## Archive-name: love-slaves

From: njpsych@aol.com (NJPSYCH)

Subject: Love Slaves (Lesbians, Hyper-Sex)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Love Slaves

Lucy and Jill were friends, roommates, and -- recently -- lovers. Jill was a graduate student in English who had rented the spare room in Lucy's apartment. She had previously had several short and long term relationships with men, so she was surprised when she found herself attracted to Lucy's vibrant personality and Scandinavian good looks.

Lucy's voluptuous figure had gained her the attention of many men, but she was comfortable with her lesbian sexuality. She was fascinated by Jill's serious mind and free spirit, as well as by her lithe, athletic body. As their friendship grew, sex seemed an easy and natural next step in their relationship.

Lucy had been using healing visualizations in her occupation as a nurse. She would occasionally guide Jill through some relaxation exercises for stress when the rigors of graduate school felt as if they were overwhelming her. One evening they were sitting in the apartment talking, when Lucy mentioned that she had recently read that some actors were using hyper-empiria to get into the roles they were playing, with astonishing results.

"You mean they actually believe that they are Hamlet or Auntie Mame while they are up there on the stage?" questioned Jill.

"Yes, some actors are able to just lose their own identity and take on the personality of the character they are playing. They've experimented with it in college drama departments, and by all accounts there have been some pretty amazing performances of amateur theatricals."

The conversation lulled comfortably, and Jill yawned as she picked up a collection of erotic stories which she had recently run across at a yard sale. "Wow, listen to this," she exclaimed, and began to read an excerpt from one of the tales.

After a few minutes both women began to feel aroused. "Is that doing for you what it's doing for me?," asked Lucy.

"Sure is," Jill replied. "It's a shame you have to be at work in an hour!"

The next day, both Lucy and Jill were luxuriating in the fact that they both had the day off -- no work, no studying, total freedom! "You know, things were pretty quiet at work last night," said Lucy, "and I got to thinking about what we'd been talking about earlier."

"Which," asked Jill, "the actors who were using hyper-empiria, or the dirty book?"

"Both. What if we combined the two? What if we found a really sexy story, and used hyper-empiria to make us feel like we were the characters, and then acted it out?"

"That's what I love about you," said Jill. "You're so inventive! But one question: how can we both go into hyper-empiria the same time?"

Lucy thought for a moment. "You know, I've been practicing these exercises for some time now, and I'm getting pretty good at it. Suppose after I guide you into hyper-empiria, I'll go into it myself. Then I'll read us one of your hot numbers, and we'll go for it."

Jill's free spirit was intrigued by this idea, and they picked out a story and began setting their "stage." Evening had fallen, so they closed their curtains, placed a big soft quilt on the living room floor, and filled the room with lighted candles. Lucy proceeded to guide first Jill and then herself into hyper-empiria.

As their consciousness changed, their right brains became more dominant, allowing their imaginations to create a world of fantasy which they were able to inhabit just as if they were really there. "And now," Lucy concluded, after she had guided Jill into hyper-empiria and entered it herself, "as we both go higher into hyper-empiria, everything that I suggest will be experienced by both of us just as if it is really happening -- and everything that you suggest will be experienced by both of us that way too. . . . Whatever either one of us suggests will come to be just as real, and just as clear, as anything else. And wherever our imaginations lead us, we will be able to experience it all just as if we are really there."

She began to read a story about two slave girls in a harem -- and as she read the scene about them brushing each other's hair and massaging each other's bodies with scented oils, she began to feel that familiar, soft ache between her legs. As she continued reading about the slave girls' intimate caresses, she saw Jill's own thighs tensing. Casting away the book, she embraced her, and they began undressing each other, using body lotion to act out the erotic massage -- and as they both became totally involved with their fantasy roles, they found themselves thinking and acting as if they really were two harem girls living out the passion of an Arabian night.

Jill poured a puddle of lotion into the cleavage of Lucy's breasts and guided her hands over their ripe fullness. She smoothed the lotion down from Lucy's ribs to her belly, slowly working her way, rubbing and deeply massaging the lower abdomen. Her hands, lubricated with the lotion, squeezed Lucy's flesh, sliding around beneath and grasping handfuls of buttock, until she guided her hands back up around the sides, and once again to Lucy's breasts, which seemed to have swelled even larger, with the nipples standing out like hard, red berries. As Jill continued to caress her, Lucy began to speak in what she imagined to be an Arabic accent:

"You are awakening feelings in me which I never imagined. You touch me with a gentleness which no one else ever has. When the master takes me, he is rough and crude, taking his pleasure and leaving me raw and hurt as he moves on to the next woman. But with you, it's different."

Jill, herself deeply involved in her role, murmured softly, "I am your master now, my dearest -- and I will lead you to joys of which you could not even have dreamed!"

With these words, Jill slid down beside Lucy and sighed, as Lucy began a massage that started with Jill's feet and worked its way up, her strong hands deftly kneading Jill's lean body, all the way to her small, firm breasts. Although her breasts were tiny in comparison to Lucy's, Jill's aureoles seemed to dominate her entire breasts, even when the nipples were puckered up into hard little knots.

Finally, they were both wet, both feeling the insistent pulse beat between their legs. As they caressed each other, they were able to give pleasure as only one can who knows her lover's body as intimately as she knows her own. Soon after Lucy had panted her way through one of the most intense orgasms of her life, Jill began to cry, "Yes, yes, yes . . .YES!" as her body tensed full length in climax.

Even after the couple had returned from hyper-empiria, in the drowsy aftermath of lovemaking, they found that it was still difficult for a time to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Later, as Jill continued to pursue her graduate studies in English, hyper-empiria became for these lovers a living theater to which they would often return in order to explore together some of the finest romantic masterpieces of literature -- not merely as readers, but as active participants in the masterpieces of erotic and romantic literature, tailoring and adapting these experiences to suit their own individual tastes and preferences -- and perhaps (in their view, at least) occasionally improving upon them.

The foregoing story is from my book, "Hyper-Sex: Pathways to Ecstasy," which contains step by step, how-to-do-it instructions for hyper-empiria and auto-empiria, hypnosis and self-hypnosis, and for constructing and using hyper-sex suggestions. For further information, contact njpsych@aol.com

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