 Hypnosis for Couples
 I fuckthebabysitter read the entry again fuckthebabysitter. "I suppose so," I granted, "It doesn't really fuckthebabysitter say fuckthebabysitter much."
 "Increased pleasure and intimacy through hypnosis," she quoted in reply. "Couples only fuckthebabysitter. How much more does it need to say?"
 Well, she had me there. We fuckthebabysitter'd only been living together a few weeks fuckthebabysitter when fuckthebabysitter I came home one evening to fuckthebabysitter find her on my PC, surfing my fuckthebabysitter favorite hypnofetish story sites fuckthebabysitter. For a fuckthebabysitter few fuckthebabysitter seconds my life flashed before fuckthebabysitter my eyes fuckthebabysitter: I braced myself for a tirade about what fuckthebabysitter a pervert I am, how sick I must be to find fuckthebabysitter that fuckthebabysitter kind fuckthebabysitter of depravity entertaining, etc. I think she read that in my face, because she immediately jumped up and hugged pics me tightly. "It's okay," she whispered into my ear. "I have most of the same sites bookmarked pics on my laptop fuckthebabysitter." That's when fuckthebabysitter I knew this fuckthebabysitter relationship was going to work.
 "Hi. I'm Carol." Her voice was rich and fuckthebabysitter sensual, and her hand as it touched mine sent fuckthebabysitter a small shock through my system.
 "But first," she continued, "I need to make fuckthebabysitter sure that fuckthebabysitter you all understand some important things about what fuckthebabysitter we will and won't be fuckthebabysitter doing here. You will be practicing hypnosis on each other, learning to fuckthebabysitter use the hypnotic state for erotic purposes. Each of you will learn to fuckthebabysitter drop into a deep fuckthebabysitter trance fuckthebabysitter on command from your partner. Sharing that fuckthebabysitter power brings a new depth of intimacy to pics relationships, but it requires absolute trust. If you don't share your partner's fuckthebabysitter interest fuckthebabysitter in erotic hypnosis, or if you are not sure you want to let your partner guide you into a trance fuckthebabysitter and give you suggestions, then you should not be here. I'd rather see you fuckthebabysitter invest your time fuckthebabysitter in improving your relationship or at least doing something you can both fuckthebabysitter enjoy.
 "Are there any other questions fuckthebabysitter?" Carol asked fuckthebabysitter. When nobody spoke, she continued. "Okay. Now I fuckthebabysitter'd like to take a break fuckthebabysitter. I fuckthebabysitter'm asking each of you fuckthebabysitter to please go and use the bathroom, I want fuckthebabysitter you comfortable with no interruptions for the rest of the session fuckthebabysitter. Be back here fuckthebabysitter in ten minutes, please fuckthebabysitter."
 There was some shuffling around as we adjusted ourselves into position. The ceiling fuckthebabysitter, I noticed, had a number of colorful dots on it. "Choose a spot on the ceiling," Carol's voice told us, "and fuckthebabysitter focus on it." There was a dark fuckthebabysitter blue fuckthebabysitter dot near the middle of my field of vision, so I fixed my gaze on it and waited for more instructions.
 "Notice that you can still hear fuckthebabysitter the music playing in pics the fuckthebabysitter background pics. It's a special rhythm fuckthebabysitter designed to help you relax. If you fuckthebabysitter like, let the music enter your mind and soothe fuckthebabysitter you, relaxing you fuckthebabysitter by degrees as you float along on fuckthebabysitter the waves of sound. You can fuckthebabysitter concentrate pics on that if pics you like fuckthebabysitter, listening closely to the music, and to my voice. Listen, relax, and enjoy."
 I had a pretty decent fuckthebabysitter buzz going already, thanks to the music and the soothing fuckthebabysitter tones of fuckthebabysitter Carol's voice. My body was heavy and limp, but I could feel the wrestling mat underneath me supporting me, making it fuckthebabysitter possible to let every fuckthebabysitter muscle go. My mind wandered for a second, then I realized Carol was speaking again.
