Adult Education" (MF,rom,mc) 4/5


Jim and Carol had shooed us out of the main training room
for our break; when the second half of the class started,
Carol explained why.  "While you were taking your break,
Jim took me back into hypnosis and gave me a series of
suggestions designed to illustrate some of the simple but
effective things you can do with partner when you use
hypnosis at home.  We're going to describe some basic types
of suggestions, and then you are going to develop one or
two of your own and try them out."

Meg and I exchanged intrigued glances as Carol continued.

"First, there is the type of suggestion you experienced
last week - one that stimulates desire.  The subconscious
mind takes everything at face value; if you tell your
partner under hypnosis that something is very sexy to her,
it will be.  Even something as commonplace as a fire
hydrant can become a highly erotic image if you suggest to
her that it is.  As you all felt last week, desire-
enhancing suggestions are very powerful."

I had to agree with that one; the suggestion had certainly
been effective on us.

"Another type of suggestion with good erotic potential is
one that manipulates physical sensations.  You may have
heard of people using hypnosis for pain management during
dental procedures, for example.  Hypnosis can be used in
those cases to lessen sensation, but it can also be used to
heighten it."  As Carol finished her statement, Jim reached
over silently and stroked her left arm.  Carol's eyes
opened wide at his touch and she drew in a sharp breath.
"For example," she continued in a labored tone, "one of
Jim's suggestions was that my left arm has become an
erogenous zone.  Whenever he . oooh . touches my arm .
oooooh ."

"Her subconscious causes her to react as if I'd touched her
somewhere much more intimate," Jim concluded for her, still
lightly stroking her arm.  "You can also use suggestion to
make the touch more or less sensitive.  For instance, I
suggested that a touch on her elbow would be twice as
erotic as anywhere else on the arm."  With that, he tweaked
the point of her elbow between his fingers.

"Yes!" Carol gasped heavily, the truth of Jim's statement
evident in her face.  "Yes, it is."

I felt Meg's hand pressing against my thigh and noticed
that once again I had a first class hard-on in progress.  I
wondered how far they would take the demonstration.

"This is a great suggestion for a number of different
situations," Jim continued.  "Believe it or not, it is
possible with practice to bring make your partner come just
by casual touch this way."  Looking at Carol's face, I had
no trouble believing him.  Rather than prove it, though,
Jim stopped stroking his wife's arm.

She paused a few moments to regain her composure, then
continued the talk.
"Another, closely related technique is to invoke what we
like to call body memory.  Just as your mind can recall
facts, sounds, and events, your subconscious can also
recall physical sensations."

"A posthypnotic suggestion can cause you to experience
those sensations again at a later time and place," Jim
added.  "Like this."

On the word 'this', Carol closed her eyes and leaned back
against the wall.  Her arms dropped loosely to her sides
and she sighed contentedly.  "For our last anniversary, Jim
gave me a full day at Elizabeth Arden," she explained.  "It
was wonderful.  Right now I'm re-experiencing the full body
massage."

"This isn't a full-blown hallucination," Jim added.  "Carol
is fully aware of where she really is and what she is
really doing."

"That's right," she agreed.  "But at the same time, I'm
getting the physical sensation of a skilled masseur working
on me.  I can feel the warmth of the massage oil, the
pressure of his hands, the softness of the towel over my
bottom.  And my body is relaxing in response, at least as
much as it can while I'm standing here talking to you."

She certainly looked relaxed.  Then Jim snapped his fingers
and Carol stood up straight again, the playback apparently
over.

"That was a relatively modest demonstration of body
memory," she said.  "But with practice, you can make it
work for any memorable physical experience."  Her tone of
voice made it quite clear that we could take "any"
literally.

Carol cleared her throat before continuing.  "And finally,
the one I suspect you've all been wondering about."  She
stepped back against the wall again and nodded to Jim.

"Yes, Virginia," he said, "you can use hypnosis to induce
an orgasm."

The effect on Carol was electrifying:  her thighs closed
down tight and her arms pressed folded closely together
under her breasts.  She began to pant loudly, then
progressed into moaning through a slack jaw.  All of a
sudden she threw her head back and cried out something
unintelligible.  She rocked back and forth a few times,
then fell to her knees with a heavy, happy sigh.

