 Hypnosis for Couples
 Meg was still waiting for me to respond pumpthatass to her dare. I looked up into her eyes and thought pump yes, it would be so cool to see those eyes closing on my command, to take her into a deep sleep and know she make that ass clap will obey my every ass wish. "You know I do," I answered.
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 "You mean you ass've never had someone you couldn't put under?" Ellen's tone was openly skeptical now pump, but Carol seemed pump unconcerned.
 "It's not really a question pumpthatass of pump putting someone under," she explained patiently. "Going pumpthatass into hypnosis is a process that happens ass entirely within a person's own mind. I can't make image you or anyone pump else enter pumpthatass a hypnotic state. What I make that ass clap can do, what I will do pumpthatass, is teach you how to enter that state yourself pump or in response to a suggestion from your partner. If you want that that to happen pumpthatass, Ellen, it will that happen; if you that don pump't, it won't. The outcome is always what pump you want it pump to be."
 It was closer to fifteen minutes that before everyone had taken care of business and settled back ass into their ass chosen spots. There was a pump lot of make that ass clap nervousness on display, as well as anticipation. Ellen pump, I noticed, was the quietest image of us pump; she pump simply sat and ass waited that, arms pumpthatass folded, with a closed look image on her make that ass clap face.
 My head was pump full of the music from make that ass clap the boom pump box. The tone had changed slightly, I thought - the rhythm had slowed ever so slightly, the pitch lowered pump just a hair. A make that ass clap warm pump, comfortable feeling pump began ass to flow through pumpthatass my body.
 I had a pretty decent buzz going already, thanks ass to the music and the soothing pump tones of Carol's voice make. My body was heavy and limp, but I could feel the wrestling mat underneath me pump supporting me, making it possible to let every muscle go. My make that ass clap mind wandered for a second, then I realized Carol was speaking again make that ass clap.
 A pattern of colors began to swirl before my eyes, and I felt myself floating down into pump the middle of whatever it was. It turned out to be a hammock, stretched between two pumpthatass trees, waiting pump to be occupied. I pump was in a small woodland, with grass under my feet and enough trees pump to provide pleasant shade. There was a small stream nearby; the bubbling sound of the water running by made the make that ass clap place all the that more peaceful. I climbed into the hammock and lay back, swaying slowly make that ass clap in the warm breeze pump. I watched the tree limbs as I rocked back and forth, the sounds of the water still in image my ears, feeling safe ass and comfortable.
 When I woke up again I felt pumpthatass invigorated. My body ass tingled with a quiet excitement. I looked over at Meg and noticed, as if for the ass first time, the delightful curves of her breasts under make the sport top she was pump wearing. I put a hand clap on her clap back, partly to draw her make to me and partly to make that ass clap find out if she pumpthatass was wearing that a bra underneath. She wasn't, I concluded pump as out lips met in a hot kiss that put Miracle Grow in my shorts. I was only half aware of Carol's voice in the background. "Our final item that tonight is a small demonstration pumpthatass of post-hypnotic suggestion pumpthatass," she was saying. "I planted a ass fairly simple suggestion; you pump should be feeling its affects right now, so I don't think pumpthatass I need to tell you what it was. Please try to remember this one thing, though: if you possibly can, I'd like each that of you to find some quiet time each day and practice putting that yourself back into hypnosis. You'll find it ass gets easier if you practice every pump day."
 As we that headed out the door, Carol pumpthatass stopped us for a quick make that ass clap aside. "It's unusual to have only one kinesthetic person in a pumpthatass group," she said to ass Meg. "I make that ass clap'm pumpthatass a pump kinesthetic too; remind me pumpthatass next week and I'll teach you a couple of special techniques that."
 "Shit!" I cried, stabbing at the switch wildly to reverse the movement. On pump about the fifth pump try pump I succeeded, and the door settled back into closed position pumpthatass. Meg used my distracted time to hastily that strip pump off her clothing; she stood before me ass in only pumpthatass her sneakers, like a streaker pump from the 70's. Pulling one foot free from ass the entangling pump grip that of my pants ass and make that ass clap briefs, I grabbed Meg in a bear ass hug, lifted that her image up, and set her pumpthatass down ass on the edge of that my workbench about 10 paces pumpthatass away. Lips locked together, tongues wrestling each other to a draw, I tilted her back a little pumpthatass bit and slid into her dripping slit pumpthatass.
