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Subject: {ASSM} Coffee Club "Sandy comes round" {TheMasterSabian} (FF Mdom hyp nc?) [2/9]
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I was evicted from my flat, (the landlord had sold the place and the new
landlord's lawyers decided that my contact was no longer valid.) I was
going to fight it, and talked about it with my friend Jo.  She said that
she had a spare room in her house and would be happy to let me stay.  After
she convinced me that it would be a good idea, I moved in.  (She argued,
after I had already agreed, "With all you have done to fix my sleep, its
the least that I could do for you.") That was how, a few days later I met
Jo's friend Sandy.

   I was working at my computer, tapping away at the keyboard, when there
was a knock on the front door.  It must have been quite loud to penetrate
my in-ear headphones and the music that my phone was playing.  I searched
my memory to see if I had forgotten some invitation, (Jo was very good at
letting me know if anyone was expected, and as I worked from home I could
receive deliveries and the like for her.) Maybe it was one of her open
invitations being accepted.

   My soon to be partner-in-crime was in the house and I could hear that
she was already answering the door.  The usual happy clucking started up,
so I knew that it had to be one of her friends.  I tried to guess which
from the tones.  I decided that it was probably Fiona.  I saved my file,
paused my music and detached myself from my instillation.

   The two women were rolling through their usual greeting when I stepped
out into the hall.  I waited for them to separate so that Jo could
introduce me to Sandy, (my guess had been wrong, but in my defence, though
I had met plenty of Jo's friends over the years, I had never met Sandy). 
Jo had told me all about Sandy, and Jo had told me that Sandy had an issue
that hypnotherapy would solve, but that Sandy was very embarrassed about
it, to the point where she had made Jo swear not to tell anyone what it
was. So with that mysterious problem in mind, this was when I
metaphorically pounced.

   I used the accepted greeting kiss as a form of hand-shake interrupt to
get access to her mind.  I took a tiny moment to put my girl Jo under with
the simple command, "Jocelyn sleep" and carried on with Sandy.  I started
to deepen them both.  "You can relax now and go even deeper.  I know that
you are here to feel good and that is what is happening right now.  Deeper
and deeper.  Your mind is so warm and comfortable.  Sandy, When ever I say,
'Sandy sleep' your mind will return to this state.  Each time it will be
easier and easier.  Each time it will be deeper and deeper; Quicker and
Quicker.  Even if you try to fight it, you will go back into hypnosis."

   I liked the idea of having a group induction as well, in case I need to
put a group under with a single command.  The anchor for my girls, that I
had recently chosen, was the phrase, 'five, eleven, seventeen'.  These
three numbers together, in some mathematical circles are called a
sexy-prime triplet.  This was going to be their group trigger, while the
more direct, 'Sandy sleep' was to be her personal trigger.  (Later I
realised that it is better to keep it simple and that 5-11-17 was a silly
trigger phrase to use on anyone other than a scientist.)

   This was where I was going to find out a lot more about Sandy.  I told
her that she could tell me anything and that I would never be able to tell
anyone else.  She trusted Jo, Jo trusted me enough to invite me to live
with her, so Sandy could trust me.  I explained to Sandy that I was a
therapist and asked if there was anything that I could help her with.  Her
chin went even lower and I could see that she had pressed her lips together
a little tighter.

   I spent the next two minutes taking her deeper and shallower as I
loosened her up so that she would find it easier to share.  I had her write
her name on a chalk-board in her mind and then cover that over with a sheet
to let her speak without having to expose her full self.  Eventually she
explained that she had a problem with shyness and she had body image
problems.  This was very surprising.  For a woman in her late thirties she
was very sexy.  Tall thin-to-athletic build.  Small breasts.  She had a
great smile that seemed to come out of nowhere that made her tasteful blond
highlights shine every brighter.

   She had found out that all her husband wanted for his birthday was a
striptease from her, (followed by an unimaginative blow-job, obviously.)
The more she thought about it the more stressed she became, (partly because
she had found out by snooping in his computer, where all she found was
signs that he really loved her, was 100% faithful and all of the porn
images was women that looked like her.)

   "Sandy would you like to be more confident.  To enjoy stripping for your
husband?" "Yes that would be nice." "Would you mind if Jo watched while you
practice.  She could give you advice." Sandy smiled, which surprised me,
"Oh I'd have no problem with that." "When you go to the beach do you remain
fully dressed?" Sandy scrunched up her face, "no?" "Then some places have
different clothing rules." "Yes" both of the girls agreed, even though I
only intended Sandy to reply.  "Sandy, when you are round at Jo's for the
Coffee Club the house will have the same rules as a hot sandy beach.  In
fact it is your private beach.  Nod your head if you understand." Again it
was both of them that nodded their head.

   I brought them both back up so that they could carry on with their
coffee morning when I suddenly thought that I should clean up after myself,
and make things easier.

   I took them both back down and told them that if anyone asked if they
had been hypnotised, that they would, obviously say no.  I explained to
Sandy that if I started a phrase with, "Sandy, don't you think?" that it
would instantly be clear that she did believe that, and it would be obvious
that she should agree as if it was an idea that she so strongly held that
it was part of who she was.  I brought them back up and I was invited to
join them for coffee.

