duo 1-6
by silli_artie at hotmail dot com
 Copyright 1998 by artie

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of 
the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended 
by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if all youre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you 
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.  

	Duo 1

	Laura clicked the mouse a couple times, picking up todays batch of email.  She waited 
as things rolled in and windows popped open.  

	Tom, whats the command key to forward spam to the FTC? she asked.  

	Tom was at the other desk in their home office, looking through a data book and working 
on a design.

	Apple-F9 for just the Feds, Apple-shift-F9 for the Feds and AOL. he said without 
looking up.

	Laura dispatched the daily batch of spam and started in on more worthwhile mail.

	Tom, remember that client I told you about from earlier in the week? she said a bit 
later.

	Tom put down his pencil, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.  The software geek 
facing his mid-life crisis? Isnt that most of them, feeling that gnawing inside and not knowing 
where to turn? 

	Laura chuckled.  Now darling...  I suggested that he read some Jung... 

	Stages of Life or Interpretation of Dreams? Tom interrupted.  

	Oh, Stages of Life she replied.  Well, he did, and it really struck home.  Hes poured 
out his soul, and ready to commit to some serious regression work.  He also wants me to suggest 
more for him to read. 

	Well, have him read Mysterium Coniunctionis.  Id like to know what the hell it means. 
Tom said.

	Laura laughed out loud and turned to her husband.  

	I thought you liked me telling you about my work. 

	Tom sighed and smiled.  I do darling, it helps you manage your countertransferrence.

	Laura shook her head And a little projected lust doesnt hurt either, does it...

	Tom reached over and squeezed her leg.  Not as long as you work it out with me...

	So what should I do with this one? The Zweig and Wolf Shadows book, or more Jung?

	Tom got a far away look on his face, concentrating, then laughed softly.

	What is it? Laura asked.

	He looked at her, head tilted a little.  Youre trying too hard with these folks.  You of all 
people should realize the process of individuation is an asymptotic one.

	Laura turned her chair a bit so they were knee to knee.  I love it when you talk dirty like 
that.  What is that supposed to mean? 

	Its asymptotic -- its a limit process.  Individuation a la Jung is a goal thats never 
achieved.  Why not go for balancing instead? 

	Laura looked puzzled.  Thats what I do -- stabilize them.  Im a hypnotherapist, not a 
Jungian analyst.  I work with weeks and months, not years.  And I seem to remember youre a 
hardware designer who writes dirty stories on the side, not a Jungian analyst... 

	Tom chuckled.  The stories are therapy darling, they allow my shadow to express itself, 
helping me reach individuation, that elusive balance.  And, theyre what brought us together, 
remember? 

	She smiled and raked his thighs lightly with her nails.  Yes, I do...  But whats the part 
about balancing? 

	Tom sat back and picked up his ever present green engineering pad.  Take this design 
Terry and I are doing.  Its going to be running in an automobile, so it has to work over a very 
wide temperature range.  At the heart is a thing called a phase locked loop.  There are two 
components in there whose product sets the basic operating frequency.  How do you build it so 
its stable over a wide temperature range? 

	Laura sat back as well.  Well, use the most stable components you can, try to insulate 
things...

	Tom nodded.  Good guesses, but not quite right.  You pick components whose 
characteristics will drift with temperature, but you pick them in pairs so their temperature 
induced errors cancel each other out. 

	Laura smiled.  Oh, I see, so it doesnt matter; one part swings one way, the other part 
swings the other way, and the variations cancel out, the product remains the same.

	Right, Tom said, so why not do that with people? 

	Laura sat back again.  What?

	Tom smiled and leaned forward.  Play matchmaker.  Pair up the offsetting needs so each 
will develop and draw out whats needed in the other.

	Laura looked off into space.  Oh, so pair up her, with her subconscious need to 
dominate, with him, who subconsciously wants to get away from being in control all the time... 

	Tom nodded.  Thats it; I think thats about what Jung says in Marriage as a 
Psychological Relationship -- the bond forms first on that subconscious level.  Like with us.

