My first ever adult hypnosis stage show. Whoever would have thought I'd be attending one of these? My hands sitting relaxed in my lap, I give no signs of my nervousness. I want to be involved but not in front of so many... strangers. I try to keep my breathing under control, even as my hands tremble and my heart thunders within my breast. The dress I picked to wear tonight is one of my favorites. Soft and clingy, yet swaying with every step, it fits me well. And the color, a shell pink, brings out my skin tone so splendidly.
You start in on the act, creating laughter with your words and calming with your tone at the same time. Creating rapport with the entire audience. Then you start in on your test, to see who would be a good fit for your seats at the front for the real show. I follow your voice, my eyelids trying and failing to stay open. They droop closed and then as you describe the balloon tied to one wrist and then the other one becoming heavier and heavier, my arms slowly rise and lower at the same time until they are almost scissored. Even in my fear that I'll be picked, I can't seem to stop myself from reacting.
You continue on, then start selecting people to come up to the front. You have let the audience know that you may be adding people throughout the event as you see them. My nervousness does not dissipate. I don't react to everything as everyone in the seats up front do, but my eyelids remain heavy never the less. Some of the things presented are hilarious and some are interesting and even intriguing. I'm very glad I wasn't picked for this part. There is a sense of wonder even with feeling so timid. My eyes are glued to the scene, when they aren't drooping, and there is an energy in the air that is tantalizing.
The act is finished and you continue the show, talking about a technique you've been taught that you'd like to show us and finally my courage regains ground and I raise my hand to volunteer. I want to experience it. My heart speeds up more when you select me and I slowly make my way to the front. Sitting primly in the seat, I place my hands softly in my lap, keeping them in place so that no one can see my hands trembling. I keep my head down, except when I'm looking at you, to keep the audience from seeing my nervousness and fear. I focus on your voice and then as you place your hands on my face, I focus on you. Then I'm gone, as if someone hit a switch and turned my brain off. I am being held and rocked by you as you speak softly to me and then bring me back to full consciousness. Truly amazing.
The evening continues and conversation is had by many and fun is had by yet others. We sit at tables and eat the snacks that are being served. You walk up to the table and start to introduce yourself. You get so far as to says "I am" before you pause and I interject with "cute?" nearly causing a couple of people physical distress as they were not expecting me to be so forward. You thank me and continue speaking with others at the table. As the night goes on, I see you in various areas, speaking with others attending the event.
I mention to one or two others that I find you interesting. And then a while later, you find me sitting and taking my hand, you lead me to the center of the room. Swaying in time with the music, your string of butterflies that you are wearing are lit up and catch my attention. I mention about how lovely they are and then you are holding one, swaying it even as we are swaying, your words spoken go into my ears and straight to my brain. The world becomes soft and yielding, your hands guiding even as your voice takes me deeper and deeper. You dance with me and twirl me around, only to find that I cannot make the full twirl. I lose my balance and you catch me, keeping me from truly falling.Your voice and your eyes keep me in place, moving in time with you and being held close, hips to hip as the dancing continues. Waking me softly, our lips meet in a kiss so soft but full of energy waiting to be tasted.
Relinquishing your hold, I float gently back to where I was, my mind hazy with the events that have happened thus far. My friends giggle and glance at me knowingly. I have had a taste but want more. Ever more. Throughout the evening I speak with people, making acquaintances and perhaps even new friends. And still my mind lingers on more. I look through the crowd, watching others making new friends, meeting with old, generally enjoying themselves. It is a good evening.
My friends and I retire and knowing we'll be back again the next day, I go without hesitation, knowing you'll be there as well. Sleep comes quickly and takes me with a fierceness, butterflies flitting through my dreams with fingers gently guiding themselves across my face and voices speaking softly in my ear. Morning comes all too soon, disturbing dreams of wanting need and desire.
Attending your class this day, I beg leave from my friends as I have much interest in what you have to teach. This class being a physical class, with each person in the group pairing up with another, I decided to actually not participate. I'm not comfortable with doing something this... intimate with the others in the room. I chose a seat in the middle of the room so that I can watch you as you work, and watch the other "class mates" as they interact with each other. You are graceful in your motions, strong yet yielding, like a tree, only a bit softer.
Eventually you notice me sitting there alone and you come over to ask if I'd like a partner. I decline, with the excuse that I'm enjoying watching what is going on. And it's true that I do, but there is a growing part of me that would like to try the exercises going on. I continue watching silently and a bit later, you ask again if I'm sure I'm fine as I am. I repeat that I am and you move on, working with each pair of partners individually. Finally, just before the end, my curiosity has gotten the better of me and I ask you if you would try the induction with me once the class is over. You agree and I smile, happy that you have not denied me this.
Once the class is over and the others have left, you find me seated as I was during the class. Your hand reaches down for mine and I stand, facing you as your bend your forehead to meet with mine, your eyes gazing and capturing my full attention. No words are spoken as you sway with me and my eyes droop then shut of their own accord. You continue swaying with me, holding me steady as you do so. The world goes fuzzy and then you are lowering me to the ground, laying me down with my lap in your head. Your hand caresses my face, your words finally surfacing as you speak softly in my ear.
My body warms to your words and your head lowers into a kiss. The energy you present warms me further and your suggestions carry that warmth throughout my body until every fiber of my being is burning with desire. My will is yours as you direct me, my cries of orgasm bursting forth to crash against the walls of the room. Waking me slowly, my desire has not yet abated and I kiss you passionately, my lips meeting yours, returning every ounce of energy you gave me, giving you more than you expected. Your kiss returns even more passionately than before and in the wake of the kiss, all clothing has been left behind.
The pillows piled on one side of the room, create a makeshift bed as we tumble backwards into them. My hands on you, I can't stop them. Caressing, stroking, building the fire within you, it's all I can do as my own body trembles with desire. My thighs are slick, and prove how willing I am. Your hand reaches down and spreads my legs before you position yourself above me, plunging in, taking, plundering reaching as deeply as you can. My back arches with the intense sensations as the orgasms roll over me, unbidden and unstoppable.
On and on our dance continues until the passion has been spent and as we lay there, catching our breath, you caress my face and gaze into my eyes once more. When you are certain I've come back to earth and that you have my attention, you speak one word: "Cum." With that word, I orgasm one last final explosive time and realize exactly what has happened. Once I can speak again, I look up at you and grin. All I can say is, "Well, played" before we both burst into laughter and snuggle down for a nap, before heading back to our lives, back to the real world.