My Life Work

	

*You can*t be made to do anything in hypnosis that is against
your will,* the experts say.  No matter how deeply you are
hypnotized, there is always an un-hypnotized part of your
personality which acts as  a *hidden observer,* able to intervene
if the need should arise.  But what if a person happens to be
sexually constricted,  and the hidden observer is dying to get
laid?  
On every college campus, there are some girls who have the looks
of a movie star.  Lois was one of these. She had a beautiful
face, a radiant smile * and a body to die for. Fortunately for
me, she was also enrolled in an introductory psychology class I
was teaching when I was a graduate student. 

Lois often wore a bulky sweater, even though the weather wasn*t
really cool enough yet for her to be fully comfortable in one. 
This was probably an attempt to hide her large breasts.   But of
course, she did not entirely succeed.  She also usually wore a
pair of  tight-fitting khaki slacks, which showed off each small,
perfectly-formed cheek of her ass as it contracted when she
walked.  You could also see the top and bottom lines of her thin
panties from behind. Between her cheeks was about a half inch of
space where no flesh was pressing against them.  But the crack
which they revealed seemed to stop about halfway up, because her
butt muscles were so exquisitely small.  

One day, as Lois came up to my desk before class to ask a
question, I heard the word *ass* spoken in a low tone by one of
the male students in the front row. As she stood at the desk, I
saw that the eyes of several of the males were riveted on the
back of her slacks.  One of them had opened his mouth and was
rapidly thrusting his tongue back and forth, while the others
laughed. The female students who were able to see and hear what
was going on pretended that nothing was amiss.  Lois, who
obviously had become quite used to such comments, also seemed not
to notice. I tried to keep my face expressionless; but I could
not quite suppress the brief gleam of amusement in my eye, which
revealed my true feelings.

Soon, she developed the habit of stopping regularly by my desk
after class, just to chat.  As the bond between us grew stronger,
we adopted the habit of meeting regularly for a cup of coffee. 
Gradually, and with much hesitation, she began to tell me the
story of her life.  Her uncle had molested her on several
occasions when she was a child.  He was clever  enough to try to
make sure that she enjoyed the experience, in an attempt to get
her to share their *secret.* When she had timidly attempted to
tell her parents on one or two occasions, they simply did not
believe her, which only caused her shame and guilt to become even
greater.   


The rest of her life had been relatively uneventful, except for a
few seizures resulting from an auto accident when she was
learning to drive. But Lois relished telling me every detail of
her existence, including her social life.  Because of her early
experiences with her uncle, she was extremely shy around boys
until she entered college.  Now, as a Sophomore, she would only
allow herself to *hook up* with male students for occasional
one-night stands.  These involved some heavy drinking to make
things easier, followed by heavy petting and occasional oral sex
(which she did not enjoy very much), but nothing more.  

We soon became strongly attracted to each other.  However, dating
a student in one*s class was strictly forbidden. Besides,  with
that kind of a personal history, she wasn*t going to let any man
get as far as I wanted to go with her.

Neither one of uswas ready for a committed relationship.  But
there was still one small chance that I might be able to succeed
in getting what we both did want.  I  had always been interested
in hypnosis * but not for purely professional reasons. If
hypnosis can be used as the sole anesthetic to deaden sensation
in the female genitalia during birth, I wondered, what would be
the result of you used suggestion to make the genitalia, and even
whole body, hypersensitive?

A few weeks into the semester,  I asked the class if anyone
wanted to be hypnotized in order to receive suggestions to
improve their study habits (and, of course, to give me some
practice in seeing whether or not I could use hypnosis to turn on
some of my female students * especially Lois).  Lois*s hand shot
up instantly. I signed her up, along with three other volunteers,
to meet with me individually in my office the following Saturday
morning, when I knew that the psychology building would be
deserted.  Naturally, I made sure that Lois was my last
appointment.

 Lois, who was my last appointment for the morning, was precisely
on  time.  After a few moments of conversation, I gave her my
usual pre-hypnotic talk, which included assurances that people
who are hypnotized cannot be made to do anything against their
will.  Then I asked if she had any questions. When she did not, I
went ahead with the hypnotic induction. 

