The First In A Series of Worried Phone Calls From You’ve Guessed Who
Yes, you’ve guessed unless this is the first time you’ve come across my erotic hypnosis blog. The saga of my rather paranoid client continues. So paranoid is he that he’s beseeching me to stop writing the story. But there’s a reason why I’ve been sharing it. Like the punch line of a joke. Which will become apparent. I’ve asked him to point out one thing in any of the blogs I’ve written about his erotic hypnosis session that can identify him. I know he will not be able to, just as he could not find any hidden cameras in the room during the session. Because there are none! But I feel I must complete the series quicker and demonstrate to him that there is nothing in my writings intending to do him harm.
So, the next day, the phone rang. It was hypnosis client again – constantly describing him as the client from hell makes me feel a little guilty as he really is, apart from the paranoia, a very okay person. I was not surprised to be getting his call. It would have been too easy!
This was to be the beginning of a series of calls where he clearly didn’t know where to start, but where I really thought that my only chance at solace would be to throw my phone out of the window. But I know that if I listed my number on my site, it would do nothing but ring all day. Hypnosis must attract the greatest amount of curiosity, fear and loathing.
In one breath he apologised for being so awkward and paranoid during his visit. Now he wondered why had he thought he wanted feminization stuff when he clearly didn’t.
“Did you ever open the bag?” I asked the one million dollar question.
“I threw it away,” he replied. He was clearly afraid of what he might do. And as my suggestions had been carefully constructed to give him the urge to wear what was in the bag only, there wasn’t a chance he wouldn’t just head back to the shops to buy more feminine clothing. I did lament privately that I would never know what his sissy slut clothing looked like. I have a girly curiosity about what my cross dressing clients choose to wear and why one goes for satin, while another goes for silk, or just something lacy against your skin.
He was rambling again. More apologies. How much he’d enjoyed the part at the end of the session where I used guided imagery to arouse him. That, he admitted, he had strongly felt he wanted to respond to my post hypnotic suggetions but felt self conscious with me there. I assured him I see men masturbating during erotic hypnosis all the time. And I have even, been known to offer a helping hand … or two, as part of the hypnotic seduction. But in his case, I’d avoided any kind of physical contact … apart from when I ran my fingers through his hair to make him go deeper during trance.
To my surprise, and slight concern, he wanted another session but this would be in a few weeks time. This time, he wanted it to be totally heterosexual. That made sense and we left it that he’d be in touch when he was ready to book another session.
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