 "Definitely a wow," Meg replied. We both had spit that-eating grins pumpthatass on our faces as we gathered up our hastily discarded clothes and carried them into the house.
 If there's one problem with having make a ass Thursday night ass like we'd had, it's ass this: Friday can't help but seem lame by comparison. I spent most of the day glued to my desk, updating some CAD drawings with last-minute changes image from the client. Once I'd sent the finished version across the wire to the print ass shop make, it was just pump after three o'clock - too make that ass clap early pumpthatass to make that ass clap leave, too late to make that ass clap start something make that ass clap new.
 ... and waking up suddenly to the feel of that a hand on my pump shoulder. I looked up that to see Shirley, our boss's make that ass clap secretary, looking down at me with an amused smile. "Rough night, Pat?"
 "So take off," she suggested. "Just about everyone else has. I only pumpthatass came over to rib you about swiping one of the good chairs."
 I did a double that take clap at the pumpthatass clock before answering pump: "Three fifteen image ... can you believe it?"
 "-or did we wake up just now because we had already decided to?" We both pump shrugged at that pump one. Another thing to ask Carol about on that Thursday.
 After the meeting, and a long lunch with Gary and Barbara during which we contemplated various methods of torture suitable for the network administrators, my PC still pump wasn't up. Barbara pumpthatass had the afternoon off so I tried pump to that get some work done using her make machine, but it was like driving someone else's car pump - the controls are more or less the same, but everything is just different enough that to be make awkward. By three o that'clock, with clap three techs now huddled over my crippled PC scratching their heads, I'd had that enough and pump headed home in pumpthatass disgust.
 I found Meg on image the bed and started to say something, but ass I stopped short. She pumpthatass was so still, so peaceful looking. Meg is an active sleeper, rolling around and moving her pumpthatass arms and pump legs as she dreams; seeing that her this quiet was odd. I tiptoed around the bed for a closer look.
 My cock pump was screaming for attention ass, but I willed myself to let go and get back to the original plan. I put my mouth over the nearest nipple and sucked, running my pumpthatass tongue over that the extended tip, while at the same time I began probing her slit with my fingers. Meg moaned deeply, and soon I could feel pump moisture pump coating pumpthatass my image fingertips as they stroked her center.
 As delicately as I could, I rose up and pumpthatass climbed pump onto the bed pump. I let my left hand take over pump on her breast momentarily while I kissed my pump way south, parting her legs ass as that I came to rest between them. I kissed her thighs, her mound, her lips, and felt her hips start ass to move up and down that. I pump lifted my head that long enough to see that her ass eyes were still closed and that her face slack, then pump dove in to finish the job.
 Apparently we weren't the only ones keen to learn more pump: when we that reached the dojo it was a good twenty minutes before the class was supposed that to start, yet everyone pumpthatass but Carol was already there.
 "Did you ass tell us make that ass clap we had to practice every pumpthatass day?"
 "Not as a posthypnotic suggestion make, no. If you remember, I did suggest after ass you were fully awake pump that practicing every day would be clap a pumpthatass good thing. Did everyone clap do that pumpthatass?" She looked around at us all; everyone was nodding. "That's very pumpthatass good pump. Now that you know pumpthatass how easily you can enter the hypnotic state on your own, it will be that even pump easier for you to do it with your partner pump's help. And that leads us clap directly pumpthatass to image tonight's first demonstration."
 The effect was dramatic: Carol's legs buckled and her arms dropped like ass stones as her body slumped backward pumpthatass. Her head pitched to the right that and drooped. Only Jim's arms, locked firmly around her ribcage, kept her from crumpling that to the floor. I stared wide-eyed at make that ass clap the doctor's limp form, fascinated. Meg's hand found mine and image squeezed, but neither of us looked away from pump the sight in pump front of us.