"The subconscious can control almost any bodily function,"
Jim explained while Carol recovered, "even those that we
think of as involuntary.  Before you get grandiose ideas,
though, let me tell you right off that it takes a very
experienced subject to be able to orgasm on command.  Don't
even try it until you are both doing well with the simpler
suggestions."

"Besides," Carol remarked, "There's something a little
hollow about a climax induced by nothing more than hypnotic
suggestion.  To me, it's like cheating at Solitaire; you
might win, but it doesn't mean as much because it came too
easily."  We all groaned at the unintended pun.

"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 with a purely physical orgasm, and
frankly the results have been underwhelming.  So to make
the demonstration a little more dramatic, I added some body
memory elements to the suggestion:  I told her that the
next time I said the word 'orgasm', she would actually
experience all the physical sensations that accompanied her
last orgasm.  The use of body memory along with the
autonomic control gives a better result than just saying,
'You will have an orgasm.'"

Carol had one more point to add.  "Another thing you should
make note of on that last suggestion is that it wasn't left
open-ended.  Jim specifically said that I would respond the
next time he said the word 'orgasm'.  If he had simply
said, 'When I say the word 'orgasm' you will have one,' I'd
be passed out on the floor by now from the exertion.  That
may sound pretty erotic to some of you but trust me, it
gets old fast.  Always think about that when formulating
suggestions.

"Also, be very careful in choosing your language.  The
subconscious takes everything you say literally; it doesn't
process slang, euphemisms, sarcasm, or humor the way the
conscious mind does.  A suggestion like, 'The sound of my
voice makes you hot,' might get your partner to take her
clothes off, but she won't be feeling very amorous if she's
sweating like an ox and guzzling ice water.  Using the
clinical terms for your genitals may seem cold and unsexy
now, ladies, but it's better than having your man get an
erection whenever he spots your cat."

We all had a good laugh, but the point was well taken.
Carol reminded us again about some of the basic rules we
had discussed at the previous class, then announced that we
would now try an erotic suggestion of our own devising.

"Use your imagination," she urged us.  "Ladies, don't be
shy - if there's something you want to try, tell him now."

I looked at Meg.  "Any preferences?"

"Surprise me," she said, lying down on the mat.

I had a pretty good idea in mind already, so I said the
magic words, "Goodnight, Gracie," and watched her fade out.
I took her through the usual deepeners, making sure she was
way under.  After all the earlier practice, the words
flowed straight from memory to mouth; I fancied I was
getting pretty good at this.  Since the trigger suggestion
had worked so well, I decided to frame my new suggestion in
much the same way.

"Meg," I said softly, "I want you to think back to last
Monday afternoon, when you were practicing your trance and
I brought you to orgasm.  Did you enjoy that experience?"

"Oh, yes," she breathed.

"Would you like to experience that again?"

"Yes, please."

"As you wish, darling.  Your body remembers all of the
sensations, all of the feelings, all of the sights and
sounds and smells, of that experience.  Your body
remembers, Meg, and when I give you the signal you will
experience the relaxation, the pleasure, and the orgasm in
every detail, as though it were happening again.  You will
again feel the softness of the bed beneath you, the sexy
smoothness of your silk robe against freshly showered skin.
You will again hear my voice and relax, just as you did
Monday.  You will again feel the weight of my body on yours
as I spread your legs apart and position myself between
them.  You will again feel my kisses on your thighs and
your groin, my tongue touching all of your private parts
one by one.  You again will feel yourself growing more and
more aroused, even as your body relaxes under my touch, and
you again will react exactly as you did that day.  You will
let the pleasure build inside you until you have an orgasm,
and when you do that orgasm will be as strong and as
satisfying as any you can remember having.  All of this
will happen when I give you the signal.  Do you understand,
Meg?"

"Yes, Patrick."

"Good.  The signal that will cause you to re-experience
that memory is the word 'anticlimax.'  Later tonight, when
you are fully awake and alert, I will say the word
'anticlimax' to you and that will be your signal.  Your
body will respond automatically to that signal, just as it
does when I give you the signal to go back into trance.
You won't have to think about it, you won't want to resist,
you will simply allow yourself to experience those
wonderful feelings again.  Okay?"

"Okay."

It was a pretty complicated suggestion, so I went over it
with her a few more times.  Once I was sure I'd covered all
the bases, I woke Meg up.  Her eyes fluttered open and she
sat up.  "What now?"

I shrugged.  "We wait for further instructions, I guess."

Carol noticed Meg's rising and came over to check on us.
"Done already?"

