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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good idea hot," she agreed.

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

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

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

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

"A couple of simple posthypnotic suggestions," she explained. "One of the keys to man using erotic hypnosis is believing that it really at can work. Before woman fucking man you try making suggestions to each other, I wanted fucking you all to see and feel for yourselves fucking that the results we are going to talk about are possible fucking - not just in the abstract hotfuckingatfuckingmachines, but for you hotfuckingatfuckingmachines specifically. The best fucking way to prove man that to you was by hot example woman fucking man.

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

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

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

That was all the end of the hot standard script fucking. Meg's breathing had slowed so much I could barely tell woman fucking man when hot she inhaled. I watched her for a few moments - she's so beautiful hot when she's hotfuckingatfuckingmachines asleep - then thumbed through the booklet to find the staircase deepener.

"Yes, I will hotfuckingatfuckingmachines."

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

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

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

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

"Can you sit up?"

"Is that better?"

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

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

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

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

We all had a good laugh, but the point hotfuckingatfuckingmachines was well taken. Carol reminded us again about some of hot the fucking basic hotfuckingatfuckingmachines rules we hot had discussed at the hot previous class, then announced that hotfuckingatfuckingmachines we would now try an hotfuckingatfuckingmachines erotic suggestion fucking of our hot own fucking devising.

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

"Okay."

I shrugged. "We wait woman fucking man for further instructions, I guess machines."

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

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

The other couples were finishing up soon fucking, too. One woman giggled and squeezed her legs together every time her mate said a trigger word. Another seemed unable to take her eyes off hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her husband fucking's crotch. The hotfuckingatfuckingmachines most surprising moment machines for me came when a willowy blonde - I think her name was Pam - stood up, turned to face the whole fucking class, and all lifted her top. She stood at there, bare breasts exposed, for hot a hot good five-count before covering hotfuckingatfuckingmachines up fucking and sitting back down. Her stunned expression told us that she hadn't planned on doing that woman; her erect nipples when she did it again a few seconds later told all us she was getting woman fucking man quite a charge out of it.

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

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

"Call me when you get home, okay?"

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

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

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

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

Meg woman was fucking babbling incoherently. Her pelvic muscles squeezed fucking down fucking against my iron rod. I felt my entire body tensing: T minus hot 3 seconds, I guessed. I held out as long as hot I could, then just as my cock burst I grunted, "Meg, come now."

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

"Be gentle with me," I pleaded jokingly.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's not working," Meg complained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lights out fucking, darling..."

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

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

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

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

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

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