	Laura looked at Tom and smirked.  Yeah, I have tits and you cant get enough of them.

	Tom laughed softly and put his hands on her thighs.  I love you.  Youve brought out so 
much in me, gotten me in touch with so much, helped me to change so much.

	She put her hands on his and smiled softly.  I know darling.  Youve changed so much, 
and so have I.  Im so glad I took the chance.  But wow, pairing people up like that, when they 
dont even know what theyre getting into? I mean, what if theyre, hyper -- what do you call it, 
exploding on contact?

	Hypergolic? Tom said with a laugh.  Youre better than that.  And youve done it 
already.  Remember Dawn and Terry? 

	But they werent clients. she protested.  

	No, but I heard those wheels turning.  Who got them together for the first time? And I 
seem to remember you saying at their wedding that they were just what the other one needed. 

	She smiled, her smile getting tighter as she reached around to her back with both hands 
and unhooked her bra underneath her sweater.  

	Youre right; you are good.  But right now Ive got a projection I need to work off, and I 
know just how to do it. 

	Tom sighed and put his notepad down, hitting the key to shut down his Mac.  As Laura 
started pulling her sweater and bra off over her head, he reached around and did the same on her 
Mac.  

	Laura put her sweater and bra on the desk beside the keyboard.  She tapped the Enter key 
a couple of times so her computer would shut down.  Then she turned to her husband, sitting 
leaning forward in his chair.  

	On you knees, darling, its dream time. 

	Tom sighed softly and slipped down to the floor, going into a light trance.  He felt the 
soft but strong hands pull his head to a nipple and let go as he slipped his arms around her waist.  

	Laura pulled his head to her, feeling the erotic charge tingle through her as he latched on 
to her nipple hungrily.  She held his head, moving it slightly side to side and said Relax and go 
into deep hypnosis for me...

	She let her head fall back as she felt the passion build.  It was an interesting idea; shed 
consider it, but in the morning.  

FINI?

C G Jung The Stages of Life, Interpretation of Dreams from Modern Man in Search of a 
Soul
C G Jung Mysterium Coniunctionis (Bollingen 14)
C G Jung The Psychology of the Transferrence (Bollingen 16)
C G Jung Marriage as a Psychological Relationship (Bollingen 17)
C Zweig and S Wolf Romancing the Shadow

If you only read one of these, read The Stages of Life 

	Duo 2

	Laura looked over at Tom, leaning back in his chair.  

	Whats the matter darling, why so pensive? she asked.  I thought youd like that 
story.

	Tom smiled as he put the paper down.  Yes, I did.  The Magic Trance Dust is an 
interesting idea -- I liked the ambiguity, never finding out if it was real.

	Something youd like to try? she suggested with a low growl.  

	Tom laughed.  Youd have to set me up for it now that Ive read the story.  I think my 
own doubt would be enough to keep me from going into trance.

	Laura raised her head and her eyebrows.  Oh, so you dont think Ive got you 
conditioned deeply enough that I could send you deep into trance like that, with something 
new?

	Tom paused; was this a challenge, and was it one he wanted to make? Time to change the 
subject, and fast.

	Darling, Id do whatever you want, you know that.  And thats what I was thinking of...

	Tom saw her nostrils flare slightly, looked to see her nipples tightening under her blouse 
as she gazed at him and licked her lips.  

	No, I meant consent, and the issues surrounding it. he added, wondering if it was too 
late.

	Laura smiled as she unbuttoned her blouse.  What do you mean darling, dont you think 
that story was consensual? Husband and wife it seemed, she asked him if he wanted to try 
something new, he said yes... She was unbuttoning slowly, deliberately, focused on Tom.  

	I know, said Tom, realizing he was running out of time, thats one of the things I like 
about this author; for the most part his stories involve consensual relationships...

	Like ours? Linda interrupted, caressing the smooth fabric of her bra.  

	Should we save this discussion for another time? Tom asked with a chuckle in his 
voice.

