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The following story contains:

   MF - Sex between an adult male and an adult female

   MD - Some activity with the male in a dominant role

   FD - Some activity with the female in a dominant role

   CONS - All sex is by consent (sometimes tacit) of the parties involved

   HYP - hypnoerotica; consentual use of hypnosis with sex

   The following story is (c) Copyright 2007 by Wiseguy.  Redistribution to
free sites is permitted as long as the story is posted as is with my byline
and copyright notice intact.  Posting on pay sites is not permitted,
period. If you are offended by frank depictions of adult sexual behavior or
are too ignorant to understand that hypnoerotic activity is fun and
healthy, stop reading now.  I warned you.

   This story is also available in HTML or PDF from my ASSTR website,
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wiseguy/www.  I welcome all feedback
(wiseguy35athotmaildotcom).

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   TOYS

   (c) Copyright 2007 by Wiseguy



   Before I tell you anything else, understand this: Marty started it.

   Oh, he meant well.  We were in his car on the way to Connecticut for the
last weekend of our hypnotherapy certification training.  I had flown up
from Atlanta the night before on the red eye after a full day at work, so
the couple of hours of rest I got crashed at his place before we left DC
was not nearly enough.  By the time we crossed the Mason-Dixon Line into
Delaware I was babbling randomly, knowing we had several hours of nearly
featureless expressway ahead of us.

   "You can take a nap if you want to," he told me.  "It's okay."

   "I'm fine," I lied.  "Besides, it would be rude to just tune out and
leave you with no company."

   "I really don't mind, Regina.  You look ready to drop." And then a
really sneaky look crept over his face.  "In fact, I think you'd pass right
out if I were to say ..."

   I have no idea what he actually said.  Right then my eyes slammed shut,
my mind started floating away, and all I could think was *here I go*.  My
head flopped back as a gentle push on my shoulder settled me back against
the seat, and then I just lost track of my body for a while.  There was
just the floaty energy around me, the sound of the highway, and
occasionally Marty's voice telling me to rest and drift and let nothing
disturb me.

   After a while I noticed that the highway sound had vanished and there
was no more sense of motion.  Marty had stopped talking, too.  I counted
myself up out of trance and opened my eyes to find out what was going on.

   It was a nightmare.  We were in the middle lane of the highway, but
nothing was moving.  People had gotten out of their cars and were craning
their necks to see ahead.  Marty had the engine off and was sitting there
looking absolutely miserable.

   He noticed me stretching and moving.  "Have a nice nap?"

   "Wonderful," I replied with another stretch and half a yawn.  I really
did feel good.  More than good - I felt as if I'd had a full night's sleep
in my comfy bed at home.  "How long has it been like this?"

   "Half an hour, give or take.  Do you have any idea how much I envy you
right now?"

   I chuckled and looked at the dashboard clock.  I'd been tranced out for
well over an hour, but it only seemed to me like a few minutes.  You've got
to love hypnotic time distortion.

   The radio said there was a dump truck accident a few miles ahead of us,
which explained the total stop.  We figured we might as well take advantage
of it; we got out to stretch our legs and grab a drink from the cooler in
the back seat.  The cold water felt good on a hot day.  In another fifteen
minutes or so we saw people getting back into their cars and starting up
their engines.

   As we got moving again, I punched Marty in the arm lightly.  "By the
way: when did you install that trigger in my head?"

   He grinned at me.  "Oh, you mean ...?"

   The words bypassed my ears again and went straight to my brain.  I felt
myself spiraling back into oblivion and thought, *I'm so going to get him
for this.* It was my last coherent thought for another two hours.

   By the time we pulled in to our hotel, you'd have thought it was Marty
who'd been up for 20 hours the previous day instead of me.  I'd agreed to
do my share of the driving, but he'd kept me zonked out instead.  So now I
was the one feeling fresh and energetic and he was totally ragged out.

   We were sharing a room to cut down on expenses.  The desk clerk gave us
each a key and we set to moving in for the weekend.  Marty took the bed
nearest the window and let me have the one by the bathroom, which was fine.
I had to laugh a little when he started to unpack.  "You geeks," I said. 
"Can't go anywhere without your toys."

   "What, these?" Marty had a small pile of electronic equipment in front
of him: a new laptop, digital camera, MP3 player, some kind of space-age
alarm clock.  "These are necessities.  And they all fit in my PC bag." Then
he reached into his larger suitcase and pulled out a black canvas bag. 
"Now this is a toy."

   I grinned.  "You brought the NovaPro!"

   "I know how much you like it."

   He was right about that.  The NovaPro is a light and sound machine.  By
wearing special goggles and headphones attached to the machine, you can
experience different brain states induced through flashing lights and
binaural beats.  Early on, when I was still having a hard time getting
myself into trance, Marty let me borrow the machine for a couple of weeks.
Using it did help me learn to get myself into trance easily and turned out
to be tremendous fun, too, and I missed it after sending it back to him.  I
really wanted one of my own, but for the time being I'd be more than happy
to play with his some more.

