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again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
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Enjoy.
When we got home from school that afternoon it was still raining, but at least the power was on. I fixed a simple dinner. We both spent time studying, knocking off about nine. As I closed up my books and packed for the next day she smiled and said, "We should practice more." I didn’t object.
We cleaned up and went into the library again. She lit candles and we sat down on the floor facing each other. She held my hands in hers.
"I want you to look into my eyes and relax. That’s all you have to do."
I looked into her eyes and sighed. She spoke softly to me and I soon felt those increasingly familiar sensations as I fell into her eyes, illuminated by flickering candle light. My eyes soon closed. I kept listening to her voice and was so relaxed and happy that I didn’t have to concentrate, I could just enjoy the incredible sensations.
She took me deeper and deeper, with sensations of distance shifting, my mind filling with flitting thoughts, and then going so quiet as there was only her voice. I’d never noticed before how busy my mind was; the quiet was incredible.
She went on talking to me, then after a while I opened my eyes. I took a deep breath; I felt so relaxed, so calm. I was amazed. My head still felt a little strange as I smiled at her.
"Congratulations," she said, "You are a very good student."
I started to say something and she reached over to me, touched me on the forehead and said, "Relax, James."
My eyes closed and I sank back into the calm. She woke me again.
"If the deepest you went before was a ten, how deep did you just go?" she asked.
I looked into her eyes and said, "Four."
She smiled and reached over to me again, touched me and said, "Relax, James. Relax, James."
My eyes closed again and I sank back into that calm.
We repeated this countless times. Some times she would ask me how deep I’d gone. I seemed to be going deeper each time, faster and easier. Some times she’d ask me, I’d start to answer, and she’d touch me and tell me to relax as I was speaking; that seemed to take me much deeper.
I was going deeper now, maybe seven or eight, and coming up was harder; it was so pleasant a place I didn’t want to leave. Some times I hardly had time to open my eyes and take a breath before I was going under again.
Then she woke me, I opened my eyes, and waited. She smiled and sat there. Finally I said, "Wow..."
She chuckled and gave me a wry smile. "What have you learned? What’s changed?"
I took one of her hands. "I’m going deeper, and quicker. But I don’t want to come up... So fast..."
She sighed. "I know. It is so restful, so tranquil, so peaceful..." As she spoke she lifted my hand up to about our shoulder level; locking my eyes in hers; her voice shifting, speaking slowly, deliberately. I could feel myself going under again as she spoke.
Then she reached up with her other hand, touched me on the forehead as she dropped the hand she was holding, and said, "Relax." My eyes and head dropped with my arm and shoulder and I felt myself falling over, but never felt myself hit the floor.
I was floating. She spoke to me again and let me enjoy the tranquility in silence for a while. Then she started speaking and I agreed to come up again for her. We played for a while, me lying on my back, her leaning over me, bringing me up and sending me down again, bringing me up, sending me down, speaking to me, and bringing me up again. She asked me once how deep I was and I told her, "Eighty."
I opened my eyes to a soft breast in front of me. She lowered it to me and I closed my eyes and started drifting down as I sucked on her. She started speaking again as I drifted down, bringing me back up a bit.
And she set my body on fire. I squeezed her, sucked on her, then put her on her back. I went down between her legs kissing and licking, feeling her legs squeeze me tight until she cried out. After she released my head I sat up and pulled her into my lap, impaling her. I held her head as I kissed her; she put her arms around me and we rocked together. She rocked in my lap, her head back as she cried out once again.
I held her gently as she writhed on me. She looked at me and I saw her nostrils flare. She’d had her arms around my waist; now she reached up, grinding into me as she squeezed my head. She spoke in a low growl and her words went under my mind directly to my body. It could have been seconds and it could have been hours and I was pumping into her, holding on to keep from falling over.
We kissed and drifted back to earth. We cleaned up, put out the candles and went to bed. I lay on my back and she curled up next to me, her head on my chest.
Then the alarm went off; it was morning and I was in pain. Yesterday’s intense weight training session was showing its effects.
"What’s the matter?" Liz asked.
"Those bastards said I’d probably be sore. They were wrong. I’m in agony."
Sympathetic soul she is, she laughed. I grabbed her and that hurt too.
"Let go. Please. Lay back on the bed," she told me.
I did as I was told. She leaned over me and I looked into her eyes as she smiled. She touched my forehead and said, "Relax, James." My eyes closed and I sank like a stone. She talked to me and helped me move my arms and legs. After a bit I stood up with her and she helped me move some more. The pain faded, turning into a warm feeling all over.