We both nodded.  "What's next?" Meg asked.

"That's up the two of you," she replied.  "You've got ten
or fifteen minutes to kill while I finish up with the
others.  After that, just a few closing remarks and we'll
call it a night."

Meg looked at me expectantly after Carol left us.  "Well,
aren't you going to try out whatever surprise you've
planted in my psyche?"

"I thought I'd save it for at home, when we're alone."

"Oooooh," she cooed.  "It must be a goody.  What is it?"

I was feeling playful.  "Don't you remember?  I didn't tell
you not to."

"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 must be pretty explicit."

I just shrugged and smiled mysteriously.  "Could be."

"It's a blowjob, isn't it?  You're going to say a magic
word and I'll feel compelled to go down on you."

"You do that anyway when I ask nicely."

"A strip tease, then."

"Nope."

"Lap dance?"

"No," I laughed.  "But thanks for all the good ideas."
That got me a raspberry and a light smack across the leg.
The guessing game might have continued, but just then we
both heard a loud 'Whoo!' from nearby:

Tamika was awake, we saw, and had a shocked look on her
face.  Her companion held one of her hands and was watching
her face.  He petted Tamika's hand lightly and she whooped
again, her mouth falling open and eyes bulging.  Her other
hand dove between her legs as if she had dropped an ice
cube down there.  A few more light strokes and her
expression gradually changed from surprise to lust.

"That looks like fun," Meg remarked, but I didn't bite.

The other couples were finishing up soon, too.  One woman
giggled and squeezed her legs together every time her mate
said a trigger word.  Another seemed unable to take her
eyes off her husband's crotch.  The most surprising moment
for me came when a willowy blonde - I think her name was
Pam - stood up, turned to face the whole class, and lifted
her top.  She stood there, bare breasts exposed, for a good
five-count before covering up and sitting back down.  Her
stunned expression told us that she hadn't planned on doing
that; her erect nipples when she did it again a few seconds
later told us she was getting quite a charge out of it.

"Sure you want to wait until we get home?" Meg asked again.

"Would you rather do it now?"  The other couples' antics
had gone a long way toward easing my inhibitions; compared
to Pam, what I'd set up for Meg seemed relatively tame.

"Why not?"

"Okay," I replied, feigning reluctance.  "After what we
just saw, though, I'm afraid this may be a bit of an .
anticlimax."

As I expected, Meg's body relaxed on cue.  I was able to
catch her as she pitched forward and hold her more or less
upright against me.  Her eyes were closed, but I sensed she
was still awake.

It didn't take Meg long to realize what was happening.  Her
eyes came open for a second, just as they had on Monday.
"You bastard," she murmured, and then programming took
over; her eyes closed down with a contented sigh.

"Relax and enjoy the ride," I told her, easing her down
onto the mat.  The first moans came shortly after, and that
brought Carol over to our side.

"I see you've found something to do," she observed,
winking.

"Body memory," I explained.  "We tried a little independent
study activity a few days ago."

Carol looked closely at Meg.  Was that a gleam of
excitement in her eye?  Meg's legs had spread, and she was
moaning freely as her body reacted to the memory of my lips
and tongue.  "It appears you've learned well," she allowed.

Meg's physical responses matched what I remembered from
Monday, sound for sound.  Her moaning grew louder and
faster as she became more and more aroused.  I watched
alternating between fascination and a strange kind of envy
-part of me wished that I were the one draped across the
floor wallowing in sexual bliss.  I had a feeling we were
beginning to attract attention, but other than a quick peek
in Carol's direction I didn't dare check to see who else
might be looking.  The crescendo continued to build just as
I remembered it until Meg went over the edge into an orgasm
that, from the looks of her, was every bit as powerful as
the original.

When it was finally over and Meg's labored breathing was
the only sound I could hear, I looked around:  Carol, Jim,
and all of our classmates were staring, spellbound, at
Meg's quivering form.  Soon Meg opened her eyes, noticed
the crowd, and realized she was the center of attention.

"Oh, shit!" she groaned, dropping back down to the mat and
covering her reddening face with her hands.

There was a quick wave of nervous laughter, then Carol and
Jim began to applaud.  The rest of the group joined in
quickly.  Meg started to laugh too, and soon her hands came
away from her face to reveal a healthy grin.  "I'll get you
for this," she promised me as I helped her back up to a
sitting position.