	Laura ran her hands down her bare middle and hooked her thumbs on the waistband of 
her pants.

	No, Im interested... she said, wiggling on the chair to get her pants off.

	Yeah, I can tell. Tom said as he watched his wife slip off her pants, caressing each leg 
as she did.

	Laura sat up in her chair again.  No darling, what is it about consent that you were 
thinking of? She could see the bulge in his pants, see how he moved his hands nervously; she 
knew all she had to do was say the word, make a gesture, and hed drop into trance for her.  

	Tom sighed; he was running out of time and he knew it.  

	Well, so many of these mind control and hypnosis stories are entirely nonconsensual, 
you know Im not comfortable with those. 

	Laura slipped her hands under her panty hose and started slipping them off, slowly.

	And me taking you into trance by surprise, getting you so aroused, so hot, bringing you 
to an incredible climax inside me, what is that? Consensual or not?

	Tom was having a hard time marshaling an argument, his head was buzzing.  Its 
wonderful darling, thats what it is.  Thats the gray area.  I understand that all hypnosis is self 
hypnosis, and I want what you do so much, you know that.  So in one sense Ive given my 
consent.  And, I dont feel you need to get my consent every time.  Im just trying to understand 
the spectrum of consent, from what was in that story, or from what we do, to more hard core 
dom/sub relationships.  I know youd never hurt me darling.  But at what point is that general 
consent vitiated, annulled? 

	I dont know darling... she said as she moved her hands around her back and unhooked 
her bra.  She slid the straps off her shoulders and slowly down her arms.  She looked into Toms 
eyes, holding him in hers as she spoke slowly, softly, using her professional skills as well as her 
feminine wiles.

	But Im so glad to hear I dont have to ask for your consent before each time I ease you 
into a wonderful, peaceful trance, floating so gently in my embrace, letting me take you to that 
soft warm place where you love to be, so hot for me, so hungry for me as you go deeper and 
deeper... She could see his eyes were now closed, his head drifting lower as his elbows rested 
on his knees, his hands held together.  

	She smiled and continued.  And as you let my voice take you deeper, you sink to you 
knees in front of me, so hungry for me... 

	Tom slid to the floor and on to his knees.  Laura slid up to the front of her chair, opening 
her legs wider to give him access.  She saw his nose wrinkle momentarily and then saw him take 
a deep breath through his nose and smile as he caught her scent.

	She put out her hands and guided his head between her legs.  So hungry darling, so 
Ahh... she gasped as his talented tongue found its mark.  So hungry, and you love the way my 
magic trance dust sends you so deep into a trance...  Ohh yes darling, just like that, I love you 
darling...  And you cant wait for me to use my magic trance dust on you, you love the way it 
sends you so deep into a trance... 

	Laura let her head drop back as she held Toms head, letting her eyes close, thinking 
about magic trance dust; theyd have to talk about the limits of consent again some time.

	Duo 3

	Laura and Tom were in the kitchen making lunch.  Inside the house was warm and cozy, 
the sounds of soft music and the crackling fire coming in from the next room, contrasting with 
the cold, wet, stormy weather outside.

	Laura was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  She dipped a finger into the 
peanut butter and put it in her mouth.  She started laughing, a low laugh...

	Tom turned from the refrigerator and looked at her, looked at the grin on her face, her 
finger still in her mouth.  

	I dont know if I like that laugh or not... he said, walking over to her.  Want to tell me 
about it?

	He leaned back against the counter, holding her in his arms.  She nestled into him, putting 
her head on his shoulder.  

	Oh, I was just thinking about one of my favourites, peanut butter and celery...

	But you never eat the celery. Tom said.  

	And we dont have any celery, so I was thinking about another favourite, maybe with 
peanut butter... Laura said, snuggling a little closer, wiggling her hips.

	Tom laughed as he held her.  Promise not to bite? He started rocking her gently side to 
side as he held her close, feeling her burrow into his soft sweater a little more.