She woke me; I blinked, took a breath and said, "Wow."
"Feel better?" she asked.
I gave her a hug. "Yes, that really helped."
She stood back and looked at me, shaking her head from side to side. "You need to take it easy today and do plenty of stretching. How often are you going to be doing this?"
"We’re going to do weights three times a week, stretching every day."
She nodded. "Okay. We’re going to visit a friend Friday. I told her about you yesterday, and they didn’t believe me."
I was curious. "Believe what?"
She laughed. "About how quick you’re learning. Don’t worry about it."
We kissed, and then went on with the day.
The next few days settled us into a routine. We’d meet for lunch, and after classes come home, study, have dinner, study some more, and "practice." She explained we were using hypnosis, and I was a superb subject. She really enjoyed surprising me, touching me and sending me into trance. Our practice ended with passionate lovemaking, not always guided by her.
Thursday at lunch her tricks caught up to her. I was in the student center waiting for her when she snuck up behind me, ran a hand up the back of my neck, and said something in my ear. My lights went out and I collapsed on the spot. She had some fast talking to do to keep them from hauling me over to the student health center. That night at home we worked on refining things and giving me more control, so either of us could take me into a light, medium, or very deep trance. I suspected she had other tricks as well, but I wasn’t complaining.
At the end of our practice, I saw that look of lust in her face again. I smiled and put a finger on her lips. "Quiet, no tricks now. Let’s go to bed." She smiled, put out the candles and went to bed. Even though I was still stiff and sore, her suggestions helped a great deal. I had her lay back on the bed and pulled her bottom to the edge. I knelt on the floor and put her legs over my shoulders. Then I slowly kissed, licked, and teased her until she cried out for me to stop. I creaked up on to the bed and flopped on my back.
She rolled over to me, putting a hand on my chest and giving me a wild-eyed look, still panting, nostrils flared.
"I love that look," I told her. She dug fingernails into my stomach and I groaned.
She laughed. "Still sore?"
"Yes, very," I told her.
"Want me to make it all better?" she said in a sultry voice as she stroked my cock.
I sighed. "Yes, please."
She slid on top of me and said, "Look into my eyes."
I looked into her eyes, burning above me. She started speaking in her low sexy voice. Soon the pain was gone, replaced by passion, followed by sleep.
Weight training Friday was interesting. I found a light trance helped me focus my efforts. One coach complimented me on my determination; two people had dropped out already. I almost told him I owed it to a witch’s spell, but decided not to. He might not understand; I wasn’t sure I did.
We had a light dinner that night; Liz cooked. Then we drove over to see her friend; we brought along a change of clothes.
"So who is this we’re seeing, and are we spending the night?" I asked.
Liz was driving. She chuckled. "Most likely we are. Shelly is the leader of our coven, and my teacher. Treat her with respect; she can have a nasty streak. But I think you’re in for a treat."
I prodded for more details, but didn’t get anywhere.
Shelly had a nice house up in the hills. When we got out of the car I stood for a moment, enjoying the crisp winter air and the view of civilization in the valley below us. We heard a cheery voice say, "Come in before you freeze!"
We grabbed our bags and went in. Shelly was in her mid thirties, and the first word that came to mind when I saw her was voluptuous. She also radiated an energetic calm.
She gave Liz a funny look and said, "So this is your new toy?"
Liz laughed and put an arm around my waist. "This is James. He’s very special to me."
Shelly continued. "Oh? And you’ve had him almost a week now? What can he do?"
I was getting a little upset at this attitude, but Liz took it in stride, laughing. She let go of me and took my bag, putting them both down on the floor. We walked into the other room. There was a fire in the fireplace, and a funny table set up off to one side of the room. I was getting used to places illuminated mostly by candlelight.
Liz turned me until I was in front of Shelly, and stood in front of me. She sighed, looked in my eyes, raised a hand to my forehead and touched me. She smiled and said softly, "We’re safe here darling. Relax, James. Deep trance."
I fell into a trance. I felt someone catch me and heard laughter. Liz and then Shelly spoke to me, taking me deeper, doing things like making one arm heavy and one light, or stiff, or limp. After being very deep for a while, I came back up into a light trance. Shelly started asking me questions about how I felt, exercise, the training I was going through. She helped me move, first on the floor, and then standing up, flexing me.
I blinked my eyes and took a breath. I was awake again, and I hurt. Shelly was standing in front of me, Liz by my side. There was a new person in the room, a thin man about my height, forty or so.
