Sexual Immersion Therapy
Chapter Twelve
I don’t know what it feels like to others, the moments when a long-awaited dream becomes reality. When a quarterback with a few gray hairs finally wins a Super Bowl, or an underdog marathon runner is the first to cross the finish line, their elation is a shared experience, a community event with people cheering and confetti dropping.
No one in their right mind would have been cheering for me when Mira stepped into my office again, revisiting the scene of that first kiss, and the shy touch of her hand on my pants. When she went into my inner office this time, there should have been a drumroll, but there was only my heart beating fast, all systems go.
Sitting almost primly on the couch with her knees drawn together, she asked, “What do I do? Lucinda said it was like taking a nap and a guided tour of her body at the same time, then waking up with time having ed.”
“That’s pretty much it, if it works. that, Mira; there are always people who don’t achieve the state. And if it does work, I can only guide you towards your own deepest wishes. Grace and Lucinda turned out to be very easy subjects because they very much wanted what they wanted.”
“I really want this, too.”
One part of her did, anyway. “Good. Now, before we begin, I need you to tell me very clearly what it is that you want. To feel more desire for Taylor, I get that, but it’s too general. I need to hear what you want in your words, with whatever details are important.”
Did her body stiffen just the tiniest bit, like just discussing sex with Taylor set off a host of underlying tensions?
“Taylor wants... It’s really hard to talk about this.”
“You have to if we’re to get anywhere. What is it that Taylor wants?”
“I don’t use my mouth with him. You know, a little bit as foreplay, but... I’ve always been a little bit afraid of the taste, and of feeling like I’m some... It’s silly, but I always thought that was the kind of thing the loose girls did when I was in school. Having him in my mouth for a handful of seconds is fine, but the thought of him… You know, in my mouth—”
“It’s called coming, Mira. Or ejaculating, and they’re called blow-jobs. It will be difficult to get you to relax into that if you can’t even say the words.”
“Blow-jobs. Fellatio. Hummers. See, I can say it all.”
I laughed. “Good. But you don’t give blow-jobs because you think it’s cheap?”
“Kind of?” she almost squeaked. “But maybe I also thought I’d... If I did it, and I got good at it... what I told you once, that some of Taylor’s colleagues have none too subtly propositioned me behind his back?”
“I think I understand,” I said, and I probably did, because I’d recently drawn a similar line when it came to Rosita. I hadn’t fucked my client; I could say that truthfully, for whatever it was worth. But we’d also most definitely had sex.
In Mira’s case, oral sex or hand-jobs, that sort of thing, opened up sexual possibilities where her naughty side might slip out. Making non-vaginal sex taboo was like a very tall hurdle that slowed naughty Mira down.
“I want to want it,” she said. “The act, the acquiring of the skill, anything you can give me. I need help.”
“What about the taste of semen? Do you—”
“I don’t know how it tastes!”
Wow. “Okay. What else?”
“Just... I know I’m beautiful, okay? I can look in a mirror like anyone else. Taylor is always saying he’s got the hottest wife a man can have, but that I’m too much like a mirage. That’s sad, isn’t it? Like the promise of me is so great, only when it comes to the reality…”
“Go on. All of this is useful.”
“There’s an Arthurian fable that a teacher read to us in an English Lit class, where Sir Gowain is forced, in order to spare King Arthur’s life, to marry this witch who gives him a choice. She can either be an ugly hag by day for all his friends to see, while turning into a gorgeous lover at night; or, if he chooses, she can be gorgeous for his friends to see in the day, while she turns into an ugly hag he has to make love to at night.”
“What does Sir Gowain choose?”
“He doesn’t; he allows her to choose, and that kindness is exactly what she’s needed all along to break the spell. Because he gave her free will, she can be beautiful for him in both the day and the night.”
I knew the tale. Like most ancient fables, there were layers to its meaning beyond what most people would see with their conscious awareness. Something in it had struck a chord in Mira—perhaps the split, similar in its way to what she lived every day.
“Tell me the relevance of this story to you, Mira.”
