Hypnosis for Couples

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

"I want fucking to thank you all for coming tonight," she began, that silky hot voice grabbing our collective attention easily hot. "I'm your instructor for this course. To my patients hot and colleagues fucking, I am fucking Dr. Sherman; in here, though, I like to keep things casual and friendly, so please just hotfuckingatfuckingmachines call me Carol."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing," I answered. I fucking rolled away from Meg and checked out my alarm clock hot. It hot read 2:10pm, so I set the alarm time hot to 3:15. "Just hot a precaution," I explained. "As hot nice fucking as this is, I don't want to spend hotfuckingatfuckingmachines the whole afternoon sacked out hotfuckingatfuckingmachines."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How fucking long will hot she stay out?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nope."

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

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

"I hotfuckingatfuckingmachines'm hard having evil thoughts hot."

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

"I understand."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, it is," she answered distantly.

"Good. At the count of three hotfuckingatfuckingmachines you fucking will awaken. Your conscious mind will not hotfuckingatfuckingmachines remember anything about hotfuckingatfuckingmachines this conversation, or even hot that you were in hard fucking trance at all tonight, but fucking your subconscious fucking will remember and you will react accordingly. One ... two fucking ... three." I kept hard fucking my eyes fixed on the road, but hotfuckingatfuckingmachines in my peripheral vision hotfuckingatfuckingmachines I saw Meg's head hot jerk as she awoke hotfuckingatfuckingmachines, then jpeg settle back into its fucking original position. "You okay hotfuckingatfuckingmachines?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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