"Me?" I mock protested.  "I'm the one who wanted to wait
until we got home, remember?"

Meg hugged me tightly.  "We can still do it again at home,
right?" she whispered hotly into my ear.

"Any time you want."



Circumstances conspire now and again to frustrate us.  So
it was that weekend.  Meg was on call and ended up working
both days because the MRI tech who was supposed to be on
duty quit suddenly.  I found out Saturday night that some
clueless VP at our firm had graciously agreed to let a
client push up a deadline by three weeks, which pretty much
killed my schedule too.

By Tuesday afternoon I was sufficiently caught up that I
could seriously entertain the idea of going home a little
early.  I was tired and burned out, and I hadn't seen Meg
much since Friday.  It was 3:20, so I dialed Meg's cell
phone.

She answered on the first ring.  "Hi, honey."

"Hey.  You almost home?"

"Almost.  Why?"

"I'm having evil thoughts."

I could imagine the sly smile coming over her face.  "Oh
really?  Anything you'd like to share?"

"Call me when you get home, okay?"

"Sure thing."

A long fifteen minutes later, the phone rang.  I made sure
that our home number was on the display before answering.
"Hello there," I said.  "What phone are you using?"

"The bedroom phone.  Why?"

"Are you laying down?"

"No, I'm sitting on the edge."  She chuckled softly, then
in a sexy voice she added, "Do you want to know what I'm
wearing?"

"First things first," I replied.  "Put me on speakerphone,
then lie down on the bed."

I took a quick peek around to see who was within earshot.
Greg was out at an appointment; Barbara was on the phone
herself and looked pretty absorbed.  A clicking noise told
me Meg had switched to speakerphone.

"Okay . now what?"  Her voice sounded hollow and distant
thanks to the speakerphone.

"Goodnight Gracie."  I listened for some kind of response,
but there was none - the trigger must have worked, I
reasoned, or Meg would have come back with some kind of
remark.  "That's it, darling, relax for me.  Slide way, way
down into your deepest, sweetest hypnotic trance for me."
Without being able to see her I had no way to gauge her
depth, so I repeated variations on that deepening theme for
a minute or so to be safe.  Then I put my 'evil thoughts'
into action.

"Meg," I said in what I was beginning to call my
hypnotist's voice, "when was the last time we made love?"

"Saturday morning," she answered sleepily.

"That's right, Saturday morning.  Over three days ago.
That's a long time for us, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"A very long time," I agreed.  "So long, in fact, that it's
difficult to imagine going much longer.  You're a healthy
young woman with an active libido, Meg.  It isn't natural
for you to be deprived of sexual pleasure for so long.  In
fact, even now you can feel the craving for sex beginning
to color your thoughts.  Your body wants its pleasure, and
it will not be denied.  With every passing minute, your
sexual desire increases.  It will not be satisfied until
you have made love with me and we have both had an orgasm.
Do you understand, Meg?"

"I understand."

"Very good.  As your desire builds, you may find that you
want to do things to please yourself.  You may do anything
you like in that way as long as you don't leave the house.
The energy, the passion, will continue 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?"

"Yes."

"Excellent.  I am going to count to three now.  When you
hear me reach the count of three, you will turn off the
speakerphone, resume sitting on the edge of the bed, and
awaken.  Your conscious mind will not remember this call at
all, but your subconscious will remember and follow all of
my instructions.  One . two . three."

I heard a faint rustling sound, then a click as the
speakerphone was shut off.  I imagined Meg sitting up on
the bed with a blank expression, then suddenly snapping
awake.  Sure enough, a few seconds later the phone rang
again and our home number showed on the display.

"Hi, Meg," I answered in my best nonchalant voice.

"Hi again.  I'm home . what's up?"

"I was thinking about sneaking out of here and taking you
out for an early dinner."

"I like the way you think," she responded.  "In fact, I
know a way we can work up a nice, healthy appetite first."

I could hear the lust in her voice already; this was going
to be fun.  "I'm sure you do.  See you soon, love."

I almost made it, too.  Within 20 paces of the elevators, I
turned a corner and ran smack into Marty, my boss.

"There you are!" he said.  "I've been looking all over for
you.  I need you on a conference call with Henderson and
company."

Henderson was the client who'd screwed up my weekend.  My
heart sank.  "When?"

"Now - Shirley's got 'em on hold for me."

