"Look at this one," she said naughtytherapy, pointing to naughtytherapy an entry circled in red pen :
I reached up to naughtytherapy her naughtytherapy and cradled naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy.
"As you naughtytherapy know from the course description, this workshop naughtytherapy is about hypnosis for couples. I've been a practicing hypnotherapist for naughtytherapy about naughtytherapy five years now, and for the last two I've specialized in treating sexual dysfunctions naughtytherapy in both men and women. In that time it access's been my pleasure naughtytherapy to teach hundreds of naughtytherapy couples how they can use hypnosis to enhance their access love lives. If you naughtytherapy stay with access me and work together over naughtytherapy the three sessions naughtytherapy in this class, I promise you that the experience will change the way you think about sexual pleasure."
I took a quick look around the room naughtytherapy and saw several people looking relieved. The idea had naughtytherapy never occurred to me, but apparently it had to them; I guess that naughtytherapy proves I'm on the wrong side of 35.
"That's a naughtytherapy fair question, Ellen naughtytherapy," Carol replied diplomatically. "Every so often in hypnotherapy, a patient comes along who is naughtytherapy highly resistant to hypnosis. Most of the naughtytherapy 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 access hard time letting their subconscious naughtytherapy take over. It's been my experience that once a patient has been educated about the hypnotic state and naughtytherapy any naughtytherapy latent fears or doubts have been naughtytherapy put to rest, anyone who is willing naughtytherapy can enter hypnosis."
My head was full of the music from the naughtytherapy boom naughtytherapy box. The tone naughtytherapy had changed naughtytherapy slightly, I thought - the rhythm had slowed ever naughtytherapy so slightly, the pitch lowered just a hair. A warm, comfortable feeling naughtytherapy began to flow through my body.
We thanked Carol and said naughtytherapy goodnight, our minds naughtytherapy mostly occupied with our own special techniques, which we intended to put naughtytherapy into practice as soon as we got home.
The naughtytherapy drive home was interesting, to say naughtytherapy the least. As I drove, my eyes kept wandering over to Meg in naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy she sat down in naughtytherapy the car seat, showing me lots and lots of lean, sexy upper leg. Somehow naughtytherapy I managed to tear my eyes away enough to watch the road.
"You mean your access flaring nostrils, the rising naughtytherapy color naughtytherapy in your cheeks, and the way you keep looking at naughtytherapy me naughtytherapy while you grope yourself? No, I hardly noticed access at all."
Meg let out a naughtytherapy Bronx cheer, then reached over into my lap. "Feels like I'm not the naughtytherapy only one whose naughtytherapy boiler naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy shaft naughtytherapy through my access briefs.
Meg naughtytherapy opened her eyes and checked our position: about 3 blocks from the house. "Hallelujah." she naughtytherapy cried. "I knew you had it naughtytherapy in naughtytherapy you ... now naughtytherapy hurry up so you can get it into me."
A naughtytherapy small corner of my mind naughtytherapy started laughing. Meg is never shy about letting naughtytherapy me know when she's horny, but I'd never naughtytherapy seen her this incensed before naughtytherapy. The fact that I was in equally naughtytherapy bad shape naughtytherapy myself made it all the more naughtytherapy funny access.
"Yes ." she gasped as I buried my cock between her legs. "Oh, this is perfect naughtytherapy. Don't you dare naughtytherapy stop naughtytherapy."
If there naughtytherapy's one problem with having a Thursday night like we naughtytherapy'd had, it naughtytherapy's this: Friday can't help naughtytherapy but seem naughtytherapy lame by comparison naughtytherapy. I spent most naughtytherapy of naughtytherapy the day glued to my desk naughtytherapy, updating some CAD naughtytherapy drawings with last-minute changes from naughtytherapy the client. Once naughtytherapy I'd sent the finished version across the wire to the naughtytherapy print shop, it was just after three o naughtytherapy'clock - too early naughtytherapy to leave naughtytherapy, too late to start something new.
While I was up naughtytherapy, I grabbed one of the high naughtytherapy-backed chairs from naughtytherapy the team room and dragged it back to my cube. From the progress on my computer screen, I naughtytherapy figured I had about twenty minutes to kill.
My eyes naughtytherapy opened again almost naughtytherapy immediately, or so it seemed. I felt wide awake, at ease, rested. Meg naughtytherapy stirred next to me. "What time is it?"
My cock was screaming for attention, but I willed myself to let go and get naughtytherapy back to the naughtytherapy original plan. I put my mouth over naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy. Meg moaned deeply, and soon I could feel moisture coating naughtytherapy my fingertips as they stroked her center naughtytherapy.
