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Hypno_Productivity

Standard Disclaimer, if there is such a thing, meaning this
hypnosis/mind-control story is NOT to be read by persons under the age
of 18 years. If you enjoy this story please email the much-appreciated
publisher responsible for bringing it to you on my behalf. - Thank you
- Mesmer.
                               *
				"HYPNO-PRODUCTIVITY"
				(c)
				by Mesmer
				
                               * 

"And now," the therapist told the crowd of business people who had
attended his seminar of hypnosis and therapy for increased
productivity in their businesses through hypnosis. "relax ..  a little
more deeply .. in your own minds .. and .. when your subconscious mind
has processed .. and integrated .. the suggestions I have .. given you
all .. for your own well-being .. you will find that .. your eyes will
gently open .. all by themselves .. and .. you will feel fresh .. and
alert .. and optimistic about your life .. and future happiness .. in
every way ..  Don't try to .. open your eyes .. or you'll find they'll
.. feel very heavy .. Just allow yourself to .. stay in that pleasant
place .. until your own subconscious mind .. calls you .. and tells
you in its own way .. that it has integrated .. my suggestions .. into
your belief systems .. and then signals you .. with a feeling of
freshness .. and alertness .. in every way .. as your eyes then ..
come gently open .. all by themselves."

     One by one the men and women in the seated audience slowly opened
their eyes and blinked. Some rubbed their eyes a few times, but all
smiled and seemed happy. They all turned and looked at the person
either side of them, laughing, some women giggling, some of the men
happy, but with serious faces as they tried to recall what the
therapist had said to them while they had their eyes closed.

     The hypnotherapist remained standing still and silent up on the
small dias as he waited for everybody to reorient themselves to where
they were and what they were doing.  He was smiling, inside and out,
as he always did. They came non-believers, and left believing that
something had taken place in their heads, even if they weren't too
sure what exactly it was. But always, he ended up with business,
either for his therapy clinic, or by conducting stress-management
training with employees of the different company managers or owners
who had attended his seminars on hypnotic productiveness.

     "Okay." he said, as he clapped his hands loudly to get everyone's
attention. "Before I go any further with this little demonstration,
are there any questions or feedback from anyone's experience?"

     They all turned again to look at the person on either side of
them, but all remained silent, some were still rubbing their eyes.

     "Okay." the therapist continued. "Without any further ado then,
I'd like all of you to really take a look at the seat your sitting in,
and the face of the person sitting on either side of you. Do that now,
please."

     He watched them all turn and study the faces on either side of
them.

     "Now, please consider this thought." he told them. "Are they
really the faces of the people who had been sitting on either side of
you when you first sat down here this morning?"

     The therapist smiled as he watched the dawning of the masses take
place before his very eyes. Everybody turned rapidly around from side
to side, from back to front, several times before sitting and facing
the front again, shaking their heads in complete amazement that the
people on either side of them were not the same ones who had been
there when they had first sat down at the beginning of the seminar.
During the deepest part of his group induction he had them change
chairs and then planted an amnesiac trigger so they would all forget
to notice they had done it. He waited and watched, allowing a good
time for the realisation of what had happened to really sink into
their conscious minds.

     "It would seem I have proven my point about the effectiveness of
hypnosis and unconscious triggers," he told them smiling. "such as
amnesia, and physical movement without conscious awareness of the fact
that you all had even done it."

	     Slowly to begin with, then rapidly gaining force and
loudness they began to applaud his demonstration, the whole room soon
resounded from the reverberation of  thunderous applause. When it had
reached its peak the therapist held out his arms in front of him,
extended toward the audience with his palms facing downward. The
applause quietened slowly, and then ceased altogether.

     "Thank you for your voluntary attendance." he said to them. "If
you feel that hypnosis can be applied to your business productivity
through your employees, as per the detailed information you have been
handed, please feel free to .. contact me personally .. during office
hours. Thank you."

     Again the applause erupted as he walked away from the dias and
made his way to the car-park. He was happy. It had gone well, as it
always did. Now it was only a matter of time, and waiting for the
opportunities that would surely come his way when the phones began to
ring first thing on Monday morning. And they always did, simply
because he made sure they did, with a trigger he installed while he
had them in trance during the demonstration.

			      * * 
				After enjoying a relaxing Sunday after
the hypnosis demonstration seminar on the day before, Steven Hall,
Clinical Hypnotherapist of 26 years, got out of his car, locked it,
then walked through the front doors of the building in which his
office was located in the quietude of the top floor.

     It was 10 a.m. when he walked into his office and checked the
answering machine.  By the time he had finished listening to all the
messages he counted twenty three calls. Out of twenty five companies
that were represented at the seminar, he decided that wasn't a bad
response in only two hours since normal business opening time. Steven
had no doubts about the other two. They'd call sometime that day. They
always did. And when he multiplied twenty five companies by a minimum
of at least five employees, some, even much more than that, Steven
knew his income would be assured for the rest of the financial year,
although he wasn't that sure about his own health.

     Steven grinned as he planned his diary as to when he could see
the representatives of each of the companies over the remainder of the
week, knowing he was going to be glad to see the weekends roll around
in the coming months. He spent the time up until lunch time phoning
them all back and confirming their appointments, one of which was for
that very afternoon. He readied his therapy room and then went to
lunch.

			     * * *
				His appointment was five minutes
early. She was a well-dressed woman in a business suit around age
thirty-five or so, with a head of flaming red hair which flowed down
from the crown of her head like a fiery waterfall, cascading gently
downward to nestle just below shoulders. She wasn't a stunner, but
Steven thought she was rather attractive, in her own way. She had a
nice figure - solid, but nice, and a very friendly smile.

     "Steven Hall." he said, introducing himself to her as she rose
from the waiting room chair to greet him. "Thank you for coming."

     "Briony Timmins." she answered with a smile as she stood up to
about 5'9" in front of him, extending her hand to take his in its
warm, dry grasp. "I attended your seminar on Saturday - very
impressive."

     Steven smiled as well as he met the strength of her grip with a
little less of his own, being careful of not giving her any feelings
of intimidation.

     "I'm glad you enjoyed it." he replied as he gestured her ahead of
him through the doorway to his office.

     "I don't know whether or not I enjoyed it." she stated over her
shoulder. "But I was impressed, to say the least. I think we all
were."

     Steven walked behind his desk and gestured to the chair opposite.

     "Please sit down, Briony." he told her. "And thank you for your
confidence in what I have to offer your company."

     Briony sat down in the comfortable leather chair, taking in his
office and its surroundings as she did so. She liked it immediately -
tastefully decored in its furnishings, paintwork, and hanging
pictures. She felt at ease within them - relaxed and at ease.  She
also felt at ease in his presence. On the drive there she considered
the fact that she might be intimidated by him, considering what she
had experienced at his seminar. She had sat in the very back row and
hadn't been able to see him all that clearly, but now she could. He
was in his early forties, slightly greying, with clear, emerald green
eyes, and he wasn't that bad looking either, in an out-doorish sort of
way. She smiled again as her answer formed in her mind.

     "That's why we made the appointment, Mr Hall." she said. "We need
a closer look at what you have to offer. And, since I was the one who
had been chosen to attend your seminar, my company has charged me with
the job of finding out exactly, and in more detail than is in your
brochures, what it will entail, in relation to helping us overall."

     Steven smiled. Cautious, as they all were - at first. 

     "Please call me Steven, if we're to be working together, and I'm
sure you'll concede that what I have to offer your company by way of
productivity increase will be worth more than your initial
investment."

     Briony smiled back at him as he spoke. He had a nice smile. She
knew she was just a tiny bit nervous, even though she was a powerful
advertising executive in personnel management in her own right.
Probably because of all the TV shows and movies about hypnotism and
the control of others against their free will, she thought, as she
became aware of her pulse quickening a little, too.

     "I hope so." she answered. "In the corporate world of big
business, and in these trying times, we have to fight for every dollar
we earn. The last thing we want to have happening is to lose it within
our own ranks before or after it's earned."