“I need to be beautiful for Taylor in private at night. He’s got his trophy wife out in public; that part is easy for me. But to be a trophy that doesn’t shut down when he wants me to perform my duty... That’s where I’m so weak.”
Jesus, “my duty” again. I didn’t know how much of it was physical and how much emotional, and what all her father issues were or even what Taylor acted or looked like when he wanted to paw her body. I knew a part of Mira was simply not into him, though. The wild and sexual Mira, the one I’d stirred up before and would soon set free... That Mira would never feel right about Taylor, and it would be a crime to trick her subconscious into believing it did.
Which made what I was going to do almost feel like an act of mercy. Almost.
“What else, Mira?”
“This might be impossible, but I want to orgasm, for real, when we... Too many times I fake it. I mean not always, but… After hearing Lucinda talking about the heights she’s reaching… Is something like that even possible?”
“You’re talking about climaxing during intercourse with Taylor?”
She just nodded. I wanted to ask if he was a sexual dolt who didn’t know how to go down on a woman, but I bit down on that or any other questions concerning the mechanics of their coupling. What did I care, when the goal was for me to be the man in her life that heard her genuine screams of deliverance?
“What comes naturally to Lucinda may or may not apply to you. The picture I get is that she has always been more satisfied with Grace than you’ve been with Taylor, and different starting points could lead to differing outcomes.”
She slowly nodded her head. “Just a boost then? I’m super-flexible and there are positions I can take where I touch my clitoris when Taylor is going at me… Sometimes then, but also sometimes not.”
I let that sad statement settle while in my imagination I pictured Mira contorting her body in inspiring ways. Then, “Anything else?”
Her eyes were on the ceiling, head lightly shaking. “That’s enough. I can’t even believe I’ve confessed what I have.”
“This isn’t about confessing. You’re reaching out for help and I’m…” I stopped myself from saying the lie. “I’m listening, Mira. Very carefully.”
“If this works, even some, I won’t know how to thank you.”
What was there to say to that? I inhaled and gestured towards the small pillow beside her. “Let’s give this a go.”
“What do I need to do?”
“Just lie on your back, stretched out and eyes closed. Be as relaxed as you can be and I’ll do the rest.”
She nodded and bent to untie her sneakers, and that was the moment when I felt my cock growing hard. Some of it might have been the beauty of her feet; she wasn’t wearing socks and the woman had amazing feet and ankles, shaped by all her years of dancing. But mostly it was the gesture of surrender and trust, and the certainty that I would be able to do my own shaping, invisible on the outside yet so potent within.
“Like this?” she asked, hands clasped at her abdomen.
“Yes. Close your eyes now. Close your eyes and relax your body.”
She glanced at me with liquid eyes, then did as I said. I didn’t know what emotions ran through her at that moment—perhaps hope was dominant, with trust running a close second. For me it was like being on a plane that had been stuck on a runway for ages, finally cleared for take-off.
She was so gorgeous lying there, like a sensual sleeping beauty in casual clothes. I took some deep breaths, absorbing the reality of my situation, similar in many ways to the kind of mythological story that Mira had alluded to earlier. I was in the role of a talented magician here, poised to unshackle Mira’s repressed sexual self, just as she wanted. Only once unchained, that freed energy wouldn’t run home to suck the prince’s cock happily ever after; it would bow to invisible spells the wizard cast for his own benefit.
Some fables are like that, full of tricks and hidden dangers where the hero or heroine has no idea of the strange fate that awaits them.
Getting her hypnotized was not an impediment; I could tell when we got to her heartbeat that she was a natural. As with Lucinda, the focus she brought to her body every day was paying tangible dividends right there on my couch.
I continued, bringing her even deeper. “Tell me where the focus is right now?” I asked, checking.
“Right thigh…”
“Move the focus higher now. Follow this voice to your upper thigh, and the life inside the upper thigh. Follow this voice to where your thighs meet. Feel the heat and the life where your thighs meet.”
She was silent for a good bit, but then I heard a soft, “Ooo…”
“What is it that you feel there, Mira?”
“Warmth. Heat.”
“And?”
“Pressure.”
