Nick and I had met at college. We'd known each other
for years, but had only recently progressed to a
relationship. I suppose we'd dated maybe ten times,
and ended up in bed every time. Sex was great and I
was having fun.
It was just after one of those great sessions when
he told me about hypnosis. I was in that kind of
post-orgasmic relaxed state that I find very
enjoyable, and had just remarked that if someone
could market that feeling they would be in
business - I usually find stress hard to deal with.
After a minute he said that maybe I should try
hypnosis. I let that comment wash over me, but his
next remark provoked a stronger reaction. He said he
knew how to do it, and he thought I'd really benefit
from it. I was amazed - I had no idea. But then my
natural reserve took over and I dismissed it as a
load of nonsense. Nick being Nick let it go.
During the next few days, I thought about what he
had said often. The idea just kept coming into my mind,
and I found myself wondering what it would be like,
but I guess it was fear that pushed it back down again.
That weekend we went for a drink. The bar was fairly
empty when we arrived, but soon became quite noisy
and crowded, and I felt relieved that we'd got a
fairly private table at the back, because the
half-partition in front of us shielded us from some
of the noise. It had not been a good day, and trying
to teach kids who had no intention of learning had
sent my stress levels sky-high. I sat sipping my drink,
not really enjoying myself. It wasn't long before
Nick noticed the mood I was in.
"What's wrong, Alex? you're miles away," he asked.
"I'm ok. Bad day," I replied. "And it's noisy."
"Well, shall we go?"
"No, I'll manage." I said, noticing the irritable note
that had crept into my voice. We sat in silence for a
while. To be honest, an idea was beginning to form in
my mind, but I wasn't sure I was ready to deal with it
at that point. Then I thought 'Fuck it- why not?' and
finished the rest of my drink in one go to calm my nerves.
"Nick,"
"What?"
"You know what you said a few days ago, about helping
me relax?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
I took a deep breath - now or never.
"Will you hypnotize me? Now?" The words came out in a
rush, betraying how nervous I felt. He sat there for a
moment, looking at me. I think he was trying to work
out how serious I was.
"Are you sure about this? It's noisy here and there's
lots of distractions," he said finally.
"Yes, I know, but it's dark over here and we're right
at the back, nobody will see," I argued - once I make
up my mind about something I hate it when people try
to talk me out of it.
"I'm not so sure it's a good idea."
"So you just made it all up then?" I accused. He frowned.
"No, not at all." He sat deep in thought for a few minutes.
Then he said "It's been a long time."
"Oh, like you forgot how," I spat sarcastically. He sighed.
"Ok, ok, you win, but I can't promise we'll get a result."
"Oh, let's just try, shall we?" I heard myself sounding
irritated again. He shrugged, but I could tell he was
starting to warm to the idea.
"Sure it's going to be here?" he asked, but he was already
moving his chair closer.
"Yes, I'm sure. What do I have to do?" I felt a sudden
rush of excitement.
"Move further into the corner. Now, get yourself comfortable."
I was on a long upholstered seat, so that bit was easy.
I settled into the corner, shuffling around until I got
fairly comfortable, then looked across at Nick.
"Ready"
"I'm going to get you to do some visualization, Alex, to
help you to relax," he explained simply. I felt I could
handle that. I nodded.
"Close your eyes, Alex," he said, and I did so, resisting
a sudden urge to laugh.
"It's noisy in here, but I want you to focus your mind on
what I am saying, and as you begin to relax, you'll find
that the noise starts to fade away"
He started talking about me imagining a flight of steps,
but just then, I don't know what it was, fear again maybe,
I started to laugh. I just couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, Nick", I said, sitting upright again and trying
to compose myself. "I really don't know what started that
off, Here, let me have some of that." I took a huge swallow
of his drink, and felt better. The urge to laugh was passing.
"Do you really want to carry on?" he asked seriously.
"Yeah, why not. I'll try again. Sorry." I took a deep breath
and closed my eyes once more, relaxing back in the seat.
This time, as I listened, I noticed the change in Nick's voice.
It sounded different somehow, but I couldn't work out why,
though it was surprisingly easy to listen to, slow and soothing,
and I found myself starting to relax a little more. When he
told me to imagine the steps, there was nothing at first, and
then amazingly an image of a flight of stone steps began to form
in my mind. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for
Nick to guide me down them, and I started to feel better than
I had in ages, as the stress in my body began to fade away.
The noise in the bar had also faded into the background, just
like he said it would.