     "Absolutely right." Steven replied. "Which is why you will like
what I have to offer by way of employee productivity course sessions.
It will seem like you've hired a whole new staff."

     Briony smiled. If only that could be made so, she thought to
herself, knowing her company was carrying a lot of dead weight at the
moment, and had done for several years, in fact.

     "I can't wait to hear all about it." she said with a grin.
"Sounds too good to be true."

     "It is good." Steven replied immediately. "And, it is true, as
you'll soon see for yourself."

     "That's what I'm here for." Briony said, her heart quickening a
little more, as well as her pulse rate.

     "We'll go on through to the therapy room." Steven told her as he
rose from his chair.  "We'll be more comfortable, or you will be at
any rate. For maximum success in the smallest number of sessions it's
best to isolate the rest of the world as much as possible."

     Briony rose and followed him as he led the way to his therapy
room, considering that what he had just said made sense, she guessed,
from his point of view. She really wouldn't know. She did know,
however, that she was about to find out, simply by the way her heart
was beating. The last time she had felt this naturally excited about
something was a blind date one of the girls at the office had
organised for her without her permission. And that had turned into a
real disaster. Briony hoped for better results with this hypnosis
thing.

     Steven pointed to the therapy recliner chair and closed the door
behind her. The gentle, soft, aromatic fragrance of her perfume
assaulted his nostrils in an alluring, comforting way in the wake of
her movement as she passed through the air in front of him.

     "Take a seat and .. make yourself comfortable, Briony." he told
her as he walked toward his own chair, a much smaller one located to
one side of the therapy recliner. Then he sat down and sighted his
subtly-disguised foot-pedals that controlled the various hidden
devices and overhead lights. Everything helped to isolate the world
within this room.

     Briony saw the big, comfortable-looking chair as soon as she had
entered the room.  She had one just like it at home and spent many a
lazy hour wrapped in its soft, velvet arms.

     Steven watched as she sat down and made herself comfortable in
the big chair, which wasn't hard to do, he thought, as she relaxed her
body's weight down into the soft velvet material and support-padding.
Then she lowered her purse to the side and placed it on the carpeted
floor beside the chair. Briony looked over at him with a half-smile on
her face. Then he bent down and reached for the handle beside her
ankle, laying the big chair back one position - not the
fully-reclining position, only the first stage. He didn't want her
going to sleep - yet. Then Steven pressed a foot-pedal that controlled
the soft, background music and the overhead lights, dimming them right
down to almost pitch-blackness.

			    * * * * 

"My goodness!" Briony joked in the semi-darkness. "Am I safe?"
Nevertheless, Briony's heart thumped loudly a few times before it once
again settled down a little. The room had been plunged slowly into
almost complete blackness as the soft music caught her attention
immediately. Her thoughts raced as images of being assaulted by a more
powerful will than hers came to her mind, and that thought quickened
her pulse a little more, while at the same time causing a warm,
stirring feeling in her lower belly and loins. She brushed away the
thought instantly, realising that she was there for business, and
business only. Still, the thought, as well as the feeling that came
with it never strayed far from her awareness as she waited for
whatever was going to happen next.

     Steven laughed aloud as he pressed another foot-pedal, lighting a
tiny overhead light above Briony's line of sight, just above and
behind his head. Then he depressed another pedal and another softer
and larger light above and behind her chair instantly came on, such
that she was illuminated in a soft glow as she sat comfortably in the
big chair, looking at him with an uncertain expression on her face.

     "Relax." he told her with a smile in his voice. "Just fix your
gaze .. on the small light .. you can see .. on the ceiling behind me,
and, don't do anything, except to simply .. become aware of your
breathing, and how it feels, flowing in and out of your lungs."

     Briony almost laughed out loud. Her breathing? She knew full well
what her breathing was doing at that precise moment in time. And it
was caused by her heart thumping, even though now it had settled a
little, she admitted to herself, as she mentally calmed herself down
and fixed her gaze on the tiny green light above him. 

     It was a soft light, easy on the eyes, she noted, as her gaze
deepened and focussed.  She felt the beginning signs of relaxation.
Briony knew how to relax. She had to, or she simply would not be able
to do the job that she did. She had even taken a course in it some
time ago because her job was stressful to the max, as she liked to
describe it whoever was interested.

     Steven watched Briony settle a little more deeply into the chair
as her gaze began to fixate on the tiny green light that would soon
change colour too slowly for her eyes to detect, until the change had
fully happened. She sighed softly and then relaxed a little more as
she exhaled. Briony was then left alone with her own relaxing
thoughts. 

     Steven knew from experience that his clients and patients were
the best self- hypnotisers of all, and needing him to carry on a
running dialogue was simply unnecessary.  Their own subconscious minds
would always quickly associate the fact that they were not physically
doing anything, and, with the visual stimulation of the easy initial
green light and the semi-darkness, their subconscious mind would do
the job nicely for him, taking them usually down to the first
hypnoidal state of their trance, without him having to say a word.

     Briony stared at the little green light, feeling the tension
slowly begin to leave her body, almost as if someone had opened a
valve. It was always this way whenever she decided to allow herself to
relax. She found herself becoming fixated on the easy green light then
as she thought, somewhat puzzled, that she could see more than one
colour. Tricks of the eyes, she decided, as she remained comfortable,
staring a little harder in trying to see if her first observation had
been right. She noticed as well that her breathing had calmed
completely from those first tumultuous thumpings of her heart. 

     Finally she felt completely at ease, and could feel herself
beginning to really let go.  Strangely, her eyes were not becoming
tired, she noticed. Briony had been waiting for him to start repeating
sleep suggestions like he had done at the seminar, but he hadn't. In
fact, she suddenly became aware of the fact, he had not said anything
for quite a while. Briony wondered if she should steal a quick glance
at him. Maybe he'd left the room or something, but she knew she hadn't
heard him, and she would have if he had gotten up. He was too close.

     Steven smiled to himself. It was always about this time, because
of his unexpected silence that they would usually wonder if he had
sneaked out of the room. He saw Briony's neck muscles tense as she
considered looking to see if he was still there, but she hadn't. Her
neck and facial muscles then completely relaxed again. Her mouth
opened just slightly. The gloss lipstick she was wearing over her full
lips glistened dully in the soft glow of the light from behind her
chair.

     "That's fine." Steven said to her soothingly. "You're doing
perfectly. Keep it up." And that was all he said for several more
minutes.

     Briony sensed that somehow she was pleased he had said that, and
she had not been startled by the sudden arrival of his voice, because
it had sounded so soft and gentle. It had just fitted right in with
her mental frame of mind at the right place. And Briony did know how
to relax. It was obvious to him as well, she decided. That must be why
he was not telling her to go to sleep and talking to her, because he
could see she was doing it all by herself.  Briony was beginning to
feel the isolation from the rest of the world he had mentioned
earlier. Her company and its problems now seemed only a distant memory
as she now convinced herself that the tiny light, had, in fact,
changed to a soft amethyst colour that was absolutely beautiful. She
wished she had a dress of that colour, she thought, as she sighed,
picturing a long-flowing evening gown in that colour adorning her body
at the next company dinner.

     Steven watched Briony's eyes close to half-mast and stay there.
He had watched her brow puzzle over the ever-so-slowly-changing green
colour to a soft amethyst, then watched it smooth out and relax as she
realised her suspicions had been right about it changing in the first
place. Her brow was now smooth and wrinkle-free, as was the remainder
of her well- structured and softly featured face in the dull yellow
light coming from behind her chair..

     "That's fine." Steven repeated soothingly. "You're doing
perfectly." And said no more.

     Again Briony felt pleased with his noticing of how well she was
relaxing. She really was very good at doing it. Her meditation
instructor had always told her she was the best one in her class at
doing it. She also noticed the quiet in the semi-darkness of the room.
It was very relaxing. Now she was trying to decide if the tiny light
was changing colour again. It seemed to be two colours at the same
time. Is that possible? She queried herself as she concentrated her
gaze through half-closed eyes, unaware that they were, in fact,
actually half- closed, and not fully open.