No surprise, not from a vibrant woman with her libido locked in a basement and a crappy sex life on the main floor. I stood, slowly and quietly, and surveyed Mira’s form as she lay unaware. Her face, completely relaxed like this, was almost angelic, but that body, my God… She had dressed to downplay it, but even loose clothing couldn’t hide how jam-packed her body was with carnal delights.
Anatomy is destiny—Grace had reminded me of that little truism not too long ago. I wanted to whisper to Mira that she had dangled her perfect anatomy in front of the wrong cock this time, but I actually believed the opposite. I was precisely the right man to bestow her with a new and supremely erotic destiny.
Hard as hard could be, I reseated myself and got down to business. “Mira, you have sexual fantasies that you feel are out of bounds, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Are your fantasies ever constructed around pleasing Taylor?”
“Almost never.”
Poor guy. Even if I’d never been born, his sex life with Mira would have been close to a total misfire. “Does Michael ever appear in your fantasies?”
“Yes.”
“And have you masturbated to these fantasies?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve masturbated when talking to Michael on the phone, haven’t you?”
A little wetting of her lips before replying, “Oh yes.”
I’d been certain they would be there, these open doorways I could ram a whole planet’s worth of sex through. “Mira, there is a part of you that wants to do things conventionally, to act in a way that others would approve of. It is this part of you that wants to be attracted to your husband, and to be faithful to him.”
No comment or response, but I knew it was sinking in.
“When you leave Michael’s office today, you will genuinely try to act out the wishes of this part of your personality. You will look forward to making love to Taylor, and you will even find relaxation and a little thrill about giving him a full-on blow-job.”
Still no response.
“You will want to give Taylor a blow-job, and you will succeed. It doesn’t matter whether it is artful or skilled. You will give Taylor a blow-job and make him come, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You can even give Taylor several blow-jobs during the week with something approaching enthusiasm, because he is your husband and you wish for a better sex life in your marriage.”
No readable changes in her expression.
“You will believe for a week that sex with Taylor is getting more exciting, that it can be better. The taste of his cum will strike you as being tolerable, and you will have pleased the part of yourself that wants stability. You will feel that Michael has helped you, that kind and generous Michael has assisted you in being a good wife.”
Some softening at the corners of her mouth at that, on the way to a slight smile?
“You will know that Michael is a good and trustworthy man. He genuinely tried to help you.”
A more definite upturn at the corners of her mouth. It pleased her, the certainty of my trustworthiness. Only I couldn’t be trusted, not even close.
“But after a week...” I began. “Listen deeply, Mira, because this is terribly important. There is another part of you, a dynamic and extremely sexual part of you, that will begin to suspect at the end of this week that you can never be satisfied with Taylor as your sole lover. This is a part of you that has no problem stepping outside the rules of society to get what it needs.”
Golden silence, my voice going straight in.
“This part of you needs to be supremely skilled at sex, the way you are supremely skilled at dancing. You know you are a great beauty, and that anything less than fantastic lovemaking is a waste, or even tragic. You can be an incredible lover. The extremely sexual part of you insists that you be a great lover.”
A little gust of air came out her nose, like vented steam. I took a deep breath, too, ready to modulate my voice to its fullest.
“What this highly erotic side of you truly needs is so obvious, Mira. It needs—you need—torching hot sex with Michael.”
Her lips parted at that and seemed to take on a more sensual shape. I wasn’t surprised by the affirmation—naughty Mira really had been gunning for me, until she wasn’t allowed to.
“This more essential part of you is what brought you to Michael’s house, spreading your legs for him to kiss. What did you feel when Michael kissed between your legs, Mira?”
Her rear began to wiggle a little bit. “Guilty.”
“What else?”
“Amazed. Relaxed. Delivered.”
“Was that one of the most exciting orgasms of your life, when Michael kissed between your legs?”
“Oh yes…”
Because it was naughty Mira’s orgasm. “And that was only the first time. There can be other times, Mira. Many, many times.”
She didn’t respond verbally, but the tip of her tongue appeared again, moistening her lower lip. I looked at her chest and even with the sweatshirt it was obvious that her nipples had stiffened. The memory of our rocking chair encounter was turning her on.