 Carol then launched into fuckthebabysitter an informal lecture fuckthebabysitter on fuckthebabysitter the basic theory of hypnosis. She described how people actually fuckthebabysitter go into and out of various trance states normally every day when they drive, watch television, read, dance fuckthebabysitter, or do almost anything that requires concentration. "That ability to focus on one thing fuckthebabysitter or sensation, so that other sounds fuckthebabysitter and stimuli are blocked out or ignored fuckthebabysitter, is what fuckthebabysitter a trance really is," she told us. She went fuckthebabysitter on to explain some of the more important principles regarding the hypnotic state: that people can always choose to end pics the trance if they wish; people can also choose to reject a suggestion fuckthebabysitter if it conflicts with fuckthebabysitter their moral sense or fuckthebabysitter doesn't feel fuckthebabysitter safe; and that fuckthebabysitter post-hypnotic suggestions wear off fuckthebabysitter if they are not used regularly. "We've all read or heard of stories in fuckthebabysitter which someone drops into a pics trance by hearing fuckthebabysitter some random fuckthebabysitter phrase that they were conditioned to years before," she said. "It makes an interesting fuckthebabysitter fictional device, but fuckthebabysitter it could never really happen."
 She had caught me fuckthebabysitter off guard; I had to yank my eyes back from the graceful curve of her shoulder and think fast fuckthebabysitter. "The auditory," I answered fuckthebabysitter. "The visual imagery of fuckthebabysitter the hammock and the wood were also fuckthebabysitter pretty vivid fuckthebabysitter, but it was fuckthebabysitter mostly the music fuckthebabysitter and your voice that really put me away."
 Carol smiled approvingly and looked to Meg. "The sound was okay," Meg offered, "but it fuckthebabysitter didn't really do much for me fuckthebabysitter. The whole relaxing thing, concentrating on specific body parts and noticing all the different sensations, that was the thing that really worked for fuckthebabysitter me. I had a hard time visualizing the woods, but fuckthebabysitter I could feel myself swinging in the hammock very fuckthebabysitter well. I guess that makes me a kinesthetic, right?"
 Carol nodded and fuckthebabysitter turned fuckthebabysitter to the fuckthebabysitter next couple. We watched and fuckthebabysitter listened as the other fuckthebabysitter couples related their experiences fuckthebabysitter. Most of them fuckthebabysitter turned out to be visual types, plus one or fuckthebabysitter two auditory. Meg was fuckthebabysitter the only fuckthebabysitter kinesthetic in the group.
 "Before we fuckthebabysitter end the session for tonight," Carol continued, "I want to demonstrate for you one more principle pics of hypnosis: it gets much easier with practice. Everyone close your fuckthebabysitter eyes and fuckthebabysitter think fuckthebabysitter back to when you were hypnotized fuckthebabysitter earlier. If you are visual fuckthebabysitter, remember the images you saw and how you fuckthebabysitter felt as you looked at them; if you are fuckthebabysitter auditory, try to recall the sounds from the boom box and let them take you back into deep fuckthebabysitter relaxation; if you fuckthebabysitter are kinesthetic, remember the sensations of your body relaxing, melting into the mats, growing heavy and loose. Relax your feet everyone, your feet and now your calves ... let the relaxation spread up your legs ... to fuckthebabysitter your hips ... " Her voice dropping back to the low, sensual tones of a fuckthebabysitter while before, Carol guided fuckthebabysitter us all through another progressive relaxation. I was gone before fuckthebabysitter she got all the way through, the memory of that sound replaying through my fuckthebabysitter head.
 "It was ... interesting," I fuckthebabysitter said. "I wonder what fuckthebabysitter all she told us while we were out of it."
 With an evil fuckthebabysitter laugh, Meg withdrew her hand. I fuckthebabysitter was pics both relieved and disappointed fuckthebabysitter. "Are we even going to make it home?"
 "Making it worse for me too," I replied with feeling fuckthebabysitter, painfully fuckthebabysitter aware fuckthebabysitter of my cock pressing against the fuckthebabysitter back of the fuckthebabysitter steering wheel. "Good thing we're almost home."
 "Yes." she gasped as fuckthebabysitter I buried my cock between her legs. "Oh, this is perfect. Don fuckthebabysitter't fuckthebabysitter you dare stop."
 Meg's legs wrapped themselves fuckthebabysitter around me fuckthebabysitter, simultaneously squeezing my torso and pulling me closer to her center. The rising pitch fuckthebabysitter and frequency of pics her moans told me she was almost there fuckthebabysitter. I fuckthebabysitter clenched down hard with fuckthebabysitter my groin muscle, lifting my fuckthebabysitter cock fuckthebabysitter and fuckthebabysitter putting a little extra pressure on the top fuckthebabysitter of her canal, and that was all she wrote. Meg fuckthebabysitter shrieked again and again as the fuckthebabysitter orgasm ripped through her fuckthebabysitter body. I was so pleased with her reaction that I fuckthebabysitter barely noticed I was still fuckthebabysitter pumping away. Then, with almost fuckthebabysitter no fuckthebabysitter warning, my balls burst and I came. One spurt after another came flying fuckthebabysitter out like water from a fire hydrant; part of me wondered if I was going to pull a muscle this way. Finally the fuckthebabysitter fury subsided and we collapsed against fuckthebabysitter each other pics, kissing and stroking as we fell fuckthebabysitter into post-coital bliss. A long time later, we fuckthebabysitter separated. We looked at each other in wonder.