   I reached out to take the bag from him.  Marty reached back into his
suitcase, pulled out a gray plastic case, and said, "But wait, there's
more!" He opened the case and showed me a large, professional-looking
microphone.  "With this, you can talk to the person on the machine and it
sounds as if the voice is coming from inside their own head."

   "Really?" I put that and the NovaPro on the lower shelf of the
nightstand between the beds.

   By the time we were unpacked Marty was wilting.  He pulled off his
shirt, tossed it into the corner by his bed, and then stopped suddenly and
looked at me.  "Um ...  I forgot to pack any pajamas," he said.  "Do you
mind if I just sleep in my undies?"

   I had to work hard not to giggle.  Marty, feeling shy?  It was so cute!
"It's fine, hon.  I usually sleep nude when I'm home - it's just the most
comfortable way to sleep - but I brought a few extra-long tee shirts with
me just for you."

   He grinned at me and dropped his pants.  "Hey, don't change your habits
on my account." But I could still see a tiny glint of nerves in his face,
so I grabbed one of those shirts and changed in the bathroom.

   It was sweet of Marty to do all the driving while I slept half the day,
but now there was a problem: while he was all strung out and needed to go
to sleep, I was fresh and alert and nowhere near ready to turn out the
lights.  I got out my laptop and looked for the little white box I was used
to finding in hotels for Internet access.

   There wasn't one.  "We don't have an Internet box," I complained.

   Marty rolled over and squinted as the desk lamp shined on his face. 
"It's wireless.  There's instructions in the services folder on the table."

   Oops.  "That doesn't help me.  This machine doesn't have a wireless
card."

   "Then use mine," he mumbled.  "Password is Milton:AZ." Then he rolled
over again and covered his face with an extra pillow.

   I spent the next hour online, keeping the lights as low as I could and
making no sound other than the clicking of keys.  My friend Jill was
looking for me and we spent most of that time in chat talking about her
boyfriend Eric.  I knew Eric from online though we hadn't met in real space
yet.  That was going to change: Eric lived about an hour's drive from where
we were staying, and Jill had a request or two.

   While we chatted, I kept hearing Marty toss and turn.  "I hate hotel
beds," he muttered at one point.

   I knew he had to be exhausted but his mind wouldn't let him rest.  I
finished with Jill and figured it was time to return a favor.  I stretched
out on my bed, took a few deep breaths, and let myself float into a light
trance.  "I feel so good now," I said out loud.  "Floaty."

   Marty grunted something that sounded vaguely like, "Good for you." His
tone wasn't happy.

   "Do you know what's great about floaty energy, Marty?"

   "What?"

   "You can share it with people.  All you have to do is just reach out
with your mind.  Just kind of let it float ...  like that ...  and share it
with someone near.  And then they start to feel it.  Drifty ...  floaty ...
so nice." I sounded stoned - or, more accurately, hypnotized - and I knew
that with Marty's mind trying to find sleep there was a good chance it
would be contagious.  "Do you feel it yet?"

   He paused a minute.  "Yeah ...  I think I do." He sounded vaguely
surprised and a little fuzzy.

   "You can float with me now ...  just float and rest, until the alarm
sounds in the morning." I let myself drift deeper, trying to lead him
deeper with me.  I think it worked.  It put me to sleep, anyway.



   Since class started at 8:00am I had set the alarm for 6:30.  It went off
right on schedule, dragging us both grudgingly out of a sound sleep.

   As I hit the snooze button I heard Marty groan and turn away from the
window.  "Arrrgh!  The sun is my enemy!"

   "We have a few minutes yet," I told him.

   "How late do you think we can be?"

   That made me smile - even half-asleep, he was using NLP patterns.  It
also gave me an idea.  "We can't be late on the first day," I told him. 
"And you don't really want that anyway.  By the time the alarm sounds again
you'll groan one more time, drag yourself out of bed, and make some kind of
joking remark before you head to the shower." And then I waited.

   About six minutes went by on the clock before it happened.  The alarm
buzzed on the table between us.  As I hit the button again Marty groaned
and stretched, sat up on the edge of the bed, and slowly rose to his feet.
His voice morphed into a bad imitation of Bill Murray as he said, "It is
alive."

   I just couldn't help laughing.  Marty looked at me for a minute, then
realized what he'd done.  "Yeah, I guess you predicted that pretty well."

   "I didn't predict it, I suggested it!"

   He cocked his head and I saw his eyebrows wrinkle.  "You did, didn't
you? Damn, you're good." Then he trudged into the bathroom, shaking his
head the whole way.