“Follow this voice, Mira. Are you following this voice?”
“Following…”
“You know that Lucinda is having more intense orgasms than ever before, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You can have super-intense orgasms, Mira, climaxes that are far more powerful than Lucinda’s, orgasms that make all you’ve known before seem pale by comparison. The thing is, these super-intense orgasms can only come through the expression of that naughty part of you. That’s why you felt so satisfied that first time with Michael. That’s why you were in the glow of it, hours afterwards. This energetic part of you was momentarily unchained, and you tasted a tiny portion of its untapped power.”
“Yuh…” she whispered, an approving sound like she’d been wanting to have that part of her affirmed for years.
I took her down the path of the sexual engine at the core of her body, letting her sense its depths, its nearly inexhaustible stores of energy. I tied its existence to her habit of fantasizing, and then to me.
“Your fantasies are still mostly unexplored, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Making love to Michael is part of your fantasies. These fantasies of making love to Michael call to you, because they are trapped inside.”
“Uh…”
“That is the other part of you, Mira. The neglected part, the part you push down or try to lock away. This repressed part of you is so much stronger than the other part, the good girl part. This very sexual part of you boils at your core the way molten metal does at the center of the earth. Its power is immeasurable and it excites your body, fueling your desires. This part of you is the source of your most potent fantasies, especially your secret desires about having sex with Michael. You must turn these fantasies into actions or you will never feel fulfilled, will never feel that you have truly lived.”
“Must…”
Wow, was this taking. Most people deep in the state only spoke in response to direct questions, so for her to echo me, essentially agreeing… The voice of the part of Mira that had been tamped down for so long?
“Yes, Mira, this part of you must live. You must fully live out your full sexual potential. And you will, once Michael is your lover.”
Her mouth was slightly open and it was like her lips had become more succulent, infused with all that was going in.
“It’s good to feel slightly more sexual satisfaction when you devise ways of stimulating yourself when you make love to Taylor, just enough that it can help to keep your marriage stable. You can even feel very satisfied, for this one week. But only one week, Mira.
After this week, no matter how things are going with Taylor, your fantasies about having sex with Michael will reappear and intensify, and they will make you ache. You can try to ignore them or push them down for a very short while, but that will just make the aching all the worse. You will feel your body longing for Michael, such an intense aching between your legs, your nipples tingling insistently, so insistently that you simply cannot ignore nor downplay how much you have to have sex with Michael. Such intense aching, your fantasies about making love to Michael clawing at you to be expressed, to be lived.
You can masturbate when filled with these desires for making love to Michael, but that will also make the need for the real thing grow stronger. Your sexual core demands that you make love to Michael, that you fuck Michael. No matter what you do, no matter your opinions or beliefs, the absolute need to have sex with Michael just grows stronger. Nothing can stop it. You have to have sex with Michael; there is no possibility of saying no to this need.”
It was in her; I could see it. We had come to a place where her direction was inescapable, the core of my mission already accomplished. But, thanks to my experimentation with Rosita, I knew we could go so much further.
“Give Taylor several blow-jobs, and feel for one week that you have a chance of being sexually satisfied in your marriage. But next weekend the repressed Mira awakens, and she has her say. The truly sexual Mira, the rule-breaking Mira, the Mira that seeks fulfillment through exquisite, soul-shattering climaxes… It is this part of you that can deliver sensations so pleasurable that you will be amazed. It is this part of you that knows it must have Michael’s cock, to be able to come like even Lucinda never could, and never will.”
Because there must be some competitive element between dancers, right? Why not extend that competitive drive straight into Mira’s loins?
“Mira, come next weekend, this naughty and sexual side of your nature begins her climb to the top, and once there she will not relinquish her position. She will not be contained. She will not be thwarted.”
The smell of her pussy was in the air, and I smiled.
“It is sex with Michael that leads to real fulfillment, because you will love Michael’s penis, and how it feels to please it. The first time you see Michel’s penis, you will know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that it is the perfect penis for you. Michael’s cock is very big and very beautiful; it’s a living treasure, the rarest of finds. The fullness of it, the rightness of it—it is like your naughty side’s dream come true. You love its size, its shape, its texture… Michael’s cock is the plaything you’ve waited your entire life to meet. It is essential.”