Judging by the responses of my first three volunteers, two of
whom were female, I did not expect very much to happen.  However,
by Lois*s body language, and the degree to which she seemed to
sink down in the chair, it seemed that she was going to be an
excellent hypnotic subject.  When the induction was completed, I
told her, as I had told the others, *In psychology, we know that
people never learn to do anything new, unless they find that new
behavior rewarding.  Would you like to feel emotions of
happiness, and use this as a reward to change your study habits?
You can just nod your head yes or no.*

Lois seemed to be so deeply hypnotized that she was not sure that
she could move unless I specifically suggested it. But after a
few seconds, she nodded slowly.   *All right,* I continued. 
*We*re going to have to make it very strong, but that*s okay,
because the stronger we make it,  the greater the effect will
be.*  

*Now, as I continue to speak,* I went on, *you can feel wave
after wave happiness, filling and flooding your entire being with
joy and delight.  And in just a few seconds,  you*ll be feeling
all the happiness you can possibly hold.  Then you can signal me
by raising your hand. . . .  It*s growing, and growing, and
getting stronger by the second.  And soon, your hand will begin
to rise.* 	


Lois did not move for a moment or two.  *Almost there, now. . . .
Almost there, * prompted.  *Now, you are ready, and your hand is
going to rise.  Slowly, it*s rising now . . . * She slowly began
to raise her hand.  *All right,* I continued.  *Now, when I touch
your hand, it will sink down comfortably by your side. But the
happiness will continue as long as you are hypnotized, and it
will last a few minutes after your hypnotic trance is over. 
Then, whenever you have completed your study assignment, these
feelings of happiness will return, and act as a reward.*   

My erection told me that the induction was going well.  But I had
more than met my match. As  I let my eyes roam over her exquisite
body before bringing her out of hypnosis, I suddenly noticed that
she had begun to squeeze her legs rapidly together with her inner
thigh muscles, as if to stimulate herself sexually.  After a
moment or so, she stopped, as her hidden observer told her that
she was not alone. *This is going to be interesting,* I thought,
and received an answering throb from my groin.  

Lois certainly appeared to be in a deep trance, but I had to be
sure. *There*s a beautiful view from the window,* I said.  *Would
you like to be able to open your eyes and see what it looks
like?*  She nodded, without having to be prompted this time. 
*All right,* I continued. * Just keep your eyes closed, and I*ll
lead you.*  Quickly adjusting my trousers to hide the bulge
beneath them, I got up from my desk, took her gently by the hand,
and slowly led her to where she could look outside.  *Now,* I
said, *you can open your eyes and tell me what you see.* 

The only things that could be seen from the window were a couple
of dilapidated buildings which were used by the grounds keeper. 
She was silent for a moment, and I repeated my question. *It*s
beautiful,* she said, in a soft, and very tender voice.

*All right,* I responded.  *Just close your eyes again, and I
will show you another view.*
She smiled slightly, as her hidden observer comprehended my
meaning.  As I led her back to the chair, she took small, halting
steps, allowing herself to stumble against me as she ground her
breast into my arm.  We had both clearly passed the point of no
return.  

I was none too steady on my own feet by this time.  As a final
test, I needed to make certain that she would not remember what
had happened when she came out of hypnosis.  As soon as she was
seated in the chair once more, I said, *You*ve been much too
deeply hypnotized to remember anything when you come out. But if
you wake up and then go back into a trance, you can go even
farther than you are right now.*  

I counted her out of hypnosis.  When she opened her eyes, I
greeted her cheerfully.  *That was fun, wasn*t it ?.*  								

She smiled and stretched slowly.  *Yes,* she responded with a
broad smile.

*Do you remember looking out the window?* I asked.  She frowned
and shook her head. 
 