"How do you feel?" Shelly asked.
"Sore. I didn’t know how sore I was," I told her.
The man nodded, and I looked at him. He extended a hand and smiled. "I’m Dave, Shelly’s husband. It’s good to meet you."
I smiled and shook his hand; it hurt, smiling hurt. "Your pain was masked the last few days then?" he asked.
I moved my shoulders a little and grimaced. "Extremely well -- I liked the warm tingling feeling much better. I don’t think I can move."
"Very impressive," he said, looking at Shelly. Shelly nodded.
Shelly spoke to me, and my eyes locked on her face as she spoke. "You’re feeling the effects of a great deal of exertion, which Liz has been able to help you mask. Now I’m going to give you a massage to help those muscles and tendons adjust. Take off your clothes and we’ll get started."
I didn’t even think about the other people in the room, I just started peeling. I groaned as I tried to lift my arms over my head; Liz laughed and said, "Poor baby," as she helped me.
Shelly led me over to what I learned was a massage table. As I was getting up on it I saw Dave and Liz in the other corner of the room. They were sitting on a sofa facing each other. Dave put his hand on Liz’s head, and I watched her head drop forward. Shelly helped me get comfortable on the table, my face resting in a cradle at one end. She pulled gently on my feet to stretch me. It hurt.
I felt her warm hands on my back, moving from place to place, pressing gently. "Now James," she said, "I’m not going to take you into trance at first. If you slip into trance, that’s okay, let it happen. If the pressure is too much, let me know. There may be some momentary pain as I work deep tissue, but you’ll feel much better afterwards. Okay?"
I nodded my head. I felt her spreading something warm on my back; it felt good. She spent a lot of time on my upper back and shoulders; some times it felt as if she was working knots out of muscles I hadn’t known existed a week ago. But as she finished one area and moved to the next I could feel the difference.
I did drop into trance, and after I was on my back she brought me up to a lighter state for a while as she worked my shoulders and abdomen, then started working on my neck and head, taking me incredibly deep. I was too relaxed to talk, I couldn’t move except maybe to wiggle a finger or two in answer to her questions. Her hands on my head and neck were so comforting, so relaxing. Then I heard Dave’s voice. He talked to someone, it may have been me, asking questions, troubling questions, but they were about things that hadn’t happened. After a while he told me he was glad none of those things had happened, and then told me to let go and relax while he talked with the rest of me. I remember sighing and feeling those hands on my head and neck.
Then I was in a chair, naked and sitting on a towel, and Dave was handing me a glass of water. He had a funny look on his face, a cross between amusement, curiosity, and maybe sadness.
"How do you feel now?" he asked.
I moved a little and sipped the water. "I feel much better. I feel really relaxed, tired. How do you feel?"
He chuckled a little. "Why do you ask?"
"The look on your face, kind of sad or something. What’s been happening? What did you do with Liz? I think I saw you putting her under."
He sighed. "Yes, you might have. We were concerned, but not any more. I was checking to see what she had done. James..." He got a far away look on his face for a moment, and sighed again.
"I’m a doctor, a psychiatrist. I use hypnosis and other techniques to help people, sick people. As Liz says, you are a very interesting person. You’ve been able to achieve a depth and profundity of trance in a few days, being led by Liz, that I find difficult to achieve. I envy you. When Liz talked to us earlier in the week, we found it hard to believe what she’d accomplished. But now I’ve met you and seen it."
We talked for a while about hypnosis, the idea of the "critical factor" being bypassed so suggestions become real. He told me my ability to go so deep so easily could leave me vulnerable to manipulation and abuse. This was their concern, and what they’d questioned both Liz and I about. He and Shelly were both relieved that their fears had been unfounded; Liz was one of Shelly’s brightest pupils, and had a strong moral sense. He then described the protection he had given me: the ability to not go into a trance if I didn’t want to, to come out of a trance, the ability to remember everything that happened, and how to get hold of him or Shelly at any time should something bother me. I also learned that Shelly was a registered nurse, among her other talents.
As we finished speaking Shelly joined us, wearing a robe. She sat down next to me on the couch and started feeling my shoulders. She gently pressed her thumbs along the insides of my shoulder blades and I let my head drop as I exhaled, fading into a blur. Then I popped my head up again, awake and fully alert. She pressed again, moving her hands with more intensity. I smiled at Dave and just enjoyed the sensation.
"Very good!" he laughed. Shelly patted me on the back.
"Don’t stop now," I told her, "that felt great."
She started laughing softly as well.
