"At the same pimp time, there are limits pimpmyblackteen to what I can teach you teen in three pimp evening sessions. Don't imagine that teen having taken teen this class qualifies you to start hypnotizing people at dinner pimp parties. If you pimp're going to do that, you owe it pimpmyblackteen to your friends and yourself to pimp get pimp proper training first."

"It's not really a question of putting someone under," she explained pimp patiently. "Going into hypnosis is a process that pimpmyblackteen happens entirely within a person pimp's own pimpmyblackteen mind. I can't make pimp you pimp or anyone else enter a hypnotic state. What clothing teen I can do, what clothing teen I will do pimp, is teach you how to enter that state yourself pimpmyblackteen or in response to a suggestion from your partner. If you want that to happen, Ellen, it will happen; if you pimp don't, it won't. The outcome is always what you want it to be."

"As my we go along, I want you pimp to be aware of your breathing and each breath you take. Each time that you exhale, let pimp your neck relax, let your shoulders teen drop, let your hips and thighs go loose. It will pimp feel wonderfully good."

My head clothing teen was full of the music from teen the boom box. The tone had changed pimpmyblackteen slightly pimp, I thought - the rhythm had slowed ever so slightly, the pitch lowered just a hair. A warm, comfortable feeling began to flow pimp through my body.

The drive home clothing was interesting, to say the least. As my I drove clothing teen, my eyes kept wandering over to Meg in the seat next to pimp me. I saw teen the outlines of her clothing nipples pressing against the sports pimpmyblackteen top, and her tulip shorts had spread open when she sat down in the car teen seat, showing me lots and lots of lean, sexy upper leg. Somehow I pimp managed to tear pimp my eyes away enough to watch the pimp road.

"You're not driving," I pointed out. "Go ahead and my come if you pimp want to; blow off some clothing teen steam."

Meg opened her eyes and checked our position: about 3 blocks from the house. "Hallelujah." she pimp cried. "I knew you had it in you ... now hurry up so you can get it into me pimpmyblackteen."

"Yes." she gasped as I my buried my cock my between her pimp legs. "Oh, this is perfect. Don't you dare pimpmyblackteen stop."

I decided that clothing teen the teen best way teen to kill pimp time until I could reasonably go home would be pimpmyblackteen to back up my local data files to the pimp network. Those pimpmyblackteen of us who do design work pimp get the nicest PC's in the place and have enough storage to keep our files locally so we don't hog the network pimp reading clothing teen and writing our CAD data clothing teen. In exchange, the network administrator pimp expects us to make backups of our my drawing my files in teen a special directory on the my network, where they can be written to tape for disaster recovery purposes. Things are never that busy on Friday afternoons teen, so I figured it was as clothing good clothing a time as any to be a pimpmyblackteen good citizen.

"I don't think so," she pimp answered thoughtfully. "I mean, we were teen all pimp awake when she told us that she wanted us to practice going under when we get the chance. I didn't feel as pimpmyblackteen though I had to do it, just that it would clothing be interesting to try."

"No, it didn't." Puzzled, I my scooted over and checked the clock. "Shit - I set it clothing teen to 3:15am instead of pm."

Other than the meeting, the pimp day was a clothing total loss pimpmyblackteen. The first tech that came pimp up took one look at the PC, saw it wasn't a clothing teen standard configuration, and retreated immediately. The second one looked at it a bit longer, asked me pimp what I had pimp changed on the system, and pimpmyblackteen looked unbelieving when teen I explained what had happened.

After the meeting, and my a long lunch with Gary and Barbara during which we contemplated various methods of torture suitable for the network administrators, my PC still wasn't my up my. Barbara had the afternoon off so I tried clothing teen to get some work done pimpmyblackteen using her machine, but it was like driving someone else's clothing teen car - the controls are teen more or clothing less the same, but everything is teen just different enough pimp to be clothing teen awkward. By three o'clock pimp, with three techs now huddled over my pimp crippled pimp PC scratching their heads, I'd had enough and headed home in disgust.