   After a few minutes I had an idea.  "Sandy, don't you think that
everyone likes you more when, in private you take your shirt off." I also
said that her fingers liked to undo buttons when she was near to Jo, and
that with each button that popped the temperature in the room would go up
seven degrees Celsius.  I told Jo that it was perfectly normal for Sandy to
take off her shirt; that she usually did it during coffee and that there
was nothing very special about it - not even worth thinking about, let
alone mentioning.

   "Sandy, as the temperature in the room goes up you will become sexier
and sexier.  Everyone will become entranced by your movements.  You know
this, but you don't need to notice it or mention it.  You can carry on
talking as normal.  Your sexiness will naturally cause a horniness in
anyone watching and that will give you a thrill that will keep you focused
and slowly moving on with undoing your buttons."

   I let the conversation continue.  My plan was to see if Sandy could
manage that and then I would have her get dressed again and suggest that
she go home and practice her sexy dance for her husband's birthday.  I knew
that I was pushing the boundaries of my own ethics, but it with nothing
more, I reasoned, than I would see at the beach.  There is something
completely different between the hypnosis porn that I used to read and
reality.  That reality was sat right in front of me drinking coffee.

   As the two women talked, Sandy's lithe fingers slowly progressed from
mischievously playing with the buttons on her shirt to undoing them.  She
continued to casually talk about her holiday plans.  She and her husband
had booked a trip to ride Harley Davidson motorbikes from one end of Route
66 to the other.

   It was clear to see Sandy's skin flush a little pinker as the first
button popped.

   She moved back as she laughed at something that Jo said and rolled her
shoulders.  I could see how this movement was causing tension and pulled at
the remaining buttons.  Her fingers continued their new task and I wondered
if part of her mind would think of her playful fingers as being like Jo,
(who can be a very playful person.) Sandy's fingers balanced one button
half way through its hole and then her fingers withdrew to wave in the air
to illustrate her point, but her elbows remained within shoulder width so
that the button remained balanced.  This was when I realised that on some
level Sandy was playing with Jo.

   Jo was mesmerised by the half button that she could see.  Like me she
was probably wondering how long it could hold or which of Sandy's movement
would pop open this next button.  I realised that for Jo this could be used
as an induction.

   Sandy continued to talk and ignore Jo's obvious gawking, just as both of
them almost totally ignored me.  That was when Sandy found a need to
straighten a lock of hair out of her eyes and put it behind her ear.  This
would have been normal in a conversation, but the lock was Jo's.  Jo looked
up as two of Sandy's long fingers made the alteration.  It was the same
movement that caused the half button to slip back through its hole.

   Jo smiled with a genuine warmth that was beautiful - she was so honestly
enjoying the tiny kindness from Sandy that when Jo noticed that she had
missed the pop that she had been waiting for, her disappointment had almost
no teeth.  Jo almost laughed at herself for being distracted from the main
show.  I could see that there were some complicated currents flowing under
the surface between these two women.

   This game continued with the remaining buttons.  There was no order that
I could see, but eventually Sandy was glowing and even gently perspiring.
Her movements where noticeably less flamboyant with the increase in heat
that she was experiencing, and that meant that even with the last button
undone she was able to keep the two edges of her blouse relatively
parallel. The rules of the game had changed to peek-a-boob.

   Eventually Sandy rolled her shoulders, one after the other, (again under
the guise of pretending to imitate the person that she was talking about).
First one, and then the other side of her shirt slid off.  To get the
momentum that she would need to roll the shirt off without having to
removing it with her hands, caused her to swing her lace-covered breasts
from side to side.  It was a ballet of flesh in lace.  I wanted to stand
and applaud.  I imagined that she was a good dancer or had done a lot of
ballet when she was younger.

   For a moment she just sat there with the sleeves piled up at her wrists.
If I had grabbed the body of her fallen shirt and lifted I could have
dropped it over her head which would have pinned her arms behind her back,
(though it would have put a pressure on her airway that I wanted to avoid.)

   Sandy asked Jo, "Do you have any of your famous chocolate truffles to go
with this amazing Kenyan coffee?" Sandy might as well have been asking a
sex starved sailor, that had been forced to turn to piracy, if he thought
she might have a chance of walking his plank.  Her head moved sexily from
side to side, and she punctuated just after famous, by shaping her hands so
that her starchy shirt could tumble to the ground.  I felt like I was
watching a gratuitous advertisement that was using so much sex to sell,
that I no longer remember what the product was.

   Jo licked her lips and just soaked up the huskiness.  It was becoming
very clear that Sandy's gently growing performance was having a very real
affect upon Jo.  Once Jo replied that she wasn't sure I decided that it was
the moment for another time-out.

   I had my suspicions but now it was clear that it was there before any of
my suggestions; Jo fancied Sandy!  But how did Sandy feel about this? 
While Jo went to look through her chocolate and sweet stash I stayed with
Sandy and asked, "Sandy, you are a very good friend of and to Jo, but how
do you feel about her physically?" Without any hesitation Sandy was very
clear.  "I've known that I'm bisexual since before I was even as old as my
seventeen year-old daughter, (who, by the way, isn't even slightly
bisexual).  I sometimes fantasise about Jo while I masturbate and she even
turns up in my head while I'm having sex with my husband."