"You can bring yourself out whenever you want to now. We’ll do more tomorrow," he said.
"Where’s Liz?" I asked.
Shelly said softly "She’s asleep in a wonderful soft warm bed. Would you like to join her?" She started massaging my neck as she spoke. I let my eyes close and let go as I said, "Oh yes."
She led me to the bathroom and then to a small bedroom, still in a fog. Liz was in bed with a soft smile on her face. I crawled in beside her and Shelly pushed me gently on to my back. She pulled the covers up around my neck and then lay down on top of me, opening her robe. She lowered a beautiful breast to me, and I started sucking, my eyes drifting closed. She held my head and said, "Listen to me as you drift off to sleep..."
I woke up the next morning with a nipple in my mouth and Liz on top of me. I put my arms around her and we rolled to one side. She cradled my head and held me to her. I was in heaven. Then she said, "You can’t get away from me now." Something inside me started struggling, trying to escape her grasp, but she held my head between her breasts. Every time she squeezed me I got a little weaker and more delirious. I struggled and she said, "You can’t get away. I’ve got you now." The more I struggled the more delirious and weaker I got until finally she pushed me on to my back and put a nipple in my mouth. I was filled with passion as she slid me deep inside her.
She rode me, bringing herself to orgasm as I held her and squeezed her, lifting my hips off the bed to meet her. She sat up a bit with her hands on my shoulders, moaning with that wild eyed look of lust in her face, and ground her hips into me. I watched her reaching another climax, and as she smiled and tossed her head back inviting it, she slid her hands to the sides of my head, squeezing me then lowering herself down to kiss me.
Her lips touched mine and I lost it, squeezing her and filling her as she spasmed around me. We collapsed together, panting.
After a while she slid off me. I staggered out of bed and to the bathroom down the hall. I was a little stiff this morning, but in much better shape than when we got here. I could actually move. I washed up a bit, then went back and got my jeans and a sweat shirt. I kissed Liz on the forehead and stumbled out to find the bacon my nose told me was cooking.
I found Dave in the kitchen, doing bacon and toast. When I saw it was almost eleven o’clock I groaned.
Dave noticed the noise and turned to me. "Good morning! Coffee?"
"No thanks. Don’t drink it," I told him.
"Good for you. How do you feel?"
I wiggled my shoulders a bit and smiled. "Pretty good. A lot looser. I had quite a wake up call."
He chuckled. "So I heard."
I was still in a daze. "I woke up with Liz holding me, then she said something like ‘You can’t get away from me,’ and things got wild."
Dave laughed out loud. He came over to me and clapped me on the back. "You’ve got Shelly to thank for that -- that’s one of her, and my, favorites. You are one lucky man."
I looked at the smile on his face and a shiver ran through me as I imagined (remembered?) Shelly, with her pillow soft breasts holding me and saying that. And what did I just tell this person who was a stranger twelve hours ago? I pulled out a chair and sat down. Suddenly things were a little too weird for me.
Dave put a hand on my shoulder. "What’s the matter?" he said in a very comforting voice.
I looked up at him. "I actually came in here and told you about making love, and the feeling I got when you told me about Shelly doing... See, I did it again. I can’t believe the things I’m telling you."
He pulled up a chair and sat facing me. "James, I’m sorry if it surprises you. We’ve rushed things. Last night under hypnosis we wanted you to feel comfortable telling us whatever was on your mind. We feel it’s important for a while; you’re going through some pretty heavy seas right now and handling them extremely well. If it upsets you, I can modify it so you’ll only do it under hypnosis, but I’d rather you felt you could be open about absolutely anything with us."
I took a deep breath. "Makes sense. I agree. Still..." I closed my eyes momentarily and another shiver ran through me as I remembered Shelly’s breasts from last night, sucking on her and going to sleep in her embrace -- actually going into a deep trance was more like it.
Dave chuckled and stood up again. He patted me on the shoulder. "Don’t worry. We’ll smooth out the rough spots later today; we were very concerned last night, and we took things pretty fast to make sure you hadn’t gotten hurt, and then to protect you."
Then he gave me an incredible smile. "And have no fear. Sooner or later Shelly will take you. She will initiate it, not you. It will be one of the most intense experiences of your life. I don’t mind. I know how you went to sleep last night; between what she did with you two and the massage she gave you, she was one very horny witch when she dragged me off to bed." He chuckled and returned to the bacon.
What she did with the two of us? Another shiver ran through me; thoughts of combinatorics unexplored. I tossed my head back and laughed. It was the only thing I could do.