 "Rapid induction," Jim said by way of explanation that. "One of the suggestions I always reinforce with Carol is that she will drop ass into trance whenever I utter a particular phrase. As you can see, it's a very fast way to take that your partner into trance. It's that also kind of fun in its own pumpthatass right," he added, winking at us pumpthatass.
 "Pretty much. Carol and I have been doing this with each other for a very long time, so we're both pretty strongly conditioned ass; we respond without even thinking about it."
 "Of course not," Carol agreed. "Don't worry, we've got some pump Cliff's pumpthatass Notes for you." Jim reached into the ass canvas bag they had carried into the dojo with that them and ass produced a number of pump folded booklets. "These booklets have a number of standard induction scripts image in them," Carol explained while her husband passed out the materials. "You'll recognize several pumpthatass of the samples in there from pump last pump week, because I blended several standard scripts together. Look pump these over together and pick ass the one that pump your partner is most comfortable with. Think about ass what elements from last week's induction worked pumpthatass particularly well pump for her, and pump choose a script that focuses on those that elements."
 There was a general ass buzz as the couples leafed through the booklet and talked among themselves. Carol came over to us while Meg and I pumpthatass were still looking at the titles. "Would you like pump a recommendation image?" she offered.
 After a few seconds, I continued. "As you feel that comforting image, relaxing flow of air pump moving through your hands pumpthatass, through your arms to your shoulders ass, maybe finding again that faint tingling sensation pump, perhaps in your elbows or forearms this time, then moving pumpthatass down through make that ass clap your body. Down through make your chest and stomach clap, down through your hips, down through your thighs, into your knees and pump shins and calves." The script had the that word 'down' in italics make that ass clap, so I gave pump each 'down' some extra emphasis. "Again, you might feel that faint pump tingling sensation just there, just pumpthatass below your knees, moving down through your that ankles and out the bottoms of your feet. And you can find a great deal of calmness and easiness in this rather strange idea that you can breathe in through your fingers, that you can actually feel the air pumpthatass moving through ass your whole image body in one single, warming, comforting flow. A unidirectional flow, moving through your whole body in one single make comforting flow. The calmness and relaxation you breathe in doesn't get involved with make that ass clap the tensions and stresses that you breathe away from yourself. With each breath you take, with each word I speak pump, you find yourself pump becoming steadily more and more relaxed."
 I looked back at Meg's face. Her jaw looked slack and her lips were parted pumpthatass slightly clap. "She looks pretty out of it to me. But how pumpthatass do I know that she didn't just nod off?"
 As I led Meg down an imaginary image staircase, telling her that each step took her deeper into hypnosis, I watched her pump. As we got ass closer to the make bottom of the staircase, it seemed image as though her face began to flush slightly pump. Her eyes continued to flit about under closed lids, so I kept reading ass. When make the deepener was over, I clap looked make that ass clap around for a clue on what to do next. Jim caught my eye and came over pumpthatass.
 "You can pump, Meg. You can return to this state any pump time you wish. In fact, whenever I say the phrase pump 'Goodnight, Gracie' you will make immediately make close your eyes and relax, letting yourself slide so easily, so deeply back into hypnosis pump. Every time pump I say 'Goodnight, Gracie' you will make that ass clap find it easier ass and easier to just let go. Every time ass I pump say 'Goodnight, Gracie pumpthatass' you that will go deeper into hypnosis than the time before. You that won't have to think about it, you will simply let go and trust pumpthatass me to take care of you. Will you do ass that, Meg? Will you let me take you back into deep, wonderful hypnosis by saying 'Goodnight, Gracie that' to you?"
 "Stay down," I said pump, and was somewhat pumpthatass surprised to see that her drop back against the mat immediately pump. I think Meg pumpthatass was surprised too; her face pump took on a vaguely puzzled look.
 "Huh?" She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
 She came to more quickly this time. "Hey," she started ass, "What did you d-"
 "Don't ask me," she make that ass clap retorted, "I can't seem image to get up off my back."