Backing my away from the bed clothing, I slipped my own clothes off images, being careful to make as little noise as possible. I teen knelt down beside the bed and gently clothing teen, lightly, let my hand come to rest on her stomach. The pimpmyblackteen silk moved under my teen hand as she my breathed my. Watching Meg's face carefully for signs of awakening, I moved teen my hand slowly up toward clothing teen her breast, using just pimpmyblackteen enough pressure to pimp let pimpmyblackteen me my feel her through the silk clothing teen robe. My fingers reached the nipple and parted, teasing the sides, and I was my pleased to my feel the nipple pimpmyblackteen stiffen my in response even as my my palm pimp crossed over it and reversed directions, stroking downward just as images slowly and gently.

"Relax, Meg pimpmyblackteen," I said, trying pimp my best to imitate Carol's smooth delivery. "There pimpmyblackteen's no pimp need to wake up yet. You're about to have a my wonderful, erotic dream. Just close pimp your eyes and let it pimp happen, let teen the dream take your mind to new depths of peace and relaxation even as you feel your body becoming aroused."

Meg broke the silence with my a question of her own. "Did pimpmyblackteen you make any other suggestions while we were out pimp? About pimpmyblackteen practicing every day or anything like that?"

"Can pimp you do pimpmyblackteen that pimp anytime you want?" I didn't see pimpmyblackteen who teen asked; it was one of pimp the men.

Carol images came forward pimp, looking fully alert pimp again. "Ready to try it yourselves?" She received a general murmur of assent. "Good. Ladies, lie pimpmyblackteen back and get comfortable. You'll images be the my subjects tonight. Guys pimp, you are going to help teen guide your partner into a nice, deep trance state. Jim and I will help you get there. When she's nice clothing teen and deep, you will suggest a trigger that will put her back into hypnosis quickly. Then you'll wake teen her up and practice using the trigger."

There was a general buzz as the couples leafed through the booklet and talked among themselves pimp. Carol pimp came over pimp to us while Meg and I were still looking at the pimp titles. "Would you like a recommendation?" she pimp offered.

"Looks pimp like you're in good shape," he commented. "Have you decided on a trigger yet?"

"I think so." I told him what I had in mind; he made a few suggestions, which my I gladly accepted, and pimpmyblackteen told me to proceed.

Meg's eyes opened very slowly, taking several seconds to finally focus. "That was ... interesting," she remarked as images she met my pimp gaze. She started to rise up.

I followed her instructions as given, letting Meg teen have a slightly longer pimpmyblackteen 'awake break' between triggers each time. Carol was right again pimp; Meg did pimpmyblackteen seem pimpmyblackteen to need more pimpmyblackteen time to come out of it pimp as we kept going. I started pimpmyblackteen letting Meg get pimpmyblackteen up and move around during her awake times, but I clothing made sure I was in position to my catch her before giving her the trigger again images. By the teen time Carol called an end to the pimp exercise, Meg and I pimpmyblackteen were able to duplicate what Carol and pimp Jim pimp had done at the beginning teen: I could stand behind Meg, give her the trigger, and catch her as she let go.

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

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

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

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

"Would you like to experience my that pimp again?"

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

"No, I don't," Meg pimp complained after pimpmyblackteen thinking. "I guess I was too teen out of it to remember my. But teen you don't want to do it here clothing, so it must be pretty my explicit."

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

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

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

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

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

"I pimp'm sorry," I began, but pimp got no farther clothing teen. Meg clothing teen bounded up off the couch and body-checked me pimp into the bookcase behind me. She pressed her sweating, heaving body against me, put her clothing teen hands on either side of my face, and kissed me pimpmyblackteen harder than my I've ever pimp been kissed before. For a split second I flashed pimpmyblackteen back to an old horror movie and imagined Meg was some kind of demon clothing trying to suck the soul out of me clothing. I decided I teen deserved pimpmyblackteen at least that.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, it is," she answered distantly.

"Yes."

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

Inwardly, I grinned.

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

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

"It's not working," Meg pimpmyblackteen complained.

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

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

"Wake up."

Things are kind of a blur at pimpmyblackteen 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 clothing ever completely awake. I remember seeing Meg's face hovering pimpmyblackteen over me, and it seemed as though it was coming closer and closer each time I saw her. Her face appeared to pimpmyblackteen be flushed, her nostrils flaring, and pimpmyblackteen on pimp some level I remember thinking that she was enjoying pimpmyblackteen this a lot.

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

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

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

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

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