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("Adult Education" by Wiseguy, part 3 of 5)
That week passed very slowly for us. After our little
experiment Monday, we were both anxious to continue with
our education.
Apparently we weren't the only 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 was already there.
Meg and I had our mats arranged to our liking and were just
settling in when Carol arrived. Her welcoming smile beamed
at us so brightly that it took me a few seconds to realize
she wasn't alone. Behind her was a man of average height,
slightly balding, with a neatly trimmed beard and wire-
frame glasses. His navy blue warm-up suit hung loosely on
his thin frame. He busied himself setting up the boom box
while Carol made a few notes in her organizer.
"Good evening," Carol began, setting the organizer down.
"It's good to see everyone here bright and early. Has it
been an interesting week for you all?" She made eye
contact with each of us in turn, and without fail each of
us met her gaze with a sheepish grin. "Excellent! Before
we get started, I'd like you all to meet my husband, Jim."
She indicated the man who had followed her in.
Jim waved to the group. "I'm not a hypnotherapist," he
quipped, "but I've been known to sleep with one." He
winked and smiled in a way that made me like him instantly.
"Behave," his wife scolded lightly before turning back to
us. "Besides being a card-carrying wiseacre, Jim is my
oldest and best student. He'll be helping out in several
capacities for the rest of the course. He's very well
trained, so rest assured you can trust anything he tells
you.
"Now," she continued, "Are there any questions you'd like
to toss out before we go any further?"
"I have one." Tamika, a twenty-something black woman in
burgundy fleece, spoke up. Her head was cocked to one side
and her eyebrows rose high on her forehead as she looked at
Carol. "What exactly did you do to us last time?"
A group chuckle erupted - the question was on all of our
minds, and it was a relief to hear someone voice it. Carol
was clearly expecting it and had her answer ready.
"A couple of simple posthypnotic suggestions," she
explained. "One of the keys to using erotic hypnosis is
believing that it really can work. Before you try making
suggestions to each other, I wanted you to see and feel for
yourselves that the results we are going to talk about are
possible - not just in the abstract, but for you
specifically. The best way to prove that to you was by
example.
"Before bringing you out of hypnosis last week, I suggested
that upon waking you would be much more aware than usual of
how sexy your partner really is, and that this increased
awareness would lead to your having sexual thoughts and
desires. Then I suggested that each of those thoughts
would add to a growing, irresistible lust that wouldn't be
satisfied until you make love with your partner, which you
would do at the first safe opportunity."
As Carol explained what she'd done, I replayed that
Thursday night in my mind: the sudden randiness I'd felt
when we woke up the last time; the steady buildup of need;
Meg trying to bring herself off in the car and failing, and
how it that had affected me; it all fell neatly into place.
Meg broke the silence with a question of her own. "Did you
make any other suggestions while we were out? About
practicing every day or anything like that?"
"Yes, I did. Going into trance is a skill which must be
practiced. That's especially true in this context, where
you are all just beginning to learn and don't have a
professional to guide you at home. To help you, I
suggested that you would find it easy to reenter the
hypnotic state on your own at will, and that each time you
try you will go deeper than the time before. I reinforced
those concepts several times."
"Did you tell us we had to practice every day?"
"Not as a posthypnotic suggestion, no. If you remember, I
did suggest after you were fully awake that practicing
every day would be a good thing. Did everyone do that?"
She looked around at us all; everyone was nodding. "That's
very good. Now that you know how easily you can enter the
hypnotic state on your own, it will be even easier for you
to do it with your partner's help. And that leads us
directly to tonight's first demonstration."
Carol looked over at Jim with a slight nod and he joined
her at the front of the room. We watched as he stepped
behind Carol and put his arms around her, holding her
firmly just below the breasts. She pushed her long hair to
one side out of his face. He craned his neck forward
enough to kiss her lightly on the cheek, then whispered
something into her ear.