	Umm hmmm... she muttered in assent, moving her head a little, settling in.

	A thought popped into Toms head as he held her.  He smiled a little; why not give it a 
try.

	You know darling, Ive wondered sometimes... he said softly, rocking her slowly side 
to side, matching her breathing.  

	When you take me to that wonderful place where Im rocking back and forth, back and 
forth, so comfortable, so safe, so relaxed...  Do you know how wonderful that is...  How 
relaxing...  How safe...  How content...  Rocking back and forth...  Back and forth...  Sinking 
deeper and deeper...  Into relaxation...  Into peace...  Love...  Comfort... 

	He slowed his speech, a word every few seconds as he rocked her slowly, feeling her 
breathing shift, feeling her relax more into him.  Comfort...  Tranquility...  Peace...  Cared for... 

	He felt her tighten a little, moving in his arms.  And you take me to that place, so 
wonderful, so relaxing, and I tighten a little, because I know Im so close, and all I have to do is 
take a breath and let it out, let go to you, relaxing completely, letting go... He felt her take a 
breath, a little ragged.  As she inhaled he moved one hand up to the back of her head and started 
squeezing gently.  He felt her exhale and go limp in his arms, holding her, rocking her.  He 
smiled; it had worked.  

	Letting go completely, sinking down deep into relaxation...  Comfort...  Peace...  
Love...

	He was starting to feel dreamy himself; this was the risk and the lure of autohypnosis, the 
hypnotist following the client into trance.  

	And I wondered, darling, if you ever followed me there, followed me to that warm, 
comfortable place, floating...  Rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...  So 
peaceful...  So content... 

	He held her, rocking slowly, holding her up, holding her close.  He felt himself sinking 
down, almost as if he were in that hammock, laying there on his back, rocking back and forth, 
back and forth.  

	He felt himself slipping and pulled himself up a bit, blinking a couple times, kissing her 
on the head as he held her close.  

	With a soft sigh he started in again.  And you know you can go there with me whenever 
you want, especially when were in bed, holding each other close, rocking...  Drifting...  So deep 
now...  Letting go and drifting off...

	He smiled, holding her, rocking, amazed at the warm feeling he had, not a feeling of 
triumph, but of great peace.  

	But now coming back up with me, leaving that wonderful place for a while, knowing 
you can take me there, join me there whenever you want, coming back up now...  One, taking a 
deep breath...  Two, feeling your body...  Three, eyes open, awake and alert again... 

	Laura took a deep breath, moving against his chest, feeling his strong arms around her, 
holding her so close.  She opened her eyes...  

	And realized what had happened.  She pushed back in his arms a bit, looking into his face 
with an amazed smile.  She expected him to have a cat that ate the canary smile, gloating over 
hypnotizing her for the first time.  Instead, he had that look of peace and contentment he had 
when she brought him out of a trance.

	You actually did it... she finally said.  

	Did what? he said, kissing her on the forehead.  

	She pulled back, his arms still around her waist, holding their hips together.

	You hypnotized me, you did it, I didnt know what hit me... 

	He smiled and shook his head side to side.  No darling, I didnt hypnotize you, I helped 
you hypnotize yourself, just as youve done so many times before...

	She laughed.  Who have you been talking to? What have you been reading?

	He sighed.  What darling? Its called autohypnosis, its what happens when you take me 
to that wonderful place, and you join me there... He was looking in her eyes again, rocking her 
again, his eyes sliding slowly to half mast...

	And she felt herself slipping down again as well, easing into his embrace, easing again 
into trance...

	Oh, youre good...  But now youre doing mutual hypnosis...  This is wonderful 
darling...  I guess Ive wondered when this would happen...  You know now youre going to have 
to study, endless hours of study, of practice...

	He smiled.  But Ive done that already, studying under one of (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) the best, certainly the most 
beautiful. He kissed her forehead again.  

	She threw her arms around his chest and squeezed him tight.  Oh, Im going to get you 
for that...

	He laughed and squeezed back.  Before or after the peanut butter? 