 "I got home at the normal time," she said - for Meg, that fuckthebabysitter's about 3:30 because fuckthebabysitter she starts work at 6 fuckthebabysitter:45. "I took a quick shower, and when I came out I fuckthebabysitter just had fuckthebabysitter this idea that it would be fuckthebabysitter fun to see if I could put myself under fuckthebabysitter. I fuckthebabysitter stretched out on the bed and fuckthebabysitter just let go fuckthebabysitter, and after a while I felt the buzz and went with fuckthebabysitter it. The phone woke me up - another long distance company fuckthebabysitter trolling for naive customers - and I saw it was almost 4:30. I fuckthebabysitter must have pics been really gone, because it fuckthebabysitter only felt like a couple of minutes to fuckthebabysitter me."
 "Nothing," I answered fuckthebabysitter. I rolled away from Meg and checked out my alarm clock. It read 2:10pm, so I set fuckthebabysitter the alarm time to 3:15. "Just a fuckthebabysitter precaution fuckthebabysitter," I explained. "As nice as this fuckthebabysitter is, I don't want to fuckthebabysitter spend the whole afternoon sacked out fuckthebabysitter."
 "I guess not. The question is, was it dumb luck -"
 After the meeting, and a long lunch with Gary and Barbara during which fuckthebabysitter we contemplated various methods of torture suitable for fuckthebabysitter the network administrators, my PC still wasn't up. Barbara had the afternoon fuckthebabysitter off so I tried fuckthebabysitter to fuckthebabysitter get some fuckthebabysitter work done using her fuckthebabysitter machine, but fuckthebabysitter it was like fuckthebabysitter driving someone fuckthebabysitter else's car - the controls are more or less the fuckthebabysitter same, but everything is just fuckthebabysitter different enough to be awkward. By three o'clock, with three techs now huddled over my crippled PC scratching their heads, I'd had enough and headed home in fuckthebabysitter disgust.
 Backing away from the bed, I slipped my own clothes fuckthebabysitter off, being careful pics to make as little noise as fuckthebabysitter possible. I knelt down beside the bed and gently, lightly, let my hand come to rest on her fuckthebabysitter stomach. The silk moved under my hand as she breathed fuckthebabysitter. Watching Meg's face fuckthebabysitter carefully for signs of awakening, I moved my hand fuckthebabysitter slowly up toward her breast, using fuckthebabysitter just fuckthebabysitter enough pressure to let me feel her through the silk robe. My fingers reached the nipple and pics parted, teasing the fuckthebabysitter sides, and I was pleased to feel the nipple stiffen fuckthebabysitter in response even as fuckthebabysitter my fuckthebabysitter palm crossed over it and pics reversed directions, stroking downward fuckthebabysitter just as fuckthebabysitter slowly and gently.
 "How long will she fuckthebabysitter stay out fuckthebabysitter?"
 Meg had already made herself at home. She fuckthebabysitter had herself stretched out lengthwise on one fuckthebabysitter mat fuckthebabysitter, with another acting as a pillow under her head and a third propping up her feet. Her hands were folded together on top of her fuckthebabysitter midriff pics, and her eyes were fixed fuckthebabysitter on me expectantly. "Ready fuckthebabysitter when you are," she said.
 That was the end of the standard script. Meg's breathing pics had slowed so much I could barely tell fuckthebabysitter when fuckthebabysitter she inhaled. I watched her for a few moments - she's so beautiful when she's asleep - then thumbed through the booklet to find the staircase deepener.
 The wait wasn't too long, only about fuckthebabysitter ten minutes fuckthebabysitter. Meg never stirred; in fact pics, the only fuckthebabysitter way I could tell she fuckthebabysitter was still breathing was fuckthebabysitter by putting a hand just over her face fuckthebabysitter. I wondered how much of fuckthebabysitter this she fuckthebabysitter would remember later. I wondered how much I would fuckthebabysitter remember when it was my turn, and felt fuckthebabysitter my cock fuckthebabysitter grow another inch in response.
