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


By Thursday afternoon Meg was thoroughly keyed up.  The
pizza delivery guy was right on my heels, and I was amused
to see that Meg had already set the table with disposable
plates and cups.  "Quick, easy cleanup," she explained.

"A little eager, are we?" I teased.

"You bet I am," she replied.  "Tonight it's my turn to have
fun."

I wasn't quite sure what to make of that.  I thought I'd
been pretty careful about making sure Meg enjoyed our
encounters.  True, I had really left her hanging on Tuesday
afternoon, but that had been an accident.  I'd confessed to
the whole thing over dinner that night; Meg was pretty
annoyed at first, but in the end she said that all was
forgiven.  Was it really?

My face must have given me away.  "That didn't come out
right," she said quickly, dropping her pizza and fixing her
eyes on mine.  "The things we've done so far have been .
intense.  It excites me knowing that with two simple words
you can put me under a spell and make my body do these
incredible things.  I love giving up control to you."

"But ." I prompted, knowing there had to be one coming
soon.

Meg thought a little more before continuing.  "But, so far
it's been one-sided.  I want to know what it's like to put
you under my spell and watch your body obey my commands."

"I understand, honey," I said truthfully.  "Last week when
you were responding to the 'anticlimax' trigger, I was a
little bit jealous of how easily you were able to just let
yourself go.  That's something I want to experience first
hand."

"You will," she promised.  "I owe you a payback or two,"
she added, grinning slyly.

"Be gentle with me," I pleaded jokingly.

"Eat your dinner," she replied sternly.  "You're going to
need your strength later."


We ate quickly and cleaned up even more so, no major feat
considering all we had to do was put away the leftover
pizza and toss everything into the trash can.  We were
underway soon after, in plenty of time to get to class.

On the way over, I wondered to myself what suggestions Meg
might use once she had me under hypnosis.  I floated an
innocent query, but she wasn't talking.  "You'll find out
in due time," she teased.

Part of me kept thinking about Tuesday.  She'd used the
word 'payback' at dinner; I wondered if she had a big-time
tease in mind, something like what I had accidentally done
to her.  The idea was actually a little arousing, but then
in a flash I had an interesting idea of my own - sort of a
preemptive strike.

I looked over at Meg.  She was sitting in the passenger
seat quietly, looking out the side window.  "Goodnight
Gracie," I said.

Meg's body slumped down in the seat.  Her seat belt held
her more or less upright, but her arms hung limply from her
sides and her head flopped to the side against the
headrest.  "Meg," I said quickly but deliberately, "listen
carefully.  Hypnosis is very sexy to you, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," she answered distantly.

"That's right.  In fact, Meg, you will discover tonight
that hypnotizing me is a very powerful aphrodisiac for you.
Seeing me go into trance is the sexiest, most arousing
thing you can ever imagine.  Every time you hypnotize me,
you will feel a rush of sexual excitement at the power it
gives you.  That excitement will continue to increase,
leading to a natural desire to use your hypnotic power to
seduce me and bring pleasure to us both.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes."

"Good.  At the count of three you will awaken.  Your
conscious mind will not remember anything about this
conversation, or even that you were in trance at all
tonight, but your subconscious will remember and you will
react accordingly.  One . two . three."  I kept my eyes
fixed on the road, but in my peripheral vision I saw Meg's
head jerk as she awoke, then settle back into its original
position.  "You okay?" I asked.

"Fine," she answered off-handedly.  "Just wool-gathering, I
guess."

Inwardly, I grinned.




As usual, all of the students were settled in at least 15
minutes ahead of our scheduled start time.  "The great
thing about this class," Carol remarked wryly when she and
Jim entered the dojo and saw all of us waiting, "is that we
never have a problem with late arrivals."  The ensuing
group chuckle was interesting, in that it had a mixture of
nervous and eager components to it.

"We don't need much in the way of preliminaries this week,"
Carol began after noting the attendance in her book.
"We'll start out pretty much like last week, except in the
opposite roles.  Men, go ahead and get nice and comfortable
and start to relax.  Ladies, you will choose an induction
and guide him into a nice, deep state of hypnosis.  Once
you've got the guys nice and deep, we'll go over how to
establish a trigger and reinforce it, just like they did
with you last week.  Any questions from last week before we
start?"