	Duo 4

	Tom and Laura were sitting in their home office, Tom going over email, Laura revising 
notes from the day.  

	Tom let out a sigh.

	Laura turned to him.  What is it, darling? 

	He turned from his screen, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.  I got a note from 
Peter.  He liked the last batch of stories I posted...

	She said So did I...  I like his as well.  We should visit Australia, Id like to meet him.  
But what else did he say, he said something thats bothering you.

	Tom smiled, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.  Thats the problem being married to 
a therapist, you cant hide anything. 

	Laura laughed.  No you cant...  So are you going to tell me, or do I have to squeeze it 
out of you... She growled the last part.  

	Tom sighed.  Ill tell you, and you can squeeze the rest out of me later...  It goes back to 
that consent thing, voluntary or involuntary, what are the limits on consent.

	Laura leaned back smiling.  Oh, I liked the last time we talked about consent... She 
wiggled her hips, placing her hands at the sides of her breasts and moving suggestively.

	Tom laughed, knowing where this was leading.  Let me finish my thought first, and you 
need to make sure I pee first before we make love, Im a lot more comfortable.

	Laura stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout and put her hands over her breasts in false 
modesty.  I havent known you to complain before... 

	Tom laughed again.  Im not complaining lover, please believe me...  I wanted to talk 
about Peter, about consent.  I thought you were interested. 

	She laughed a bit and sat up, putting her hands in her lap, smiling.  Yes, I am interested.  
What was it that Peter said? 

	Tom wrinkled his brow a bit.  Well, he said he liked the last one, especially the chunk of 
Liz over Time I sent him, but he prefers to stay away from stories where men are turned into 
slaves. 

	Laura said And that bothered you?

	Yes, in a couple of ways.  First, I dont see Liz as a slave story. 

	Okay, and second?

	Tom grinned.  His stuff is so male dominant...  I was wondering if he has a soft spot 
there...  I could almost sense a barrier going up... 

	Laura laughed.  Youre more of an analyst than I am some times.  So, what bothers 
you?

	Tom shook his head.  I dont know.  It gets back to the consent thing.  When I think of 
slave stories, I think of nonconsensual, highly nonconsensual, a taking, taking of will, of 
freedom.  I see Liz as consensual, giving.

	Laura leaned forward a bit.  This is important to you.  How about us? 

	Tom smiled.  Ours is a consensual relationship.  Remember our wedding vows?

	Laura nodded.  Yes, Our so-called minister didnt though, not understanding why it was 
important to say I give myself  rather than I take you...

	Thats part of it, he said, nodding his head, an important part, giving rather than 
taking.  Ive given myself to you, opened myself to you...

	But youve written nonconsensual stories... 

	Tom moved back a bit.

	Look at the early ones, Carpet Laid and Private Tasting.  Neither of those had anything 
like prior informed consent. she said.  Wonderfully female dominant.

	Tom nodded and smiled.  Yes, thats true, but theyre also hopelessly romantic.  And in 
both the male gives his consent afterwards.  Same in Night Flight, with some discussion of the 
issue. 

	Laura nodded.  So what is it about the slave thing that bothers you? Is there something 
about it that intrigues you? 

	Tom tilted his head, wrinkling his brow again.  I dont know... 

	Laura smiled a bit.  Would you like to try it, have me force you to do things?

	Tom sighed.  I dont know.  Ive already given myself to you, theres nothing for you to 
take.  You know Id do whatever you asked, willingly.

	Laura suddenly said On your knees.  Kiss my toes. 

	Tom smiled and moved to his knees, quickly moving to kiss her toes.  After a moment 
she leaned over and raise his head up.  He sat on the floor in front of her, smiling.  I love you. 
he said.  

	She frowned, then smiled.  I know.  I love you too.  I guess I dont have it in me -- 
maybe I need the leather, the whip. She moved her right hand and arm simulating swinging a 
whip.  

	Tom wrinkled his forehead again.  Thats part of what I dont understand, the pain and 
punishment part.  I cant see you inflicting pain. 