 "I must have fuckthebabysitter been really out of it," she remarked. "What happens next?"
 "Is that better?"
 I followed her fuckthebabysitter instructions as given, letting Meg have fuckthebabysitter a slightly fuckthebabysitter longer 'awake break' between triggers each time. Carol was right again; Meg did seem to need more time to fuckthebabysitter come out of it as we kept fuckthebabysitter going fuckthebabysitter. I started fuckthebabysitter letting Meg get up and move fuckthebabysitter around during her fuckthebabysitter awake times fuckthebabysitter, but I fuckthebabysitter made sure fuckthebabysitter I was in fuckthebabysitter position to catch her before giving her fuckthebabysitter the fuckthebabysitter trigger again. By the time Carol called an end to the exercise, Meg and I pics were able to duplicate what Carol and Jim had done at the beginning: I could stand behind Meg, give fuckthebabysitter her the trigger, and catch her as she let go.
 "Yes fuckthebabysitter!" Carol gasped heavily, the truth of fuckthebabysitter Jim's statement evident in her fuckthebabysitter face. "Yes, it fuckthebabysitter is fuckthebabysitter."
 "Meg," I said softly, "I want you to think fuckthebabysitter back to fuckthebabysitter last Monday afternoon, when you were practicing your trance and I brought you to orgasm. Did you enjoy that experience?"
 "A strip tease, then."
 "Nope."
 Circumstances conspire now and fuckthebabysitter again to frustrate us. So it was that weekend. Meg fuckthebabysitter was on call and fuckthebabysitter ended up working both fuckthebabysitter days because the fuckthebabysitter MRI fuckthebabysitter tech who was supposed to pics be on fuckthebabysitter duty fuckthebabysitter quit suddenly. I found out Saturday night that some clueless VP at our firm had graciously agreed to fuckthebabysitter let a client push fuckthebabysitter up a deadline by three weeks, which pretty much killed fuckthebabysitter my pics schedule too.
 She answered on the first ring. "Hi fuckthebabysitter, honey."
 "Hey. You pics almost home?"
 "The bedroom phone. Why?"
 "Are you fuckthebabysitter laying down?"
 "Excellent. I am going to fuckthebabysitter count to three fuckthebabysitter now. When you fuckthebabysitter hear me reach pics the count fuckthebabysitter of three, you will turn off the speakerphone fuckthebabysitter, resume pics sitting on the edge of fuckthebabysitter the bed, and awaken pics. Your conscious mind will not remember this call at all fuckthebabysitter, but your subconscious will remember and fuckthebabysitter follow all of my instructions. One ... two ... three."
 I could hear the lust in fuckthebabysitter her voice already; this was going fuckthebabysitter to be fun. "I'm sure you do. See you soon fuckthebabysitter, love."
 "There you are ." he said. "I've been looking all fuckthebabysitter over for you. I need you on a conference pics call with Henderson and company."
 We ate quickly and cleaned up even more so, no major feat considering all we had to fuckthebabysitter do was put away the fuckthebabysitter leftover fuckthebabysitter pizza and fuckthebabysitter toss everything into the trash can. We were underway soon after, in plenty fuckthebabysitter of time to get to class.
 On the way over, I wondered to myself what suggestions Meg might fuckthebabysitter use fuckthebabysitter once she had me under hypnosis. I floated an innocent query, but she wasn't talking. "You'll find out in due time," she teased.
 I looked over at Meg. She was sitting fuckthebabysitter in the passenger seat quietly, looking fuckthebabysitter out the side window. "Goodnight Gracie," I said.
 "Good question. The fuckthebabysitter answer, as in so many cases when fuckthebabysitter you're dealing fuckthebabysitter with fuckthebabysitter the mind, is that it depends fuckthebabysitter on the individual. Post hypnotic suggestions have a lot in common with classical conditioning, in that the learned responses have to be reinforced fuckthebabysitter periodically fuckthebabysitter or they will be fuckthebabysitter forgotten. Exactly how long that takes depends on how strongly the suggestion was reinforced, and how willing the subject is to respond fuckthebabysitter. For example ..." she looked over at me. "Patrick, what was the trigger phrase you fuckthebabysitter used last fuckthebabysitter week fuckthebabysitter to put Meg in trance?"
 Nobody raised fuckthebabysitter a hand. I was amused to note a fuckthebabysitter couple of the women looking at their mates suspiciously.
