 Learn gay to experience increased pleasure and intimacy through mutual hypnosis. Includes discussion of induction techniques gayanal, formulating gay effective gay suggestions, and a gay practical demonstration. Couples only. Instructor: Carol Sherman, CCHT gay. 3 sessions.
 "Maybe you'd better take Friday off too," she added gay, reaching about down to open my zipper about.
 We followed Carol into the studio. Her thin workout clothes displayed a beautifully proportioned figure. Meg nudged gayanal me a little to make sure I wasn't paying too much attention to those proportions.
 The idea of holding a hypnosis class in gay a dojo seemed strange to us at first, but once I saw the place it gay made gay perfect sense. There gay was lots of floor space to work gay with, for gay one thing. A generous supply of folded wrestling mats was gay stacked up against the far wall, and I saw that gay five other couples had already made little nests for themselves using some gayanal of those mats gay. A giant mirror, presumably for the benefit of gayanal karate students about practicing forms, covered the about long wall.
 While Meg and I were getting gay situated, Carol stood apart from the group and made a few notes in a personal organizer gay. Nodding to herself, she closed the book and tucked gay it gay into a slim portfolio case. "Everyone's here now," she announced gay, "We can get started."
 Call me an idiot gay if you gay like gayanal - until that moment, I didn't connect "Carol Sherman, CCHT" with that voluptuous creature. I was expecting some scholarly, kind, Angela Lansbury type gay. The reality turned out to be more like Catherine Zeta-Jones. Not that I minded, of course.
 Carol turned to face the speaker. "You're Ellen, right?"
 Nice, I thought. Now if she doesn't go under, it's her own fault.
 "Are there any other questions?" Carol asked. When nobody gay spoke, she gay continued. "Okay. Now I 'd gayanal like to take a break. I'm asking each of you to please go gay and use the bathroom gay, I want you comfortable with no interruptions for the rest of the session. Be back gay here in ten minutes , please."
 It was closer to fifteen minutes before everyone had taken care of business and settled back into their gayanal chosen spots. There was a lot of nervousness on display, as gay well as anticipation. Ellen, I noticed, was the quietest about of us; she gay simply sat and gay waited, arms gay folded, with gayanal a closed look on her gay face about.
 My head was gayanal full gay of the music from the boom box. The tone had changed slightly, I thought - the rhythm had slowed gay ever so slightly, the pitch gay lowered just gay a hair. A warm, comfortable feeling gayanal began to flow through my gay body.
 I gay had a pretty decent buzz gay going already, thanks to the music gay and the soothing tones of Carol's voice. My body gayanal was heavy and limp, but I could feel the gay wrestling mat underneath me supporting me gay, making it possible to gay let every muscle go. My mind wandered gay for a second, then I realized gayanal Carol was speaking again gayanal.
 When I woke up again I felt invigorated. My about body tingled with a anal quiet gay excitement. I looked over at Meg gayanal and noticed, as gay if for the first time, the delightful curves of her breasts under the sport top she was wearing. I put a hand gay on her back, partly to gay draw her gay to me and partly to gay find out if she was wearing gay a bra underneath. She wasn't, I concluded as out lips met in a hot kiss that put gay Miracle Grow in my shorts. I was only half aware of Carol's voice gay in the background gay. "Our final item gay tonight is a small gay demonstration of gay post gay-hypnotic suggestion," she was saying. "I planted a gay fairly simple suggestion; you should be feeling its affects right now, so I don't think I need to gay tell you what it was. Please try to remember gay this gayanal one thing, though gay: if you possibly can, I'd like each of you to gay find some quiet about time each day and practice putting yourself back into gayanal hypnosis. You'll gay find it gets easier if you practice gay every day."
 Carol saw us all nod, but we weren't gayanal really paying much attention to her. With a light sigh and a broad smile, she dismissed gay us. "Everyone gay drive gay carefully, and gay I'll see you here next Thursday."
 As we headed out the door, Carol stopped us gay for a quick aside. "It's unusual to gay have only one kinesthetic person in a group," she said about to Meg. "I'm a kinesthetic gay too; remind me next week and I gay'll teach you a couple of special techniques."
 In moments I felt my pants fall gay to the floor, followed immediately by my gay briefs. Not to be outdone, I lifted Meg's sports top enough to expose gay her breasts and caressed them, noticing with pleasure that her nipples gay felt gay as hard as my cock. Meg anal dropped to her knees gayanal, pulling herself out of my hands, and brought gay her tongue to bear against the sides of my shaft. She licked me slowly, sensuously about, up one side gay and down the gayanal other, tracing rings around the head with the tip of gay her tongue. One anal of her hands reached around me and started stroking my balls. We were both breathing in heavy gasps.
 "Definitely a gay wow gayanal," Meg replied . We both had spit gay-eating grins gay on anal our gayanal faces as we gathered up our hastily discarded clothes and carried them into the house.