	She looked down and smiled.  How about punishing you when youve been a bad boy?

	Tom laughed, fiddling with something from one of his pockets.  No, that doesnt work.  
You know I do whatever you ask.  If I dont its because I didnt understand what you wanted.

	Laura gave him a wicked grin.  So if you dont do what I want, its my fault for not 
making myself clear? I believe thats called topping, slave -- that insolence will get you a 
spanking for sure! 

	Tom looked at her intently and said I understand pain as part of an intense experience.  I 
know how you react when I pinch your nipples at just the right moment.

	Laura took a deep breath through her nose.  Yes, or when I pinch yours when youre 
moaning on the edge, or use my nails on your thighs. 

	But pain for no reason, humiliating or degrading another, why? I dont understand that.

	Laura sighed.  I suppose neither do I.  I deal with it, analyze it, treat it, testify...  So 
whats the answer? Whats the rule? 

	Tom smiled.  Love is the law, love under will.  Do what thou wilt is the whole of the 
Law.

	Laura took a breath.  Crowley...  I thought you were too busy reading Jung?

	Tom chuckled.  The Equinox is just as difficult reading in parts, and very entertaining.  
Aleister and Carl say the same things in a number of areas.  They make much more sense than 
that Austrian character with the cigar.

	Lauras eyes went wide.  That will get you in trouble in a number of camps!

	Tom shrugged his shoulders.  View of a nonspecialist.  So what are you going to do with 
me?

	She grasped his shoulders, looking intently and overly dramatically into his eyes.  
Subjugate you to My Will... 

	He smiled.  Too late.  My will is to do yours. 

	She said Defiance! Defiance will not be tolerated! I... 

	Tom turned his head suddenly and said What was that? looking over his shoulder.

	Laura looked up toward the door.  When she looked down at him again, he was smiling, 
with one hand level in front of his face.  

	Trance dust, darling he said, blowing across his hand.  She looked confused, then 
slumped, her eyes closing.  

	Deep trance for me darling, deep relaxing trance. Tom said, watching her relax in the 
chair in front of him.  

	Floating so deep in trance, floating deeper with every breath, so peaceful and relaxed...

	He smiled, moving from his knees up to standing.  Thank you for teaching me darling.  
Rest here, every sound you hear, every breath you take, every beat of your heart takes you deeper 
and deeper, as deep as you want.

	Tom walked out of the room; he really had to go to the bathroom.  After that...

	Did he hear a muffled laugh from the office? 


	Duo 5

	Tom had gotten home first, putting dinner in the oven.  When Laura got home, they 
hugged and kissed briefly, They set the table, washed up, and soon sat down to dinner.

	The candles lit, Tom raised his wine glass to Laura.  Cheers, darling. 

	She smiled and clinked her glass to his lightly.  Cheers.  Take your vitamins.

	A few minutes into dinner Laura asked So how was your day? with a smile.

	Tom put down his fork and sighed.  What is real? I dont know anymore. 

	Laura said So you liked my phone call this morning? 

	Tom sighed again.  It was incredible darling.  Thank you so much.  What led you to 
that?  Why?

	Laura laughed as she cut up the chicken on her plate.  Oh, the usual.  One client who 
says she wants to stop smoking, but she really doesnt, another who wants to lose weight but 
doesnt want to change the way she eats, another who is bulimic, a referral.  I called you between 
obesity and bulimia.

	Tom chuckled.  Well, Ill stick to hardware design.  Your call was incredible.  You had 
me so lost, floating, rocking back and forth.  I was in another world.

	Laura smiled softly.  Good.  Im glad you enjoyed it.  So why the frown? 

	Tom shook his head again.  I dont know whats real anymore.  Fred walked by my 
office; he said he saw me sitting up straight, eyes closed with the phone headset on.  I felt as if I 
was on my back in that hammock, rocking back and forth, back and forth. 

	Well, thats what you were supposed to feel.  I thought you liked that.