The effect was dramatic: Carol's legs buckled and her arms
dropped like stones as her body slumped backward. Her head
pitched to the right and drooped. Only Jim's arms, locked
firmly around her ribcage, kept her from crumpling to the
floor. I stared wide-eyed at the doctor's limp form,
fascinated. Meg's hand found mine and squeezed, but
neither of us looked away from the sight in front of us.
"Rapid induction," Jim said by way of explanation. "One of
the suggestions I always reinforce with Carol is that she
will drop into trance whenever I utter a particular phrase.
As you can see, it's a very fast way to take your partner
into trance. It's also kind of fun in its own right," he
added, winking at us.
"Can you do that anytime you want?" I didn't see who
asked; it was one of the men.
"Pretty much. Carol and I have been doing this with each
other for a very long time, so we're both pretty strongly
conditioned; we respond without even thinking about it."
"How long will she stay out?"
"Until I tell her to wake up . or until my arms give out
and I drop her on the floor." We laughed nervously at his
joke. Carol was a good four inches taller than Jim, and
strongly built; I wondered how long he could hold her up.
It was a moot point, because as the group quieted down
again Jim spoke to Carol. "Wake up on three, darling:
one, two, three."
Carol's eyes snapped open. Her face looked blank for a
second or two, but then she blinked a few times and seemed
to reorient herself. "You're wide awake now, fully alert,"
Jim said, but he kept a firm grip on her until she cleared
her throat and agreed with him.
"That's an important thing to remember," Jim said,
addressing the class. "Even though your partner's eyes are
open and she seems okay, always end with the suggestion
that she is fully awake and alert. It helps her to focus
again on the here and now."
Carol came forward, looking fully alert again. "Ready to
try it yourselves?" She received a general murmur of
assent. "Good. Ladies, lie back and get comfortable.
You'll be the subjects tonight. Guys, you are going to
help guide your partner into a nice, deep trance state.
Jim and I will help you get there. When she's nice and
deep, you will suggest a trigger that will put her back
into hypnosis quickly. Then you'll wake her up and
practice using the trigger."
Tamika's companion raised his hand looking confused. "How
do we do the induction?" he asked. "I don't remember that
long speech you used last time."
"Of course not," Carol agreed. "Don't worry, we've got
some Cliff's Notes for you." Jim reached into the canvas
bag they had carried into the dojo with them and produced a
number of folded booklets. "These booklets have a number
of standard induction scripts in them," Carol explained
while her husband passed out the materials. "You'll
recognize several of the samples in there from last week,
because I blended several standard scripts together. Look
these over together and pick the one that your partner is
most comfortable with. Think about what elements from last
week's induction worked particularly well for her, and
choose a script that focuses on those elements."
There was a general buzz as the couples leafed through the
booklet and talked among themselves. Carol came over to us
while Meg and I were still looking at the titles. "Would
you like a recommendation?" she offered.
"Sure," Meg answered immediately.
"There's one toward the end called 'Hand Breathing'. It's
a personal favorite of mine; it produces great relaxation,
and works very well with kinesthetic types."
Turning quickly to the relevant page, Meg and I skimmed the
text. It certainly looked interesting. Meg was up for
it, so I began studying the script while we waited for
further instructions. It was short and pretty simple; I
had it just about down by the time Carol began addressing
the group again.
"Just a few tips on how to use these scripts," she said.
"First of all, these are not magical incantations. Just
reading one of these out loud to your partner is not going
to do anything for her. The best way to use these is to
realize that an induction script is little more than a
series of suggestions that you are giving to your partner
which will result in her entering hypnosis. Don't bury
your nose in the book and read the script verbatim - read a
line or two, understand what it says, and relay that to
your partner. If the wording feels awkward, go ahead and
reword it so that you're comfortable with it.
"Second, it's important that you pay close attention to
your partner's body. If you say that her feet are becoming
relaxed, look at her feet and watch for a sign that they
are doing it. If you tell her that her eyes are getting
tired and heavy, watch them start to blink or tear. The
more you can pace the patter to what is actually physically
happening, the more effective your induction will be.