"Okay, I give up. I’ll run with it. What can I do?"
Without turning Dave said, "Well, we heard a rumor you’re at least as good in the kitchen, so why don’t you see what you can do with some eggs? I’ve got toast and bacon under control."
I stood up. "Great."
I found some good looking chilies, along with eggs and cheese. "You like spicy food?"
"We love it. So does Liz."
Another gift from my Aunt and Uncle was their love of spicy food. I put together something between an omelet and scrambled eggs with the cheese, onions, chilies, and a little cream. They actually had real cream, real butter, and a lot of eggs. I was starting to think about what to cook for dinner. Funny, I just assumed we’d be here.
"Mind if I make some suggestions for dinner?" I asked.
Shelly’s voice answered me "You can suggest, or you can just surprise us." She was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, pretty much what Dave and I were; she filled hers out a lot better. She gave Dave a big hug and kiss, telling him, "Thanks for waking me this morning." She kissed him again and said, "And thanks for letting me sleep afterwards."
Then she turned to me and gave me a great big hug. She ran her hands along my back and shoulders; I held her and sighed. I felt my knees buckle as I softened into her, then snapped myself up. She and Dave laughed.
"You seem to be doing better," she said accusingly, "But I didn’t hear you this morning."
I didn’t know what to say. Dave said, "His mouth was full." I felt myself turning red. I needed to do something. Sensei says when you don’t know what to do, attack. "I understand I have you to thank for this morning," I told her, looking in her eyes.
She smiled. "Did you like that?" she growled, one hand still at the back of my head.
I sighed. "We both did. Incredible."
She gave me another hug. She moved her mouth over near my ear as she held me; I was ready to let my lights go out when she whispered, "Why don’t you get your girlfriend so she doesn’t miss breakfast." She kissed me on the ear and gave me a squeeze.
I turned around in a daze and headed out of the kitchen to low laughter behind me.
Liz was stirring when I went into the room. I knelt by the side of the bed and took one of her nipples in my mouth, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her. She moaned and held my head. After a louder moan as I slid a hand down her belly, Shelly’s voice rang out. "Breakfast time you two!" Liz pushed my head away. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. "Time to get up, delicious." I sat up and she rolled out of bed. I reached for her but she was too quick and my mind was still fuzzy. I blinked and was alert again. Oh well, something else I needed to practice.
I helped set the table and Liz joined us just as Dave and I put the platters of food on the table. We were all hungry.
Dave filled Liz in on what they’d done with us the night before, and said he’d do some fine tuning with me later in the day. He praised Liz for what she’d done, in the skill, creativity, and restraint she’d shown, and in contacting them for guidance. Liz looked very proud at that. Both Shelly and I squeezed her hands.
We talked quite openly about our experiences during the week. I was still amazed by our "practice" session where Liz had taken me up and down repeatedly so many times. I wanted to do that some more, especially to practice my ability to clear my head quickly when I wanted to. Dave said something I didn’t quite catch. I guess I gave him a questioning look.
"It’s called fractionation. It’s supposed to be a valuable technique. Some times my wife is more current on the journals than I," he told me.
Shelly got a smile on her face and squeezed his hand. "You know, we’ve never done that with you. I bet it would be quite interesting." Dave smiled and nodded his head.
Shelly quizzed me on how I was feeling, having me move this way and that. She decided I could use another massage later. She also strongly suggested to Liz and I that we check out a Yoga class being taught near school by another member of the coven. The way she spoke, I took it as I would one of Sensei’s "suggestions."
After we finished I started hauling dishes into the kitchen. After the first trip Shelly said, "Liz and I will take care of those."
Dave waved me in to his study. It was a small room filled with books, a desk, and two chairs. He had me sit in the leather recliner. He put the stool under my feet and told me to lean back and get comfortable. I leaned back and noticed something twinkling near the ceiling and smiled.
Dave said, "You’re way beyond that. Could you put yourself in a deep trance for me? I want to do some tune up work." I nodded my head. I closed my eyes and thought to myself, "Let Dave talk to me." Then I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I imagined Liz saying, "Relax James, deep trance for me."
I blinked my eyes open and sat up. I stretched and looked at Dave. He was writing on a notepad. He finished and looked up at me, waiting for me to speak.
"I feel so relaxed, calm, and ... balanced, I guess," I told him.
"Good," he said. "You do that so well, and you will only improve with practice. You’ll find it easier to relax, easier to go into a trance every time. Any idea how long?"