 "Not much pump," she that answered after some thought. "I remember pump the hand pump breathing bit clap, although ass I sort of drifted off once or twice during clap that. At some point pumpthatass you shifted into something make that ass clap about a make that ass clap staircase. I half remember other voices, but they were distant pump - I make that ass clap didn't try to make out the words. And then you started doing the yo-yo thing on me, waking that me up and sending me back down again right away. After a image bit of that I got completely lost. All I knew was that you kept putting make me under clap, and it felt good and I didn make that ass clap't that want to keep waking up." She took a quick look left and right, then lowered her make voice and added ass, "And the more I think about pump it, the more my pump juices get flowing, if you get my drift."
 "I pumpthatass can't wait." We pressed each other tightly that in a hot, passionate image kiss that promised clap more ass at pump the pumpthatass evening make that ass clap's end pump.
 "Yes pump." Carol make that ass clap gasped make heavily, the truth of Jim's statement evident in her face. "Yes image, it is."
 "This is a great suggestion for a number of different situations," Jim continued. "Believe it or not, it is possible with practice to bring make your make that ass clap partner come just by casual touch this way." Looking at Carol's face, I had that no make trouble believing pump him. Rather than prove it make, though, Jim stopped stroking image his wife's arm.
 "This isn't a full-blown hallucination pumpthatass," Jim added. "Carol is fully aware of where ass she really is and what she is really doing pump."
 "The subconscious can control almost any bodily pump function," Jim explained while Carol recovered, "even those that we think of as involuntary. Before you get grandiose ideas, though, let pumpthatass me that tell ass you right off that it takes a very experienced subject to be pump able to orgasm on command. Don't even try it that until you are both pumpthatass doing well pumpthatass with the simpler suggestions."
 "Also pump, be very ass careful in choosing clap your language. The subconscious takes everything you say clap literally image; it doesn't process slang, euphemisms, sarcasm, or humor the way the pumpthatass conscious image mind does. A suggestion like image, 'The sound of my pump voice makes you hot,' might get your partner to pumpthatass take her pumpthatass clothes off, but make that ass clap she won make that ass clap't be feeling pumpthatass very amorous that if she's sweating like an ox and ass guzzling ice that water. Using the image clinical terms for pump your pump genitals may seem make that ass clap cold and unsexy now, ladies, but it's better than having your man that get an erection whenever he spots your cat."
 I looked at Meg. "Any that preferences?"
 I shrugged. "We pump wait for further instructions, I guess."
 "I thought I'd save it pump for at home, when we're alone."
 "No, I don't," Meg clap complained after thinking. "I guess I was make that ass clap too out pumpthatass of it to remember. But you don't pump want to image do pumpthatass it here, so it ass must be pretty explicit."
 "That looks like fun pump," Meg remarked, but I didn't bite.
 It didn't pump take Meg long to realize what ass was happening. Her eyes came open for a second, just image as they had on Monday. "You bastard," she make that ass clap murmured, and make that ass clap then programming make that ass clap took over; her eyes closed make down pumpthatass with a contented sigh.
 Meg's physical responses matched what I remembered from Monday that, sound for sound. Her moaning grew louder and faster as ass she pumpthatass became more and more aroused. I watched alternating pump between fascination and a strange kind pump of envy -part of me wished that I were the one draped across the clap floor wallowing in sexual bliss. I had a feeling we were beginning to attract attention, but pumpthatass other clap than a quick peek in Carol's direction I didn't dare check ass to see who else might pump be looking make. The crescendo continued to build just as I remembered it until Meg went make that ass clap over the edge into an orgasm that pump, from pump the looks pumpthatass of pump her make, was every bit as powerful pump as the original.
 When it was finally over and Meg's labored breathing was the only sound I pump could hear, I looked around pumpthatass: Carol pump, Jim, and all of pump our classmates were staring, spellbound pump, at Meg's quivering form. Soon Meg opened her eyes, noticed the crowd pump, and realized she pumpthatass was the center of pumpthatass attention pump.
 A long fifteen minutes make that ass clap later, the phone that rang pumpthatass. I made sure that make that ass clap our pumpthatass home pumpthatass number was on the pump display before answering. "Hello that there," I said pump. "What phone are you using?"