   Our class schedule called for a ten-hour day, which sounds long but
there were about two hours' worth of breaks built in.  Lunch was ordered in
for us, so we spent the whole day between the classroom and the break room.
It was a nice, cozy arrangement that gave us lots of opportunity to bond
with our classmates, but didn't lend itself to a private discussion.  That
meant I had to wait until dinner to talk with Marty about Eric.

   "He's a little shy," I explained, "but Jill says he's really interested
in being hypnotized and he wants her to be in control.  The thing is, he's
having a hard time learning to really let go and go deep.  Since we're in
the area ..."

   "You offered to work on him for her," he finished for me.

   "He said he was open to it.  And I have Jill's okay to play with him as
long as I report back to her on how he does and what triggers I give him."

   "Ahhh ...  and what treacherous things do you have in mind for this poor
guy?"

   "I'm not sure yet," I said truthfully.  "But he's not coming until
tomorrow, so I have tonight to work it all out."

   "That's fine.  If you need a sounding board, I'm available."

   "I know, hon.  And I may take you up on that later."



   We finished dinner and went back to the room.  I sat down at the
computer to check email and see if there were any last-minute ideas from
Jill.  I heard Marty rustling around in his gear but didn't pay that much
attention until a pair of headphones closed around my head.  "What's this
for?"

   He was sitting in an easy chair.  Between us was a round glass table on
which he had set up the NovaPro.  "Check this out." He switched on the
machine and flipped a switch on the back of the microphone in his hand.  "I
am the voice in your head, Regina.  You must obey."

   Gods, it was freaky - his voice reverberated through my head as if it
was coming from somewhere inside my own skull.  "Trippy," I said as I took
off the headphones.

   Marty showed me the parts of the system - the mic, the XLR cord and
special adapter to fit the NovaPro, the 9-volt battery that supplied power
to the mic - and how it all hooked together.  It was neat, and it was
giving me ideas.  "Trade seats with me for a minute," I told him.

   I'd been doing hypnosis with people for a long time.  The class was
really just about getting a professional certificate, so I could go into
business doing what I'd been doing for fun since college.  But one of the
things I really needed to practice on was my instant inductions, and as I
got up out of my chair I realized this was a golden opportunity.  So I
moved quickly and got in front of Marty before he had a chance to get up.
When he reached the partway point, half sitting and half standing, I put my
hand on his forehead and pushed him back down.  His face went blank with
sudden confusion; I used a firm voice and said, "Sleep."

   It worked like a charm.  He dropped back in the chair and went totally
limp.  "That's right," I said, remembering that it's important to follow up
an instant induction with deepening suggestions before the person decides
to come out of trance.  "Just letting go, completely relaxed, going deeper
with every breath you take.  As I rotate your head you can feel your neck
and shoulders relaxing, going loose and limp, and letting that feeling
spread all down your body.  Very good."

   He was mine!  I hadn't planned this, so I really didn't have anything in
mind except to wake him again, but then I had a thought.  I found a spot on
the back of his neck and pressed it gently.  "As you feel the pressure of
my finger on that spot on your neck, Marty, you can feel your body and mind
shutting down.  That spot on your neck is your off switch; whenever I press
it, you can allow yourself to power off and return to the same state you're
in now: open, quiet, receptive to my suggestions.  You like this feeling,
and you like the idea that I can power you off whenever I want to just by
touching this spot right here.  And when I press it again, you'll feel
yourself powering on, rebooting, coming out of hypnosis for me."

   I pressed the spot again and in a moment his eyes opened.  "Sneaky
minx," he said.  "I thought you said you needed practice with instants."

   "That was practice." I was perched on the arm of his chair, my hand
still resting on his shoulder near his neck.  His head turned and his eyes
tried to follow my hand, but of course it was too close for him to really
see.  "You're thinking about it, aren't you?  You remember the suggestion I
gave you.  But just because you remember it doesn't mean it won't work.  In
fact, I think you're enjoying the touch of my fingers back there, hoping
that at any moment I'll find that magic spot ...  right ...  here."

   I touched the spot and he dropped right back down.  It was really cool.
I stroked his temples and took him deeper just for the fun of it.  He
didn't resist at all.  In fact, there was a blissful smile on his face.  I
almost hated to wake him, but of course I had to.  We both had work to do.

   Marty hit the books for a few hours while I worked out what I wanted to
do with Eric.  He had a real subbie streak, I knew, and I'd make use of
that for him.  Like Marty, Eric was a serious computer geek; that would
also be useful.  In fact, it gave me a really sneaky thought that I saved
for bedtime.

   It was a little after ten when I went into the bathroom to change into
my sleep shirt.  Marty was already stretched out on his bed, still reading
but down to his white boxer briefs.  It was a bit warm because the air
conditioner made a ridiculous amount of noise and had been turned off for a
while.  I really wanted to take the shirt off, but I knew it would make
Marty very uncomfortable so I didn't.

