn't 
tell you not to."

"No, I don't," Meg complained after thinking.  "I 
guess I was too out of it to remember.  But you don't 
want to do it here, so it must be pretty explicit."

I just shrugged and smiled mysteriously.  "Could be."

"It's a blowjob, isn't it?  You're going to say a 
magic word and I'll feel compelled to go down on you."

"You do that anyway when I ask nicely."

"A strip tease, then."

"Nope."

"Lap dance?"

"No," I laughed.  "But thanks for all the good ideas."  
That got me a raspberry and a light smack across the 
leg.  The guessing game might have continued, but just 
then we both heard a loud 'Whoo!' from nearby:  

Tamika was awake, we saw, and had a shocked look on 
her face.  Her companion held one of her hands and was 
watching her face.  He petted Tamika's hand lightly 
and she whooped again, her mouth falling open and eyes 
bulging.  Her other hand dove between her legs as if 
she had dropped an ice cube down there.  A few more 
light strokes and her expression gradually changed 
from surprise to lust.

"That looks like fun," Meg remarked, but I didn't 
bite.

The other couples were finishing up soon, too.  One 
woman giggled and squeezed her legs together every 
time her mate said a trigger word.  Another seemed 
unable to take her eyes off her husband's crotch.  The 
most surprising moment for me came when a willowy 
blonde -- I think her 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 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 
few seconds later told us she was getting quite a 
charge out of it.

"Sure you want to wait until we get home?" Meg asked 
again.

"Would you rather do it now?"  The other couples' 
antics had gone a long way toward easing my 
inhibitions; compared to Pam, what I'd set up for Meg 
seemed relatively tame.

"Why not?"

"Okay," I replied, feigning reluctance.  "After what 
we just saw, though, I'm afraid this may be a bit of 
an ... anticlimax." 

As I expected, Meg's body relaxed on cue.  I was able 
to catch her as she pitched forward and hold her more 
or less upright against me.  Her eyes were closed, but 
I sensed she was still awake.  

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.  

"Relax and enjoy the ride," I told her, easing her 
down onto the mat.  The first moans came shortly 
after, and that brought Carol over to our side.

"I see you've found something to do," she observed, 
winking.

"Body memory," I explained.  "We tried a little 
independent study activity a few days ago."  

Carol looked closely at Meg.  Was that a gleam of 
excitement in her eye?  Meg's legs had spread, and she 
was moaning freely as her body reacted to the memory 
of my lips and tongue.  "It appears you've learned 
well," she allowed.

Meg's physical responses matched what I remembered 
from Monday, sound for sound.  Her moaning grew louder 
and faster as she became more and more aroused.  I 
watched alternating between fascination and a strange 
kind of envy --part of me wished that I were the one 
draped across the floor wallowing in sexual bliss.  I 
had a feeling we were beginning to attract attention, 
but other than a quick peek in Carol's direction I 
didn't dare check to see who else might be looking.  
The crescendo continued to build just as I remembered 
it until Meg went over the edge into an orgasm that, 
from the looks of her, was every bit as powerful as 
the original.  

When it was finally over and Meg's labored breathing 
was the only sound I could hear, I looked around:  
Carol, Jim, and all of our classmates were staring, 
spellbound, at Meg's quivering form.  Soon Meg opened 
her eyes, noticed the crowd, and realized she was the 
center of attention.

"Oh, shit!" she groaned, dropping back down to the mat 
and covering her reddening face with her hands. 

There was a quick wave of nervous laughter, then Carol 
and Jim began to applaud.  The rest of the group 
joined in quickly.  Meg started to laugh too, and soon 
her hands came away from her face to reveal a healthy 
grin.  "I'll get you for this," she promised me as I 
helped her back up to a sitting position.

"Me?" I mock protested.  "I'm the one who wanted to 
wait until we got home, remember?"

Meg hugged me tightly.  "We can still do it again at 
home, right?" she whispered hotly into my ear.

"Any time you want."