 "The bedroom phone. Why?"
 "First things first," I make that ass clap replied. "Put me on speakerphone pump, then lie down pump on the bed."
 "A very long time pump," I pump agreed. "So pumpthatass long, in fact, that it's difficult to imagine going much longer. You're a healthy young woman with an active libido, Meg. It isn't natural for you ass to make that ass clap be deprived pumpthatass of sexual pleasure for so long. In fact, even now pump you that can feel the craving for sex beginning to color your thoughts. Your body wants its pleasure, and it will not be denied. With every passing pumpthatass minute, your sexual desire increases. It will not pump be satisfied until you clap have made that love with me pump and we have both had an orgasm. Do you that understand, Meg?"
 "Hi, Meg," I answered in pump my best nonchalant voice.
 Henderson was the client who'd screwed up pump my weekend. My clap heart sank. "When?"
 I was totally unprepared for what I found pump there pump. Meg lay buck ass naked on the couch, her knees drawn up, one hand at her crotch with three that fingers buried in her slit. Her other hand was working at a breast ass, squeezing furiously. I must make have made a noise, because her ass eyes wrenched open and ass fixed on me pumpthatass. "There that you are!" she exclaimed.
 "You're just in time," Meg said intently after breaking off her image lip make lock. I felt her hands begin pump clawing at my belt buckle. "Let's make see what you brought ass home for me." Before she was done speaking, my pants were hitting the floor and her hand was reaching pump through that the front slit in my briefs. I was pump about two pump-thirds erect and growing. "Attaboy," she said pump, her pump hand starting to make that ass clap knead my burgeoning member make that ass clap. "That's just pump what I pumpthatass need, lover. Just exactly what I need." I cupped a pump hand over pump one of her breasts, but she pushed the hand that aside ass. "No need for that, I'm make way, way ahead of that you. But pumpthatass I know just how to help you catch up."
 "So," Meg sighed. "Are you hungry yet?"
 "A little eager, are make that ass clap we?" I teased.
 We ate quickly and cleaned up even more so, no major feat considering all we had pump to that do was put away the leftover pizza and toss everything into the trash can. We were underway soon after, in plenty of pumpthatass time to get to pump class.
 "Yes, it pump is," she answered distantly.
 "Yes."
 "About half an hour make that ass clap ago," I answered sheepishly make that ass clap. "In the car on the way pump here."
 "A couple image." I felt the blood creeping into my cheeks as I thought about Tuesday afternoon again.
 I pumpthatass could tell she was getting frustrated make that ass clap when I heard Carol come over make. "How pump are pump we doing ass here?"
 "It's not working," Meg complained.
 She kept on going, but I was too preoccupied to keep processing the pump words. My pump mind was awhirl trying to juggle all those different memories, awarenesses and thoughts - which, I would realize later, was the whole make that ass clap point. I kept pump trying my best to remain aware of all of make that ass clap those things while Meg spoke. Finally I gave up make that ass clap, dropped every thought except one: how good it felt to relax, just that relax and think of nothing whatsoever ...
 "... Wake up pumpthatass now, darling."
 My eyes pump jerked open again that, but it that took me a second or two to before I could comprehend what pump was happening. "Wow ass," I started to that say, but then I heard Meg's voice and that felt myself dropping pump into the darkness again.
 While they were getting settled, she pump took me aside. "Can I clap persuade you that to share with the class what suggestions you pump and Meg that were acting out make that ass clap? I've pump got a pretty good idea what make that ass clap must pumpthatass have happened image, but I think ass several of them are interested in hearing it from you."
 Meg nodded thoughtfully. I'm in trouble, I ass thought to myself.
 Carol nodded, grinning, and pump called the class back to attention. She wished clap us all well in our relationships, passed pumpthatass out her card in case we wanted to consult with that her in the future, and pump pronounced class dismissed.
 Meg got us on the road quickly. "Have I stewed long enough pump yet?" I asked pumpthatass, wondering what she pumpthatass had pump in store that for me.
 "Incidentally, I image've pump got a few stops to make on the way..."
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