He told me that at the bottom of the steps was a garden
surrounded by a stone wall that would make me feel safe and
secure. This time, I didn't even have to consciously form the
image; it was there, a walled garden full of flowers and
butterflies.
After that, to be honest, things got a little hazy. I felt
myself drifting, and didn't care where I was going.
All too soon, I could hear Nick's voice counting me back up
again. I didn't want to wake up - it was so wonderful where
I had been. But of course, I did, and the noise hit me once
again in a rush. I sat up slowly and looked at Nick, who
was grinning at me.
"Wow", I said. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
"Nothing you wouldn't want," he said, still grinning wickedly.
"To be honest, Alex, you did really well, especially for a
first timer. I didn't even think I'd get you under, especially
not here. How do you feel?"
"I feel great" I said truthfully. "Much better."
"Well, as you've got such a good feeling going right now,
perhaps we should turn it up a little"
I tried to ask him what he meant, really I did, but the thing
that was distracting me was this sudden sensation I was
beginning to get. I started to feel really warm, and the feeling
spread until warmth was rushing in waves over my body. But that
wasn't it, not all of it. I felt the warmth inside me as well,
an arousing, sensual feeling.
I realized with a start that Nick was speaking to me.
"Sorry, what?"
"I said, it's your turn to get the drinks. Are you OK?" he was
still grinning.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Same again?" I heard my voice faltering. As I
got up, I had this growing urge to touch myself. I clamped my
thighs together to try and control the feeling, and tried to
walk normally to the bar. I must have looked hilarious.
It took several attempts to make myself understood at the bar,
as I tried to fight the overwhelming urge to lift my skirt and
stroke my clit, and the guy behind the bar seemed to be enjoying
my flushed face and erect nipples, because he winked knowingly
at me as I turned to walk unsteadily back to our table.
Sitting down, I was glad of the darkness as I tried to calm down
with little success. I realized that Nick was speaking again.
"Alex, are you sure everything's ok?" he said innocently.
"Just a bit...hot," I said with difficulty. My hand snaked
underneath my skirt and inside my underwear. My swollen clit
throbbed as I rubbed it, and my other hand felt for my breast
inside my shirt. I pinched my nipple, gasping at the electric
sensation. I wanted to come so badly.
"Oh shit, that feels so good," I said between clenched teeth.
He moved to sit next to me.
"Do you realize that you're playing with yourself in full view
of everyone here?" he whispered into my ear, loving every minute
of it. I was too far gone to care, and it didn't matter who saw
me. He kissed me, a long, deep aroused kiss, holding on to me as
I came, managing to deflect some of the noise I was making. It
was one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had.
"C'mon, let's get you home," he said, smiling, helping me up
and into my jacket. He moved my hand to his jeans, and I could
feel his cock straining against the material. "We need to take
care of this, and I can't wait to feel it inside you," Still
breathing heavily, I walked out on unsteady legs.
We got as far as the car park, and that's when my second orgasm
hit. I felt my legs buckle - luckily Nick was there to catch
me and half-carry me to the car.
By the time we got home, I'd managed to come again, and was
still no nearer to being satisfied. I must have looked weird,
staggering indoors with my shirt undone and my skirt around
my waist, my fingers buried between my legs.
He fucked me on the floor in the hall, driving deeper inside
me with every thrust, and as I climaxed again, crying out at
the sheer intensity of the feeling I was getting, it brought
him over the edge. We collapsed together in a heap on the hall
floor, and I dimly heard Nick say "turn it down."
The overwhelming urges I had been experiencing subsided and I
began to return to normal.
"Did you do that?" I whispered. He nodded, looking a little
guilty.
"Sorry, Alex, I couldn't resist it," he said, laughing at my
expression. He explained that, while I was under, he'd decided
to plant a post-hypnotic suggestion in my mind, one I was
instructed not to consciously remember. When he'd said the
words "turn it up" I behaved in the way he'd instructed me,
which was to be instantly aroused and desperate for orgasm,
a feeling that would get stronger the more I tried to hide it.
Even after a climax, I would still feel as if I needed to come
more than anything, and so would continue like this until he
cancelled the command.
Annoyed at being taken advantage of, I told him to fuck off,
and exhausted, went straight to bed. However, when he climbed
into bed beside me a couple of hours later, I felt for his cock,
finding it already hard, and I smiled to myself, remembering
earlier.
"Do it again, Nick," I whispered.
It became a fairly regular part of our sex life after that, but
I'll never forget that first time.