"Finally, keep your voice natural. A lot of people have
this notion that a hypnotist should talk like Bela Lugosi
in 'Dracula', drawing out every word until it's almost a
chant. In real life, all that will do is make you feel
silly and distract your partner from what you're actually
saying. Just speak normally and you'll be fine.
"Any more thoughts or questions?" When nobody spoke up,
Carol nodded. "Okay, then begin."
Meg had already made herself at home. She had herself
stretched out lengthwise on one mat, 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 midriff, and
her eyes were fixed on me expectantly. "Ready when you
are," she said.
I was jittery, anxious, tense. To give myself a little
time to settle down I had Meg start with a few deep
breaths. Carol caught my eye from across the room and put
a hand to her diaphragm. The signal was clear: breathe,
Patrick. So I joined Meg in a couple of deep ones and soon
I could feel myself growing more relaxed and confident. It
even occurred to me that this would segue well into the
induction we had chosen. Shifting closer to her side, I
started the induction talk.
"As you're lying there concentrating on your breathing," I
told her, "I want you to imagine a very strange idea. I
wonder if you can imagine that you can actually breathe
through your fingertips. Just imagine that rather strange
idea, that you can actually breathe in through your
fingertips." I gave her a few seconds to think about that
before going on. "Imagine that you can feel the air moving
in through your hands, slowly at first, with perhaps just a
faint tingling sensation as it flows past your palms. And
now just imagine that feeling moving slowly up your arms,
through your elbows, up to the shoulders. Feeling that
comforting flow of air moving through both arms, both
elbows, both shoulders."
I could see Meg's hands twitching a little, her fingers
spreading apart just a hair, and took that as a good sign.
"As you feel that slight tingle, that comforting flow of
air moving through your arms, you may notice that it leaves
the muscles in your hands feeling warm and loose, relaxed,
lazy. Just imagine that, imagine the air flowing through
your hands, relaxing them, bringing that tingle through
your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely as
it flows through. Breathe deeply and feel the flow as your
arms relax so completely." The twitching stopped, and
Meg's arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as she
breathed in and out.
After a few seconds, I continued. "As you feel that
comforting, relaxing flow of air moving through your hands,
through your arms to your shoulders, maybe finding again
that faint tingling sensation, perhaps in your elbows or
forearms this time, then moving down through your body.
Down through your chest and stomach, down through your
hips, down through your thighs, into your knees and shins
and calves." The script had the word 'down' in italics, so
I gave each 'down' some extra emphasis. "Again, you might
feel that faint tingling sensation just there, just below
your knees, moving down through your 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 moving through your whole body in one single,
warming, comforting flow. A unidirectional flow, moving
through your whole body in one single comforting flow. The
calmness and relaxation you breathe in doesn't get involved
with the tensions and stresses that you breathe away from
yourself. With each breath you take, with each word I
speak, you find yourself becoming steadily more and more
relaxed."
Something touched my elbow; I turned my head and saw Carol
kneeling behind me. "You're doing great," she said softly.
"Your pacing is smooth and steady, which is good. Can you
see how well it's working?"
I looked back at Meg's face. Her jaw looked slack and her
lips were parted slightly. "She looks pretty out of it to
me. But how do I know she didn't just nod off?"
"Look at her eyes. See how they're moving under her lids?
That's called REM, for rapid eye movement. It means her
subconscious is active. Also, notice how still she is.
Watch her breathing, see how slow and easy it is. She's
going to be nice and deep by the time you're done with the
patter. It's going to take a little longer for some of the
others, though, so when you're finished with the script go
into a deepener. The staircase one is simple and works
well."
"Okay." Carol stood up and moved on to the next couple,
and I turned my attentions back to Meg. "Very good, Meg.
With each breath you take, each word I speak, you find
yourself becoming steadily more and more relaxed. As you
relax, you begin to notice the weight of your head against
the soft mat, wondering if that weight might seem to gently
increase as you relax even more. Feeling also the weight
of your feet on the pad, and noticing how that weight, too,
seems to gently increase even as you think about it." I
was ad-libbing; the script actually made reference to
someone sitting in a chair with a footrest. Remembering
how well Meg had responded Monday afternoon, I changed the
imagery a little.