I put on my best I'm-dealing-with-another-crisis-right-now
face and checked my watch for effect.  "Can we do it
tomorrow instead?"

"I tried that already."  I suspected as much - Marty's a
pretty decent guy and hates like hell to ask anyone to jump
through a hoop.  "They say it's only a few questions, but
they've got trades waiting on the answers."

Big sigh.  "Let's do it, then."

As often happens in these cases, a few questions led to a
few follow-up questions, which led to several other people
joining the call.  By the time we had everyone convinced
that the new drawings really did depict what the client had
asked for, an hour had gone by.  The second Marty hung up
the phone I bolted for the door and didn't look back.
Still, by the time I got home it had been over 90 minutes
since I'd talked to Meg.

I opened the door slowly, not sure what to expect.  From
the living room I heard grunting and moaning, loud and
insistent.  I locked the door and headed that way.

I was totally unprepared for what I found there.  Meg lay
buck naked on the couch, her knees drawn up, one hand at
her crotch with three fingers buried in her slit.  Her
other hand was working at a breast, squeezing furiously.  I
must have made a noise, because her eyes wrenched open and
fixed on me.  "There you are!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," I began, 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, put
her hands on either side of my face, and kissed me harder
than I've ever been kissed before.  For a split second I
flashed back to an old horror movie and imagined Meg was
some kind of demon trying to suck the soul out of me.  I
decided I deserved at least that.

"You're just in time," Meg said intently after breaking off
her lip lock.  I felt her hands begin clawing at my belt
buckle.  "Let's see what you brought home for me."  Before
she was done speaking, my pants were hitting the floor and
her hand was reaching through the front slit in my briefs.
I was about two-thirds erect and growing.  "Attaboy," she
said, her hand starting to knead my burgeoning member.
"That's just what I need, lover.  Just exactly what I
need."  I cupped a hand over one of her breasts, but she
pushed the hand aside.  "No need for that, I'm way, way
ahead of you.  But I know just how to help you catch up."

Dropping to her knees, Meg yanked my briefs down and
squatted a little, putting her face at the same level as my
cock.  One hand reached up behind it and cupped my balls
while the other worked to spread my legs apart some.  She
started kissing the sides of my shaft while her finger
traced up and down the back of my scrotum, stroking that
highly sensitive line leading backward.  I moaned
helplessly as my brain turned to mush and my cock felt like
it grew another two inches.

"Ah, he likes that," she remarked between kisses.  "Let's
see how he likes this."  Her tongue reached out and slowly,
sensuously traveled up and down the underside of my shaft.
My legs got weak; I grabbed onto the bookcase for support.
Meg chuckled again as her free hand traveled up and around
my thigh, then spread out over most of my buttock and
squeezed.   My body told me I was about 20 seconds away
from one hell of an orgasm, less if I didn't get that
tongue off my shaft.

Summoning all of my strength, I grabbed her under the
armpits and hauled her back upward, spinning around at the
same time.  Now it was Meg jammed against the bookcase, and
at almost the perfect height.  I jacked her up a little
more and positioned my cock between her legs.  She got the
message and reached down between us to guide me into her as
I lowered her down.  Her legs crossed behind my back and
her arms went straight out to hold onto the bookcase.  I
put both hands on her butt and pulled her to me, working
her up and down on my shaft.  Meg picked up on my rhythm
and started working with me, using her grip on the bookcase
to help lift and drop, lift and drop.  Her breasts bobbed
tantalizingly close to my face, but I couldn't quite reach
them without breaking contact and I wasn't about to do
that.

Meg was babbling incoherently.  Her pelvic muscles squeezed
down against my iron rod.  I felt my entire body tensing: T
minus 3 seconds, I guessed.  I held out as long as I could,
then just as my cock burst I grunted, "Meg, come now."

My eyes rolled back into my head as I came, feeling and
hearing Meg at the same time.  My arms and legs were locked
while my cocked pumped and fired.  At some point Meg
started to relax against me, and I somehow managed a
controlled fall backwards onto the living room floor before
passing out.

When I came to, Meg was unconscious on the floor next to
me.  Creaking a little, I rolled partway over and kissed
her forehead.  I went on to kiss her nose, her closed eyes,
her cheek, then as I reached her lips they parted and
welcomed me.  We kissed slowly, lovingly, for who knows how
long.  Finally we came up for air.

"So," Meg sighed.  "Are you hungry yet?"