Circumstances conspire now and again to frustrate us.  
So it was that weekend.  Meg was on call and ended up 
working both days because the MRI tech who was 
supposed to be on duty quit suddenly.  I found out 
Saturday night that some clueless VP at our firm had 
graciously agreed to let a client push up a deadline 
by three weeks, which pretty much killed my schedule 
too.

By Tuesday afternoon I was sufficiently caught up that 
I could seriously entertain the idea of going home a 
little early.  I was tired and burned out, and I 
hadn't seen Meg much since Friday.  It was 3:20, so I 
dialed Meg's cell phone.

She answered on the first ring.  "Hi, honey."

"Hey.  You almost home?"

"Almost.  Why?"

"I'm having evil thoughts."

I could imagine the sly smile coming over her face.  
"Oh really?  Anything you'd like to share?"

"Call me when you get home, okay?"

"Sure thing."

A long fifteen minutes later, the phone rang.  I made 
sure that our home number was on the display before 
answering.  "Hello there," I said.  "What phone are 
you using?"

"The bedroom phone.  Why?"

"Are you laying down?"

"No, I'm sitting on the edge."  She chuckled softly, 
then in a sexy voice she added, "Do you want to know 
what I'm wearing?"

"First things first," I replied.  "Put me on 
speakerphone, then lie down on the bed."

I took a quick peek around to see who was within 
earshot.  Greg was out at an appointment; Barbara was 
on the phone herself and looked pretty absorbed.  A 
clicking noise told me Meg had switched to 
speakerphone.

"Okay ... now what?"  Her voice sounded hollow and 
distant thanks to the speakerphone.  

"Goodnight Gracie."  I listened for some kind of 
response, but there was none -- the trigger must have 
worked, I reasoned, or Meg would have come 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 
her I had no way to gauge her depth, so I repeated 
variations on that deepening theme for a minute or so 
to be safe.  Then I put my 'evil thoughts' into 
action.

"Meg," I said in what I was beginning to call my 
hypnotist's voice, "when was the last time we made 
love?"

"Saturday morning," she answered sleepily.  

"That's right, Saturday morning.  Over three days ago.  
That's a long time for us, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"A very long time," I agreed.  "So long, in fact, that 
it's difficult to imagine going much longer.  You're a 
healthy young woman with an active libido, Meg.  It 
isn't natural for you to be deprived of sexual 
pleasure for so long.  In fact, even now you can feel 
the craving for sex beginning to color your thoughts.  
Your body wants its pleasure, and it will not be 
denied.  With every passing minute, your sexual desire 
increases.  It will not be satisfied until you have 
made love with me and we have both had an orgasm.  Do 
you understand, Meg?"

"I understand."

"Very good.  As your desire builds, you may find that 
you want to do things to please yourself.  You may do 
anything you like in that way as long as you don't 
leave the house.  The energy, the passion, will 
continue to build within you right up to the point of 
orgasm, but you will not have an orgasm until I tell 
you to.  Is that also clear?"

"Yes."

"Excellent.  I am going to count to three now.  When 
you hear me reach the count of three, you will turn 
off the speakerphone, resume sitting on the edge of 
the bed, and awaken.  Your conscious mind will not 
remember this call at all, but your subconscious will 
remember and follow all of my instructions.  One ... two 
... three."  

I heard a faint rustling sound, then a click as the 
speakerphone was shut off.  I imagined Meg sitting up 
on the bed with a blank expression, then suddenly 
snapping awake.  Sure enough, a few seconds later the 
phone rang again and our home number showed on the 
display.

"Hi, Meg," I answered in my best nonchalant voice.

"Hi again.  I'm home ... what's up?"

"I was thinking about sneaking out of here and taking 
you out for an early dinner."

"I like the way you think," she responded.  "In fact, 
I know a way we can work up a nice, healthy appetite 
first."  

I could hear the lust in her voice already; this was 
going to be fun.  "I'm sure you do.  See you soon, 
love."

I almost made it, too.  Within 20 paces of the 
elevators, I turned a corner and ran smack into Marty, 
my boss.

"There you are!" he said.  "I've been looking all over 
for you.  I need you on a conference call with 
Henderson and company."