Mira’s mouth, so lush and architectural, opened even wider.
“Having Michael’s cock in your hands, in your mouth, inside your body… You feel that Michael’s cock was specifically designed for you; it could not be more ideal and you know you could search forever and never find one better suited for making love to you. Michael’s cock unleashes the vast carnal power from your depths and you will want it, and want it, and want it. You can feel so incredibly satisfied from the amazing orgasms you have with Michael, but only temporarily. Feeling that bliss creates the need for more of it; you will never feel that you’ve had enough of Michael’s cock. You have to have more of Michael’s big and perfect penis, his perfect pleasure-giving phallus.”
“Ooooo…” came out of her lips, or from her depths. Like her sexually repressed self wanted it right now.
“You will crave Michael’s cock because you know at the core of your being that sex with Michael, and only sex with Michael, can give you the best orgasms of your life. The very best, the most intense, the most soul-shaking orgasms on this earth come from Michael’s perfect cock, do you understand?”
“Yes!”
“The most satisfying orgasms of your life are to be found through Michael; you know that like you know your own name. You feel like Michael owns a secret key that unlocks the power of your clitoris, and every sex neuron in your brain. Every position, every variation, whether it’s Michael’s fingers or lips or tongue and especially his magnificent cock… It all leads to the same place, and that place is filled with the power of incredibly potent and satisfying orgasms. Only sex with Michael can do that. Only Michael.”
“Ooooo…”
“You love the way Michael smells, like home base for your sexual existence. You love the sound of Michael’s voice, like it’s just the right pitch, the perfect vibration for letting you know how blissful your climaxes can be. When Michael tells you how beautiful you are, you feel those words in your sexual core, and you can sense that engine absolutely roaring with sexual vitality. Every time you see lust in Michael’s eyes, every compliment he gives, and especially when you see him hard for you… It inflames your sexual core, the power inside your body ready to boil over. You have so much sexual vitality, Mira, so much more than other women. It needs to be released, and you know it can only be fully released through sex with Michael.”
She was completely relaxed and yet lightly panting, as if needing a means of venting all the heat she could sense inside.
“You know all about performance as a dancer, Mira, and you will apply that expertise to having an affair with Michael. You can play your role out in the world as a dancer and a wife and many other things, but you will always have to have more of Michael’s cock. You come so hard from it, each orgasm like a new revelation. You could never stop wanting a cock like that, never.”
I was insanely hard, aching from what I was pouring into her. We were in the home stretch, and I needed to get my voice under control, get myself under control.
“You will never to Taylor in any way that you have become Michael’s lover. You will never wish to be caught. You will not wish to harm Michael’s reputation or career. You can even make love with Taylor with a kind of faux enthusiasm, to keep your marriage on an even keel. You can ride or suck Taylor’s cock while privately fantasizing about the next time you have Michael’s magnificent member inside you, and no one will ever know that you are Michael’s lover. Not Lucinda, not any friends or relatives or even a therapist—it will be a secret, a total secret, that you and Michael are lovers who keep having the best sex on planet Earth.”
I let that sink in, before continuing.
“You can keep that secret because of how right it feels to make love to Michael. You and Michael as lovers is morally good, no matter what anyone else would believe. Everything else in your life—your marriage and your dancing, your friendships and interests—you can happily give all of those the attention they deserve, because having such incredible sex with Michael fills you with energy and enthusiasm for life. It’s all a perfectly balanced circle, Mira—you can give your all to your responsibilities and duties, precisely because you are fulfilling your secret sexual needs, that can only be found with Michael’s cock. That is the bottom line, Mira, your underlying need to have sex with Michael, again and again, and integrating that need with the structure of your life. Michael’s cock is the bedrock of your sense of well-being; it is the centerpiece of the fabric of your life.”
“Mmmn...”
“Michael will give you the key to his house, where you can seek fulfillment. Michael is the key to sexual fulfillment, and you will take his key, and use it.”