Pam, the lanky blonde who had been flashing us the previous
week, put her hand up.  "Are these triggers permanent?"

"Good question.  The answer, as in so many cases when
you're dealing with the mind, is that it depends on the
individual.  Post hypnotic suggestions have a lot in common
with classical conditioning, in that the learned responses
have to be reinforced periodically or they will be
forgotten.  Exactly how long that takes depends on how
strongly the suggestion was reinforced, and how willing the
subject is to respond.  For example ."  she looked over at
me.  "Patrick, what was the trigger phrase you used last
week to put Meg in trance?"

Without thinking, I answered.  "Goodnight, Gracie."  Out of
the corner of my eye I saw Meg's body sag and realized my
mistake just in time to catch her and ease her down onto
the mat.

"Very good," Carol remarked.  "When was the last time you
used that trigger with her?"

"About half an hour ago," I answered sheepishly.  "In the
car on the way here."

Carol grinned.  "Were there other times between last
Thursday and tonight that you used the trigger?"

"A couple."  I felt the blood creeping into my cheeks as I
thought about Tuesday afternoon again.

"Okay," Carol said.  "As you can see, if you practice using
the trigger it remains strong.  Is there anyone here who
has not used their trigger at least once since last week?"

Nobody raised a hand.  I was amused to note a couple of the
women looking at their mates suspiciously.

"Very good," she affirmed.  "Just for argument's sake,
though, suppose one of you hadn't.  The chances are good
that with no reinforcement for a week, you might find that
just saying the trigger is no longer enough to get the
quick response you were getting last week.  She may react
slowly, perhaps going into a light trance only.  You may
have to say the trigger several times, or start an
induction patter or deepener in order to persuade your
partner to let go to you.  Leave it unused for a longer
time and the response will continue to weaken until the
trigger has no affect at all.  With a little practice,
though, you get the result we saw with Meg.  You might want
to wake her up now, by the way."

I grinned and woke Meg while Pam asked a follow-up
question.  "So if you don't use it, it wears off after a
while?"

"That's right."

"So how often do you have to practice to keep that from
happening?"

Carol shrugged.  "Again, it depends.  For most people, a
couple of times a week is a good idea for a new trigger.
Once it's been well established, you can probably ease off
a little without losing much effectiveness - say, down to
once a week, and then maybe twice a month.  Everyone is
different, circumstances change, so there's no hard and
fast rule.  Trial and error will tell you what works for
you.

"But don't let yourselves get hung up on that," she
continued.  "Very few of the triggers you use will be
things you want to keep long term.  Your rapid induction
trigger, and perhaps one or two favorite tricks that you
both enjoy, would be all that you really want to hold onto.
Use your imagination to come up with new things rather than
repeating the same old suggestions.  Make love without
hypnosis as well - variety is still the spice of life."

With no more questions forthcoming, Carol instructed the
women to begin their inductions.  Meg leafed through the
booklet of inductions with a gleam in her eye while I
settled myself down with extra mats under my head and feet.

Meg started out with a standard progressive relaxation
induction.  Starting at my toes, she told me to relax each
body part in turn, working her way up through the legs,
stomach, chest, arms, neck, etc.  I tried my best to follow
her instructions, but something wasn't right.  Beyond the
basic stillness and a general feeling of laziness, I wasn't
getting anywhere.  Meg tried harder, making her voice deep
and smooth and sexy, but it didn't seem to help.

I could tell she was getting frustrated when I heard Carol
come over.  "How are we doing here?"

"It's not working," Meg complained.

"What are you feeling, Patrick?"

I opened my eyes to answer.  "Something isn't quite right,
but I don't know what.  I'm trying to focus, trying to make
myself relax, but I only get so far and can't seem to keep
going."

"Don't worry about it," she replied.  "Start over for me."

I shrugged and closed my eyes again, and Meg started
reading the induction script again.  After a minute or two,
Carol stopped her.

"How does that feel, Patrick?"

"About the same.  I can tell my body is relaxing, but only
to a certain point."