Henderson was the client who'd screwed up my weekend.  
My heart sank.  "When?"

"Now -- Shirley's got 'em on hold for me."

I put on my best I'm-dealing-with-another-crisis-
right-now face and checked my watch for effect.  "Can 
we do it tomorrow instead?"

"I tried that already."  I suspected as much -- Marty's 
a pretty decent guy and hates like hell to ask anyone 
to jump through a hoop.  "They say it's only a few 
questions, but they've got trades waiting on the 
answers."

Big sigh.  "Let's do it, then."  

As often happens in these cases, a few questions led 
to a few follow-up questions, which led to several 
other people 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 hung up the phone I bolted for 
the door and didn't look back.  Still, by the time I 
got home it had been over 90 minutes since I'd talked 
to Meg.

I opened the door slowly, not sure what to expect.  
From the living room I heard grunting and moaning, 
loud and insistent.  I locked the door and headed that 
way.

I was totally unprepared for what I found there.  Meg 
lay buck naked on the couch, her knees drawn up, one 
hand at her crotch with three fingers buried in her 
slit.  Her other hand was working at a breast, 
squeezing furiously.  I must have made a noise, 
because her eyes wrenched open and fixed on me.  
"There you are!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," I began, 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 me, put her hands on either side of my face, 
and kissed me harder than I've ever been kissed 
before.  For a split second I flashed back to an old 
horror movie and imagined Meg was some kind of demon 
trying to suck the soul out of me.  I decided I 
deserved at least that.

"You're just in time," Meg said intently after 
breaking off her lip lock.  I felt her hands begin 
clawing at my belt buckle.  "Let's see what you 
brought home for me."  Before she was done speaking, 
my pants were hitting the floor and her hand was 
reaching through the front slit in my briefs.  I was 
about two-thirds erect and growing.  "Attaboy," she 
said, her hand starting to knead my burgeoning member.  
"That's just what I need, lover.  Just exactly what I 
need."  I cupped a hand over one of her breasts, but 
she pushed the hand aside.  "No need for that, I'm 
way, way ahead of you.  But I know just how to help 
you catch up."

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 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 down the back of my 
scrotum, stroking that highly sensitive line leading 
backward.  I moaned helplessly as my brain turned to 
mush and my cock felt like it grew another two inches.

"Ah, he likes that," she remarked between kisses.  
"Let's see how he likes this."  Her tongue reached out 
and slowly, sensuously traveled up and down the 
underside of my shaft.  My legs got weak; I grabbed 
onto the bookcase for support.  Meg chuckled again as 
her free hand traveled up and around my thigh, then 
spread out over most of my buttock and squeezed.   My 
body told me I was about 20 seconds away from one hell 
of an orgasm, less if I didn't get that tongue off my 
shaft.  

Summoning all of my strength, I grabbed her under the 
armpits and hauled her back upward, spinning around at 
the same time.  Now it was Meg jammed against the 
bookcase, and at almost the perfect height.  I jacked 
her up a little more and positioned my cock between 
her legs.  She got the message and reached down 
between us to guide me into her as I lowered her down.  
Her legs crossed behind my back and her arms went 
straight out to hold onto the bookcase.  I put both 
hands on her butt and pulled her to me, working her up 
and down on my shaft.  Meg picked up on my rhythm and 
started working with me, using her grip on the 
bookcase to help lift and drop, lift and drop.  Her 
breasts bobbed tantalizingly close to my face, but I 
couldn't quite reach them without breaking contact and 
I wasn't about to do that.  

Meg was babbling incoherently.  Her pelvic muscles 
squeezed down against my iron rod.  I felt 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, feeling 
and hearing Meg at the same time.  My arms and legs 
were locked while my cocked pumped and fired.  At some 
point Meg started to relax against me, and I somehow 
managed a controlled fall backwards onto the living 
room floor before passing out.

When I came to, Meg was unconscious on the floor next 
to me.  Creaking a little, I rolled partway over and 
kissed her forehead.  I went on to kiss her nose, her 
closed eyes, her cheek, then as I reached her lips 
they parted and welcomed me.  We kissed slowly, 
lovingly, for who knows how long.  Finally we came up 
for air.