I thought for a moment and shook my head. "Could have been five minutes, could have been an hour."
He scribbled some more. "About forty five minutes. I’m going to want to do some tests with you, if you don’t mind. You’ll even get paid for them."
"Sounds good to me, college students can always use the money."
He chuckled. "But you’re fairly well taken care of already."
I’d played off my parents against each other in such a way that my college expenses were taken care of and a bit more. My aunt and uncle also helped, and I spent holidays with them. Then I frowned.
"I don’t remember telling you or Liz about that. Why don’t I remember? I thought I was supposed to be able to remember what went on at will?"
Dave scribbled a bit more and looked up at me. "You’re right. There is some amnesia that naturally accompanies deep trance states such as the ones you are able to achieve so easily. If anybody gives you a suggestion that amounts to amnesia, you can not only shrug it off, but more importantly, you’ll remember the suggestion was given. That way you are protected against somebody trying to do you dirt. I told you last night that I believe all hypnosis is self-hypnosis. I also believe that all control should be with the client, you in this case. That’s why I’ve given you the controls we’ve discussed."
"The reason you can’t remember those sessions is to make it more difficult for someone to undo those controls. If you feel uncomfortable with that, I can easily have you remember what we’ve discussed. You and I also went over your family history in some detail; that was to see if you had any problems hypnosis might aggravate. You’re very stable and well adjusted, especially considering the games your parents put you through. For all the sickos I work with, it’s a pleasure to work with a normal person for a change."
I smiled at that.
He continued. "In the future when I work with you I’ll separate out those parts of the session you should remember. That leaves one other area where suggestions amounting to amnesia will be effective."
He grinned at me. I had an idea what that area was.
"Like with Liz this morning?" I said.
"Exactly. I’ve left Shelly the same loophole with me. Right now Liz and Shelly are the only ones that can do that to you, and if you want to remember what went on, all you have to do is close your eyes and imagine their voices saying, "Remember," three times, and you’ll remember what went on. And once you consciously remember a suggestion, you can also choose to render it ineffective."
I frowned a little. "Shelly?"
Dave chuckled and leaned forward a bit. "Yes. She gave both of you the suggestions for this morning when you told her how much you liked breasts."
I laughed and shook my head. "When did I tell her that? I don’t remember."
"Last night before I got home I take it. Anyway, I wanted to let you know that my wonderful wife has plans for you."
I felt a shiver run through me. He gave me a wicked grin.
"And I’ve made a small change in one of them. It’s a challenge to her; you’ll both enjoy it immensely, if that’s acceptable to you. Or, I can return her suggestions to their original form. It’s up to you."
I shook my head. "I’ll go with whatever you think is best. You’re the doctor."
He smiled and stood up. I stood up as well. "Thanks. I’m glad Liz found you. Hmmm..." He got a sort of far away look for a moment, then flipped through his notes. "Are you taking vitamins on a regular basis?"
I shook my head. "Nope. Should I?"
"With the stresses you’re placing on yourself, yes. I’ll set you up."
We walked back out to the family room. I went over to the fireplace and Dave went back to a different part of the house.
Liz and Shelly were sitting in front of the fire on fur rugs. I started to say something but Shelly raised her hand, then motioned me to sit next to her. I sat on the floor, creaking a bit; I was still stiff but not at all as bad as yesterday. I looked at Liz; her eyes were closed and her face smooth and blank, her breathing slow and shallow. Shelly leaned over to me. She put a hand on the back of my neck and squeezed gently, sending me spinning. She whispered in my ear. "Light trance, James. Sit quietly, watch, and learn." She spoke to Liz a bit more, then I saw Dave walk up. He leaned over and spoke softly to Shelly. Shelly started taking us both down again; I felt myself go down on my stomach on the floor. I was floating on a fur rug, so relaxed. Then Shelly started bringing us back up; both Liz and I opened our eyes at the same time. I let the gentle fog of hypnosis stay in my mind; it was so comfortable.
We both sat up. Liz rubbed her bottom and had a funny look on her face. Dave and Shelly had smiles on their faces. Dave looked at me and said, "Tell me what just happened."
Liz was still rubbing her bottom and frowning slightly. I moved around a bit, but didn’t feel anything.
I said, "Shelly took me into a light trance, then I saw you walk up and talk to her, then she took us both down pretty deep. I remember being on the rug." I felt it lightly with my hand and smiled at Liz. "I was floating on it, thinking how nice it would be to make love with Liz on this in front of the fire. Then she brought us up again."
Shelly smiled and said, "So you didn’t feel anything? Don’t feel anything unusual?"
