In order to understand the basic principles of this piece you must first read part 1, "The Beginning."
Raul Martinex
He's getting too much sex!
This was my diagnosis after my first meeting with Raul Martinez. Raul was a 31 year old unemployed tennis pro. (I thought he was a gigolo.) He had been recently married to Alicia Mendoza, heir to the Mendoza real-estate/shopping center fortune. They were both second generation Cuban Americans.
Alicia's father had been a successful doctor in Cuba. In the early 70's he and his new wife escaped the Castro regime and emigrated to Miami where he prospered, multiplied and became very successful in real-estate. The family holdings consisted of a vast array of apartments, four large office buildings and two shopping centers. Alicia was the only member of the family active in the day-to-day operation of this empire. She had taken over the reigns of the business last year after her father suffered a fatal heart attack.
Alicia and Raul lived in the Mendoza estate with her 41 year old invalid mother, Maria, her mother's 35 year old maiden sister, Victoria Lopez, and Alicia's 18 year old sister, Lidia.
Alica and Raul had only been married a few months when she brought him to me because he was listless and often unable to perform sexually.
Under hypnosis, Raul wouldn't tell me anything but I got the underlying feeling that, whatever his problem was, he was ashamed of it. I decided that the only way that I could find out what was wrong was to get into his mind through the process I called "internal joining." The first step was to implant the post hypnotic suggestion that he wanted to have sex with me.
[Clinical note; a person will not do anything under hypnosis that they wouldn't do when completely awake. Under hypnosis you can remove some of the inhibitions that would normally bar a person from doing a particular activity.]
The moment I brought Raul out of his hypnotic state he began his subconsious "courtship" of me. He puffed out his chest, preened, strutted and ran his hands through his long, black, wavy hair. He was a handsome devil and he knew it. On a pretext of examining a tattoo on his arm I ran my hands over his shoulders. He immediately stripped off his shirt to show me another on his back. I could tell he was very proud of these "works of art" so I made the proper OH and AH sounds. I couldn't help but notice that there was already a bulge appearing in his pants.
I had broken the ice, so he did not object when I told him that I needed to do a complete physical examination of his body. I slipped into the other room and quickly removed my panties from underneath my mini skirt while he disrobed. [I never wear a bra.] When I returned, he was sitting on the examination table with his hands self-consciously covering his privates. To ease his discomfort I started by examining other parts of his body. I noticed that his erection had subsided somewhat. Then, I had him lay, face up, on the examining table with his hands by his side.