That week passed naughtytherapy very slowly for us. After our little naughtytherapy experiment Monday, we were naughtytherapy both anxious to continue with our education.
"Before bringing naughtytherapy you out of hypnosis last week, I suggested that upon waking you would be much naughtytherapy more aware than access usual of how sexy your partner really is, and that this naughtytherapy increased awareness naughtytherapy would lead naughtytherapy to your having sexual thoughts and naughtytherapy desires. Then naughtytherapy I suggested that each of naughtytherapy those thoughts would add naughtytherapy to a growing naughtytherapy, irresistible lust naughtytherapy that wouldn't be satisfied until naughtytherapy you make love with your partner, which access you would do at the first safe opportunity."
"Rapid induction," Jim said by way of naughtytherapy explanation. "One of the suggestions I always reinforce with Carol is that she will drop into trance whenever I utter a naughtytherapy particular naughtytherapy phrase. As you can naughtytherapy see, it naughtytherapy's a very fast way to take your partner into trance. It's also kind of fun in its own right," he naughtytherapy added, winking at us.
Carol's eyes snapped open . Her face looked blank for naughtytherapy a naughtytherapy second or two, but then she blinked a few times and naughtytherapy seemed to reorient naughtytherapy herself. "You're wide awake now, fully alert naughtytherapy," Jim said, but he kept a firm grip on her until she cleared her throat and agreed with him.
"There's one toward the naughtytherapy end called 'Hand Breathing naughtytherapy'. It naughtytherapy's a personal favorite of mine; it produces great relaxation, and works very well with kinesthetic types."
"Just a naughtytherapy few tips on how to use these scripts," she said naughtytherapy. "First of all, these are not magical incantations. Just reading naughtytherapy one of naughtytherapy these out loud to your partner is not going access to do anything for her. The best naughtytherapy way to use these is to realize that an induction script is little more than access a series naughtytherapy of suggestions that naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy it says, and relay that naughtytherapy to naughtytherapy your partner. If the wording feels awkward, go ahead and reword it so that naughtytherapy you're comfortable with it .
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 naughtytherapy moving through your arms, you may notice naughtytherapy that it leaves the muscles in your hands feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy. Just imagine that, imagine the air flowing through naughtytherapy your access hands, relaxing them, bringing that tingle naughtytherapy through your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as it flows through. Breathe deeply naughtytherapy and feel the flow as your arms relax so completely." The twitching stopped, and Meg's arms seemed to settle, rising and naughtytherapy falling as she naughtytherapy breathed in and out.
Something touched naughtytherapy my elbow; I turned my head and saw Carol kneeling behind me. "You're naughtytherapy doing great," she said softly. "Your pacing is naughtytherapy smooth and steady naughtytherapy, which is good naughtytherapy. Can you see naughtytherapy how well it's working naughtytherapy?"
"Very good naughtytherapy, Meg. Rest now, darling. Just let yourself drift and naughtytherapy relax, rest and sleep, until I say your access name naughtytherapy again."
Jim naughtytherapy nodded approvingly from naughtytherapy his naughtytherapy position at Meg naughtytherapy's naughtytherapy feet, then went on to another couple. I sat back naughtytherapy 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 access the hypnofetish naughtytherapy stories I'd naughtytherapy read, I wasn't really prepared for the power rush that came from realizing I naughtytherapy could actually do this. The possibilities naughtytherapy were staggering ... not to mention arousing.
"Huh?" She was struggling to naughtytherapy keep her eyes open.
"Relax naughtytherapy and let go," I said soothingly. "Don't fight it, just let it happen. Let the trigger phrase take naughtytherapy you swiftly naughtytherapy, easily down into your deepest, most comfortable sleep." As Carol had predicted, Meg gave up the struggle immediately and sank naughtytherapy back into the cushions below. I repeated myself several times, encouraging her to sink deeper and deeper, then ran through the trigger suggestions again naughtytherapy. It took all of my concentration to focus on that instead of the growing lump in my pants. When Meg had naughtytherapy again agreed to respond to the trigger, I counted to three and woke her up again naughtytherapy.
She came to more quickly this naughtytherapy time. "Hey," she started, "What did you naughtytherapy d naughtytherapy-"
"Can you sit up access?"
"Yes."