     "Bring your awareness .. to your breathing, now." Steven said
soothingly. "and become aware .. of the exact point and temperature ..
hot or cold .. where it enters .. through your mouth .. or nose."
     Briony had been dancing at the company dinner in her thoughts,
wearing the beautiful amethyst ball gown that she had already decided
to get made up in the next few weeks.  Again, his voice had not been
an intrusion into her thoughts and imagination, such was the
mellowness of it. It just seemed to gently encourage her thoughts to
leave the dance and become aware of her nostrils, the right one, in
fact. The cool air seemed mainly to be entering through that one, more
so than the other one, for some reason, and Briony found herself
wondering why. The exact point of the air's entry seemed to be just to
the right of the tip of the bridge between each nostril. Yes, she
decided. That was the coldest point, but she continued to examine the
skin temperature right around her nostril opening, just in case she
had missed an even colder part.

     "Now .. bring your awareness .. to the exact point .. hot or cold
.. where it leaves your mouth .. or nose." Steven said, after giving
her long enough to find the entry point.

     This was more difficult, Briony thought, still focussing on the
soft coloured light behind him as she searched with her awareness
around her right nostril once again, momentarily losing the awareness
of the coolest point of entry. She concentrated her inner awareness on
trying to sense the warmest air, thinking that she'd never ever
thought of it being warm as it left her nose. Still, she decided, it
must get warmer after being taken down so deeply into the lungs. And
finally she found what she believed was the warmest point, immediately
comparing its position to the coolest point she had found earlier. It
was different, she decided, and for some reason Briony found that fact
intensely interesting.

     Briony's was amazed that she found that fact of such extreme
interest, as if she might have discovered something really interesting
about herself in the fact that she could do that.  It was interesting,
she told herself genuinely. It was all interesting, so far. Quiet and
dark - warm and cool - changing coloured lights - soft background
music. Then Briony stared hard at the tiny light once again. It had
now changed to a soft blue, and she hadn't noticed it do so.  How
could she have missed that? she wondered. She had been looking at it
the whole time.  She focussed harder, really trying to see into the
heart of the beautiful blue colour, and swore to herself she could
notice two colours existing at the same time again. Now she could see
a soft purple, as well as the blue. Couldn't she?

     Steven glanced at his watch in the semi-darkness. It had
luminescent needles for hands. Briony had been trancing herself for
only ten minutes, but she had done very well.  They usually did, he
reminded himself, as he formed the next words to her in his mind.

     "And now that you've .. found the coolest point of entry .. and
the warmest point of exit," he began softly with the confusion method,
which was his next step in trancing her deeply down, as well as
placing the beginnings of her compliance trigger in her subconscious
mind, if it was listening closely enough. Then he would automatically
engage her conscious thoughts in the mental mind-bending task he was
about to give her to do and to think about, knowing that as she did
so, some of the things he would suggest to her would slip right by her
conscious mind completely unnoticed, and thereby be accepted fully by
her unconscious mind for use by him when she was awakened from her
trance.

     "Bring your awareness .. to the temperature difference .. between
the two now .. and consider that .. you might find it .. very
interesting indeed .. to believe that .. you are so beautifully
relaxed .. and calm .. and peaceful .. that you can now .. easily or
.. not easily .. do what is suggested .. you can easily .. or not
easily do .. and to believe now .. that you can ..  willingly or ..
not willingly .. not do what is .. not suggested you can .. willingly
or .. not willingly .. not do."

     Briony listened, finding herself well and truly puzzled. She
wanted to get it right, for her company's sake. What was it? She tried
to recall the long, soothing paragraph. Easily find the temperature
difference between the coolest and the warmest spot on her nose? And
then what? Peaceful and beautifully relaxed and calm? She was, Briony
confirmed to herself.  Well, she was willing to do that, anyway. And
she could do it easily, she thought, just like he'd said. Then she
smiled inside. That was because, she decided, he had noticed she had
been so good at relaxing after all, just as she'd thought.

     And what else? Briony wondered as her mind began to focus on
sensing the temperature difference between the two spots on her right
nostril, as well as watching the soft light behind him on the ceiling
somewhere, which had now changed to a definite soft, lovely purple.
Beautiful, she thought - a dress like that as well. And then she began
to concentrate on finding the temperature difference, figuring
whatever else he had said, he would repeat, if she didn't do it.
Besides, she figured as a conclusion. This seems more interesting,
anyway. And then she focussed all of her awareness on finding both
spots at the same time, and trying to sense any temperature difference
between them, all the while becoming more and more aware of a
floating, very relaxed, drifting sensation.

     Steven knew Briony was going deeper and deeper into the focus of
her own thoughts, becoming more and more aware of them and less and
less aware of where she was and her immediate surroundings. He waited
another ten minutes, deliberately allowing her the time for two more
colour changes of the light she had fixated upon, as well as a much
more certain, but subtle deepening of her trance state. He knew he'd
be able to tell when she arrived at just the perfect place in her
trance. It would be when she became aware of his voice fading in and
out, or had disappeared completely for a sort while.

     Briony floated and drifted in her thoughts, all the time trying
to keep going back to the things he had wanted her to do - find the
difference in temperature between the warm and cold air. But she kept
losing the train of her task, finding herself more and more involved
in her mind's image of her attending the company ball in the beautiful
amethyst gown she intended to have made as soon as she could. 

     Briony saw herself turning and dancing, with the lovely dress
flowing and swirling as she pirouetted and dipped, feeling beautiful
and proud - of her success with the company in the eyes of everyone
there, and the drop-dead gorgeous dress that flowed around her body,
like a gentle river, following her every graceful step around the
ballroom floor. Then suddenly, she had the thought that she had not
heard the soothing voice for a while. But then she lost that, too, as
quickly as it had come, as her mind and imagination whisked her back
to the pleasure of dancing around the floor like an angel.

     "Now," Steven began, knowing she had reached the right place at
the right time by the coming and going of the brief frown on her
forehead and the slight, soft smile on her face. "I want you .. to
bring your awareness .. back to the soothing sound of my voice .. and
examine yourself .. for a moment or two .. How very relaxed .. you
feel right now .. How calm .. your mind is .. How quiet .. your
thoughts are .. How detached .. you seem to be feeling from the world
.. and all of its problems .. And how nice it is to .. feel this way
..  about all of those .. interesting feelings .. and sensations ..
where you might .. feel as if you're floating .. or drifting .. and
can't even .. feel your body at all .. it feels so light .. and
floating ..  and drifting .. like a soft white fluffy cloud .. high in
the heavens .. looking down on mankind and its problems .. with a
knowing smile."

     Briony listened attentively to the soft, soothing voice, and then
instantly she was there, transported in her thoughts and imagination,
high in the heavens and lying stretched out on a soft, white cloud
that was so fluffy. She felt wonderful, so high in the air. The world
passed far beneath her as she gazed down at it over the edge of the
soft, white cloud blanket she lay upon. The earth seemed a patchwork
quilt of all colours in one. She was drifting over the world so
slowly, as if looking down from a spaceship that was orbiting the
earth and all who lived on it. 

     And then it seemed to her that time was standing still. Briony
felt so relaxed and so calm in her mind and body. And so high in the
heavens. Everything was so quiet. Briony felt so absolutely wonderful
that she felt herself smile with her own good feelings about herself
and where she was.

     Steven knew he'd gotten through when he saw the beginnings of a
soft smile. Then he smiled himself. Now, my dear, he thought. Enough
fun. It's time to get down to some serious business. He drew his chair
directly alongside of hers, such that he could easily reach out and
touch her anywhere on her body if he needed or wanted to. He looked
directly down at her face, only a foot or so away. Yes, he concluded.
Time to really go to work.
				"That's fine." Steven began. "You're
doing perfectly .. And now that you .. really do know how .. wonderful
you feel .. it's easy for you to .. understand that .. you'd like to
feel that way .. all the time .. even when you are at work .. so your
wonderful feeling .. could greatly affect the moods .. and the
productivity .. of the people around you who .. look to you as a role
model .. knowing in your way .. you're doing much for the company ..
and its morale .. and its increased productivity .. simply because ..
you feel so wonderful now .. and it shows .. without you even trying
.. as they see .. how wonderful you feel right now .. and want to feel
that way too .. so they can be as productive as you .. and that makes
a lot of sense to you .. Isn't that true?"

