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Subject: {ASSM} Coffee Club "Eat at jo's" {TheMasterSabian} (MF hyp nosex) [1/9]
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I honestly don't know how we got started, but here I was,
finally, with a real flesh and blood woman - hypnotised.
It was literally a fantasy come to life. Which is why it is so
strange that I can't remember how we got started.
As she stood there for the first time I realised two things:

1. I was addicted to hypnosis on a much deeper level than I
expected.

2. Somewhere inside of my trousers, inside of my underwear, I had
just ejaculated.

So lets go as far back as I can remember.

My friend Jo was having problems sleeping and somehow she
suggested hypnotherapy. How it came to be me I have no idea.
Hypnosis was something that happened in some of the porn that I
read, but never something that I had been involved with on any
level.

She was beautiful, (still is). A mother of one son and divorced,
(or rather, she kicked her husband out for being a crap lair.)
She had worked rather hard and was whittling away at the mortgage
on a nice small house in a surprisingly quiet leafy suburb of a
European city.

I had enjoyed stories of hypnosis posted to the Usenet ASSM on
the Internet. MF FF FM. I really enjoyed the ones where the
hypnosis was used as seduction and the initial anchors meant that
the person that had been through trance understood what was
happening, but still could not resist.

I even remember, (and still have) the first hypno based story
that I ever found. It was about a girl that showed a computer
program to her room-mate at collage. The program hypnotised the
room-mate and then she became her sex-slave.

One of the better ones was written from the point of view of a
girl that was being seduced via hypnosis, but she didn't realise
it. The reader understood what was happening to her from the
reports that she wrote in her diary, (that indicated her slow
corruption.) There was even a second story where she was taught
hypnosis and sent to perform her own seduction - a sort of
hypnosis by proxy. It is enough to say that I had read many
different methods and paths and corruptions, but that was all in
fantasy. As my grasp on reality wasn't broken yet I was fairly
sure that I could still differentiate, (and despite masturbating
to stories of corruption I never wanted to actually hurt anyone.)
Taking away someone else's will is wrong and doing wrong is
incompatible with my own identity of self. One of Jo's friends
even jokingly referred to me as 'The Angel' because I was known
to not even bend laws, let alone break them. (If I had told them
that in my distant past I had working as a bondage master for a
while, they would not have belived me.) I just try to do no harm;
Help others where I can; Be a good person all of the time, and
when I feel that I can not I hope that I find the kindest option.

Or so I thought.

So to help Jo with her sleep problems I taught myself
hypnotherapy. It felt more like a transition from watching
television to becoming a radio DJ; There was a common thread, but
at the same time it was totally different. After just a few weeks
of very intensive study I was ready, (but being me I carried on
researching for another two months, and then just one more month
to feel comfortable.) I was even more obsessed now that I was
going to have an opportunity to use hypnosis for real. But being
real rather than fantasy, and because I was trying to use it for
therapy, (and I didn't think that I lived inside of an erotic
story) I wanted to understand everything so that if there were
any problems I would have the skills to manage. I needed to be
sure that there was no risk. I worried that I might put Jo under
and then not be able to get her to come back. I worried that I
might make her so relaxed that she forgot to breath, (how silly
of me, on both counts.)

Like most things in life it seemed that 10% of skill was needed
if everything went well and the other 80% for when there was a
problem. (Those of you that noticed the missing percentage - I'll
explain that later, but for now we can call that the artistic
level beyond mastery.)


I arranged to meet Jo at her house one weekend when her son was
staying with his father. As we got started I was ready to take
notes on my tablet-phone, (Samsung), and was trying to go through
a formal lay-out: explaining what I planned to do with her, the
anchors that I suggested and the suggestions that I was going to
anchor and other things that I managed to get confused due to my
nervousnessr. Most of the effort that I was excerting went into
trying to hide my nervousness.

Jo told me that she had been hypnotised before and had enjoyed
it. One of her meditation group had suggested it and a handful of
them had gathered to try it. So Jo was not worried at all, (quite
the opposite). She was ready willing and, as it turned out, very
able.

She suggested that we start in her bedroom because, "If I fall
over then at-least I can fall onto my nice, soft, bed." Her logic
was clear, (how ever flawed) and her attitude made it clear that
she didn't consider us being in her bedroom anything to write
home about.

I had learnt over ten different inductions and had practised
three to the point that I was happy to try them. First of all I
tried to use the clenched-fist induction but it just confused
her, (and I did not harness her confusion). I covered up my
failure by panicking, skipping right over the
foot-glued-to-the-floor convincer, that I had planned as my
backup, and slid right into an 1890's cliché. You know the one:
You eye-lids are getting heavy.

I managed to put her under where she stood and because I was so
focused on my work, I did not even notice how my own body was
reacting to the proceedings. I brought her back up and decided to
have her get more comfortable.

"Just sit on the edge of the bed. Let the muscles around your
eyes relax." I said, trying hard not -
 to thinking about the phrase, "you are getting sleepy" while
imagining myself twiddling my moustache after tying a damsel to
some railway lines.

