I went to see my therapist. I'm working on some meditation techniques. Anyway, the therapist asked about my day and for some reason I mentioned your email. We discussed your story (briefly, no details other than you occasionally stripped naked when at the doctor's office). She said it was ok if I wanted to strip down for my meditation sessions.
Ok! Her office is a quiet space with a comfortable sofa, large leather chair, candles, and pair of yoga mats on the floor. There is also a desk and bookshelves as a therapist office is likely to have, but those feel more like wall paper or decorations that mean little to nothing when in meditation.
I stripped down, putting my clothes on the back of the sofa. When I turned around, the therapist was holding out a blanket to me, "Here, put this on the sofa when you lie down."
"Oh, Ok. I can lay down on the yoga mat if you'd prefer."
"It's up to you," she said looking down at the mats. "I don't want you to be cold on the floor."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." I laid down flat on my back, legs straight, feet slightly apart, hands with fingers interlocked above my lower ribs. I focused on my breathing.
In a normal session, I lay out on the sofa, soft music plays in the background, while the therapist talks me through breathing and images from the leather chair. I hear her words, but I don't really pay attention to the location of her voice.
Today started much the same way, except I was on the floor, eyes shut, and naked. She asked me to focus on my breathing, then walked me through focusing on each aspect of my body, starting with the hair on my head. Again, I normally don't pay much attention to the music, but today I realized she has speakers in all four corners of the room and the music was rotating around in the speakers. It gave me the effect of spinning (which was really cool).
As her words focused on my chest, then hands, paying attention to the feeling of my fingers interlaced, and the slow rising and falling of my chest in rhythm with my breathing. Her voice was rotating around the room as well, only in the opposite direction of the music. Rather than give me the sense of spinning, which might have happened if they were both moving in the same direction, it gave me a sense of floating. I felt as if I was raising up off the floor.
She had turned on an area heater. I felt the warm air lightly caressing my skin.
The words of the therapist moved my focus to my legs, thighs, then calves, then feet. After the feet she had me push my sensations out the bottom of my feet, extend my awareness to the room. As I reached out through my feet, she asked me to unlace my fingers and reach my arms out to the side. Same as with the feet, the therapist asked me to extend my awareness out the tips of fingers to feel the room around me.
Normally, I don't talk, but after a few minutes of this, she asked me to describe the room. I spoke about the warm arm and the swirling colors, rather than the furniture. She asked, "Is there anything in the room with you?"
"No, your voice, and soft colors, blues and golds slowing floating over me."
"Just on you top?"
I thought for a moment, "No, all over, front, back, along my arms and legs, through my hair."
"Good. You say my voice is with you?"
"Yes."
"What does it look like?"
Initially, I pictured her face, but then she melted into a soft figure of a woman with skin of blue and gold. I tried to describe this to my therapist. As I did, I realized the woman was naked as I was and I felt my cock begin to grow. Slowly the room returned to the therapist's office with her sitting naked (albeit blue and gold) in her leather chair.
The awareness of my cock, slowly pulled my attention out of meditation. My therapist caught my loss of focus and pulled me back into the moment. "Listen to my voice. Focus on my voice. Let the colors, the music, and my voice float around you."
The room returned to swirls of color, her body floated about me. As she spoke I felt her voice touch my chest, my legs, my arms, my hair. Each place she mentions, the imaginary woman touched. Thinking back on it, she moved too quickly from one part to another for the imaginary woman to actually touch each part, and yet, she didn't seem to be moving fast. It was all very calm.
Eventually, my therapist moved her voice to discussing my cock. As her voice described my erection, I could feel the hands of the imaginary woman caressing it. She continued to speak, focusing my thoughts on the aroused state of my penis. The imaginary woman began sucking on my cock. Even though my breathing remain slow and even, I could feel myself building to an erection.
The therapist must have known I was about to cum. Her voice grew faster and more insistent with her descriptions. She asked, "Is the woman still there?"
"Yes."