I followed her access instructions as given, letting access 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 naughtytherapy of it as we kept going. I started letting Meg naughtytherapy get up and move around during her awake times, but access I naughtytherapy made sure I was in position to catch naughtytherapy her before giving her the trigger again. By the naughtytherapy time Carol naughtytherapy called access an end to the exercise, Meg and I were able to duplicate what Carol and Jim had done at the beginning: I naughtytherapy could stand access behind Meg, give naughtytherapy her the trigger, and naughtytherapy catch her as she naughtytherapy let go.
"Yes." Carol gasped heavily naughtytherapy, the truth of Jim's naughtytherapy statement evident in her naughtytherapy face. "Yes, it is."
"Yes , Virginia," he naughtytherapy said, "you can use hypnosis naughtytherapy to induce an orgasm."
"The subconscious can control almost any bodily function," Jim explained while Carol recovered, "even those naughtytherapy that we naughtytherapy think of naughtytherapy as involuntary. Before you get grandiose ideas, though, let me tell naughtytherapy you right off that it takes a very experienced subject to be able to orgasm on command. Don't even try it until you access are both doing well with the simpler suggestions naughtytherapy."
"Also, be very naughtytherapy careful in choosing naughtytherapy your language. The subconscious naughtytherapy takes everything you say literally; it doesn't process naughtytherapy slang, euphemisms, sarcasm, or humor the way naughtytherapy the conscious mind does. A naughtytherapy suggestion access like, 'The sound of naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy man naughtytherapy get an erection whenever he naughtytherapy spots your cat."
"Oh, yes naughtytherapy," she breathed.
"Yes, Patrick."
"Good. The signal that will cause you to access re-experience that naughtytherapy memory naughtytherapy is the word 'anticlimax.' Later tonight naughtytherapy, when you are fully awake and alert, I will say the word 'anticlimax' to you and that will be your naughtytherapy signal. Your body will respond automatically naughtytherapy to that signal access, just as it does when I give you the signal to go back into trance. You won't have to naughtytherapy think about it naughtytherapy, you won't naughtytherapy want to resist, you will simply allow yourself to experience those wonderful feelings again. Okay naughtytherapy?"
I naughtytherapy shrugged naughtytherapy. "We wait for further instructions, I guess."
We both nodded. "What's next?" Meg asked.
Meg looked at me expectantly after Carol naughtytherapy left us. "Well, aren naughtytherapy't you naughtytherapy going to try out whatever surprise you've planted naughtytherapy in my psyche?"
"I thought I'd save naughtytherapy it for naughtytherapy at home, when we're alone ."
"Why not naughtytherapy?"
As I expected, Meg's body relaxed on cue. I was able access to catch naughtytherapy her as she pitched forward naughtytherapy and hold her more naughtytherapy or less upright against me. Her eyes were closed, but naughtytherapy I sensed naughtytherapy she naughtytherapy was naughtytherapy still awake.
"I see you've found something to do," she observed, winking.
"Body memory naughtytherapy," I explained. "We tried a little independent naughtytherapy study naughtytherapy activity a few days ago."
Meg's physical responses matched what I remembered from Monday, sound for sound. Her moaning grew louder and naughtytherapy faster as she became more naughtytherapy and more aroused. I watched alternating between naughtytherapy fascination and a strange kind of naughtytherapy envy -part of me wished that I were the naughtytherapy one draped across naughtytherapy the naughtytherapy floor wallowing in sexual naughtytherapy bliss naughtytherapy. I naughtytherapy had a feeling we were beginning to attract naughtytherapy attention, but other than a quick peek in Carol's access direction I didn't dare check to see who else might be looking. The crescendo continued to build just naughtytherapy as I remembered it until naughtytherapy Meg went over the naughtytherapy edge into an orgasm that, from the looks of her, was every bit as powerful as the original naughtytherapy.
When it naughtytherapy was finally naughtytherapy over naughtytherapy and Meg's labored breathing naughtytherapy was naughtytherapy the only sound I could hear, I looked naughtytherapy around: Carol, Jim, and all of naughtytherapy our naughtytherapy classmates naughtytherapy were staring, spellbound naughtytherapy, at Meg's quivering naughtytherapy form. Soon naughtytherapy Meg opened naughtytherapy her eyes, noticed the crowd, and realized she was the center of attention.
She answered on the first ring. "Hi, honey."
A long fifteen minutes later, the phone rang . I access made sure that our home number was on the display before answering. "Hello there," I said. "What phone naughtytherapy are access you using?"