Jo closed her eyes without any need for further suggestion.
"Let that relaxation sweep down your face and through your whole
body." I sat next to her and gently held onto her shoulder,
trying to project comforting thoughts.
Her head began to loll and her back began to bend, which let her
head droop closer to her knees. I didn't want her to fall forward
so I gently kept her balanced.

That was when I first noticed two important things. Firstly, it
was as if I hadn't hypnotised her - she had done it to herself.
And two, My dick was so uncomfortably erect that I could not keep
track of things like my list of things to say.

I stood up so that I could re-position. It was easy to flick my
dick across even through two layers of material; I'm a virile
man, so it wasn't the first erection that I had wanted to
reposition.

I just took a moment to admire Jo. She was perfectly calm, and
relaxed as wet paper. She was even more beautiful, but it had
been clear ever since I had known her that she didn't realise
that at all.

"Now we are going to your happy place" I instructed her. One of
the few things that I had managed in the layout was to establish
that she did have a regular 'happy place' in her imagination, but
adding to my heap of failures that day I had no idea where it
was, or what it was like. Was it in a forest, was it on a
mountain? Was it in an ice cave? There was so many possibilities,
and at the time I did not have the skills to realise that it did
not matter.

Just as I sent Jo to her happy place my penis ejaculated. I don't
think of it as cumming as there was no orgasmic feeling. It was
entirely mechanical, but it had happened.

I felt so embarrassed - it was so unprofessional, (though
realistically - because I was not answerable to any governing
body I was a Therapy Artisan rather than a professional.) In my
day-job I worked with computers, but even there I didn't
technically have a profession - even my mother had more computer
qualifications than I did!

I decided to continue the session despite it already feeling
like a train wreck. The outline of the session as I had designed
it was that I would relax her and make it easier for her to go
back into trance for our next session, (I expected that it would
take about seven sessions to achieve the goals that she was
looking for.) I use a little re-fractionation, (getting her to
open and close her eyes) but was surprised by how long it took
her to respond to any command that would bring her up and how
quickly she would got back down. It was like she was addicted to
trance. I should have wondered why.

"In a moment I'm going to have you open your eyes and I'm going
to pass my hand down in front of your face. As I do your eyes
will drop shut and you will be able to go twice as deep and
instantly."

Even now, as I think back to that first decent my dick swells. I
commanded, "open your eyes" and nothing happened. She didn't
move. Her breathing was so slow that I thought that it had
stopped. I was about to start searching for a pulse when she
started to breath in and her head moved, almost imperceptibly.
But her eyes remained firmly closed.

The questions ran through my head, "has she gone deep enough?"
"Is she a hypnosis addict?" "Can I get her back?" and that was
when I realised that I had let her rush me into this, (or was it
my own eagerness) meant that I had skipped over the waking
command. I had no physical way to tell her to come back out of
trance short of shaking her like a rag doll while screaming "wake
up!" and praying that I had not induced a coma.

I did not realise that I could simply issue new suggestions at
this early stage because she had performed her own induction.

After repeating my direct command a few more times and added
encouragement, I found that her eyes gently fluttered open a few
millimetres; she looked dazed and sleepy. I slowly and
deliberately passed my right hand down from above her head to
below her chin a few centimetres away from her face. Before my
hand had even got level with her nose, her eyes had slammed shut
and she was under.

I forced her to re-fractionate two additional times and each time
told her that she would go twice as deep, (I didn't want to be
greedy and say "100 times deeper" and from what I saw so far I
was worried about how effective this would be if she was too
deep.

I carried on taking her deeper with verbal commands and a banal
journey narrative. This was starting to going so well!

Or so I thought.

This was when her eyes popped open as if nothing had happened and
she asked without the slightest hint of drowsiness, "Do you mind
if I get into bed?"

"No, that would be fine" I heard myself reply, as she scooched up
the bed to slide under her duvet.

I was flustered and flabbergasted. I imagine now, as I try to
explain, that it would be like a corpse, in the middle of its
autopsy asking if the doctor could leave their eyes until last so
that they could watch as much as possible of the event.

Was she hypnotised? What was happening? What was the protocol
from here? Part of me was even a little offended - like I had
studied so hard for a test that I knew that I had 20 out of 20
and found that the teacher had written 19/20 on my paper.

I continued anyway. The idea that I was working with was that if
she woke up in the middle of the night she would start to count
her breaths, but simply 1 on the in breath and 2 on the out
breath, looping round and never getting to three, (which is
ironic because that very night she did wake up just after 2am and
found herself counting until after 3am - she has a strong mind.)

The next day she reported her progress and how it had been a
total failure. I told her that it was unrealistic to expect
results from just one session, (which was as I expected, as I had
given her unconscious mind the task of practising getting her
back to sleep.)

We had an emergency session that evening and ever since then her
sleep patterns have, (mostly) been as she wanted them. A week
later we had another quick session while her son was doing his
homework and since then she has had more energy and slept much
better, (and she has been using that extra energy, that seems to
grow with each week, to do night school to get the next promotion
that she wants at work.)

As you can see, I was NOT a natural. I wanted and looked forward
to helping others with my new found talent. Jo and I often talked
about how this might happen. I had such high honest and pure
hopes.

All that was about to change.

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