"So," Meg sighed.  "Are you hungry yet?"



By Thursday afternoon Meg was thoroughly keyed up.  
The pizza delivery guy was right on my heels, and I 
was amused to see that Meg had already set the table 
with disposable plates and cups.  "Quick, easy 
cleanup," she explained.

"A little eager, are we?" I teased.

"You bet I am," she replied.  "Tonight it's my turn to 
have fun."

I wasn't quite 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 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 at first, but in the end 
she said that all was forgiven.  Was it really?

My face must have given me away.  "That didn't come 
out right," she said quickly, dropping her pizza and 
fixing her eyes on mine.  "The things we've done so 
far have been ... intense.  It excites me knowing that 
with two simple words you can put me under a spell and 
make my body do these incredible things.  I love 
giving up control to you."

"But ..." I prompted, knowing there had to be one coming 
soon.

Meg thought a little more before continuing.  "But, so 
far it's been one-sided.  I want to know what it's 
like to put you under my spell and watch your body 
obey my commands."

"I understand, honey," I said truthfully.  "Last week 
when you were responding to the 'anticlimax' trigger, 
I was a little bit jealous of how easily you were able 
to just let yourself go.  That's something I want to 
experience first hand."

"You will," she promised.  "I owe you a payback or 
two," she added, grinning slyly.

"Be gentle with me," I pleaded jokingly.

"Eat your dinner," she replied sternly.  "You're going 
to need your strength later."


We ate quickly and cleaned up even more so, no major 
feat considering all we had to do was put away the 
leftover pizza and toss everything into the trash can.  
We were underway soon after, in plenty of time to get 
to class.

On the way over, I wondered to myself what suggestions 
Meg might use once she had me under hypnosis.  I 
floated an innocent query, but she wasn't talking.  
"You'll find out in due time," she teased.

Part of me kept thinking about Tuesday.  She'd used 
the word 'payback' at dinner; I wondered if she had a 
big-time tease in mind, something like what I had 
accidentally done to her.  The idea was actually a 
little arousing, but then in a flash I had an 
interesting idea of my own -- sort of a preemptive 
strike.

I looked over at Meg.  She was sitting in the 
passenger seat quietly, looking out the side window.  
"Goodnight Gracie," I said.

Meg's body slumped down in the seat.  Her seat belt 
held her more or less upright, but her arms hung 
limply from her sides and her head flopped to the side 
against the headrest.  "Meg," I said quickly but 
deliberately, "listen carefully.  Hypnosis is very 
sexy to you, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," she answered distantly.

"That's right.  In fact, Meg, you will discover 
tonight that hypnotizing me is a very powerful 
aphrodisiac for you.  Seeing me go into trance is the 
sexiest, most arousing thing 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 will continue to increase, leading to a 
natural desire to use your hypnotic power to seduce me 
and bring pleasure to us both.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"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, but your subconscious will remember and you 
will react accordingly.  One ... two ... three."  I kept 
my eyes fixed on the road, but in my peripheral vision 
I saw Meg's head jerk as she awoke, then settle back 
into its original position.  "You okay?" I asked.

"Fine," she answered off-handedly.  "Just wool-
gathering, I guess."

Inwardly, I grinned.




As usual, all of the students were settled in at least 
15 minutes ahead of our scheduled start time.  "The 
great thing about this class," Carol remarked wryly 
when she and Jim entered the dojo and saw all of us 
waiting, "is that we never have a problem with late 
arrivals."  The ensuing group chuckle was interesting, 
in that it had a mixture of nervous and eager 
components to it.  

"We don't need much in the way of preliminaries this 
week," Carol began after noting the attendance in her 
book.  "We'll start out pretty much like last week, 
except in the opposite roles.  Men, go ahead and get 
nice and comfortable and start to relax.  Ladies, you 
will choose an induction and guide him into a nice, 
deep state of hypnosis.  Once you've got the guys nice 
and deep, we'll go over how to establish a trigger and 
reinforce it, just like they did with you last week.  
Any questions from last week before we start?"

