I had fully intended to stay in bed when I reached over to turn off my alarm the next morning. I was naked, as instructed. I was exhausted. And I was still hanging on to the small bit of afterglow left.
But, my hair was matted. My body smelled like I slept in a locker room. And the inside of my thighs were sticky and coated with what I used to call "liquid sex". As for my ass? Well, it was obvious I would be washing the sheets later.
So my desire for a shower won out over my desire to stay in bed.
I replayed the night in my head as I cleaned up, slipping into some clean underwear to get a bite to eat. I pulled my phone off the charger to call in sick to work, sure I was going to spend the day on the sofa, watching the video Mark had left me from the night before.
But as I started to call, I remembered that I had taken the previous afternoon off. And had been entirely unproductive in the morning. With a smile, I remembered my date Saturday. It occurred to me that if I didn't go in and at least organized the work, I would be stressed about it over the weekend. And the last thing I wanted was to be stressed for my date with Mark. So, I negotiated with myself that I would go in for a half day, work until lunch to sort things out and set up a plan for Monday, then spend the rest of the day with my laptop, the video, and my panties around my ankles.
I laughed at myself as I walked into the office. This was stupid. I would never be able to concentrate. Hell, I couldn't even walk straight with my ass aching the way it was. It hurt and made me smile at the same time, as it brought back the memory of the night before.
Convinced I was going to be unproductive, I proved myself wrong. I was strangely focused. While I was going through emails and proposals, I completely forgot about hypnosis and being a sex-craved slut. I met with my co-workers a few times and our meetings were good. I smiled often and eluded a quiet sense of confident peace that sometimes escaped me. I am sure I had the glow of a teenager on her first crush. And everything seemed right with the world.
I deferred going to lunch with my colleges so I could finish up some paperwork that I had been avoiding. When they got back, it reminded me that I had thought to leave at lunch time but since they were kind enough to bring me carryout on the way back, I felt like I needed to at least stay long enough to eat it.
About half-way through the afternoon, my newfound productivity started to pique my curiosity. After a bit of thought amid a very fuzzy memory, I realized that Mark was responsible. Not only was I exceptionally happy because I thought I had found a new boyfriend. Not only was I more patient because of the afterglow of the most amazing orgasm -- most amazing series of orgasms -- I had ever had. But I was reasonably sure that he had increased my focus and productivity while I was under hypnosis. He was the reason I went to work today, when I wanted to slack off and stay home. It made me smile to think of it. It was cute the way he looked after me. And, it was probably a good thing.
It must have been driven by another post-hypnotic suggestion, but I had no problem leaving when my work was wrapped up and it was time to go. I smiled and said good bye to my team with a bounce in my step that had been missing for a while.
When I got home, there was a package outside my door. I stretched my brain trying to remember if I had an online order I was expecting, but could not think of any. I glanced at the shipping label. It said simply:
"Ship to: K
From: M"
I put it on the kitchen island to open and inside there was a small insulated bag. A note clung to the bag: "Thought this may help recover from your workout last night, the way it helped recover from your workouts on the track".
I laughed. It was so "Mark" to try to seduce a girl with food, rather than flowers or candy.
Opening the bag, I found a glass bowl with a salad. I instantly knew it was just the way I liked them. It actually made me tremble a little. I started to cry.
The salad was a reproduction of the salads I would eat while training for Track and Field. The grilled chicken added protein. The mushrooms were anti-inflammatory. The greens were power greens -- spinach for iron, kale for the vitamins and potassium. The pecans, blueberries and raspberries added sweetness and also antioxidant properties. And, nessled in the salad was a smaller container that I was sure contained some kind of balsamic vinaigrette.
Literally no one else on earth would have remembered that. Or thought to send it. No one had ever treated me like this. Some boyfriends had given me gifts. But they were random things -- nice, to be sure -- but not an indication that they really knew me or paid attention to me. Perhaps my reaction was surprising, but it was probably the single most touching thing anyone ever had done for me.
After cleaning up, I sent him a selfie with me eating the salad, smiling as much as I could. He responded with a selfie of a whiteboard with several people standing at a meeting he was attending. I joked that I got the better part of the last three evenings.
me: "when did you drop the salad off?"
him: "we took a break for dinner."
me: "you had all this in your fridge?"
him: "picked it up last night after I left"
me; "your r crazy. Amazing. But crazy"
him: "Amazingly crazy. I like that"
I had already made it clear to my friends that I was staying in tonight. So after eating, I locked the door, took off my bra, slipped on a t-shirt and flopped on my sofa in a t-shirt and underwear. I propped up the laptop and thought I knew full well where this was going. I was already horny. So, I was convinced that in a few minutes I'd be leaning back and blissfully rubbing myself through my panties. My arousal was more of a "slow burn," so I assumed I would not orgasm, but just stay there lost in some nice, quiet jilling off.