     Briony listened attentively. Everything the soothing voice said
was true. It made a lot of sense. Of course she was a role model.
Everyone admired and respected her for her contribution to the
company's efforts and productivity. And she could easily see that if
she felt this wonderful all the time at work, then she could easily
affect everyone who came into contact with her. She was always
everywhere at once at work and came into contact personally with many
people throughout her busy and hectic day. Yes, she concluded in her
own thoughts. Feeling good was pro-productivity, that was for sure.

     Steven gave her a while to reason it all out and reach the
conclusion that everything he'd said had made perfect sense. Then he
began again.

     "That's right." he started. "And since your company is ..
depending on you .. to increase its productivity .. through your
employees and .. through hypnosis .. then it seems to make a great
deal of sense to .. seriously consider that .. the more wonderful ..
and relaxed you feel .. then the more .. you will affect your
company's employees .. because .. you are their role model .. and then
the more productive they will be .. and the company's profits will
soar into the heavens .. all because .. you had the good sense to ..
allow yourself every opportunity with hypnosis to .. feel as wonderful
as you can be made to feel .. so your company's profits will soar into
the heavens .. because of everybody's productivity .. and all ..
thanks to hypnosis and .. your good sense to .. strongly recommend to
your company that ..  they take .. full advantage of it."

     Briony knew the soothing, soft voice was right. She had always
been a role model for the company. They always came to her for advice
because they recognised she was approachable, and she liked that. It
had always been her policy to work with people, rather than over them.
They liked just being around her because they knew she was so
competent.  She had to be, or they wouldn't have selected her from
twenty other people, both men and women, for the job in the first
place. 

     Briony knew also that she uplifted many of their spirits when
they were feeling down about something or other, so it did make sense
- a lot of sense. The more wonderful she felt in herself, then the
  more she would affect everybody - and the more productive they'd all
be, and the profits would naturally follow suit - and all because of
her, and her good sense to feel as wonderful as she could possibly be
around them, not to mention  hypnosis. What a lot of good sense it
made to have everybody in the company feeling as wonderful as she did
right then. 

     Wouldn't the productivity soar, Briony concluded, and she'd be
the role model responsible for making it happen with her
recommendation that they use it, so they could all feel as wonderful
as she did. No, she decided in her mind right at that point. She
couldn't let them not take advantage of it. It felt too nice.

     Steven smiled, feeling in his soul that his message was getting
through to her, loud and clear.

     "So." he continued. "The more wonderful .. you can allow yourself
to feel .. through hypnosis .. the more you will affect your employees
.. and the more your management will see .. how absolutely correct you
were .. in your very strong decision .. to recommend .. they take full
advantage of it .. And wouldn't it make .. even more sense .. to allow
hypnosis to ..  allow you to feel .. even more wonderful .. than you
do right now? .. Ten times more wonderful! .. Twenty times more
wonderful! .. Fifty times more wonderful! .. Can you even ..  begin to
imagine now .. how proud of you they'll be .. for affecting the
company's productivity and profits .. so magnificently?"

     Briony couldn't agree more. Wow, she thought in awe. Fifty times
more wonderful than she felt right then. She smiled at what that would
feel like. They'd be so proud of her.  And she'd be so proud of
herself as well.

     When Steven saw briony nod slightly and smile he knew it was
time. She was ready for seventh heaven, in her mind, as well as in her
body in every sense possible. Her flaming mass of red hair looked
absolutely beautiful as it nestled around her neck and shoulders -
absolutely beautiful, and, Steven knew he would soon be witness to the
naturalness of all her red genes - in the flesh. 
				  
			   * * * * *
				"When you .. think about it
seriously," he began. "The most wonderful feelings .. you have ever
had .. can easily come to your memory right now .. in full and living
colour .. especially the most recent ones where .. your body felt so
healthy and .. so pleasured .. with all of those wonderful feelings ..
and sensations .. all over your body .. making .. you feel so
wonderful right now .. so you can really affect your employees .. and
their productivity .. in every way."

     Steven paused for a minute to allow her to digest every
suggestion fully. Then he began again, cementing everything he had
already suggested to her.

     "Yes .. all of those .. wonderful .. extremely pleasurable
sensations .. every time .. you feel each single one of them .. deeply
in the core of your being .. making .. you feel so pleasured .. and so
wonderful .. making .. you feel that it was all because .. you are a
sensual woman .. who is held in .. such high esteem .. by everyone ..
and could allow yourself to ..  feel the self-chosen responsibility ..
in willingly accepting that .. self-chosen responsibility ..  and ..
feeling most extreme pleasure .. right now.. and .. feel so wonderful
right now ..  through hypnosis .. that your company's profits .. and
productivity will soar .. all because ..  you really want to .. feel
pleasure right now .. allow yourself to feel .. through hypnosis ..
the self-chosen responsibility of .. wanting yourself to .. feel
through hypnosis .. the most intense pleasure right now .. throughout
your whole mind and body .. through hypnosis and ..  knowing that when
.. you do feel that right now.. so you can affect everybody in their
work ...  and admiration of you if .. you accept the self-chosen
responsibility to .. accept every single feeling .. of intense
pleasure .. you can feel right now .. for your company's own good ..
Isn't that what .. you really want to feel .. right now? .. To feel
that .. incredible intense pleasure so .. you can help everyone?"

     Steven then sat back in his chair to wait for her to assimilate
everything he had told her. He had plenty of time, and besides, he
didn't think she'd be that long in reaching her decision.

     Briony knew the soothing voice was right. She could never feel as
wonderful as she did when she felt pleasure, especially intense
pleasure. And had accepted the responsibility for it when she started
work for the company, many years ago. She was a woman and proud of it.
And she knew she would be even more proud when the company's profits
and productivity soared, all because she was just that - a woman, one
who was held in high regard by all. 

     Yes, Briony decided. It was taking a woman of her calibre, and
not a man to save her company - one who was as dedicated as she knew
she was. And the more pleasure she could allow herself to feel through
hypnosis the better off her company and its employees would be. And
the more proud she, and everyone would be of her efforts to feel the
most intense pleasure she could allow hypnosis to make her feel. Yes,
she concluded in her own thoughts, nodding her head gently and
unconsciously at the same time. It was up to her, and she knew she
willingly accepted the responsibility to make it such that her company
and its employees survived profitably.

     Steven smiled widely when he saw Briony gently nod her head.

     "That's fine." he told her proudly, soothingly. "You're doing
perfectly, as you knew you would."

     Briony smiled. She had made the right decision. But she had known
that when she'd made it. That's why they admired her and paid her so
much money - to make the right decision. And now, she'd done it again.
She'd come through when they needed her most.

     "And now, you can .. prepare yourself properly for .. receiving
the most intense pleasure .. you can possibly feel right now .. so ..
you can be so proud of yourself when .. you will receive it ..when you
are properly prepared .. to receive it in the way you always do ..
when you .. receive the most intense pleasure possible for you to ..
feel by preparing yourself by .. undressing now completely .. as you
always do .. whenever you .. receive the most intense pleasure right
now .. you can possibly feel so .. you can be so proud of yourself for
..  saving your company by .. preparing yourself right now .. in the
way you always do by ..  undressing completely right now.. and relax
and prepare to .. receive the most intense pleasure .. you can
possibly feel right now by .. undressing completely now .. and feeling
so ..  proud to do so."

     Again Steven allowed her time to process all he had told her
before beginning again the final phase of her indoctrination.