Pam, the lanky blonde who had been flashing us the 
previous week, put her hand up.  "Are these triggers 
permanent?"

"Good question.  The answer, as in so many cases when 
you're dealing with the mind, is that it depends on 
the individual.  Post hypnotic suggestions have a lot 
in common with classical conditioning, in that the 
learned responses have to be reinforced periodically 
or 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 over at me.  "Patrick, what 
was the trigger phrase you used last week to put Meg 
in trance?"

Without thinking, I answered.  "Goodnight, Gracie."  
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Meg's body sag and 
realized my mistake just in time to catch her and ease 
her down onto the mat.

"Very good," Carol remarked.  "When was the last time 
you used that trigger with her?"

"About half an hour ago," I answered sheepishly.  "In 
the car on the way here."

Carol grinned.  "Were there other times between last 
Thursday and tonight that you used the trigger?"

"A couple."  I felt the blood creeping into my cheeks 
as I thought about Tuesday afternoon again.

"Okay," Carol said.  "As you can see, if you practice 
using the trigger it remains strong.  Is there anyone 
here who has not used their trigger at least once 
since last week?"

Nobody raised a hand.  I was amused to note a couple 
of the women looking at their mates suspiciously.  

"Very good," she affirmed.  "Just for argument's sake, 
though, suppose one of you hadn't.  The chances are 
good that with no reinforcement for a week, you might 
find that just saying the trigger is no longer enough 
to get the quick response you were getting last week.  
She may react slowly, perhaps going into a light 
trance only.  You may have to say the trigger several 
times, or start an induction patter or deepener in 
order to persuade your partner to let go to you.  
Leave it unused for a longer time and the response 
will continue to weaken until the trigger has no 
affect at all.  With a little practice, though, you 
get the result we saw with Meg.  You might want to 
wake her up now, by the way."

I grinned and woke Meg while Pam asked a follow-up 
question.  "So if you don't use it, it wears off after 
a while?"

"That's right."

"So how often do you have to practice to keep that 
from happening?"

Carol shrugged.  "Again, it depends.  For most people, 
a couple of times a week is a good idea for a new 
trigger.  Once it's been well established, you can 
probably ease off a little without losing much 
effectiveness -- say, down to once a week, and then 
maybe twice a month.  Everyone is different, 
circumstances change, so there's no hard and fast 
rule.  Trial and error will tell you what works for 
you.  

"But don't let yourselves get hung up on that," she 
continued.  "Very few of the triggers you use will be 
things you want to keep long term.  Your rapid 
induction trigger, and perhaps one or two favorite 
tricks that you both enjoy, would be all that you 
really want to hold onto.  Use your imagination to 
come up with new things rather than repeating the same 
old suggestions.  Make love without hypnosis as well -- 
variety is still the spice of life."

With no more questions forthcoming, Carol instructed 
the women to begin their inductions.  Meg leafed 
through the booklet of inductions with a gleam in her 
eye while I settled myself down with extra mats under 
my head and feet.

Meg started out with a standard progressive relaxation 
induction.  Starting at my toes, she told me to relax 
each body part in turn, working her way up through the 
legs, stomach, chest, arms, neck, etc.  I tried my 
best to follow her instructions, but something wasn't 
right.  Beyond the basic stillness and a general 
feeling of laziness, I wasn't getting anywhere.  Meg 
tried harder, making her voice deep and smooth and 
sexy, but it didn't seem to help.  

I could tell she was getting frustrated when I heard 
Carol come over.  "How are we doing here?" 

"It's not working," Meg complained.

"What are you feeling, Patrick?"

I opened my eyes to 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 get so far and 
can't seem to keep going."

"Don't worry about it," she replied.  "Start over for 
me."  

I shrugged and closed my eyes again, and Meg started 
reading the induction script again.  After a minute or 
two, Carol stopped her.

"How does that feel, Patrick?"

"About the same.  I can tell my body is relaxing, but 
only to a certain point."