"You find that sensation of total relaxation, as if you are
lying on your own bed after a hot shower, sinking gently
into the mattress, letting it envelop you, feeling totally
calm, totally safe. With each breath you take, with each
word I speak, allowing that feeling of great calmness,
comfort, and safety to increase. Feeling that warm,
relaxing flow of air continuing to move through your whole
body, from your hands, through your arms, down through your
body and out through your feet."
That was the end of the standard script. Meg's breathing
had slowed so much I could barely tell when 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.
As I led Meg down an imaginary staircase, telling her that
each step took her deeper into hypnosis, I watched her. As
we got closer to the bottom of the staircase, it seemed as
though her face began to flush slightly. Her eyes
continued to flit about under closed lids, so I kept
reading. When the deepener was over, I looked around for a
clue on what to do next. Jim caught my eye and came over.
"Looks like you're in good shape," he commented. "Have you
decided on a trigger yet?"
"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 of
hypnosis. You are more relaxed than you ever thought
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's so pleasant, so very pleasant,
to let yourself relax this way and let me take care of you,
let me take care of everything. Would you like to be able
to return to this wonderful, peaceful state of mind again,
Meg?"
I waited. Several long seconds later, her lips moved
slightly. "You are deeply, totally relaxed, Meg," I said
as Jim had suggested, "and nothing can disturb that
wonderful feeling. You will find that you can easily speak
to me while you are in this state, and that it will not
disturb your relaxation in the least. In fact, speaking
while under hypnosis even helps your mind to relax even
more, taking you deeper and deeper with every word. Would
you like to be able to return to this deep, satisfying
sleep again, Meg?
Her whole mouth moved this time: "Yes, please."
"You can, Meg. You can return to this state any time you
wish. In fact, whenever I say the phrase 'Goodnight,
Gracie' you will immediately close your eyes and relax,
letting yourself slide so easily, so deeply back into
hypnosis. Every time I say 'Goodnight, Gracie' you will
find it easier and easier to just let go. Every time I say
'Goodnight, Gracie' you will go deeper into hypnosis than
the time before. You won't have to think about it, you
will simply let go and trust me to take care of you. Will
you do that, Meg? Will you let me take you back into deep,
wonderful hypnosis by saying 'Goodnight, Gracie' to you?"
"Yes."
"Then that's what will happen, darling. 'Goodnight,
Gracie' will be your hypnotic trigger from now on, and you
will always go immediately into a deep hypnotic sleep when
I say those words to you. Won't you?"
"Yes, I will."
"Very good, Meg. Rest now, darling. Just let yourself
drift and relax, rest and sleep, until I say your name
again."
Jim nodded approvingly from his position at Meg's feet,
then went on to another couple. I sat back and watched Meg
some more, waiting for the next step. The realization of
what I had done - actually induced a deep hypnotic trance,
on purpose - started to sink in. Despite all the
hypnofetish stories I'd read, I wasn't really prepared for
the power rush that came from realizing I could actually do
this. The possibilities were staggering . not to mention
arousing.
The wait wasn't too long, only about ten minutes. Meg
never stirred; in fact, the only way I could tell she was
still breathing was by putting a hand just over her face.
I wondered how much of this she would remember later. I
wondered how much I would remember when it was my turn, and
felt my cock grow another inch in response.
"Okay, gentlemen." Carol was back at the front of the
room, speaking more quietly than usual but addressing us
all. "Now that you have your suggestions implanted, it's
time 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 to come out of
it. That's okay. As soon as they seem awake to you, I
want you to say the trigger phrase. She should go back
down pretty easily; if not, then tell her to relax, let go,
feel herself slipping back into hypnosis even deeper than
before. That will probably do the trick; even after
waking, people tend to stay very suggestible for a while.