     "And now that .. you really want to get started .. while .. you
start undressing completely now .. and .. prepare to receive .. the
most intense pleasure .. you can feel by ..  starting right this
second to .. undress completely right now and .. receive what you know
..  you want so badly .. in every way imaginable so .. you can ..
receive the most intense pleasure that .. everything you feel will ..
feel so incredibly pleasurable .. and intense .. and make .. you feel
so wonderful .. no matter what it is by .. undressing now so quickly
.. and wanting to so much .. feel every possible intense pleasure you
can .. in every possible way."

     Steven again paused and waited for her natural processes to take
place.

 "You can now .. feel such incredible and intense pleasure .. coming
to you .. in a few moments that is going to .. make you feel so
wonderful .. no matter what it is and .. wanting it so badly that ..
everything you feel will .. feel like such incredible pleasure .. that
.. you will be so happy .. you will find it very hard to .. hold back
the tears of your .. intensely pleasurable pride."

			  * * * * * * 

Steven as he sat back, waiting and watching. Briony had begun
undressing when he was still half-way through that final phase. First
she slowly removed her coat, then her blouse, and then more quickly
her bra, dropping them all to the floor beside her chair. Her breasts
held captive in the half-cup white bra swelled beneath them as if they
were straining to be released. Her eyes remained half-closed
throughout what she was doing, staring intently at the tiny light
behind him, as if she were watching a good movie and didn't want to
miss a single scene. 

     He grinned as she next lifted her hips from the recliner in
gentle thrust upward and slid down what must have been a zipper as she
reached behind her lower back. She then thumbed her business skirt
down, see-sawing it over her well-rounded and solid hips, thighs and
calves, to finally kick it off her ankles and feet. It dropped in
front of her footrest, as she held her hips thrust upward off the
chair. Next her thumbs hooked into either side of her delicate blue
lace panties, dragging them quickly down to her ankles. Then she
brought her knees up to her chest, giving him a voyeur's view of the
thickest matted and lush thatch of red pubic hair he had ever had the
good fortune to be feasting his appreciative eyes on. She slid them
quickly down and over her feet, dropping them to the floor beside her
coat, bra, and blouse. 

     Then Steven relaxed and simply gazed upon her naked loveliness,
content and satisfied with his work as the now completely naked
Briony, in all her birthright glory lay slowly back down into the
soft, velvet recliner and sighed, her thighs just slightly parted as
she lowered her buttocks once again. Her feet rested comfortably on
the footrest.

     Briony had no other thoughts on her mind as she'd quickly
undressed herself except to do it, and to do it quickly. A rapidly
growing feeling of needing intense pleasure driving forward every
movement of her hands and fingers as she had removed each and every
piece of clothing she had been wearing. And now she waited, her mind
conjuring up all of the most exciting and intensely pleasurable images
from her past sexual encounters. She felt a growing warmth in her
lower belly, and it was quickly spreading upward over her breasts.
She could feel the aching stiffness of each nipple as it elongated in
mounting, anticipated feelings of intense passion and lust.

     Steven smiled down at the vision of nudity and loveliness who lay
on the recliner before him. He reached down to the base of the chair
and moved it back into the fully laid- back position, noticing as he
did so that Briony sighed and parted her thighs a little. One hand
went slowly up to rest behind her head. The other fell softly on her
right breast to squeeze it softly, thumbing the long, stiff nipple in
a circular motion. He let his enraptured gaze start from the top of
her flaming red head and slowly wander down to her toes, lingering
along the way to take in once more her beautiful breasts with their
unusually long, hard nipples. 

     His gaze moved further downward across solid, but shapely
stomach, then moved down again to the top of her fiery red triangle of
lush matting which disappeared in its thickness right down between her
slightly open thighs. By the time Steven's gaze reached her painted
toenails his own body was as hard as granite. He drew a deep breath,
letting it slowly out between his teeth as he got off his chair and
quickly undressed.

     "And now," he told her soothingly as he knelt beside her chest.
"Receive fully .. the intense pleasure with .. every touch on your
lips .. and mouth .. and tongue .. and throat .. you can feel ..
Imagine it .. Feel it intensely and .. take it to your very soul in ..
its most pleasurable essence and .. race headlong .. toward your
pleasure peak as .. you feel your orgasm explode .. in your lips ..
and mouth .. and tongue .. and throat .. reach it quickly for ..  you
have a lot of intense pleasure to .. receive now."

     Briony sighed deeply, already panting slightly and waiting
impatiently now for what was rightly hers. She could feel the swelling
of the most private flesh in her loins and deeply between her buttocks
as her sexual tension mounted rapidly in her mind and body. And when
gentle, warm lips closed over her mouth she responded instantly, and,
exactly as she had imagined she would. Her lips parted, her hands went
around the warm neck and her tongue gave way to that of the warmth of
another as it explored deeply the inner recesses of her mouth and
deeply into her throat. She heard herself moan, but it sounded muffled
somehow.

     Steven was surprised by the hypnotised woman's waiting
willingness and response when her arm came around his neck and drew
him tightly to her mouth. Her lips tasted of scented Jasmine, her
tongue, the nectar-wine of the gods in its exquisiteness. He duelled
and danced with that delicious, long tongue for several minutes before
beginning to quickly stroke deeply down into her throat with his own.
He felt her breathe him as she began to gasp into his mouth, knowing
her heat would soon explode in the places she had been told as
completely focussed pleasure as her orgasm began to flame in her mouth
and throat.

     Briony had never experienced anything like it before in her life.
Her mouth was on fire with the most pleasurable feelings and
sensations she had ever felt. Her tongue felt thick and long, pulsing
and throbbing, expanding ever more so as her core temperature
increased rapidly, and, as the temperature rose in her throat she
groaned loudly into the hot orifice of another that engulfed her own.
She heaved huge lungfulls of air as she sucked ravenously on the juicy
thickness of the long, stroking tongue penetrating her humid throat.
Her mind throbbed with her mouth and throat as she bucked her hips and
thighs, clinging tightly to the warm, strong neck around which her
arms were now locked tightly. Her heart hammered against her rib cage
like a wild, savage animal striving to become free.

     Steven held her tightly by the sides of the neck and face as he
felt her fiery orgasm explode in her mouth and throat. She groaned
over and over into his mouth as his own held her captive beneath it.
Again and again did he drive his tongue deeply into her soft, warm
throat, timing it with the waves of pleasure he could feel washing
over her. He was aware of her hips bucking and her groin jerking
uncontrollably, but he knew she was feeling every bit of the pleasure
she was feeling only in her mouth and face and throat.

     Briony felt as if she was going to faint. She had never
experienced anything like it.  Her face was on fire, as were her lips
and tongue and mouth. And the delicious long, thick tongue that was
relentlessly and sensuously savaging her mouth and throat inflamed her
pleasurable wave after wave of intensity as it exploded all over her
face like thunderous surf crashing on the sea shore. She felt herself
thrusting her hips high into the air, but she felt everything only in
her mouth and throat. She sucked and gasped, groaning into the throat
of her unseen lover, moaning over and over again as she breathed his
humid, sweet breath, until finally she arched herself high as her face
erupted and boiled in sheer, raw, unadulterated intense pleasure. Her
mind and senses spun crazily as she fell rapidly from her dizzy
heights down into a deep, soft and warm bottomless dark pit. 

     Steven held her firmly at her peak with all his strength, feeling
the sheer ferocity of her passion's summit in her own strength as her
arms locked him tightly to her face. Then she collapsed beneath him,
groaning loudly, screaming muffled into his throat, until finally, she
lay still, like a broken rag doll. He released himself from her
now-loose grip, then withdrew his mouth from her own, leaving her
gasping loudly as she lay almost unconscious on the chair. He glanced
down. Her legs were spread wide, feet hanging over either side of the
velvet-covered footrest, opening the flaming red centre of her sex to
the warm air in the semi-darkened room. 

     Briony looked like a deflated balloon and he knew she had never
felt anything like that before in her life. Steven smiled, knowing
that was only the first taste of a long afternoon's tasting to come.
Steven also knew that Briony would sleep the restful and exhausted
sleep of death this very night by the time he had finished pleasuring
her hypnotically.