 "I got home at the normal time," she said - for Meg, that's about 3:30 because she starts work at 6 gay:45. "I took a gay quick shower, and when I came out I just had this idea gayanal that it would be fun to see if I gay could put myself under. I stretched out on the bed and just let go gay, and after a gay while I felt the buzz and went with it. The phone woke gayanal me up - another long distance about company trolling for naive customers - and I saw it was almost 4 :30 gayanal. I must have been really gone gay, because gayanal it only felt like a gay couple of minutes to me."
 The weekend was gayanal mostly unremarkable gay. We spent Saturday catching up on errands and odd jobs: laundry, washing cars, a little light household maintenance, that kind of thing. Meg practiced her self-hypnosis in the gay morning right after her gay shower gayanal, and I did mine after dinner.
 "Did the clock go gay off?"
 "Now ," she continued, "Are there any questions you gayanal'd like to gay toss out before we go any gay further?"
 "I have one." Tamika, a twenty gay-something black gay woman in burgundy fleece gayanal, spoke up. Her head gay was gay cocked to one side and her eyebrows rose high on her gay forehead as she looked at Carol. "What exactly did you do to us last time?"
 Carol's eyes snapped open. Her face looked blank for a second gay or two, but then she blinked a few times and seemed to reorient herself. "You gay're wide awake now, fully alert," Jim said, but he kept a anal firm grip on her anal until she cleared her throat and gayanal agreed with him.
 "That's an important thing to remember," Jim said gay, addressing the class. "Even gay though your partner's eyes are open and she seems gayanal okay, always end with the suggestion that she is fully gay awake and gay alert. It helps her to focus again on gay the here anal and now."
 "Second, it's important that you pay close attention to about your partner's body. If you gay say that her feet are becoming relaxed, look at her feet and watch for a sign gayanal that they are doing it. If you tell her that her anal eyes are getting tired and heavy, watch them start to blink or tear. The more you can pace the patter to what about is actually physically happening, the anal more effective your induction will gay be.
 The wait wasn't too long anal, only about ten minutes. Meg never stirred; in fact, the only way I could tell she gay was still breathing was by putting a hand just over gay her face. I wondered how much of this she would remember later. I wondered how much I would remember when it was my gay turn, and gay felt my cock grow another gay inch in response.
 "Okay, gentlemen." Carol was gayanal back at gay the front of the room gayanal, speaking more quietly than usual but addressing us all gay. "Now that you gay have your suggestions implanted, it's gay time gayanal to exercise them. In a few moments, I'm going to have you wake your partner up. Some of these ladies are pretty deep, so it may take a few seconds for them gay to come out of gay it. That's okay. As soon as they seem gay awake gayanal to you, I want you to say the trigger phrase. She should gay go back down pretty gay easily; if not, then tell her to relax, let go, feel herself slipping back into hypnosis even deeper than gay before gay. That will probably do the trick; even after waking, people tend to stay very suggestible for a while. Once she is back down gay, I want you to reinforce the gay trigger suggestion, then wake her up gay again. Keep doing that until gay I tell you to stop about. Every time you take her back down, keep gay telling her that gay she is going deeper than before. Questions? ... Then go ahead, wake her up."
 One time as Meg was waking up, Carol gay came over. "How are gay you doing?" she asked, looking at Meg anal.
 "Can you sit up?"
 "I think so." Meg pulled herself gingerly into a sitting gay position.
 "Is gay that better?"
 "A gayanal posthypnotic about suggestion can cause you to experience those sensations again at a gayanal later time and place," Jim added. "Like this."
 On the word 'this gay', Carol closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall gay. Her arms dropped gay loosely to her sides gay and she sighed contentedly. "For our last anniversary, Jim gave me gay a full day at Elizabeth Arden," she explained. "It was wonderful gay. Right now I'm re gay-experiencing the full body massage."
 "Yes, Virginia," he said, "you can gay use hypnosis to induce an orgasm."
 "In fact," Jim added, "this would be a good time to admit that I cheated with that last demonstration. Carol and I have experimented before gayanal with a gayanal purely physical orgasm, and frankly the results have been underwhelming. So to gay make gayanal the demonstration gay a little gayanal more dramatic, I added some body memory elements to the suggestion: I told her that the next time gay I said the word 'orgasm', she would actually experience all the physical sensations that accompanied her last orgasm. The gay use of body memory along with the autonomic control gives a better result than gayanal just saying, 'You will have an orgasm.'"
 "Good. The signal that will cause you to re-experience that memory gay is the word 'anticlimax.' Later tonight, when you are gay fully awake and about alert, I will say the word 'anticlimax' to gay you gay and that will be your signal. Your body will respond automatically to that signal, just as it does when I give gay you the signal to go gay back gay into trance. You won't have gay to think about it, you won't want to resist, you will gay simply allow yourself to experience those gayanal wonderful feelings again. Okay?"
 "Okay."
 I shrugged. "We wait for further instructions, I guess."
 "Oooooh," she cooed about. "It must be a goody. What is it?"