   He looked over as I set the alarm clock.  "So, have you finished drawing
up your evil plan?"

   I fought back a smile.  If only he knew!  "Yes, I've got it.  Do you
want to hear what I'm going to do with Eric?"

   Marty closed the book and set it aside, then rolled over to face me. 
"Sure."

   He was in his regular sleeping position: on his side, almost rolled over
onto his front, with an arm tucked under his pillow and his upper leg bent.
He looked very comfortable.  Perfect.

   "You really helped me, in a way," I explained in a slow, steady voice.
"You see, Eric is just like you.  He's creative, funny ...  a computer
geek, like you." I laid a subtle emphasis on the words *like you* because I
wanted Marty's subconscious to pay attention to them.  "So I'll tell him,
while he relaxes his body and listens to my voice, that your brain can be
thought of as like a computer, and your mind is really the operating
system. Your conscious mind is made up of all the programs and utilities
that you run to manage your daily needs, each program separate and
distinct, all dependent on the kernel to manage the resources they need. 
And you can even imagine, as you relax deeper, that you can issue the
commands in your mind that will shut down those processes ...  shutting
down your conscious mind, so that only your subconscious ...  the operating
system kernel ...  is active.  Imagine yourself typing those commands,
going deeper, shutting down every program that isn't part of your kernel."

   Marty rolled back a little and I looked to see if it was working.  Oh,
yes, it was: his face was loose and slack, his breathing slow and easy.  He
was gone.

   "And sometimes," I continued, "there's a security hole in the kernel,
and it's necessary to patch the kernel.  You can accept my suggestions as a
patch to your kernel, entering those commands directly into your kernel
source code and compiling them into a new kernel, so that my suggestions
become as much a part of your operating system as the code you write
yourself.  And from now on, any time I tell you that there's a security
hole in your kernel, you can relax and shut down just like you are now,
without even realizing it, automatically becoming so open and ready to
accept your new programming, and to incorporate that programming into your
kernel."

   Marty's leg moved and his hip shifted back, and for about a half second
I wondered why he seemed to be rolling onto his back.  Then I noticed the
reason, poking straight up against the front panel of his boxer briefs.  At
least I knew he wasn't asleep.

   I gave him more suggestions for deepening, responding to my voice,
giving me root access to his systems, while my eyes kept wandering back to
his obvious physical reaction.  I'd seen guys get hard before, of course,
but this was different.  I was hacking his mind, he knew it, and he liked
it.  He liked it a lot.  The realization left me warm and tingly in a very,
very personal way.

   For a moment I thought about getting up, going over to Marty and
stroking him until he came.  It's kind of mean to get someone that worked
up with no payoff, after all.  But then I thought no, let's see how good
his imagination really is.

   "Marty," I said, "I know that on some level you realize that I'm hacking
your mind, and that you're really, really enjoying that.  I know you're
enjoying it because I can see that you have a hard-on, and I also think
that on some level you know I can see that, and you may even be enjoying
the idea of me looking at your hard cock.  And I wonder, Marty, if your
mind is powerful enough to enjoy that even more.  I wonder if you can
imagine that I'm standing up now, standing over you, looking at the outline
of your hard cock against your underwear.  And then, as I look at you, I
wonder if you can imagine that I take my shirt off, and that there's a damp
spot in the middle of my panties.  Maybe, Marty, you can even imagine that
I'm standing over you right now, reaching down, and slipping my fingers
inside the front of your shorts to stroke your hard, excited cock."

   The bulge in his shorts twitched and a soft moan came from his throat.
My heart was racing but I barely noticed because all my attention was
focused on Marty.  "That's right.  I'll bet you can feel the warmth of my
fingers on your cock.  They're wet from me touching myself first, so they
slide so easily up and down.  Up and down, Marty, stroking you from the
base all the way up to the head, teasing the sensitive skin at the tip of
your cock, and then sliding down again.  Up and down, feeling so good, so
arousing."

   His hips were flexing now and his moans were coming faster.  What at
first was just an idea, then an experiment, was becoming inevitable.  I
kept it up and let an extra urgency creep into my voice.  "You feel so
good, Marty, so hard, so hot.  You know that at any moment now you're going
to come and that's okay, it's okay to come, I give you permission to come.
I give you permission to really enjoy the feeling of my fingers on your
cock, stroking you, making you come, coming any moment now.  Any moment ...
now."

   Marty groaned loudly and bucked on the bed.  I saw the bulge quiver and
his shorts darkened at the tip with a wet stain that spread quickly across
the front.  *Oh my gods, I actually did it!* "And now, Marty, as the orgasm
subsides, you can roll over and allow yourself to drift off to sleep,
feeling safe and secure, and allowing your conscious mind to remember only
what it needs to remember and letting the rest stay hidden deep inside your
system files.  When the alarm sounds you'll find that you awaken easily,
feeling refreshed and energized, your mind fresh and ready for the day's
learning."