			 * * * * * * *
				Steven allowed Briony to rest for
about ten minutes. She lay as if sleeping, but he knew she was not. He
didn't think she was actually thinking about anything. Most probably
her thoughts hovered just above unconsciousness. When her breathing
had settled to deep and even once more he collected his thoughts. Then
he began again, gently, soothingly, warmly of tone.

     Briony did not know where she was, nor did she care or even
question. She rested peacefully somewhere between heaven and above.
Then slowly, she became aware of the voice again, sounding warm and
gentle as it spoke her name. Sluggishly she drew her remaining
consciousness back from the heavens above to listen.

     "That's fine, Briony." Steven repeated for the fifth time.
"You're doing perfectly ..  and now .. you can .. open your eyes again
.. just a little and .. focus back .. on the soothing light that ..
makes .. you feel so refreshed .. and strong .. and healthy."

     Briony struggled in earnest to open her eyes, but she couldn't.
She tried several times and then finally succeeded, focussing
immediately on the tiny pale gold light that looked so soft, like a
healing colour. She became aware of her strength and awareness
returning, along with a feeling of vitality and health.

     "And now," Steven continued in the same warm, rich tone. "You can
prepare to ..  receive the most intense pleasure .. your wonderful
breasts have ever known and to .. make sure you .. receive every
little bit .. you will feel your arms and legs restrained .. because
you don't want to hurt yourself with your fingernails .. or toenails
.. such will be the intensity of the pleasure .. you will receive now
as .. you feel your next orgasm fully .. and completely ..  in each of
your wonderful breasts .. and nipples .. where .. you will achieve
your peak .. in your breasts .. and nipples .. and only there .. only
there .. only there .. very .. very .. quickly."

     Briony listened and felt almost immediately something warm and
then soft fasten around her wrists and ankles, but thought no more
about it as the voice kept telling her how much pleasure she would
soon feel in her breasts and nipples, and how strong and healthy she
was. But she knew that anyway. She went to the gym twice a week to
stay in shape. That was responsible for keeping her full breasts so
firm-looking. She wasn't fat, she knew that.  She was just right. Her
past lovers, as well as her present one had always told her so.

     Steven had secured her wrists behind her head to the back of the
chair with the velvet velcro straps, as well as her ankles to either
side of the padded footrest. Then he straddled her, carefully placing
each knee on either side of her waist. She moaned and thrust gently
upward with her pelvis when he lowered the warmth of his buttocks and
loins over the lush, thick red carpet of her mons. Then he leaned
forward and took her left nipple, along with a handsome mouthful of
warm, sweet-tasting flesh of breast and drew it deeply into his mouth,
hearing her groan as his tongue began to lick the long nipple as he
suckled deeply on the soft, proud flesh of her breast.

     Briony gasped as she felt her left breast suddenly encased in
heat and fire. Then she groaned loudly as she felt her nipple being
tongued and caressed in tight, circular movements, being pulled away
from her chest and then released. Again the fire in her belly and
between her wet thighs transferred itself instantly to the breast
being suckled and licked.  She began to arch her back and chest upward
against the bonds around her wrists and ankles.  She wanted to be
swallowed entirely by the warm mouth. Her mind began to swim again,
her senses focussing entirely on the feeling of pressure building in
both her breasts now, but more in her left one.

     Steven gently ground and slid his buttocks back and forth, round
and around over her warm pubis as he changed breasts and began to
suckle very strongly on her right one, tugging gently at the
elongated, stiff nipple as he drew a huge mouthful of soft
breast-flesh deeply into his mouth. Briony groaned in his ear as`her
head came up and close to his face. He felt the heat of her red centre
radiating upward into the centre of his own buttocks and testicles as
she began to thrust upward as he slid the firmness of his buttocks and
testicles over the top of her warm crease. 

     His own body was straining at the leash to pass through those red
gates of heat and volcanic fire and brimstone. But that would come
soon enough, he thought, as he changed back to her left breast and
repeated his actions, holding both breasts very close against one
another, suckling and licking faster and stronger then before. He
could feel her tension rapidly mounting and knew she was already but a
hair's-breadth away from flaming again like an active, red volcano.
And then it happened.

     Briony's mind burst into heat and flames through the very tip of
each nipple. They stung like wild-fire, each breast thumping within
itself for release of its pent-up passion. If she had milk inside them
she would have opened the floodgates and given that up willingly,
anything to keep feeling the waves of torching fire of rapture
exploding thorough each beautifully torching nipple, over and over
again, relentlessly, pleasurably, draining her strength and emotions
as her mind and senses spun crazily again. She strained violently
upward against the bindings that held her wrists and ankles firmly,
thrusting again and again into the warmth of the softness that
maddened her core's crease with its sensual sliding actions again and
again and again. And then, once more she collapsed and went along with
her consciousness to the heaven between heavens, to rest once more and
recharge her batteries.

     Steven released her breasts and nipples back to herself and sat
up straight, looking down on Briony as she lay spent for just the
moment. Her chest heaved fully for each gasping breath her body needed
to stay awake, while her consciousness once again hovered just above
unconsciousness. Her lips were parted, her mouth hung open, but he
resisted the urge to cover it with his own once again. He moved slowly
off her and the chair, positioning himself between her widely
strapped-open legs and thighs, spearing his gaze directly into the
heart of her flaming red centre while he waited for her breathing to
once again settle down.  Then he would talk to her again. And again,
as he knew from long experience, she would listen and respond fully to
his hypnotic, and extremely sensual suggestions.

			* * * * * * * *
				While he waited for Briony to recover
and rest Steven began talking, repeating the same things over and over
again until he could tell she was once again listening.

     "That's fine." he told her soothing and warmly. "You're doing
perfectly .. and your company will be so proud of you for .. setting
the example .. you are to make them better all round .. Feel your
strength returning .. with your awareness of the soft light .. you
will see when .. you open your eyes now and .. gaze at it now ..
knowing .. you are about to receive ..  the most intense .. and
rapturous pleasure .. from the heavens themselves .. and .. it will be
delivered personally .. by the angel himself .. right into .. the very
core of your womanhood's pleasure centre itself .. quickly .. only
there .. quickly .. only there .. quickly .. only there ..  quickly ..
so .. you can receive it personally .. from the angel and .. be so
proud to know in your heart that .. you have been truly chosen .. and
blessed with such incredible pleasure ..  and rapture that .. only ..
the heavens have chosen you .. especially for as .. you open yourself
now .. and receive." 

     Steven repeated the exact same thing five times before Briony
finally stirred to awareness of the sound of his voice. When she did
he repeated it once more, knowing that this time she was fully
listening as her eyes focussed on the soft light behind him, seemingly
looking right through him as they did so.

     Briony listened entranced as she mentally willed the centre of
her womanhood to open like a flower, feeling her strength returning
quickly. Her mind cleared and her senses focussed on the soft light,
as she mentally noted to herself that she would have a gown of that
gorgeous colour as well. So many beautiful gowns, she thought in awe.
And then, in an explosion of intense and sudden feeling that drove a
loud and unforced, deep-gutted groan from her mouth and lips, Briony's
mind and consciousness suddenly erupted in the white lights of sheer,
white hot burning bliss that almost sent her insane on the spot. Her
hips jerked and thrust violently upward as the searing white heat
engulfed her most secret and most pleasurable diamond so fine.

     After placing the hot palm of hands directly over her mons and
soft, swollen red- haired, downy crease, Steven leaned forward, and,
reaching beneath her buttocks and back around her belly toward her
junction, his gentle fingers found the swollen, warm lips of her
flaming red centre and spread them delicately, wider and wider, until
he finally saw her glistening emerald core of heat and fire. It stood
passionately engorged and proudly upright in all its womanly glory. He
heard Briony groaned loudly and gutturally into the sound-proof room
at his gentle touch. 

