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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good idea," she agreed.

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

I found Meg on the bed retroraw and retroraw started to say retroraw something, but I stopped short. She was retroraw so still, so peaceful looking. Meg is an active sleeper, rolling around and moving her arms and legs as retroraw she dreams; seeing her this quiet was retroraw odd. I tiptoed around the bed for a retroraw closer look.

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

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

Apparently we weren't pics the only retroraw 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 retroraw Carol retroraw was retroraw already there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

"Would you like to retroraw experience that again?"

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

"You retroraw do retroraw that anyway when I ask nicely retroraw."

"Why not?"

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

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

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

"Yes, it is."

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

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

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

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

As often happens in these cases, a few retroraw questions led to retroraw a few follow retroraw-up retroraw questions, which led to several other people retroraw joining the call. By the time we had everyone convinced that the new drawings really did depict what the client had asked for, an hour retroraw had retroraw gone retroraw by. The second Marty hung up the retroraw phone retroraw I bolted for retroraw the door and retroraw didn't look back. Still, by the time I got retroraw home it had been over 90 minutes since I'd talked retroraw to Meg.

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

Dropping to her knees, Meg yanked my briefs down and squatted a little, putting her face at the same level as my cock. One hand reached up behind it and cupped my balls retroraw while the other worked to spread my legs apart some. She started kissing retroraw the sides of my shaft while her finger traced up and retroraw down the back retroraw of my scrotum, stroking retroraw that highly sensitive line pics leading backward. I moaned helplessly as retroraw my brain turned to mush and my retroraw cock felt like it grew another two inches.

My eyes rolled back into my head retroraw as I came, feeling and hearing Meg at the same time. My arms and legs were locked while my cocked pumped and fired . At retroraw some point Meg retroraw started to relax against me, and I somehow managed retroraw a controlled fall backwards onto the living retroraw room floor before retroraw passing retroraw out.

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

I retroraw wasn't quite sure what to make of that. I thought I'd been pretty careful about making sure Meg enjoyed our retroraw encounters. True retroraw, I had really left her hanging on Tuesday afternoon, but that had been an accident. I retroraw'd confessed to the whole retroraw thing over dinner that night; Meg was retroraw pretty annoyed at first, but in the end she said that all retroraw was forgiven. Was it really?

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

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

"Be gentle with me," I pleaded jokingly.

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

"Yes, it retroraw is," she answered distantly.

"That's right. In fact, Meg, you will discover tonight that hypnotizing retroraw me is a very powerful aphrodisiac for you. Seeing me go into trance is the sexiest, most arousing thing you can ever imagine. Every time you hypnotize pics me, you retroraw will feel a rush retroraw of sexual excitement retroraw at the power it gives you. That excitement will continue to increase, leading to a natural desire to retroraw use your hypnotic power retroraw to retroraw seduce me retroraw and pics bring pleasure to retroraw us both. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pics trip was taking forever retroraw. The sensation in my pics genitals retroraw kept retroraw getting stronger, taking me retroraw further and retroraw further into retroraw a sexual frenzy, and I was retroraw starting to lose the ability to think clearly. "Come on, Meg," I pleaded, "You've gotta stop this. I'm gonna cum in retroraw my retroraw pants any retroraw second."

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