"Okay," she said.  "Let's make a couple of changes.  
Meg, start with your voice.  It sounds like you're 
trying very hard to keep it smooth and low.  That 
creates tension, which Patrick can hear.  Try to just 
relax along with him, even let yourself slip into a 
light trance if you want to; the relaxation will come 
out in your voice and help put him at ease too.

"As for you, Patrick, I suspect you're thinking too 
much.  I'm catching some eye movements that look as 
though you are trying to evaluate how well you are 
doing.  Are you?"

"I guess so," I admitted.  "I'm just trying to help."

"Don't help," she said firmly.  "That's not your job.  
In fact, let's give you something else to do."  Carol 
left us long enough to pick up her organizer and 
retrieve a small laminated card from a section in the 
middle.  She handed the card to Meg.  "Try this one, 
it's very good for situations like this."

Meg took a few minutes to get familiar with the text 
on the card, then started talking.  "Close your eyes 
now, Patrick, and just allow yourself to be as lazy as 
you can be.  Listen quietly to the sound of my voice, 
and while you're listening quietly to the sound of my 
voice concentrate for a few minutes on hour breathing.  
Breathe slowly and steadily, just as though you were 
sound asleep, or pretending to be sound asleep.  
Imagine, as you breathe slowly and steadily, just how 
comfortable you might look while you're relaxing there 
on the floor, using the power of your mind to do 
whatever has to happen to make you look even more 
relaxed, all the while still thinking about your 
breathing, making quite sure that each breath in lasts 
the same length of time as the last breath in, and 
each breath out lasts the same length of time as the 
last breath out.  And while you're thinking about your 
breathing, also notice the weight of your head against 
the pillow, and keep listening to the sound of my 
voice."

This was getting complicated.  I tried very hard to 
focus simultaneously on Meg's voice, on the feel of 
the mat under my head, and on trying to look as 
relaxed as possible, and it occurred to me that I 
might be forgetting something.

"And while you're listening quietly to the sound of my 
voice," Meg continued, "it may be that you'll realize 
you've forgotten to think about your breathing.  But 
that's all right, you can just simply start thinking 
about your breathing again while you're listening 
quietly to the sound of my voice and what I'm saying 
to you here.  In psychology, there's a rule called 
seven plus or minus two.  That means that most people 
can think of seven things at once, plus or minus two.  
So you should be able to think of at least five things 
all at the same time:  the sound of my voice, the 
steadiness of your breathing, the weight of your head 
against the pillow, and how you might look from the 
outside as you relax.  That's four things, so 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 into hypnosis.  
Remember that strange sound that flowed through you, 
captivated you, and carried you off into deeper 
relaxation.  That's five things now, Patrick.  And I 
wonder if you can think about those five things and 
then, at the same time, notice the way your feet feel 
on the extra mat underneath them, and perhaps how your 
arms feel resting against 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 while 
you're relaxing, 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 of seven plus one 
things, adding in, perhaps, an awareness of the 
temperature of the room, and then just testing to see 
whether you can add yet another input to your senses, 
so that you're thinking of nine things all at once, 
thinking about all those eight inputs to your senses 
and then maybe adding an awareness of the way your 
eyes feel while you'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 how 
your eyes feel..."

She kept on going, but I was too preoccupied to keep 
processing the words.  My mind was awhirl trying to 
juggle all those different memories, awarenesses and 
thoughts -- which, I would realize later, was the whole 
point.  I kept trying my best to remain aware of all 
of those things while Meg spoke.  Finally I gave up, 
dropped every thought except one:  how good it felt to 
relax, just relax and think of nothing whatsoever ...

"... Wake up now, darling."

My eyes opened and there was Meg, her eyes shining 
down at me.  "Was I --"

"Oh, yes," she said.  "Lights out, darling."  My eyes 
fell closed again and I felt myself drifting away.

"Wake up!"

My eyes jerked open again, but it took me a second or 
two to before I could comprehend what was happening.  
"Wow," I started to say, but then I heard Meg's voice 
and felt myself dropping into the darkness again.