   He rolled away, toward the window, and a happy sigh escaped from his
lips as he fell into a deep slumber.  *I did it*, my inner voice kept
shouting, *I made a guy come without even touching him!* If I closed my
eyes I could still see him twitching, his face stretching out and his mouth
opening as he groaned his way through the orgasm.

   My panties were soaked, so I yanked them off and wiped the excess
moisture with the tail of my shirt.  And as I did that, I imagined Marty
standing over me, his cock hard again and pressing out through his shorts;
that his lips moved and said those words I never remember hearing; and that
as I sank into deep trance that it was his fingers, not mine, tracing along
the edge of my slit, probing, circling my clit...

   I mashed a pillow over my face to muffle the gasps as I came.  Then,
like Marty, I rolled over and plunged blissfully into sleep.

   If Marty remembered having a hypnotic wet dream he gave no sign of it in
the morning.  He got up with his usual stretch, groan, and wisecrack and
headed to the shower as if everything were perfectly normal.  And luckily
for me he didn't notice the panties I'd tossed aside in my own little
frenzy.

   There was an Outback just down the street from our hotel, so Eric agreed
to meet us there for dinner.  I nearly jumped up and down with glee when I
saw him: young, broad-shouldered, and with the most beautiful long black
hair I've ever seen on a guy.  I so wanted to undo the pony tail and play
with his hair.

   We had a nice dinner.  Eric and I already knew each other from online,
but Marty was a total stranger to him.  I needed the guys to get
comfortable with each other or the evening would be a lot more difficult
than any of us wanted, so I encouraged them to have a beer or two and talk
operating systems.  I had to smile a little at that, of course, knowing how
I was going to use that interest to get into Eric's mind.

   Back in the room, the conversation quickly turned to hypnosis. 
"Obviously I've been hypnotized before," Eric said, "by Jill.  I just don't
think I'm a very good subject because I always remember what happens, and a
lot of the things we try don't work very well."

   "Maybe it's just technique," Marty suggested.  "You seem like an
analyzing type.  Would you like to try an instant induction?"

   I could see Eric's eyes widen a bit and he looked quickly at me.  That
wasn't going to work - Eric could enjoy going into trance for a woman, but
it was too wrapped up as a kink for him to be comfortable getting tranced
by Marty.  I was going to have to do something.

   Marty was in the armchair, so he was well supported.  With a quick move
I came off the bed where I was sitting and touched the "off switch" on the
back of his neck.  A quick look of surprise came over him and then fell off
his face as he dropped into trance.  I gave him deepening suggestions and
was going to tell him to just ignore us for a while, but then I noticed the
NovaPro still on the glass table and had a better idea.  I plugged in the
light frames and headphones, put them on Marty, and set the machine for a
45-minute deep trance session.  "I want you to relax and drift for just a
few moments," I told him while the machine counted down to the program
start.  "Let your mind float and I'll be back for you soon." I saw the
lights begin to flicker behind the glasses and knew Marty would be just
fine for a while.

   I had Eric take off his shoes and sit down on the end of my bed.  "We
want you completely comfortable," I told him, "so I'm going to remove
this." The elastic hair band came off easily and turned his pony tail into
a gorgeous fan of rich black hair that went down below his shoulder blades.


   I took my hair brush from the bathroom, sat behind Eric, and began
combing through his hair.  "Hypnosis is a perfectly natural state of mind,"
I reminded him.  "We go in and out of trance all the time, every day." I
followed each brush stroke with a stroke of my bare hand.  The silky
texture felt wonderful between my fingers.  "Sort of the way that a
computer runs routine processes all the time, every day, as well as
background processes.  I was talking to Marty about this just last night,
and I think you'll agree with this because he's just like you.  You might
think of your brain as a computer, Eric, and your mind as the operating
system ..."

   It worked just as well on Eric as it had on Marty the night before. 
When the muscle tone faded out of his spine I slid out of the way and
guided down onto the bed, brushing his beautiful hair aside so it wouldn't
get all tangled.  I lay down beside him and spoke softly into his ear while
my fingers idly caressed his face.

   "You're such a good boy, Eric ...  so open and willing to be led.  And
you know that Jill is exactly the person you need, exactly the mistress who
can bring amazing pleasure to you both.  All you have to do is let go,
Eric. Let go to Jill, and let her voice sink keep into your mind, adding
her suggestions to the kernel code that you wrote for yourself.  Imagine
now lying down next to Jill, feeling her stroking your body, and being so
very deeply relaxed that all you can do is breathe in her scent and enjoy
the sensations."