 "No, I don't," Meg complained after thinking. "I guess I was too out of it to remember. But you don't want to do it here, so it gayanal must be pretty explicit."
 "You do that anyway when I ask nicely ."
 It didn't take Meg long to gay realize what was happening. Her eyes came open gay for a second gay, just gay as they had on gayanal Monday. "You bastard," she murmured, and then programming took over; her eyes closed down with a gay contented sigh.
 "Me?" I mock protested. "I about'm the one who wanted to wait until we gay got home, remember anal?"
 "Any time you want."
 Circumstances conspire now and gayanal again gay to frustrate us. So it was anal that weekend. Meg was about on call and ended up working both days because the anal MRI tech gay who was supposed to be on duty quit gay suddenly. I found out gay Saturday night that some gayanal clueless VP at about our firm had graciously agreed to gay let a gay client push up a deadline by gay three weeks, which gay pretty much killed my schedule too.
 "I'm gay having evil thoughts gay."
 A long gay fifteen minutes gay later, the gayanal phone rang. I made sure that our home number was gay on the display before anal answering. "Hello there gay," I said. "What phone are you using?"
 "Saturday morning," she gay answered sleepily.
 "I anal understand gayanal."
 "Very good. As your desire builds gay, you may find that you want to do things to please yourself. You may do anything you like in gay that way as long as you don't leave the house . The energy, the gay passion, will gay continue gay to build within you right up to the point of orgasm, but you will not have an orgasm until I tell you to. Is that also clear?"
 I almost gay made it gay, too. Within 20 paces gayanal of gay the elevators, I turned a about corner and ran gayanal smack into Marty, my boss.
 "I'm sorry," I began gayanal, but got no farther. Meg bounded up off the couch and body-checked me into the bookcase behind me. She pressed her sweating, heaving body against me about, put her gayanal hands gay on either side of my face, and kissed me harder than I've ever gay been kissed before. For a split second I flashed back to an gay old horror movie gayanal and imagined Meg gay was some kind of demon gay trying to gayanal suck the soul out of me. I gay decided I about deserved at least that.
 "Ah, he gayanal likes that," she remarked between kisses. "Let's gay see how he likes this." Her tongue reached out and slowly, sensuously traveled up and down the underside of my shaft gay. My legs got weak; I grabbed onto the bookcase for support gay. Meg chuckled again as her free gay hand traveled up and around my thigh, then spread out over most of my buttock gay and squeezed. My body told me I anal was about 20 gay seconds away from one hell of an anal orgasm, less if I didn't get that tongue off my shaft.
 "But ..." I prompted, knowing there had to be one coming gay soon.
 "Be gentle with me," I pleaded jokingly.
 I looked over at Meg. She was sitting in the passenger gayanal seat gayanal quietly, looking out the side window. "Goodnight Gracie," I said.
 "Fine," she answered off-handedly. "Just gay wool-gathering gay, I guess."
 "We don gayanal't need much in the way of preliminaries this week," Carol began after noting the attendance gay in her book gay. "We'll start gay out gayanal pretty much like last week, except in the gay opposite roles. Men gayanal, go ahead and get gayanal nice gay and gayanal comfortable and start to relax. Ladies, you will anal choose gayanal an gay induction gay and guide him into a gayanal nice, deep gayanal state gay of hypnosis. Once you've got the guys nice and deep, we'll go over how anal to establish a trigger and reinforce it, just like they did with gay you last week. Any questions from last week gay before we start?"
 "About half gay an hour ago," I answered sheepishly gay. "In gay the car on the way here."
 I could about tell she was getting frustrated gay when I heard Carol come over. "How are we doing gay here?"
 I opened my eyes to gay answer. "Something isn't gay quite right, but I don't about know what. I'm gay trying gay to gayanal focus, trying to anal make myself relax, but I gay only get so far and can't seem to gayanal keep going."
 "... Wake up now, darling."
 "Wake gayanal up about."
 At least a half dozen times I anal'd anal find gay myself waking gay up to about the sight and feel of gay Meg riding gayanal me hard gay. I'd start to move, to speak gay, to do gayanal anything, but as soon as Meg gay saw about me she'd say "Lights out, darling gayanal" and I'd fall back into nothingness.
 Meg came up and hugged me gay tightly, which brought another round of applause from the group. Under cover gay of that sound, she gay whispered a quick message into my ear: "I'll get gay you gay back, my love. Count on it." I could gay see the wheels turning when gay I looked into her face a moment gayanal later gay.
 Carol nodded, grinning, and called the class back gay to attention. She wished us gay all well in gay our relationships, passed out her card in case we wanted to consult gay with her in the future, and pronounced class dismissed gay.
 It was Meg at her artful best, without doubt the most intense, arousing thing I gayanal'd ever felt. That Meg was not actually sucking me off, but gay rather sitting in the gay driver's gay seat chuckling as she listened about to my moaning gayanal grow more and more out of control, actually made the situation more erotic for me. "Oh, God," I breathed, "This is unbelievable."
 "Incidentally, I've got a few stops to about make on the way..."
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