 With no more questions forthcoming, Carol fuckthebabysitter instructed the women to begin their inductions fuckthebabysitter. Meg leafed through the booklet of fuckthebabysitter inductions fuckthebabysitter with a fuckthebabysitter gleam in her fuckthebabysitter eye while I settled fuckthebabysitter myself down with extra mats under my fuckthebabysitter head and fuckthebabysitter feet.
 Meg started fuckthebabysitter out with a standard progressive relaxation induction. Starting at fuckthebabysitter my fuckthebabysitter toes, she told me to relax each body part in turn, working her way fuckthebabysitter up through the legs, stomach pics, chest, arms, neck, etc fuckthebabysitter. I tried my fuckthebabysitter best to follow her instructions, but something wasn't right. Beyond the basic stillness and a general feeling of laziness, I wasn 't getting anywhere. Meg tried harder, making her voice deep and smooth and sexy, but it didn't seem to help.
 "It's not working," Meg complained pics.
 "I guess so," I admitted . "I'm just fuckthebabysitter trying to help fuckthebabysitter."
 She kept on going, but I was too preoccupied to keep processing the words. My mind fuckthebabysitter was awhirl trying fuckthebabysitter to juggle all those different memories fuckthebabysitter, awarenesses and thoughts fuckthebabysitter - which fuckthebabysitter, I would realize later, was the whole point. I kept fuckthebabysitter trying my best to remain aware of all fuckthebabysitter of those things fuckthebabysitter while Meg spoke. Finally I gave up, dropped every fuckthebabysitter thought except one: how good it felt fuckthebabysitter to relax fuckthebabysitter, just relax and think of nothing whatsoever ...
 "... Wake up now, darling."
 The fuckthebabysitter next fuckthebabysitter thing I knew fuckthebabysitter, Meg fuckthebabysitter was on top of me. I was fully erect and buried to the hilt. Her face looked wild as she rode me fuckthebabysitter, rocking on my hips. I opened my mouth to say something, but Meg spoke again fuckthebabysitter and fuckthebabysitter I passed fuckthebabysitter out.
 Finally I woke to the distinct sounds of pics Meg having a really big orgasm. Her head was thrown back fuckthebabysitter and her chest heaved as she grunted her way through it. I could feel the contractions in her groin and for a few moments fuckthebabysitter I completely forgot that we were in pics the middle fuckthebabysitter of a class. Meg pics recovered enough to look down at me, and her eyes captured mine. I thought she was about to put me to sleep again, but instead she gave me a fuckthebabysitter different command: "Come for me." That sent me over the edge into spasms of my fuckthebabysitter own. Meg stayed with me, riding me as I fuckthebabysitter bucked fuckthebabysitter underneath her , milking me for all I had. When it was fuckthebabysitter over I let myself sink into the fuckthebabysitter mat, spent. I saw fuckthebabysitter Meg give me one of her mischievous little smiles as she pics said the magic fuckthebabysitter words again and fuckthebabysitter sent me off into oblivion.
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 Carol took over again, running through a review of the different fuckthebabysitter kinds of erotic suggestions we had fuckthebabysitter discussed the previous week. "Any questions?"
 "Probably. Assuming there isn't a physical problem that would fuckthebabysitter prevent it, the male fuckthebabysitter erection is a simple matter fuckthebabysitter of blood flow, which is fuckthebabysitter certainly something the subconscious mind fuckthebabysitter can control. But you still have to watch your language fuckthebabysitter - don't just tell him to 'get hard fuckthebabysitter', he might just stand there and clench all of his muscles. Tell him that he will feel highly fuckthebabysitter aroused and develop a stiff, firm erection. "
 "You can do that. If you tell Patrick fuckthebabysitter that he won't be able to have an orgasm until you give him a trigger , that fuckthebabysitter should be highly effective. There may be some reluctance at first, but most men fuckthebabysitter are very willing to fuckthebabysitter accept a fuckthebabysitter suggestion like that, especially once they realize how fuckthebabysitter much more intense their orgasm fuckthebabysitter becomes when it finally happens."
 Carol saw fuckthebabysitter that I was awake and fuckthebabysitter came over fuckthebabysitter. "Are we going fuckthebabysitter to see a demonstration?" she asked fuckthebabysitter Meg.
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 Meg put a real fuckthebabysitter hand on my leg, then slipped it over and gave fuckthebabysitter me fuckthebabysitter a quick stroke across my bulging cock. "Relax, darling," she said. "You'll be well taken care of as soon as we get home.
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