Things are kind of a blur at that point.  I know I 
woke up several times.  Well, my eyes opened several 
times, anyway -- after the 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 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 remember a tugging sensation around my waist, and 
the feel of warm vinyl against my buttocks.  The next 
time I opened my eyes Meg's face was more distant, as 
if she were standing over me instead of sitting close 
by.  I had a tremendous hard-on and a sensation of 
fingers playing with my balls.  Realization started to 
set in.  "Meg, what the h—"

"Lights out, darling..."

The next thing I knew, Meg was on top of me.  I was 
fully erect and buried to the hilt.  Her face looked 
wild as she rode me, rocking on my hips.  I opened my 
mouth to say something, but Meg spoke again and I 
passed out.

At least a half dozen times I'd find myself waking up 
to the sight and feel of Meg riding me hard.  I'd 
start to move, to speak, to do anything, but as soon 
as Meg saw me she'd say "Lights out, darling" and I'd 
fall back into nothingness.

Finally I woke to the distinct sounds of Meg having a 
really big orgasm.  Her head was thrown back and her 
chest heaved as she grunted her way through it.  I 
could feel the contractions in her groin and for a few 
moments I completely forgot that we were in the middle 
of a class.  Meg recovered enough to look down at me, 
and her eyes captured mine.  I thought she was about 
to put me to sleep again, but instead she gave me a 
different command:  "Come for me."  That sent me over 
the edge into spasms of my own.  Meg stayed with me, 
riding me as I bucked 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 one of her 
mischievous little smiles as she said the magic words 
again and sent me off into oblivion.


I came to this time on my feet, standing in front of a 
small pedestal sink and mirror.  I recognized the room 
as a small powder room off the main room we were using 
for class.  Meg was behind me, looking over my 
shoulder with a huge grin on her face.  "Can you say 
'somnambulist'?" she teased.  "I knew you could!"

All I could do was laugh.  "Have we been kicked out of 
class yet?"

"Not quite.  Carol called a discreet break when she 
saw me pulling your pants down.  They're waiting for 
an 'all clear' signal from us."

We were both clean and dressed, so I volunteered to do 
the honors.  When I opened the door from the main 
training room to the lobby area, my classmates gave me 
a standing ovation.  At first I wanted to find a 
corner and just disappear, but they were all very 
good-natured about the unscheduled interruption.  
Carol led them all back into the main room for the 
rest of class.  

While they were getting settled, she took me aside.  
"Can I persuade you to share with the class what 
suggestions you and Meg were acting out?  I've got a 
pretty good idea what must have happened, but I think 
several of them are interested in hearing it from 
you."

I checked with Meg and she didn't object -- "It's a 
little late to get modest now" was her reasoning -- so 
I took the floor and explained what had happened.  I 
told them a short version of the Tuesday afternoon 
story, emphasizing the suggestions I had made over the 
phone and the accidental delay.  Then I related the 
idea I'd had in the car, and the suggestions I'd given 
Meg during the trip.  

"It wasn't supposed to turn out like it did," I 
explained, silently begging Meg to forgive my latest 
hypnotic screw-up.  "I had no idea the suggestion 
would be that strong."  Then, to Meg, I added, "I'm 
sorry, honey."

Meg came up and hugged me tightly, which brought 
another round of applause from the group.  Under cover 
of that sound, she whispered a quick message into my 
ear:  "I'll get you back, my love.  Count on it."  I 
could see the wheels turning when I looked into her 
face a moment later.

Carol took over again, running through a review of the 
different kinds of erotic suggestions we had discussed 
the previous week.  "Any questions?"

"Can I make him get hard whenever I want?"  Tamika 
asked, prompting a buzz of chuckles from the rest of 
us.

"Probably.  Assuming there isn't a physical problem 
that would prevent it, the male erection is a simple 
matter of blood flow, which is certainly something the 
subconscious mind can control.  But you still have to 
watch your language -- don't just tell him to 'get 
hard', he might just stand there and clench all of his 
muscles.  Tell him that he will feel highly aroused 
and develop a stiff, firm erection. "

"How about delaying his orgasm?"  My ears burned as I 
heard Meg asking that question.