 I didn*t want Lois to be just a beautiful, horny zombie.  I
wanted to make love to a total woman, who was responsive to the
depths of her being. As I was about to hypnotize her for a second
time, I remembered a new procedure which I had found in a couple
of books I had purchased on the Internet. *This time, I*d like to
use a different form of trance induction,* I told her.  *This
will be the opposite of hypnosis, because instead of shutting
down as you go into a trance, you*ll be going higher and higher.
You still won*t remember anything, but your entire system will be
hyper-responsive suggestion.  They call it *hyperempiria,* or
which is Greek for hyper-experience.* 

Lois knew what it was like to get high, and she eagerly agreed. 
I began the hyperempiric induction, which, in contrast to
traditional hypnosis, was entirely based upon suggestions of
increased alertness and sensitivity.

Again, Lois appeared to be responding extremely well. At the end
of the induction,  I said, *In order to make this really
effective, we*re going to need some really strong emotions to go
along with your feelings of happiness.  Would you like to feel
the emotion of love, and we can use that too?* She nodded
silently.  Her hidden observer was surely onto me by this time. 
But by now, I knew that it was my ally instead of my enemy.  

*Okay, we*ll have to make it very strong, but the stronger we can
make it, the more effective it will be.  I*m going to count from
one to five.  As I begin the count, you can experience great
feelings of love welling up from the innermost depths of your
being.  And as I continue the count up to five, you will be
feeling all the love you can possibly hold -- and more than you
have ever felt before.*  

Her lips parted as I began my count, and she began breathing
deeply and rapidly as I continued.  By the time I got to five, I
had abandoned all pretense. *Great waves of  infinite, boundless
love are filling and flooding every muscle, and fiber, and nerve
of your body,* I suggested, as Lois sat squirming in her chair.
*When I ask you to open your eyes, you will see me as the
sexiest, most desirable man that you could ever imagine. And you
will be totally overcome by passion and desire. Now, you can open
your eyes.*

She opened her eyes and looked at me adoringly.   I gently pulled
her up from the chair, and she melted into my arms.  After only
one or two deep and passionate kisses, I placed my hands on
either side of her waist and began to gently raise her sweater. 
She immediately raised both arms straight above her head, and I
guided the sweater over her large breasts, and up over her head.
She pulled her arms free of the sweater and let it drop onto the
floor, and I began to unbutton her blouse. 

She flung off her blouse as soon as I had finished unbuttoning
it. Then she reached back, unsnapped, and cast off her bra.  I
gasped in amazement at the sight of her perfectly-formed breasts
and her swollen, erect nipples, which seemed as large as the tip
of my little finger.  We embraced once more, but loosely this
time.  She was sighing softly into my ear as she moved her body
slightly from side to side, touching her nipples to my chest
while I gently nibbled the side of her neck. 


After a moment or two, we quickly disposed of the rest of our
clothing.  Her  body was perfectly tanned, without any lighter
areas which would normally be covered by a bathing suit.  Her
pussy was thinly covered with fine, brown hair. But this was not
enough to hide her vaginal lips. We embraced passionately once
more, before we lay down together on the rug.			
We exchanged a series of deep kisses and explored each other*s
bodies. After only a few moments,  my hand  found its way to her
crotch, and Lois began to move her hips slowly back and forth in
invitation.  I briefly caressed her fine, brown pubic hair.  Then
I turned my hand sideways, so that I could very gently slide the
side of my palm and little finger up and down between the
rapidly-opening lips of her pussy. She gave cried out with joy as
I began rubbing the side of my hand up and down against her
clitoris in the same manner.  Then I stopped, and used my
fingertips to probe the opening to her vagina.  I slowly inserted
one finger, and then withdrew to play with the point of her tiny
clitoris once more.  Lois gave a sudden gasp as  body quickly
stiffened and she was about to climax.  