Once she is back down, I want you to reinforce the trigger
suggestion, then wake her up again. Keep doing that until
I tell you to stop. Every time you take her back down,
keep telling her that she is going deeper than before.
Questions? . Then go ahead, wake her up."
Here goes, I thought to myself, and turned back to address
Meg. "Time to wake up, Meg. I'm going to count to three,
and when I reach three your eyes will open and you will be
fully awake. One . two . three."
Meg's eyes opened very slowly, taking several seconds to
finally focus. "That was . interesting," she remarked as
she met my gaze. She started to rise up.
"Stay down," I said, and was somewhat surprised to see her
drop back against the mat immediately. I think Meg was
surprised too; her face took on a vaguely puzzled look.
"I must have been really out of it," she remarked. "What
happens next?"
"Goodnight, Gracie." The eyes that were watching me glazed
over, and the puzzled look deepened.
"Huh?" She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Relax and let go," I said soothingly. "Don't fight it,
just let it happen. Let the trigger phrase take you
swiftly, easily down into your deepest, most comfortable
sleep." As Carol had predicted, Meg gave up the struggle
immediately and sank back into the cushions below. I
repeated myself several times, encouraging her to sink
deeper and deeper, then ran through the trigger suggestions
again. It took all of my concentration to focus on that
instead of the growing lump in my pants. When Meg had
again agreed to respond to the trigger, I counted to three
and woke her up again.
She came to more quickly this time. "Hey," she started,
"What did you d-"
"Goodnight, Gracie." Meg didn't finish her question; her
face blanked as I said the magic phrase and this time she
dropped on cue. I gave her the generic deepening
suggestions again anyway, just to help things, and went
through the sequence with her several more times. After
about fifteen minutes of this Meg was dropping like a rock.
One time as Meg was waking up, Carol came over. "How are
you doing?" she asked, looking at Meg.
"Don't ask me," she retorted, "I can't seem to get up off
my back."
"Can you sit up?"
"I think so." Meg pulled herself gingerly into a sitting
position.
"Is that better?"
"Yes."
"Good." Looking back to me, Carol added, "Go ahead."
I put an arm around Meg's shoulders. "Goodnight, Gracie."
I was expecting her to fall backwards, but instead she
tipped to her left, landing mostly in my lap.
"Start giving her a little more time between triggers,"
Carol told me. "And keep reinforcing the suggestions and
the deepening. You'll notice that it starts taking her
longer to wake up as she goes deeper. Just lengthen the
awake time by a few seconds each cycle and you'll have her
well conditioned."
I followed her instructions as given, letting Meg have a
slightly longer 'awake break' between triggers each time.
Carol was right again; Meg did seem to need more time to
come out of it as we kept going. I started letting Meg get
up and move around during her awake times, but I made sure
I was in position to catch her before giving her the
trigger again. By the time Carol called an end to the
exercise, Meg and I were able to duplicate what Carol and
Jim had done at the beginning: I could stand behind Meg,
give her the trigger, and catch her as she let go.
Meg was stunned when she saw how much time had elapsed
since the start of the hand-breathing induction. She had
been more or less out of it for the better part of an hour.
"How much do you remember?" I asked her.
"Not much," she answered after some thought. "I remember
the hand breathing bit, although I sort of drifted off once
or twice during that. At some point you shifted into
something about a staircase. I half remember other voices,
but they were distant - I didn't try to make out the words.
And then you started doing the yo-yo thing on me, waking me
up and sending me back down again right away. After a bit
of that I got completely lost. All I knew was that you
kept putting me under, and it felt good and I didn't want
to keep waking up." She took a quick look left and right,
then lowered her voice and added, "And the more I think
about it, the more my juices get flowing, if you get my
drift."
"I get it all right," I confessed. "It's pretty hot from
my end, too. The power rush I get from watching you zone
out on command . there's no way to describe it. You'll see
what I mean."
"I can't wait." We pressed each other tightly in a hot,
passionate kiss that promised more at the evening's end.
(continued)
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