"That's access right , Saturday naughtytherapy morning. Over naughtytherapy three days ago. That's naughtytherapy a long time for us, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
"A very long time naughtytherapy," I naughtytherapy agreed. "So long, in fact, that it's difficult to imagine going much naughtytherapy longer. You're a naughtytherapy healthy young woman with an active libido, Meg access. It naughtytherapy isn't natural for you to naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy body wants its naughtytherapy pleasure naughtytherapy, and it will not be denied naughtytherapy. With every passing minute, your sexual desire increases. It will not be satisfied until you have made love naughtytherapy with me naughtytherapy and we have both had an orgasm. Do you understand, Meg?"
"I understand."
Summoning all of naughtytherapy my naughtytherapy strength, I grabbed her naughtytherapy under the armpits and hauled her back upward, spinning around at the same time. Now naughtytherapy it was Meg naughtytherapy jammed against the bookcase, and at almost the perfect height. I jacked her up naughtytherapy a naughtytherapy little more and positioned my cock between her legs. She naughtytherapy 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 naughtytherapy arms went straight out to hold onto the bookcase. I put both hands on her butt and pulled her to naughtytherapy me, working her up and naughtytherapy down on my shaft. Meg picked up on my rhythm naughtytherapy and started working with me, using naughtytherapy her grip on the naughtytherapy bookcase to help lift naughtytherapy and drop, lift and drop. Her breasts bobbed tantalizingly close naughtytherapy to my face naughtytherapy, but I couldn naughtytherapy't naughtytherapy quite reach them without access breaking contact and I wasn't about to do naughtytherapy that.
"But ..." I prompted, knowing there had to be one naughtytherapy coming soon naughtytherapy.
"I understand, honey," I said truthfully. "Last week when you were responding to the 'anticlimax' trigger, I naughtytherapy was a little bit jealous of how easily you were able to just naughtytherapy let yourself go. That's something I want to experience first hand."
We ate naughtytherapy quickly naughtytherapy and cleaned up even more so, no major naughtytherapy feat naughtytherapy considering all we naughtytherapy had naughtytherapy to do was put naughtytherapy away the naughtytherapy leftover pizza naughtytherapy and naughtytherapy toss naughtytherapy everything into the trash can. We were naughtytherapy underway soon after naughtytherapy, in plenty naughtytherapy of time naughtytherapy to get to class naughtytherapy.
"Yes, it is," she answered distantly.
"We naughtytherapy don 't need much in the way of naughtytherapy preliminaries this week," Carol began after noting the attendance naughtytherapy in naughtytherapy her book. "We naughtytherapy'll start out pretty much like last naughtytherapy week, except in the opposite roles naughtytherapy. 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 naughtytherapy go over how to establish a trigger and reinforce it, just like naughtytherapy they did naughtytherapy with you naughtytherapy last week. Any questions naughtytherapy from last week before we naughtytherapy start?"
Nobody raised a hand. I was amused to note a couple of the naughtytherapy women looking at their mates naughtytherapy suspiciously.
"But don't let yourselves get hung up on that," she continued. "Very naughtytherapy few of the triggers you use will be things naughtytherapy you naughtytherapy want to keep long naughtytherapy term. Your rapid induction trigger, and perhaps one or two favorite tricks naughtytherapy that you both enjoy, would be naughtytherapy all naughtytherapy that you really want to hold onto. Use naughtytherapy your imagination to come up with new things rather than repeating the same old suggestions naughtytherapy. Make naughtytherapy love without hypnosis as well - variety is still the spice of life."
I opened my eyes to answer naughtytherapy. "Something isn't naughtytherapy quite right, but I don't naughtytherapy know what. I'm trying to focus, trying to make myself relax, but I only get so naughtytherapy far and can't naughtytherapy seem to keep going."
"Don't help," she naughtytherapy said firmly. "That's not your naughtytherapy job. In fact, let's give you naughtytherapy something else to naughtytherapy do." Carol left us naughtytherapy long enough naughtytherapy to pick up her organizer and retrieve a small laminated card from a section naughtytherapy in naughtytherapy the middle. She handed the card naughtytherapy to Meg. "Try this one, it's very good for naughtytherapy situations like this."
"... Wake naughtytherapy up now, darling naughtytherapy."
"Can I make him get hard whenever I want?" Tamika naughtytherapy asked naughtytherapy, prompting a buzz of chuckles from naughtytherapy the rest of us.
"Not really naughtytherapy. Lights out, darling..."
Meg grabbed the keys naughtytherapy out of my hand as we approached the car. "I naughtytherapy'm driving," she said firmly. I agreed naughtytherapy and slid into the passenger seat.
"Glad access you like it," she said smugly. "Let naughtytherapy me know when you've had enough."
"No you won't," she said calmly. "Trust me on that one."
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