I moved around again, and rubbed my own bottom. "Nothing aside from sore muscles."
Liz said, "I feel like I’ve been poked. What’s going on, or do I need to fish for it?"
Dave smiled. "I’ll confess. I gave both of you shots of a Vitamin B complex and a couple of other things. I wanted to see how well you could block out sensation and pain. James, I gave you three injections to Liz’s one and I think I could have taken out your appendix. Liz, you were very relaxed and didn’t visibly react, but you obviously felt something. But now Shelly will touch that spot and all the pain will go away."
Shelly reached over and put a hand on Liz. The frown on Liz’s face faded quickly and was replaced by a smile. "I’d smile too, if she touched me," I blurted out. I shook my head and felt myself blush as the others laughed. I sighed and looked at Dave. "We need to work on this, Doctor."
Liz came over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s nice."
Shelly came over to me and said, "So do I." Then she touched my forehead with her fingers and as she slid them down over my eyes she said, "Deep trance, James." I felt myself collapsing back into Liz’s arms.
I felt strong hands on my back, working kinks out of the deltoids and traps. Then I was on my back and those hands were working my abdominals, legs, chest. Then they were on my head and neck and I was floating in bliss.
I blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and sat up slowly looking around the room. Shelly and Liz were sitting on either side of Dave, who was on the floor. Shelly said, "Wake up, Dave." I saw his eyes open. Then Liz touched him on the forehead and said, "Sleep, Dave." and his eyes closed again. Then Liz woke him and Shelly put him under. I got off the table; the creaking noise caused both women to turn around. They stood and came over to me.
"How do you feel?" Shelly asked me.
"Very good, thank you. How is Dave doing?"
Shelly laughed softly. "Very well. It’s helping a great deal. We should let him coast for a bit."
I nodded and sighed. "That’s what I remember. Going up and down was interesting, but after a while I just wanted to enjoy it." I sighed and looked at Liz.
She smiled back. "What would you do different, what would make it better?"
I thought for a moment. "Well, learning to wake up alert, to clear my mind quickly, but some times that fog is so nice. And the way you woke me the last time was delicious."
I’d forgotten I was naked as my cock sprang back to life remembering the experience. This time though I didn’t feel embarrassed. Liz blushed a bit and I hugged her close.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," Shelly said. "Why don’t you two go amuse yourselves in the bedroom for a while?" We went off hand in hand. I stopped at the bathroom first. It was a little difficult for me to relax so I could pee, but I did it. I walked back to our bedroom, planning on tossing Liz on her back and going down on her until she screamed for mercy.
She didn’t share my plan. The first thing I noticed when I went into the room was one of the large fur rugs on top of the bed. Then I turned to find Liz. She was naked and I held her to me and kissed her, feeling her soft skin. As I started backing her to the bed she reached up to my neck, gave me a squeeze, and I slipped into the fog again.
We made love on top of a soft furry cloud, Liz riding on top of me. I thought I heard other sounds, someone else moaning, but I wasn’t sure. The only thing I was sure of was she was with me, her weight feeling so good on top of me. Hearing her moan as she came, seeing her shake on top of me, her head back, made me want her all the more. Then she leaned over to me, kissed me and I filled her, drifting off again in her arms.
We got up some time later. I thought I’d heard other voices. We were on top of the bed with the fur rug on top of us. I nestled into her for a moment, then sighed as she said, "Time to get up. You said something about dinner, remember?"
I gave her one more squeeze. "Yes, I did. Thank you for sharing dessert with me first."
She laughed and squeezed me a little, sending me spinning. "Awake and alert now James..." she said as she got up.
I sighed and got up. We cleaned up a bit and went to join the others.
Shelly was sitting in front of the fire, eyes closed. At first I thought she was flushed from the heat, but then I reconsidered. I heard noses from the kitchen, so I went in. Dave was busy with a big wooden salad bowl. He looked up at me and smiled. I laughed.
"What’s so funny?" he asked.
"You are," I told him. "I think I know how I must look some times."
He laughed and gave me a big hug.
"That was quite an experience I had this afternoon. Shelly tells me I have you to thank for my wakeup call."
"I don’t know about that; I think it’s more of Liz’s instinct," I told him as I moved to the refrigerator.
"Did you save me some uncooked bacon?" I asked him.
"Yup, second shelf. What’s your plan?"
I rummaged around, finding eggs, butter, the bacon, onions and chilies. "Le Quiche Lorraine, sort of." I told him.