   I worked him into such a deep state that his muscles wouldn't move. 
And, once I had him there, I gave him the triggers and instructions that
Jill had asked for.  He learned to feel a rush of pleasure at the sound of
her name, to imagine her speaking to him in her voice, to feel himself
being hopelessly and blissfully open to her every suggestion.  And the more
he relaxed and the more I spoke about Jill, the more I noticed him getting
hard.  But he was going to have to get over that on his own - I had no
permission from Jill for anything like I'd done with Marty.

   My eye caught movement off to the side and I looked over to see Marty
removing the headphones and goggles.  I told Eric to relax and drift for a
few minutes while I talked with Marty and rolled off the bed toward him.

   "Are you mad at me?" I asked.

   "Nah.  A little envious, maybe," he said, nodding with a smirk toward
the bed where Eric lay still.  "You've certainly never gotten that up close
and personal with me."

   *Or so you think*, I answered silently.  "I thought you weren't into the
D/S scene."

   "I'm not.  But that doesn't mean a guy doesn't like to be stroked once
in a while."

   "You'll get your turn.  In the meantime, would you mind setting this up
on the night stand please?" I pointed to the NovaPro.

   "Okay."

   I went ahead and woke Eric while Marty moved the NovaPro for me.  He sat
up and let me play with his hair some more while he watched Marty plug
things in.  "It's a sort of electronic trance inducer," I explained.  "The
lights and sounds cause your brain to adapt to their frequency.  You think
you were deep before, just wait until I dial this down to low theta with
you on it."

   Marty was putting together the microphone kit.  "You'll love it," he
told Eric.  "It's like a hypnotic isolation booth.  You won't know or care
what we're up to." Then he noticed that I was hooking up his spare set of
glasses, too, and the cup earphones from his MP3 player.  "Did I speak too
soon?"

   "On the bed, wise guy," I told him and pointed to his bed.  "Assume the
position."

   "Uh-oh," he said as he kicked off his shoes and laid down on his back.
"This could get very interesting."

   I just smiled at him and turned on the machine.  I'd set it for the deep
theta session again, but this time I shortened the time down to 30 minutes.
It would take them down quickly that way, and then I could pause it to keep
them there as long as I wanted to.

   In a couple of minutes both of my guys were breathing deeply and slowly.
A couple of test arm-drops confirmed that they were nicely relaxed and the
display on the Nova Pro showed 5.5Hz, which is a deep theta brainwave
frequency.  This was a good place to pause the program.  I held the mic a
few inches away from my mouth, slightly off to one side to minimize pops,
and switched it on.

   "You can hear my voice now, and it may even seem as if my voice is
inside your mind.  That's because it is.  My words become your thoughts, my
suggestions part of your new program.  Because there's a security hole in
your kernel, and you need some new programming to patch the hole.

   "Some of the things I'm going to say apply to both of you, and you will
both listen and accept these suggestions into your new kernel code.  Some
things will be meant only for Eric, and Marty can simply ignore that code;
other things will be meant only for Marty, and Eric can just pause and
ignore those lines.  When I do give you a suggestion, you can acknowledge
it by lifting the index finger on this hand." I touched Marty's left hand
and Eric's right.  "Lifting that finger confirms that you have accepted the
suggestion and incorporated it into your kernel source code.  You can lift
that finger now to show me that you understand that instruction."

   Both fingers lifted and then dropped again.  "Very good, boys.  You both
know how you love to be hypnotized.  Each time you go into hypnosis you go
deeper, more quickly, more easily than ever before.  It's a skill you have,
like the ability to write code or troubleshoot a network problem, and like
those skills your ability to go into trance gets stronger and stronger the
more you practice." I spent more time reinforcing how pleasurable it was to
go into trance for me, and was amused to notice both guys needing to shift
a little to make room for hard-ons.

   Then my eye fell on the clock.  It was after ten already - where had all
the time gone?  We'd calculated that we had to be up and on the road by six
in order for me to catch my flight home from DC.  I was going to have to
get to the point.

   "And now," I said, "I'm going to talk only to Marty.  Eric, you can
ignore everything I say until I touch you on the arm because none of this
is meant for you."

   I gave Marty a series of suggestions about allowing his mind to easily
absorb and digest all the material he'd learned over the weekend.  While I
was at it, I threw in suggestions to build up his confidence in his ability
as a hypnotist and to encourage his creative mind to help him come up with
ideas on how to start his practice.  No, they weren't the suggestions I
really wanted to give him, but even with Eric told to ignore it I didn't
quite feel right getting too personal.  I did, however, suggest that I
could always press his power button remotely by telling him to power off.
That, I figured, would come in handy in the car and let me save the
"security hole" trigger as a surprise.