"Okay," she said.  "Let's make a couple of changes.  Meg,
start with your voice.  It sounds like you're trying very
hard to keep it smooth and low.  That creates tension,
which Patrick can hear.  Try to just relax along with him,
even let yourself slip into a light trance if you want to;
the relaxation will come out in your voice and help put him
at ease too.

"As for you, Patrick, I suspect you're thinking too much.
I'm catching some eye movements that look as though you are
trying to evaluate how well you are doing.  Are you?"

"I guess so," I admitted.  "I'm just trying to help."

"Don't help," she said firmly.  "That's not your job.  In
fact, let's give you something else to do."  Carol left us
long enough to pick up her organizer and retrieve a small
laminated card from a section in the middle.  She handed
the card to Meg.  "Try this one, it's very good for
situations like this."

Meg took a few minutes to get familiar with the text on the
card, then started talking.  "Close your eyes now, Patrick,
and just allow yourself to be as lazy as you can be.
Listen quietly to the sound of my voice, and while you're
listening quietly to the sound of my voice concentrate for
a few minutes on hour breathing.  Breathe slowly and
steadily, just as though you were sound asleep, or
pretending to be sound asleep.  Imagine, as you breathe
slowly and steadily, just how comfortable you might look
while you're relaxing there on the floor, using the power
of your mind to do whatever has to happen to make you look
even more relaxed, all the while still thinking about your
breathing, making quite sure that each breath in lasts the
same length of time as the last breath in, and each breath
out lasts the same length of time as the last breath out.
And while you're thinking about your breathing, also notice
the weight of your head against the pillow, and keep
listening to the sound of my voice."

This was getting complicated.  I tried very hard to focus
simultaneously on Meg's voice, on the feel of the mat under
my head, and on trying to look as relaxed as possible, and
it occurred to me that I might be forgetting something.

"And while you're listening quietly to the sound of my
voice," Meg continued, "it may be that you'll realize
you've forgotten to think about your breathing.  But that's
all right, you can just simply start thinking about your
breathing again while you're listening quietly to the sound
of my voice and what I'm saying to you here.  In
psychology, there's a rule called seven plus or minus two.
That means that most people can think of seven things at
once, plus or minus two.  So you should be able to think of
at least five things all at the same time:  the sound of my
voice, the steadiness of your breathing, the weight of your
head against the pillow, and how you might look from the
outside as you relax.  That's four things, so you can think
of all four of those things while at the same time you
remember the sound of the music Carol used the first night
when she took us all into hypnosis.  Remember that strange
sound that flowed through you, captivated you, and carried
you off into deeper relaxation.  That's five things now,
Patrick.  And I wonder if you can think about those five
things and then, at the same time, notice the way your feet
feel on the extra mat underneath them, and perhaps how your
arms feel resting against the floor.  That's seven things
now, darling:  the sound of my voice, the weight of your
head against the pillow, the music Carol played the first
night, the way you look while you're relaxing, and your
breathing, and your arms, and your feet on the mat.  I
wonder if you can now add an eighth thing into all of that.
I wonder if your mind is powerful enough to think of seven
plus one things, adding in, perhaps, an awareness of the
temperature of the room, and then just testing to see
whether you can add yet another input to your senses, so
that you're thinking of nine things all at once, thinking
about all those eight inputs to your senses and then maybe
adding an awareness of the way your eyes feel while you're
thinking about all those other things:  the weight of your
head, your breathing, the music, how you look from the
outside, the temperature, your feet, your arms, the sound
of my voice, and how your eyes feel."

She kept on going, but I was too preoccupied to keep
processing the words.  My mind was awhirl trying to juggle
all those different memories, awarenesses and thoughts -
which, I would realize later, was the whole point.  I kept
trying my best to remain aware of all of those things while
Meg spoke.  Finally I gave up, dropped every thought except
one:  how good it felt to relax, just relax and think of
nothing whatsoever .

". Wake up now, darling."

My eyes opened and there was Meg, her eyes shining down at
me.  "Was I -"

"Oh, yes," she said.  "Lights out, darling."  My eyes fell
closed again and I felt myself drifting away.

"Wake up!"