	Tom reached over and held one of her hands.  I do.  Its wonderful.  Do you remember 
that weekend, up at the cabin? I think that was the first time you hypnotized me.

	She nodded, a far away look in her face.  Ill always remember it.  I took you into trance 
that afternoon, then after dinner, then deepened it before bed...

	Tom squeezed her hand.  And I was up half the night eating you, making love, and the 
next morning after breakfast Im still worn out and you had me lay down in that hammock, and 
you started rocking me... 

	She started stroking his hand softly.  Back and forth, back and forth, so relaxed, so 
comfortable...  Wake up darling. 

	Tom popped his head up, shaking it briefly.  See, there you go again...

	You must really need it then darling, something else must be going on.  You went so 
deep for me that morning.  But what has this to do with whats real?

	Tom smiled.  Even though Fred says I was sitting up, I felt as if I was laying down, 
rocking.  And I know you took me really deep; whenever you do that, I wake up with my right 
knee and my neck a little sore, just like they were that morning at the cabin.

	Laura frowned.  Im sorry about that...  You should have told me.  I can take care of 
that.

	Thats okay.  Its part of what I dont understand.  What I was feeling in trance wasnt 
real but felt that way, and the sensations I had afterwards, when I came out of trance this 
morning were? And last week...  Did we really make love on some incredible fur coat, or was 
that suggestion? Or a few weeks ago in front of the fire on a fur rug? What was real, what 
wasnt?

	Laura smiled and held his hand.  Whats the difference? Whats the difference now? 
Does it matter if one was real or not? How would that change your memories?

	Ted frowned and sighed, stabbing a few more green beans with his fork.  I dont know.  
Im off in that state where the trees arent trees anymore.  I know you can tell me to feel cold, or 
hot, and it happens.  I just wonder about the limits...

	So think back to the fur rug in front of the fire place, and then the fur coat.  Close your 
eyes for a moment and feel them.  Thats good.  Compare them.  Does one have more detail, 
less? How are they different? 

	Tom opened his eyes.  I remember the perfumed collar of the coat; that was intense.  I 
also remember the rug, the subtle variations in colour and texture, feeling it press into my back 
with you on top of me, feeling the fur in the crack of my ass, feeling it sticking slightly to sweaty 
skin.

	Laura smiled.  Well, if it makes any difference, the coat I borrowed from Dougs wife 
Karen.  We can borrow it any time we want -- she doesnt wear it any more; not politically 
correct or some such nonsense.  The fur rug in front of the fire was a terrycloth towel, aided by 
your incredible imagination.

	Tom grunted as he chewed, chasing things with a sip of wine.  Wild, he said.  The 
memories of both are so intense, so detailed. 

	And with your imagination, the more you dredge for detail, the more detail youll come 
up with.  Thats one of the problems with assisting memory recall under hypnosis.

	Tom grunted again.  Like my symbol in meditation; the more I meditate on it, the more 
detailed it becomes, the detail flowing out of, I dont know where, somewhere deep inside. 

	Exactly.  And from meditation youve learned to let those images bubble up, to observe 
them with a minimum of involvement during the process.

	Tom shook his head.  Oho -- dont get me started on observation without change in the 
observer -- Heisenberg says it cant happen, and I agree.

	Oh I agree as well, thats why I said a minimum of involvement.  You experience it at 
one time, analyze it at another.  Like with dream recall.

	Tom smiled.  I know if I push too hard recalling dream detail, Ill get more than what 
probably happened.  So what is real? Tom asked, putting down his fork and holding her hand in 
both of his.  

	Laura put down her wine glass and put her other hand on his.  Tomorrow is still in 
darkness; yesterday is covered in veils; that leaves us with now. She raised his hands to her lips 
and kissed them.  

	Duo 6

	Tom started laughing softly as he looked at his computer display.

	Laura turned and said What is it, darling?

	Tom turned away from his computer, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with one 
hand.

	A comment I got on my stories; its funny how things come together some time.