"You can do that.  If you tell Patrick that he won't 
be able to have an orgasm until you give him a 
trigger, that should be highly effective.  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 finally happens."

Meg nodded thoughtfully.  I'm in trouble, I thought to 
myself.

With no more questions, it was time for the women to 
put their mates back into trance and try their own 
erotic suggestions.  Meg jumped up first and went over 
to Jim.  I started to join her, but she waved me away.  
They spoke quietly for a few minutes, then Meg gave 
him a quick peck on the cheek and came back to me 
grinning ear to ear.  "Ready?"  she asked tauntingly.

"Would it make any difference if I said no?"

"Not really.  Lights out, darling..."

I came to in more or less the same position, lying on 
my back on the floor.  From the various groans and 
muted voices around, I could tell that my classmates 
were trying out their suggestions.  I rose up and 
looked around.

Tamika had her man lying on his back and was rubbing 
his smooth, bald head with her hands.  He was reacting 
as if she was actually stroking his cock -- his hips 
were gyrating up and down, and I could see the bulge 
like a tent pole pushing against the front of his 
sweat pants.   Pam's companion had a hand inside his 
shorts and was clearly pumping himself while she 
watched, a satisfied look on her face.  The other two 
guys were also sporting major wood, it seemed.

Carol saw that I was awake and came over.  "Are we 
going to see a demonstration?" she asked Meg.

Meg shook her head.  "I think I'll let him stew a 
while."

Carol nodded, grinning, and called the class back to 
attention.  She wished us all well in our 
relationships, passed out her card in case we wanted 
to consult with her in the future, and pronounced 
class dismissed.

Meg grabbed the keys out of my hand as we approached 
the car.  "I'm driving," she said firmly.  I agreed 
and slid into the passenger seat. 

Meg got us on the road quickly.  "Have I stewed long 
enough yet?" I asked, wondering what she had in store 
for me.

That maddening, naughty grin swept over her face one 
more time.  "I thought you'd never ask," she said.  
"Would you like a virtual blowjob?"

My body reacted instantly to Meg's cue.  I knew it was 
impossible because I was sitting in the car fully 
dressed, but I felt the unmistakable sensation of a 
soft, moist tongue caressing the sides of my cock.  In 
a split second I was hard as a post.  The sensation 
continued and grew.  I felt fingers playing with my 
balls, lips closing over the tip of my swollen cock 
and a tongue playing across the skin.  Suction, strong 
suction, as my unseen lover took me deep into her 
throat.

It was Meg at her artful best, without doubt the most 
intense, arousing thing I'd ever felt.  That Meg was 
not actually sucking me off, but rather sitting in the 
driver's seat chuckling as she listened to my moaning 
grow more and more out of control, actually made the 
situation more erotic for me.  "Oh, God," I breathed, 
"This is unbelievable!"

"Glad you like it," she said smugly.  "Let me know 
when you've had enough."

I held out as long as I thought I could, reveling in 
the exquisite feelings.  Then I felt the telltale 
pressure in my groin and knew that I was close to 
coming in my pants.  "Better stop now, honey," I said, 
"or this will be over before we even get home."

"There's no danger of that," she said, and fell silent 
for a while.

The 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 to think clearly.  "Come on, Meg," I 
pleaded, "You've gotta stop this.  I'm gonna cum in my 
pants any second!"

"No you won't," she said calmly.  "Trust me on that 
one."

All I could do was groan loudly as another wave of 
incredible, almost painful sensations washed over me.  
"Please!" I begged.

Meg put a real hand on my leg, then slipped it over 
and gave me a quick stroke across my bulging cock.  
"Relax, darling," she said.  "You'll be well taken 
care of as soon as we get home.

"Incidentally, I've got a few stops to make on the 
way..."






-wg
3/16/00


NOTE:  The "Hand Breathing" and "Seven Plus or Minus 
Two" inductions used in this story came from the web 
site of UK hypnotherapist Terence Watts 
(http://www.hypnosense.com).