I quickly withdrew my hand and positioned myself between her
widespread legs.  Propping  myself up with my arms, I gazed down
at her magnificent body beneath me.  Looking directly into her
eyes, I gave her one more set of suggestions.  *You are going to
feel just like you are fucking and blowing me at the same time *
and it*s going to feel twice as good.  And when you climax, your
entire body will be convulsed with joy. Your climax will go on
and on, until it drains you completely.*
  
Lois was suggestively gifted, and her body knew exactly what to
do. She arched her head back and opened her jaws, exposing the
roof of her mouth, and began to pant and groan as I entered her.
She rounded her lips, thrusting her tongue in and out, and back
and forth, nodding her head slowly up and down, as her eager hips
matched my every thrust with an answering push of her own.  Then,
after a few moments, her perfectly-timed thrusts ceased and her
eyes closed. After one or two passionate cries, she then began to
breathe in short, sharp gasps.  

My own climax came quickly, as I watched and felt her convulse
with joy. But as the seconds slowly ticked by, she did not stop.
I withdrew, sat upright, and crossed my legs as I held her head
in my lap, waiting for her convulsions to cease.  *My God,* I
thought in astonishment.  *My God. . . .*

*Now, you can begin to relax,* I said, as I gently stroked her
hair and forehead, trying to sound confident.  But Lois gave no
sign that she had heard me,  as her body continued to writhe. 
*You*re beginning to relax now,* I went on, *and soon your body
will relax completely.*  This time, she seemed to hear, and her
movements slowed.  *You*re beginning to relax now, relaxing more
and more,* I repeated, as I continued to caress her hair.

In a few seconds more, she was totally quiet, with her head still
resting in my lap.  *In just a few seconds, you*ll be able to
open your eyes and put your clothes back on,* I told her.  *And
then you can sit back down in the chair and close your eyes
again, and I*ll lead you back into the everyday state of
consciousness.  But you*ve been so high that you won*t remember a
thing about what*s happened * not today, and not ever.  Now, you
can open your eyes.*

I gently moved her head out of my lap, got up, and put on my own
clothes as I continued, *Now, you can go to the bathroom if you
need to, and then you can put your clothes on.*  Lois got up
slowly, went into the bathroom and shut the door.  After a moment
or two, I heard the toilet flush and then water running in the
sink.  Then, slowly and obediently, she came back into the office
and dressed herself.

When she was finished, I repeated, *Now, you can sit down and
close your eyes, and I*ll guide you back down.* Again, Lois
complied.  After repeating once more that she would not remember
anything that had happened while she was in hyperempiria,  I told
her that I would appear perfectly normal to her when she opened
her eyes, and I terminated her trance.

*That was a good session, wasn*t it?* I asked innocently.  She
smiled and nodded.  *I feel so tired, I can hardly move.*

*But you don*t remember anything,* I remarked as calmly as I
could.  Lois seemed to frown for a second.  She shook her head to
indicate that she did not.   

*I*m going to go back to my room and take a nap,* she said
cheerfully as she went out, leaving the office door slightly
open.

In class the following Monday, Lois glanced at me several times
with her usual flirtatiousness, but I pretended not to notice.
For the rest of the semester, she was absent more often than she
was there.  She only did the minimum amount of work that was
necessary in order to pass.  I spent many sleepless nights
worrying whether or not she had gone to the Dean or to the Campus
Police.  I had let myself be carried away by the passions of the
moment.  Since I was guiding the experience, both the legal and
the moral responsibility for what had happened were entirely
mine, regardless of how strongly Lois had inwardly desired to
comply. If she ever recalled and disowned our experiences
together, the resulting publicity would cost me my career. 

I need not have worried. Several times during the next few weeks,
as I was on the way to class, I would see her coming from the
coffee shop with a different male student in tow, cutting across
the parking lot and headed for her dormitory.  If she happened to
notice me, she would wave and call out a greeting * which, of
course, was highly unusual under those circumstances.  

Students would often use their rooms as a setting for private
lovemaking during the day, while their roommates were out to
class, or otherwise occupied.   Regardless of whether or not she
ever fully remembered what had happened,  Lois was fucking her
brains out * and I was off the hook.  

*No more risk-taking,* I vowed to myself.  *There are too many
people who are eager to share in the excitement of these
discoveries without having to be persuaded. The mind is the most
powerful sex organ of all, and controlled experimentation *- or
even systematic case studies * just don*t exist in the
literature.*

I had found my life work.