My eyes jerked open again, but it took me a second or two
to before I could comprehend what was happening.  "Wow," I
started to say, but then I heard Meg's voice and felt
myself dropping into the darkness again.

Things are kind of a blur at that point.  I know I woke up
several times.  Well, my eyes opened several times, anyway
- after the first couple I don't think I was ever
completely awake.  I remember seeing Meg's face hovering
over me, and it seemed as though it was coming closer and
closer each time I saw her.  Her face appeared to be
flushed, her nostrils flaring, and on some level I remember
thinking that she was enjoying this a lot.

I remember a tugging sensation around my waist, and the
feel of warm vinyl against my buttocks.  The next time I
opened my eyes Meg's face was more distant, as if she were
standing over me instead of sitting close by.  I had a
tremendous hard-on and a sensation of fingers playing with
my balls.  Realization started to set in.  "Meg, what the
h-"

"Lights out, darling."

The next thing I knew, Meg was on top of me.  I was fully
erect and buried to the hilt.  Her face looked wild as she
rode me, rocking on my hips.  I opened my mouth to say
something, but Meg spoke again and I passed out.

At least a half dozen times I'd find myself waking up to
the sight and feel of Meg riding me hard.  I'd start to
move, to speak, to do anything, but as soon as Meg saw me
she'd say "Lights out, darling" and I'd fall back into
nothingness.

Finally I woke to the distinct sounds of Meg having a
really big orgasm.  Her head was thrown back and her chest
heaved as she grunted her way through it.  I could feel the
contractions in her groin and for a few moments I
completely forgot that we were in the middle of a class.
Meg recovered enough to look down at me, and her eyes
captured mine.  I thought she was about to put me to sleep
again, but instead she gave me a different command:  "Come
for me."  That sent me over the edge into spasms of my own.
Meg stayed with me, riding me as I bucked underneath her,
milking me for all I had.  When it was over I let myself
sink into the mat, spent.  I saw Meg give me one of her
mischievous little smiles as she said the magic words again
and sent me off into oblivion.


I came to this time on my feet, standing in front of a
small pedestal sink and mirror.  I recognized the room as a
small powder room off the main room we were using for
class.  Meg was behind me, looking over my shoulder with a
huge grin on her face.  "Can you say 'somnambulist'?" she
teased.  "I knew you could!"

All I could do was laugh.  "Have we been kicked out of
class yet?"

"Not quite.  Carol called a discreet break when she saw me
pulling your pants down.  They're waiting for an 'all
clear' signal from us."

We were both clean and dressed, so I volunteered to do the
honors.  When I opened the door from the main training room
to the lobby area, my classmates gave me a standing
ovation.  At first I wanted to find a corner and just
disappear, but they were all very good-natured about the
unscheduled interruption.  Carol led them all back into the
main room for the rest of class.

While they were getting settled, she took me aside.  "Can I
persuade you to share with the class what suggestions you
and Meg were acting out?  I've got a pretty good idea what
must have happened, but I think several of them are
interested in hearing it from you."

I checked with Meg and she didn't object - "It's a little
late to get modest now" was her reasoning - so I took the
floor and explained what had happened.  I told them a short
version of the Tuesday afternoon story, emphasizing the
suggestions I had made over the phone and the accidental
delay.  Then I related the idea I'd had in the car, and the
suggestions I'd given Meg during the trip.

"It wasn't supposed to turn out like it did," I explained,
silently begging Meg to forgive my latest hypnotic screw-
up.  "I had no idea the suggestion would be that strong."
Then, to Meg, I added, "I'm sorry, honey."

Meg came up and hugged me tightly, which brought another
round of applause from the group.  Under cover of that
sound, she whispered a quick message into my ear:  "I'll
get you back, my love.  Count on it."  I could see the
wheels turning when I looked into her face a moment later.

Carol took over again, running through a review of the
different kinds of erotic suggestions we had discussed the
previous week.  "Any questions?"

"Can I make him get hard whenever I want?"  Tamika asked,
prompting a buzz of chuckles from the rest of us.