"Sounds good to me -- I’ll make sure we have some white wine chilled." He left the kitchen.
I started to work, doing my crust on the center work table. Kneading the dough felt pretty good; my shoulders and back were in much better shape than they’d been the day before.
Dave came back in. "You look like you’re feeling better. Questions, comments?"
I chuckled. "I feel pretty good." I slammed the dough down; it needed to rest for a bit. "But tell me something -- what is it that feels so good about the weight, having her on top of me?" I was getting used to saying things like that out loud.
Dave mumbled his chin with a hand for a moment before speaking. "Well, there’s the old school answer as represented by Freud, and there’s the newer school, represented by Jung and a Brit named Winnicott. Have you taken any psychology classes?"
I sat down to rest for a moment. "Just the required intro class, which I thought was crap and mainly an excuse to get victims for experiments."
Dave grunted and pulled up a chair. "Typical and accurate. I can put together a reading list if you’d like. So which answer do you want -- the old school or the new school?"
I shook my head. "Which one makes the most sense? To you?"
Dave grunted again. "Should have expected that; it’s a good question. Well, generally pressure, especially pressure on top, is equated with a return to the intrauterine state -- a return to the safety and security of the womb. Now Freud and the old school viewed this as a source of problems. Personally I don’t buy that anymore. Jung and Winnicott look at things in a more mystic manner, as a yearning for individuation or transcendence, looking forward rather than back. That agrees better with Wiccan traditions as well."
I looked at him and smiled. "What a wonderful answer. Does that mean good or bad?"
He laughed out loud. "James, thank you. Let me just say it’s neither; one of the things you need to do, one of the things we all need to do is learn to separate what we feel from conclusions and opinions such as good or bad, and learn to experience things as they are. Too many of our problems are caused by reacting to things, rather than acting."
I nodded and stood up to work on the crust again. "Sensei tells us the same thing. I can tell it’s an important lesson, but one that’s hard to learn."
Dave stood up and clapped me on the back. "A very hard lesson, but the earlier you start learning it the better, believe me."
We talked about seemingly random things while we worked on the remains of dinner. I gave my crust a few minutes in the oven while I finished the filling. When I got it put into the oven Dave set a timer and we wandered back out, carrying plates and silverware to set the table.
Shelly and Liz were both sitting in front of the fire. "Still meditating," Dave said softly. He looked at me; I shrugged my shoulders. He smiled. "Something else you’ll learn."
He led me around through the back of the house and I helped move wood from out by the side of the garage into the storage area inside the house, and the pile by the big fireplace. It felt good to move around and use some muscles; the cool air was refreshing.
Both Dave and I were smiling and breathing a little quicker for the exertion when we’d finished. "Need to check dinner?" he asked me; we had about twenty minutes to go on the timer.
I shook my head. "Nope, I should check it in twenty minutes, but it won’t be ready for half an hour probably."
"Good -- let’s go into the office then."
He led me into the office and I sat in the recliner. I leaned it back, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. As I exhaled I felt a touch on my forehead and heard his voice.
I remembered more of what happened; it was as if I was sitting watching a movie or something. Then there was one part I knew I didn’t need to remember, and then I just got to enjoy floating for a while.
I opened my eyes, blinked, and took a deep breath. I could smell our dinner; it smelled pretty good. I looked over at Dave. As usual, he as writing on a yellow pad. He looked up at me and smiled.
I looked at him in silence for a while. Finally I said, "Let’s go check dinner." He put down his pad, helped me stand, and we returned to the kitchen.
I checked the quiche -- it was just about done. I heard a chime sound softly in the next room. I closed the oven door and left the kitchen.
I saw Dave putting down a small gong; the ladies were stretching on the floor. Dave walked over to Shelly. That looked like a good idea; I walked over to Liz.
She stood up and I hugged her to me gently. As we kissed, I ran my hands along her back. She gave me an appreciative moan and wiggle. "Welcome back," I whispered in her ear.
She gave me a squeeze. "Did you have a good afternoon? Dinner smells great."
I could hear Dave and Shelly behind me, Shelly moaning a bit. I had heard her earlier in the afternoon. "Yes, I think we all had good afternoons, what we can remember anyway."
I heard Shelly and Dave start laughing. Liz gave me a funny look. "I’m not complaining Liz, not at all. I’ve fallen into an amazing new world. Thank you so much for bringing me into it." I told her as I kissed her neck.
We regathered around the table for dinner; quiche, salad, fresh bread, wine.
Rev 8/1/2000
Liz Over Time
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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