   Next I had Marty ignore me for a while and reinforced all the work I'd
done with Eric.  I made sure he understood that everything he'd learned to
respond to from me would be equally effective for Jill, and that it was
perfectly okay for him to enjoy being hypnotized and to enjoy being
submissive to Jill.  He was smiling the whole time.

   It was almost eleven o'clock by the time I had both guys out of trance
and lucid again.  "How was that?"

   "Dreamy," Eric said.  "You have such a sexy voice."

   "Seconded," I heard from Marty.  "A lot of what you said isn't
registering consciously, either.  I think I'm still a little spaced out."

   Eric bounced a little as he sat up on the bed.  "So what's next?"

   "A long drive," I said, pointing to the clock.  "You have to work in the
morning, and Marty and I have to be lucid enough for one of us to drive at
6:00am.  And I still need to write up my report for Jill while it's all
fresh in my mind.  So if you wouldn't mind stepping outside, Eric, while I
put Marty to bed, and I'll join you in a couple of minutes?"
Marty started to object.  "We don't have to quit just yet.  After all

this trance time I'm not even remotely sleepy."

   I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down gently.  "I need to
be up for at least another hour, maybe two.  That means you're driving the
first leg.  I want you fully rested for that, and we both know that trance
is not a substitute for sleep.  I can nap in the car and spell you after
New York as long as we get that far alive.  Deal?"

   He growled a little but couldn't argue.  "Deal."

   Eric left the room and Marty stripped down to his shorts as usual.  I
dimmed all but the desktop light and sat down next to him.  "Power off now,
Marty."

   He sighed and dropped back into a nice, deep trance.  "We talked about
the need for you to sleep," I told him, "so I have some very important
suggestions for you.  When you hear me leave the room, Marty, I want you to
go ahead and adjust your position, roll over, do whatever you need to do to
make yourself completely comfortable.  And when you're completely
comfortable, you can drift off into a deep, restful, refreshing sleep.  If
any noise or movement or touch disturbs your sleep, though, you'll wake
into trance, just the way you are now, and then after few moments you can
just slide right back into real, natural sleep."

   I started to get up, but then I had one more impish thought.  "And
Marty? I know that a lot of the things that have happened this weekend have
been very exciting to you.  Later on, when you're alone and in private,
perhaps tomorrow night, you can relax and allow yourself then to experience
that excitement again, and to fully enjoy it in whatever way feels best for
you." I smiled and pictured Marty getting home the next day after dropping
me at the airport and suddenly, without realizing why, getting a raging
hard-on.  *Surprise,* I thought wickedly, and left to see Eric home.

   He was waiting in the hotel lobby.  We talked long enough for me to feel
sure he was completely back, then we hugged and I walked him to his car. 
Jill was going to be very happy with that one.

   I did my best to be quiet with the hotel room door so I wouldn't wake
Marty.  Waking into trance is better than waking up entirely, but still not
as good as uninterrupted sleep.  The room was dimly lit by the desk lamp
and when I looked at Marty I stopped dead in my tracks.

   The covers on his bed were thrown back and Marty was lying there
completely naked.  He was on his back, moaning sleepily, and his hips were
gyrating.  He also had a serious hard-on.

   My whole body flushed as I realized this was my doing.  I'd told Marty
he could fully enjoy his excitement "when you're alone and in private" and
then left him alone the room!  By saying "later" instead of "tomorrow" I'd
broken the first rule of posthypnotic suggestion: be specific.

   With a slow, uncoordinated movement Marty's hand went searching for his
penis.  He found it and began to slowly pump it up and down.  He was so
relaxed that he was having trouble doing even that.  I thought about
laughing.  I thought about leaving him alone for a few minutes and
pretending I hadn't seen anything.  Instead, I went with another option.

   As quickly as I could I peeled off my clothes and climbed into the bed
beside him.  I pressed my body against his back and ran my hand down his
side from just under the arm to just above the knee, pausing and squeezing
a little as I passed his butt.  My fingers played lightly across his thigh
as I rounded the leg on the way back up.  I removed his hand from his cock
and put mine in its place.  "Let me do that for you."

   His skin was dry, but I realized I had a ready supply of lubricant near
to hand.  I swabbed myself to pick up some moisture, applied it to his
shaft and stroked him lovingly, gently, whispering into his ear suggestions
of pleasure and arousal.  "Let it happen, Marty ...  let go and come for
me."

   A groan escaped his lips and a hot stream of seed flowed out of him.  I
cupped his balls and held him while he enjoyed the pleasure of his release.
And I just couldn't help dropping a few soft words into his ear.  "That's
right, Marty.  So much pleasure.  It's okay to enjoy this, okay to let
yourself slide deeper and deeper as the orgasm subsides.  And when I kiss
your cheek, Marty, you can allow yourself to drift back into a deep,
restful, satisfying sleep."