     Then slowly, gently, he pulled upward with his soft fingers,
drawing back the soft, warm glistening hood which covered the
simmering sapphire of her molten core he sought so hungrily for his
first and last exquisite tasting. And then slowly, he covered it with
his mouth, engulfing it completely, his lips forming the perfect seal
around its small, but thick and swollen base. He began then to suckle
and draw it away from her loins themselves as he licked and circled
its quivering, shuddering fleshy essence.

     The jewel of Briony's Nile burst into rapturous angelic song, as
did her entire lower belly, hips, buttocks and loins as she felt her
flawless pleasure diamond drawn away from the heated flesh of her
loins and suckled strongly. She knew the feel of a flat, warm tongue,
as well as its spearing and circling action as it licked the swollen
and aching lips of her slick red crease. Her buttocks tensed, flexed
and contracted continually as they torched with a fire never felt
right there in the depths of her nether-land deep crease before. Her
nipples stung, swinging wildly with her breasts as she writhed her
upper torso and threw herself from side to side, but the intensity of
the most profoundly deep rapture and bliss was the exact centre of her
volcano's molten core.

     Briony's throbbing fleshy core, suckled deeply into Steven's
mouth and held securely captive between the perfect seal of his hungry
lips tasted never before as sweet to him as he repeatedly and
relentlessly drew it away again and again, releasing it back to her,
to then repeat his mouthing and tonguing actions, over and over again.
He licked and lapped, suckling and strongly sucking her flawless
diamond over and over into his heated mouth, until he sensed she could
take little more before reaching the summit of her passion's mountain. 

     And then he expertly and deliberately sent her over the top of
the precipice, tumbling all the way down, over and over into her
bottomless pit of extreme raw pleasure as the fine edge of his teeth
began to gently nip the base of her pulsing shaft with each suckling
and drawing motion of his mouth. He felt her thrust her hips and
thighs aggressively and wildly against his sliding and circling
buttocks, but he held her firm with his his hands on her hips as she
twisted and writhed beneath the ferocious and extremely intimate and
savagely sensual attack on her most private core.

     Briony's volcano of pleasure erupted and exploded violently,
beautifully, again and again, over and over, throbbing its gloriously
sensual and electrifying message through the dense thick fog covering
her consciousness and threatening to extinguish her lights before it
was completely over. She screamed loudly again, her hips bucking
wildly like a trapped animal in the most severe animal mating heat, as
wave, after wave, after wave of molten white hot fire and pleasure
washed over her body from head to toe, bathing her pulsating and
throbbing jewel again, and again in white heat that torched and burned
her beautifully, then dissipated quickly as it fanned upward and
backward, racing like wildfire down into the depths of her buttocks
and back up through the tumultuous depths of her red-matted crease
again, yet to bathe her mind, body and senses once again in its white
hot melting fire.

     Steven pressed his face and mouth hard against her twisting slick
centre, driving and spearing his tongue again and again into the
quivering shaft of her throbbing and quivering womanhood. He lapped
and suckled, spearing and lancing it's quivering essence over and over
as he drew her rampant flesh inside his hungry mouth, sucking her
deeply, over and over, each action of his mouth, lips and tongue
stronger and more fierce than the last.

     Briony screamed again and again, yet each time the sound of her
tortured voice returned to her muffled and far away. Then suddenly,
her world erupted like a meteor strike had hit the apex of her aching
and blazing junction a thousand times over, exploding like a
super-nova in the stars of the heavens above, finally causing her
embattled conscious lights to dim once again. Her rapture carried her
away swiftly, high into the heavens where she sang with her own body
and the beautiful angel who had delivered her chosen gift of rapture
and sweet bliss personally to her. And then she knew no more as the
sandman closed her eyes for just a little while once again.

			* * * * * * * * 
				Leaving Briony to rest and perhaps
sleep for a little while Steven withdrew from the therapy chair and
got himself a glass of cold water. He sat back down between her
secured legs and sipped it while he waited for her breathing to
settle. And then he began to talk to her once again to help her to
return to the world in the room for her final receiving of the
hypnotic pleasure he had promised her.

     "That's fine." he began in a familiar tone. "You're doing
perfectly .. and now .. you feel your strength returning .. with your
health vital and .. very strong as you .. prepare to receive your
final gift .. from the angel who .. chose you to receive .. in your
deep channel ..  only as with .. each and every penetration .. only
there will you .. feel his girth widen .. and expand pleasurably ..
inside you and .. pleasurably stretch you to .. incredibly pleasurable
limits with .. each pleasure stroke and .. his pleasurable length will
.. lengthen with each long pleasure stroke .. into your furnace and ..
only there will .. you reach you peak .. very .. very quickly .. only
there .. only there .. quickly .. quickly"

     Steven repeated the halting paragraph nine times before Briony
stirred to awareness once again and half-opened her eyes to focus once
again on the tiny light above and behind him. After he had repeated it
all a tenth time he positioned himself over her widely displayed and
inviting flaming red, slick centre. He held himself by his forearms,
resting them on the soft, strong arms of the recliner as he approached
the radiating overflow of the molten slickness of her junction. The
very tip of him sensed her heat instantly as it glided easily through
the hot molten lava already spewing forth from between the swollen
gates of her passion.

     Briony gasped and then gut-groaned deeply as she felt herself
penetrated by what she could only describe as an enormous shaft of
pure rigid fire. She opened her thighs as wide as she could to let the
intense and pleasurable heat escape, only to feel herself being
stretched to her channel's capacity as the fiery spear from the pit of
a volcano sheathed itself smoothly and deeply into her heated and
well-slickened depths. Again and again did she seek to open her thighs
more widely to accommodate the most exquisite and rapturous stretching
her loins and thighs hand ever experienced. 

     When the tip of the steel fire lancing her body so deeply touched
the neck of her cervix Briony screamed with a bursting passion and
lust she had never thought existed in the entire universe. Her heart
burst with her exploding senses. And with each expanding, deeply
invading shafting did she feel her body stretch in girth and length
even more before the penetrating and pleasurable spearing, diving heat

     Her pleasure-tortured body ached for release, yet pained for more
of the same at the same time. When the white hot wide lance of fire
touched the very back of her each time, over and over again she heard
herself scream, feeling it pushing her cervix way back up inside
herself to further its driving strokes into her body's tumultuous
depths. What was filling her body and her senses was widening and
lengthening with each searing, stretching, pushing and pleasurable
stroke into her humid depths and she loved it for all it was worth.
Briony then again sensed a familiar feeling - one that signalled only
too well she was about to explode yet again, and as never before in
her wildest sexual fantasy of what raw pleasure could actually feel
like.

     Steven stroked her steadily, relentlessly, like the throbbing,
driving piston of a V-8 racing car engine, thrusting more deeply and
more rapidly each time, hammering and driving her downward, over and
over again into the soft firmness of the supporting velvet chair. On
and on did he penetrate her flaming red swollen and slippery centre,
invading her liquid molten depths and driving her mind and body
finally to the peak of her passion for the last and final time. And
now he sensed the extreme and very violent urgency of her
uncontrollable and rapid, jerking upward thrusts beneath his pounding
loins.

     Then deliberately, Steven withdrew slowly back to her gripping,
thrusting entrance, leaving her heaving pelvis to fire and jerk
uncontrollably upward like a jackhammer into only his burning tip for
resistance to her actions. Then, resting the tip of his burning ember
just inside the portals to her flaming red gate he plunged himself
violently downward into her liquid fiery depths with all the force he
could muster, pistoning her viciously and deeply down into the soft
firmness of the velvet recliner. 

     He heard her scream and grunt loudly at the same time beneath the
sheer force of his downward-driving thrust as he fell on her with his
entire weight and gripped the chair sides, impaling her like a stuck
pig on a spit. Then he pulled himself even more deeply down inside her
body with the sheer force of his arms. And then, unable to hold his
own release a second longer, he felt the boiling, molten lava of his
own loins and stolen passion break their boundaries for the first time
that day. He erupted with all the force of nature with his fluids of
fire in spurt, after spurt, after hot, pulsing spurt, deeply into the
confines of the deepest part of her boiling channel of heaving and
twisting womanly fire.