My expectations were not accurate.
I had stopped the video the night before, prior to going to sleep. My orgasm-clouded brain somehow managed to remember. But I had been in no state to watch it.
When I started it up, I saw myself slouching on the sofa, looking like I was blissfully asleep. Knowing that I was hypnotized in this part of the video was a significant turn on for me, but I had expected that. My fingers slowly made their way down to my yellow, cotton panties and started to tease my sensitive parts gently.
In the video, Mark was clearly adjusting the laptop so the camera would get what he wanted, and the microphone would pick up the sounds. So I was left to watch myself, completely at his mercy. Knowing that I had been totally blank and suggestible for this raised my arousal noticeably as my hands kept teasing my labia through the cotton of my panties.
When he started to speak, it was to deepen my trance.
"Focus on your breathing now. As you inhale,hold it for a count of 3. Then when you exhale, exhale completely for a count of 4.
In... 1.... 2.... 3
Out... 1...2...3... 4
Imagine, as you keep doing that, that you are inhaling relaxation-- for 3. Then exhaling all your worries, and tension, and even your thoughts --- for 4."
His voice was having an effect on me. I found myself breathing according to his instructions, drifting away with each breath. I was a little surprised to see how well conditioned I was, already trained to obey his instructions, without being entranced. In fact, without even being in the same room with him.
I thought about the hypnosis videos I had watched before and how they had no effect on me. And how, now, I was watching a video where he did not even directly try to hypnotize me, but I was already falling, without even trying.
I did not completely lose my grip on reality, as I had in the video. It was more like a warm, erotic buzz. My fingers still casually stroked my pussy. My breathing was slow (in for 3, out for 4) as instructed. But I was aware of what was happening.
After a while of suggesting that I go deeper for him, he lead me down an imaginary stairway, each step making me more relaxed and taking me deeper into the movement.
The video me was already so far gone that it seemed to make very little difference. He suggested that I could reach the bottom of the stairs whenever I felt that I had gone as deep as I wanted to. And all I had to do was slide my hand from my tummy to the sofa when I had gotten there, then I could stay as long as I like.
There was a very long pause. And, if anything, my slouching had gotten more slouch to it. It seemed I had been trying hard to go as far as I could, as if I were already underground, but trying to go to the sub-basement.
He kept talking occasionally reassuring me that I was warm, safe and could relax completely. And that it was easy to sink deeper, but only if I wanted it.
Finally, my video-me's hand slid to the sofa.
He continued telling me how deep I was and how easy it was to surrender like this. He told me that my mind would remember this place and this feeling and easily come back. And that when he woke me, I could come up as quickly as I wanted but could return even faster next time, since i knew where I was going.
I was impressed by how often he kept telling me that I could do what I wanted, and only what I wanted. It was clear from the video that I was driving the hypnosis, not him -- even though he was clearly the guide and the coach. It did, in fact, remind me of my sports days. The coach guides, directs, corrects and trains. But the athlete does the actual event. I had gone down the stairs in my mind. I had decided how many there were. And I had decided how to get there. He simply told me how to start.
He reinforced the trigger -- "when you see me snap, like I did before, you will continue to drop quickly back to this place. Only you will find that it will get even deeper each time. Every time you know you are to drop, you will drop very, very quickly without thought. But, if you feel unsafe, if you instinctively know that dropping for me would be dangerous, then it will wash over you like a wave without effect and leave no mark. Just like a wave washes back from the sea shore with no record of its passing."
I remember he had told me he put in the safety valve like this. And when I heard it, it just boosted my confidence.
He brought me back up a few minutes later, counting me up to alertness. It was not on the video, but he implied that he had counted backwards to deepen my trance.
When he reached 5 and told me to open my eyes. I watched myself take a deep breath and seem to come alert, meanwhile I did the same while watching on the sofa. I had never faded completely out, but my mind remembered how peaceful and relaxed I felt. I had started to fade a little -- the way I would in a boring lecture or while doing something routine -- and when he said "5 your eyes open when they want to.." I opened them wider and took a deep breath.
I felt that same zoned out sense of peace. And I realized that my arousal had certainly risen, even though I had stopped touching myself without noticing. I stretched and smiled peacefully -- sort of a cigarette-after-sex smile.