   The morning, I realized, could be tricky.  I thought about it for a
minute - the last thing I needed was another unexpected consequence - and
came up with a simple but hopefully effective plan.  "When the alarm sounds
in the morning, Marty, you can wake up fully, feeling refreshed and alert,
happy and content.  You'll be naked, but that's okay.  Your subconscious
mind can allow you to acknowledge that without feeling embarrassed or
confused; you simply chose to sleep that way, and that's all that matters.
You can choose to remember what we did together in this bed just now if it
will be a pleasant memory, or if your conscious mind has any reservations
about it you can simply forget that it ever took place.  You can allow
yourself to believe you had an erotic dream about the two of us in your bed
and leave it at that.  And no matter what you choose to remember, you can
feel free and comfortable telling me about it in the morning."

   I kissed his cheek and watched him sink down into slumber.  Then I
cleaned him up as best I could without disturbing him, washed up a little
myself, and sat down at the computer to compose a long email.

   *Dear Jill*, I wrote.  *Here is the owner's manual for your new toy. 
Treat him gently and you should enjoy years of trouble-free operation...*

   It was still mostly dark when the alarm screeched at us.  I jerked
partway out of a deep slumber and groped blindly for the snooze button.  On
about the fifth try I found it and collapsed back onto the bed.  I heard
Marty grunt and move around, and an exhausted voice in my head cried out,
*Shit, Regina - you're sprawled out naked!* After staying up way too late
writing Jill, I'd just flopped on the bed without putting anything on.  *I
should be bothered by this*, I thought.  *I should cover up for Marty's
sake.* But I was too sleepy to move.

   My bed shifted and creaked and I sensed a heavy weight perching on the
side next to my legs.  "Long night, I take it?" Marty said.

   My brain still didn't want to wake up.  I think I mumbled something
along the lines of, "Too long." Then I felt his hand gently stroking the
inside of my thigh.  My skin tingled and my pulse picked up, and that
helped to pull me gently out of the fog.  My eyes opened and I looked up at
his face.  "What do you think you're doing?"

   His hand kept stroking my thigh, moving closer and closer to my mound
with each caress.  "Trying to rouse you, of course."

   "Rouse," I asked, "or arouse?"

   "Maybe both." A sly grin came over his face.  "Feeling more awake now?"

   "I think so." Parts of me were getting very awake, and I knew he could
see that.  *I guess he remembers*, I figured.  "Look, Marty.  About last
night."

   "Shhhhhh," he told me.  "It's fine.  In fact, Regina ..."

   *Oh, shit.* That dizzying sensation swept over me again.  My eyelids
dropped and my body went completely limp, and then Marty's voice drifted
into my head.  "That's right, nice and deep.  So deep you can't even think
about trying to move.  So deep all you can do is listen to my voice and
focus on the pleasure I'm about to give you.  Helpless and sleepy, feeling
only pleasure ..."

   Then his voice stopped because his mouth was occupied in other ways.  I
lay there floating on a cloud of bliss while Marty found every one of my
pleasure buttons and pressed them all at once.  He took me to the edge and
held me there until I wanted to scream, and then when he finally told me to
come I think I yelled out his name over and over like a mantra.

   He let me drift while he showered, then got me up and moving.  The hot
water helped clear my head and somehow we managed to get on the road only
twenty minutes behind schedule.  We split the driving duties this time and,
luckily for me, ran into no serious traffic problems.

   Marty pulled into the short term parking at the airport and shut off the
engine.  We only had a few minutes before I needed to check in.  We hugged
each other and kissed and hugged some more.  While we embraced I let my
fingers walk lightly up his spine and come to rest on that special place on
his neck.  Marty sighed and folded into my arms.

   "I have one more treat for you," I told him.  "Tonight, when you go to
bed, you'll forget to put anything on first.  You'll get in bed naked as if
it was the most natural thing to do, the thing you always do.  Only when
you close your eyes with the intention to go to sleep will you realize that
you're naked, and when that happens, Marty, that realization will be the
most arousing thing in the world to you.  You'll become so aroused, so
excited, just like you were last night after I left you alone.  Your mind
will fill with thoughts of me and you'll imagine me again lying behind you,
my naked body against yours, stroking your hard, hard cock so slowly, so
sensuously ...  and that feeling will intensify with every breath you take
until you let go and experience the strongest orgasm you can remember
having.  And then, when the orgasm completely subsides, I want you to call
me on the phone.  I'll be awake."

   I brought him out of it with amnesia for the trance and the suggestion,
and it was time to go.  I grabbed my bag and my laptop case and kissed him
one more time for the road.  My mind envisioned the surprise he had waiting
for him that night and I couldn't help giggling a little.

   "Something you want to share with me?" he asked suspiciously.

   I gave him my best mysterious grin.  "I love your brain," I told him. 
"It's my favorite toy."



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