     Briony felt the beautifully excruciating and painful pleasure of
feeling she was being split completely in half by the weight, the
girth, and the length of the burning spear of raw heated pleasure that
now penetrated her depths where no man or fingers had ever penetrated
before. She felt herself forced down into a dark and rapturous abyss
under the sheer weight and size of the burning lance as her body
stretched and lengthened internally under the violence of the sensual
assault. She grunted loudly as the air left her lungs in a rush, and
then Briony screamed as her firing wide junction sought any way it
could of its own volition to accommodate such blissful hugeness and
never let it go for as long as she had breath in her body.

     Steven gripped the sides of the chair viciously, hammering and
pounding his loins down into her heated, boiling depths, again and
again, relentlessly and mercilessly spearing her soaked fed blanket
over and over while she continued thrusting her upward driving loins
of molten, twisting fire and brimstone. He was aware that her body had
broken free once again for mer conscious mind and taken control
completely as it searched ferociously for every last drop of raw lust
and passion it could find, like a thunderous tornado seeking its
always elusive heat source, wherever it could find it, while her
consciousness, such that it was under the hypnotic influence of his
suggestions, had no choice or will to do anything but go along with
for the ride. 

     Steven knew Briony had lost it completely, and so had he. With
her last final and violent upward thrust, she arched her yearning and
exploding, flaming red centre quickly upward as he cored the very
deepest heart of her that last time. With sheer strength from her
unconscious mind did he feel her then lift his entire weight as she
screamed and held herself impaled solidly and deeply, as high off the
recliner as her bonds would allow her to strain.  And then, after
holding that position beneath him for what seemed like an eternity he
felt her suddenly collapse like a burst balloon, dropping like a rock,
limp and lifeless beneath him on the chair. Steven fell with her with
her dead weight, driving her down several fiery and thumping last
times with the last dying strength of his iron will and fire torch,
emptying the last pulsing of his hot seed deeply inside her boiling
liquid centre.

     Briony sensed somewhere in her rapidly fading awareness that her
hips and thighs were long lost to her own conscious control - that she
had just been going along for the most glorious and pleasurable ride
of her entire life. Her lungs had screamed at her for more air as she
fought to shout her passion for everything as she felt herself falling
into a bottomless abyss of never-ending rapture and sheer pleasure and
bliss - and wanting it to continue as it was forever and a day as she
tumbled downward in her mind, over and over, ever-downward into the
blackness - the pure, raw and unadulterated passion and lust she was
still receiving over and over from the angel of her own special
heaven. 

     Again and again, over and over did the waves of passion's violent
surf crash breathtakingly down on the beaches of her mind and senses
as she felt herself driven viciously and pleasingly down and down and
down into the dark abyss - feeling the hammer of the angel crash over
and over, again and again on the anvil of her uncontrollable crease
and core centre. Briony felt as if she were dying and falling through
heaven's gate itself, knowing in her soul at that precise moment in
time that had she ever wanted to die, she believed that this was the
meaning of the term, 'natural causes' she wanted written on her death
certificate - 'death by extreme natural causes.' And then the welcome
blackness closed her eyes for the last time and she knew no more.

			* * * * * * * * 
				Steven placed his coffee cup down on
his desk and glanced at his watch - almost 4 p.m. He had left Briony
to sleep almost two hours ago, after first rousing her to just above
unconsciousness and giving her amnesic and suggestions of well-being
and natural strength, among other things, over and over again as he
cleaned her from head to toe. Then he dressed her as she had been when
she had first sat down in the chair, paying extra careful attention to
smoothing all her clothing down as it should appear to her first
glance when she awoke. She had now been sleeping for almost two and a
half hours straight. Time to bring her back to the world of her own
reality and let her make of it what she would, along with the help of
his post-hypnotic suggestions.

     He walked back to the therapy room, woke her up gently and then
waited for her to rouse herself and reorientate completely to her
surroundings. 

     Briony awoke to the therapist's soothing, warm voice with a smile
on her face, feeling bright-eyed and bushy-tailed about her hypnotic
experience, not that she could recall much of it at all. But she told
him she felt great, and she really did, in every sense, and that if
this was how all the employees would feel after hypnosis she would be
recommending it to her management team, and for them to take a session
themselves - of that, there was no doubt.

     Steven could see he had been successful with Briony on all
counts, but then, he never doubted for a moment that he wouldn't be.
She was a changed woman, alright, just as she had said, but he had one
last aspect of her to change - one last pleasure centre to allow her
to experience hypnotically before he could really call her changed
completely, inside and out.  And that he had already arranged to
happen on the weekend with a post-hypnotic trigger.

			 * * * * * * *

Briony bounced out of the therapist's office building extremely happy
and content with her day's work. She felt she was almost floating over
the pavement as she walked to the car-park to retrieve her car. Once
belted in she drove out onto the freeway and down along the coast
road, back toward her own office building on the other side of town.
Briony felt strangely adrift from the world and its problem for some
reason, not really wanting to go back to work.

     She glanced at her watch, amazed again for the twelfth time or so
that so much time had passed while she had been in hypnosis. It had
only seemed to her like a few minutes. But she had awoken feeling so
wonderful and refreshed - so vital and so glad to be alive. And with
such a feeling of well-being and strong physical strength it had
completely left her in awe of what hypnosis could achieve for her
company in its productivity increases if all of the employees felt as
terrific as she did right then, when they had a session with the
amazing Mr Steven Hall.

     She looked at her watch once again as she drove steadily onward.
And then, on impulse, and for no other reason she braked harshly,
turning quickly down a sandy road that led to the golden beach - one
that Briony knew that at this time of day would be deserted by both
man and beast alike. She pulled to a slow stop at the sandy edge and
looked around her to the left and the right. Then, satisfied that no
one was around to see what she planned to do she switched off the
ignition and slid her seat all the way back, laying the backrest into
the fully down position. Then she lifted her hips and thighs and
slipped off her panties, lying back down and spreading her legs as
widely as she could. Her gentle fingers quickly found the source of
her search and the warm wetness of their pleasurable wantings as they
rapidly brought her passion to the boil for the first time that day in
her conscious mind.

     At the height of her little car's gentle swaying movements, and
with her windows wound all the way up to muffle her moans and groans
of pleasure at her peak, Briony found herself easily able to hear the
therapist's soothing, rich voice. She could almost imagine what he was
telling her to do, as if she could somehow dream it in the back of her
mind's eye. But at that moment in her pleasure's peaking it seemed too
real to be questioned, and, besides, she had been horny for a week
with her boyfriend out of town on business, so Briony had to settle
with, luckily for her, strangely being able to easily imagine what it
might have been like to have been pleasured over and over, on every
part of her body, while lying on that beautiful, comfortable recliner
chair, under deep hypnosis. 

     After her peak had lived its glorious releasing and satisfying
moment in time she just lay there panting loudly, getting her breath
back before driving home and going into the office the next day.
Briony sighed deeply. "Oh well," she sighed loudly into the humid air
of her car's interior. "I guess I'll never know."

			* * * * * * * * 

Steven had bade a very cheery and happy Briony a bright and friendly
farewell, and was told to expect to hear from her in the next few days
with the decision of her firm to utilise his hypnotic services. As he
walked back and sat heavily down behind his desk he wondered the same
thing he always wondered after one of these sessions - how many more
years could he go on like this - company after company - session after
session, before he died of a heart- attack in mid-stroke one day while
riding some female executive of some big company to the most
pleasurable hypnotic heights her imagination could take her to beneath
him in the sound-proof therapy room of his top floor office? Not to
mention the other females of the company after that?

     Then he smiled, and then grinned widely as he repeated the same
answer to that question he had always repeated, whenever he asked it
of himself. 

     "For as long as companies needed productivity increases," he said
aloud, then added with a wry smile, "Or, for as long as women continue
to listen."

		      A*n *o *t *h *e *r* 
				H*a *p *p *y*
				E*n *d *i *n *g*
				by Mesmer.  



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