   So they both wanted to play with each other.  Who am I to stand in the
way of pleasure?

   When Jo returned, (she didn't have any truffles left) I made them forget
that I was there at all and has Sandy and Jocelyn start to make out.  I
considered using the, "They would both be embarrassed when I 'found them'
and the only was for me to keep 'their secret' was for them to invite me to
join them" ploy, but there was a strange purity that I can only describe as
love that didn't invite me, (though it did turn me on.)

   I considered what training they might enjoy and what, if any, anchors I
should set in their minds.  I planned to Hokey-poky, (take then in and out
of trance), just to ensure that future sessions would be as easy.  I chose
to coach them with ideas from the sidelines.  Anything that I told them to
do that I started with one of their names would arrive in their head as if
it was their own idea, (except the "ideas with my voice" would be more
compelling.) I asked them to say out loud what they desired from each
other. Where to kiss, where to touch, (but the other would not hear the
words, only feel the implications).  That way they could communicate
directly without any of that hampering embarrassment or self conciousness.

   I moved the action to Jo's large double bed and let them continue as if
there had been no pause.  They progressively removed their own and each
others clothing and continued to kiss and stroke each other.  It was clear
that they both wanted to touch and be touched, but they seemed to be
hovering in some sort of stalemate.  This was my moment, to get them past
the lesbian sheep stand-off.

   From my hetero-normal perspective I expected one to dominate the other,
or at least one to do the other.  It wasn't clear metaphorically who should
be on top.  It was clear that they both wanted to be totally naked
together, (I had hoped that Sandy would keep her hold-ups on, but Jo
removed one and Sandy removed the other.) I thought that progress had to be
made beyond all of this lovely kissing, (maybe I was wrong.) It was
possible that naked kissing was all that they wanted from each other, but I
presumed that more was progress.  As Jo sometimes said, "More!  Because
more."

   "Jo push Sandy gently, but firmly onto her back and kiss your way down
to between her legs." From there Jo spent over ten minutes enjoying lapping
at Sandy's clit and labia without any prompting.  I thought that they would
both benefit from taking this slowly, so as Sandy was lining up for a rapid
take-off I again intervened in her rolling gyrating gasping.  Jo had kissed
her way down Sandy's body, but as she did she had ended up partly across
Sandy's lap.  ( I had intended Jo to slide down rather than across, but
this was going to be another fortunate turn of events.)

   "Jo, you want to lift your left knee over Sandy's body." As Jo complied
I orgasmed, (I really must stop making a habit of this.) Jo's leg movement
was just too much for me and my own enjoyment exploded.  Once I had
composed myself and my own cum was starting to get cold, I noticed that
Sandy had sacrificed her own concentration to start to enjoy licking Jo's
clit.

   "Sandy, suck on one of your fingers and make it all wet, so that you can
slide it into her ass." The two girls continued to kiss and play with each
others pussies.  They found their rhythm where each was stimulating the
others clit while being able to ride her own pleasure.  It took them over
half-an-hour to master this, but by then the beautiful sex music from the
two women was so good that it was making me hard again.  I left them while
I went to wipe the cold cum out of my underwear.

   While I was still on my way back to the bedroom they both came.  Some
part of me liked that they got to share that with each other in private. 
After a lot of smiles, some more kissing and a few giggles they both ended
up lying on their front looking dreamily in my direction.  I realised that
even if they could not consciously see me, that they still expected some
directing.

   I had run out of ideas for them so, it is always nice to have the
classics to fall back upon.  I thought back to all of the porn stories that
I had read.  "Now I'm going to teach you, what is often called the First
Obeisance Position".  I explained the position without demonstrating and
then said, "Sandy - first position" just to see if she would see the
difference.  She knelt down and assumed the position.  "Jo - first
position, next to Sandy." Jo positioned herself next to Sandy and knelt
down into the same position.  "Good enough for a first try.  The second
position that I will teach you is 'Bracelets': It is the default position
for all of my harem." I guess reading all of that porn really had warped my
mind: harem?  Where did that idea come from?  Oh well, the girls seemed to
be enjoying it.
We played around with a few more commands and the positions and
behaviour that they were meant to elicit.  Then, sadly it was time for

Sandy to leave.  Looking back now to that first day I am even more amazed
that it played out as it did.  I was such a bumbling fool.  Over and over
again I got lucky.  I'm embarrassed that it worked so well.  While they
dressed and helped each other I slowly had them erase everything from their
minds.

   I left all of the commands in place but had them both forget everything
from the opening of Sandy's shirt onwards that they had done together
today. After they finished dressing and took some time to brush each others
hair, today was just coffee and chat at the Coffee Club.  I left Sandy with
the desire to sign up for a poll-dancing club so that she could get a few
more pointers for her husband's birthday.  She was going to be something
special.

   -- Copyright 2010-2013 The Master Sabian Coffee Club by The Master
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