This is my first story in several months. This story does not contain any incest or wild sex. It emphasises hypnotic technique. I hope you enjoy it and vote. Five is nice. MH
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I'm 48 years old and frustrated. I've been divorced for a year and the single's bars are just not my thing. I want action and I am clueless. I am an investment banker by trade and a hypnotist by avocation. I am tall and well built, go to the gym every day. None of which has helped my sex life. The young things at the gym seem too young and the women I think I would be interested in don't appear.
I was thinking all this as I was running to the gym for my morning workout. I decided I was going to get one of the "young things."
I went to one of the many elliptical trainers and started pedaling. The machine next to me was a treadmill with one of the "young things" on it. She was 5 feet 4 inches tall and lovely. Probably 28 years younger than me.
"Hi," I said, "I've seen you here almost as often as I am here. You must really like to exercise."
"Not really, I'm just scared not to."
"How is that?"
"I've got to keep up with all of the other girls. If I fall behind with my looks, I'm lost."
I was pedaling along at a high speed without breathing hard. "I can make it easier for you."
"How can you do that?"
"When you finish the treadmill, we'll go out to the patio and I'll tell you. No charge."
She looked at me quizzically. "Sure, what do I have to lose."
I didn't respond. When she stopped, about fifteen minutes later, we went to the patio. There was a soft drink machine near the door. The patio was empty.
"Can I get you a soft drink?"
"Thank you," she said, "I'll drink my water. Tell me what you were talking about."
We were at a small table. I took my Diet Coke and sat next to her. "I'm Mike."
"I'm Cheryl, hello."
"Cheryl, what I can do for you is teach you to use concentrated thought to make your actions easier and more effective. Look at me, I certainly don't look like I'm almost 50, do I?"
Her mouth fell open. I definitely didn't. "What is concentrated thought?"
"It is the ability to focus completely on what you are doing to the exclusion of everything else and to focus all of your energy on whatever you are working on."
Breathless. "How do I do that?"
"I can train you to do it."
"Will you, please?"
"I'll consider it. First I need to see if you are capable of that much concentration. Close your eyes and picture yourself in a coma where all you can hear will be your heartbeat. I will tell you when to stop by touching your arm. Now!" I said now sharply.
She closed her eyes and her head fell backwards. At first she was squeezing her eyes, but soon they were just closed gently and I could tell her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. I let her stay that way for about two minutes. I touched her arm. She opened her eyes and sat up. "Will I be able to do it?"
"Yes, I would say so. I have a studio where I work. When can you come by?"
"I'm out of school at 2:00 I could be at your studio by 3."
"Here is my card, I'll see you at three."
She would do just fine. She just about put herself in a deep trance. This was going to be a new experience for me. I had never used hypnosis without permission. I had certainly never used it to obtain sex. To say I was anxious, is understating it dramatically.
At 3:00 sharp Cheryl showed up at my studio. It was a two room loft. High ceiling with a downstairs work area and a balcony that had a large bed that I would use occasionally, if I didn't feel like going home. She was wearing a dressy sweat outfit. Powder blue with white trim.
"Well, here I am. I'm ready for you to make my exercise more productive."
"Come on in." I took her hand and led her to a couch in the office.
"First, describe your routine to me?"
"It's pretty unfocused. I get to the gym and walk on the treadmill until I get bored and then I'll get the big medicine ball and do stretches. Sometimes I'll work on some of the leg machines and rarely I'll do upper body stuff."
She was looking embarrassed as she told this to me.
"How often do you go to the gym?"
"Every day."
I didn't really care about any of this, but I wanted to create realism and credibility. "What are you studying?"
"Criminal Justice. I hope to go on to law school or maybe a police department."
"We need to get you focused. What parts of your body where you trying to work on?"
"Basically, the whole thing. I want to be totally tight, no fat."
"Close your eyes." She did.
"Picture yourself walking on the treadmill at a very fast pace. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"As you walk your mind will get totally blank and you will only hear my voice. You will not want to speak or move, just the walking on the treadmill. Faster and faster. Your focus on the treadmill is total. You can feel yourself tiring, it is getting harder and harder to walk, but you keep walking. The effort is straining you. You can feel yourself passing out, but you keep walking." She was starting to breath deeply.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"How do you feel?"
"Tired."
She was laying on the couch with her head resting on the top of the padded back. Her arms were flopped at her side as her diaphragm went in and out. She looked unconscious. I touched her eye lid and pulled up. Her eyes were rolled up.
"Are you still walking?"
"No, I collapsed."
Her legs were splayed in front of her. I took her heels and pulled her legs in front of her. I held them so they would be straight out. "I am holding your legs. Make them stiff and hold them here."