	Laura moved her chair closer to him, putting one hand on his leg, the other rubbing the 
back of his neck.

	Care to tell me about it? she asked

	Mmmm...  Not while youre doing that...

	She chuckled and withdrew her hand.  Then she raked the nails of both hands suddenly 
along the insides of his thighs, causing him to tale a quick breath and sit up.

	Okay! Ill talk! Tom said quickly, grabbing his wifes hands.  But promise youll save 
that thought?

	Laura chuckled again, kneading his thighs gently.  Ill save it for a while.  Now what 
was it?

	Tom let go of her hands and slid his chair back a few feet.

	Its a comment I got on some of my mc stories; it got me to thinking.

	Laura slid her chair a bit closer; Tom put out a foot and tried to push her back.

	Well, youve got me thinking as well. she growled.

	Do you want me to tell you or not? he asked.

	She gave a mock pout and moved back a couple feet.  Okay, is it long and involved?

	Tom laughed.  Thats the funny part about it, exactly.

	Laura frowned, looking puzzled.

	Tom leaned back, closed his eyes, and rubbed them again while he spoke.

	This person commented that he likes the long and detailed inductions I describe in many 
stories, especially in the chunks of Liz over Time Ive posted so far.  That got me to thinking.  
Especially when I started reading stories of the genre, one way I tended to evaluate stories was 
how detailed and realistic the induction methods were.  I guess I still do that.

	Laura shrugged her shoulders, then said So?

	Tom opened his eyes and smiled.  Its like someone staring in a restaurant window, 
looking, imagining, trying to describe things never having tasted them.

	She tilted her head, questioning.

	Im sorry darling, Im still figuring it out.  When you hypnotize me anymore, do you use 
long inductions?

	She chortled mildly.  Maybe as long as a minute...

	Right, he said, after so many wonderful times, you dont need lengthy inductions.  
Thinking about what happens, its as if you start using that particular cadence and tone of voice, 
and something inside me says oh, its time to go into a trance and Im there.

	She nodded.  Thats right -- thats the difference between inducing the trance state and 
deepening it.  When we start out, you go into a light trance and have to work at deepening it.  
With practice though, you go very quickly into much deeper states.  Thats the challenge of the 
so-called shock or instantaneous inductions; you get the altered state very quickly, but its 
usually shallow and very short lived; so you have to deepen it quickly before the person 
recovers.

	Like with the Erickson handshake induction?

	Yes, or the Bellevue Zap -- ask Josie or one of your instructors about that, she added 
with a smile.

	He sighed.  I do still enjoy hearing your voice and the lengthy, seductive process.  But, 
its all over in the first twenty or thirty seconds anymore.

	She said Youre getting very good at going deep really quickly.  And I enjoy the lengthy 
process as well, even though I know you go deep quickly.  It gives me time to get good and 
aroused, for one thing...

	Tom laughed.  I hadnt thought of that aspect of it.

	Laura looked intently at Tom.  Youve talked about part of it in the last section of Liz 
over Time -- people planning lengthy, seductive inductions for your character, and hes under in 
the first few seconds.  You ought to expand it a little more to cover the needs of the seductress.

	She took a breath and then continued, her voice shifting.  As she weaves her spell, 
taking her victim deeper and deeper into a wonderful seductive trance...

	Tom looked at her with wide eyes momentarily, then smiled and sighed.

	Laura gave him a low laugh as she slid her chair over to his, taking his head in her hands.

	As she weaves her spell, taking him deeper and deeper into a wonderful trance, she 
gives herself time to get hotter and wetter, feeling her nipples tighten as he sinks deeper and 
deeper.  She feels her heat grow as she watches him grow and he falls deeper and deeper into her 
spell.

	Toms eyes were closed; she moved his head around slightly, practically holding him up.

	She looked around their office.  There was enough empty space on the floor next to the 
desks to take him here and now.  She chuckled to herself; they really should put a futon in this 
room.

FINI
by silli_artie at hotmail dot com
http://www.asstr.org/~artie