"Probably.  Assuming there isn't a physical problem that
would prevent it, the male erection is a simple matter of
blood flow, which is certainly something the subconscious
mind can control.  But you still have to watch your
language - don't just tell him to 'get hard', he might just
stand there and clench all of his muscles.  Tell him that
he will feel highly aroused and develop a stiff, firm
erection. "

"How about delaying his orgasm?"  My ears burned as I heard
Meg asking that question.

"You can do that.  If you tell Patrick that he won't be
able to have an orgasm until you give him a trigger, that
should be highly effective.  There may be some reluctance
at first, but most men are very willing to accept a
suggestion like that, especially once they realize how much
more intense their orgasm becomes when it finally happens."

Meg nodded thoughtfully.  I'm in trouble, I thought to
myself.

With no more questions, it was time for the women to put
their mates back into trance and try their own erotic
suggestions.  Meg jumped up first and went over to Jim.  I
started to join her, but she waved me away.  They spoke
quietly for a few minutes, then Meg gave him a quick peck
on the cheek and came back to me grinning ear to ear.
"Ready?"  she asked tauntingly.

"Would it make any difference if I said no?"

"Not really.  Lights out, darling."

I came to in more or less the same position, lying on my
back on the floor.  From the various groans and muted
voices around, I could tell that my classmates were trying
out their suggestions.  I rose up and looked around.

Tamika had her man lying on his back and was rubbing his
smooth, bald head with her hands.  He was reacting as if
she was actually stroking his cock - his hips were gyrating
up and down, and I could see the bulge like a tent pole
pushing against the front of his sweat pants.   Pam's
companion had a hand inside his shorts and was clearly
pumping himself while she watched, a satisfied look on her
face.  The other two guys were also sporting major wood, it
seemed.

Carol saw that I was awake and came over.  "Are we going to
see a demonstration?" she asked Meg.

Meg shook her head.  "I think I'll let him stew a while."

Carol nodded, grinning, and called the class back to
attention.  She wished us all well in our relationships,
passed out her card in case we wanted to consult with her
in the future, and pronounced class dismissed.

Meg grabbed the keys out of my hand as we approached the
car.  "I'm driving," she said firmly.  I agreed and slid
into the passenger seat.

Meg got us on the road quickly.  "Have I stewed long enough
yet?" I asked, wondering what she had in store for me.

That maddening, naughty grin swept over her face one more
time.  "I thought you'd never ask," she said.  "Would you
like a virtual blowjob?"

My body reacted instantly to Meg's cue.  I knew it was
impossible because I was sitting in the car fully dressed,
but I felt the unmistakable sensation of a soft, moist
tongue caressing the sides of my cock.  In a split second I
was hard as a post.  The sensation continued and grew.  I
felt fingers playing with my balls, lips closing over the
tip of my swollen cock and a tongue playing across the
skin.  Suction, strong suction, as my unseen lover took me
deep into her throat.

It was Meg at her artful best, without doubt the most
intense, arousing thing I'd ever felt.  That Meg was not
actually sucking me off, but rather sitting in the driver's
seat chuckling as she listened to my moaning grow more and
more out of control, actually made the situation more
erotic for me.  "Oh, God," I breathed, "This is
unbelievable!"

"Glad you like it," she said smugly.  "Let me know when
you've had enough."

I held out as long as I thought I could, reveling in the
exquisite feelings.  Then I felt the telltale pressure in
my groin and knew that I was close to coming in my pants.
"Better stop now, honey," I said, "or this will be over
before we even get home."

"There's no danger of that," she said, and fell silent for
a while.

The trip was taking forever.  The sensation in my genitals
kept getting stronger, taking me further and further into a
sexual frenzy, and I was starting to lose the ability to
think clearly.  "Come on, Meg," I pleaded, "You've gotta
stop this.  I'm gonna cum in my pants any second!"

"No you won't," she said calmly.  "Trust me on that one."

All I could do was groan loudly as another wave of
incredible, almost painful sensations washed over me.
"Please!" I begged.

Meg put a real hand on my leg, then slipped it over and
gave me a quick stroke across my bulging cock.  "Relax,
darling," she said.  "You'll be well taken care of as soon
as we get home.

"Incidentally, I've got a few stops to make on the way."