“Mmmn…”
“You will find times, ways, to have sex with Michael that do not torpedo your marriage or your professional life, or his. You will seek that balance and find it, being smart, being clever. But always, even after the best sex ever with Michael, the tensions will gradually and inevitably return. You can find sexual fulfillment with Michael, but the need for more will always return. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“How do you find release from the sexual needs that always return, and burn inside you?”
“Michael… His cock…”
“Now one very important thing, Mira. Michael’s semen tastes wonderful; in fact it tastes like home. You love the way Michael’s semen tastes, always. The beautiful taste is like a sign from above that you were always meant to be Michael’s lover. And the way Michael spurts for you, his cum getting all over the place, all over you… It is right, like all of the most beautiful things in nature are right. Volcanoes bring rich nutrients to the world through their expressive force, and you and Michael are similar forces of nature when coming during sex.”
A licking of her lips again, as if the flavor were there already, honey sweet.
“Mira, you believed yourself a little bit afraid of penises and the messiness of sex, but that was always a misconception. What you were sensing was the disappointment with penises that simply weren’t right. It was like a sixth sense you’ve always had, that the energy of your sexual core could be only be released when you found just the right penis, Michael’s penis. You need sex with Michael and Michael needs sex with you, and though it doesn’t even know it, the entire world needs the two of you to have sex again and again. You, giving Michael the gift of your magnificent body, and Michael giving you the gift of his magnificent cock… It’s like an unbreakable law of physics, an entwined movement in nature that cannot be any other way. You could never stop wanting something that feels so right. You could never stop needing to climax so powerfully.”
I had to take some quick breaths because this was going great. I had gone even further than I’d planned, yet I could pour even more into her, perhaps instilling desires for certain sex acts, or implanting words I wanted to hear coming out of her mouth when our bodies were grinding. My ability to affect her behavior might stretch that far; through inserting specific triggers it probably did. But it didn’t really appeal to me to overly choreograph her actions once we were fucking.
I had what I wanted already, the naughty and highly-sexed Mira completely on fire and tied to my genitals. She would want me turned on, and the exact expression of her desires would be as organic as in any coupling, keeping things fresh. Except…
Looking at the way she’d dressed today, like she was doing all she could to not just how hot her body was, I added, “Mira, whenever you know or suspect that you will see Michael, even if it’s a likelihood of running into him by chance, you will feel the need to dress sexy. You know that Michael is enamored with the shapeliness of your legs, and you want him to be reminded of just how beautiful they are. The same with all of your body. When you believe there is a chance of seeing Michael, you will never again dress as you did today, deliberately hiding the allure of your body.”
Because fuck this jeans and sweatshirt stuff. With other people or when she was by herself, fine, but around me? And she had enough of a history of flaunting the goods that it would seem completely normal to others.
“Now follow this voice, Mira. Follow it towards a place of even greater relaxation, total calm. Consciously, you will nothing of this session, but you will know, deep inside, that Michael did all he could to give you what you wanted. You will see the positive results of this session when you are compelled to give Taylor several blow-jobs, and during this week you will feel so much appreciation for what Michael did for you. For a time you will believe that you might, possibly, find a path towards true sexual fulfillment with your husband. But come the weekend, the repressed Mira rises and starts to take control. And what does she need to be fulfilled?”
“Michael’s magnificent cock.”
“Over and over, again and again. How often will you have sex with Michael?”
“Again and again.”
“And will you ever stop needing to have sex with Michael?”
“No. Never.”
I smiled broadly and invisibly, thinking that was it. I’d touched on every single thing I’d written down and memorized, and then some. Although one additional idea did surface, that came from the clean-up work I had engaged in with Rosita. It was the perfect ending, like a burglar wiping away any fingerprints or surveillance footage as he makes his escape.
“Mira, you will never suspect that your lust for Michael and his magnificent penis had anything to do with this hypnotic session. You will desire him because you always desired him; the lust for his voice and his smell and his cock was always there inside of you. Your deep well of sexual energy has always been waiting for you to meet the one man, this very special man, who deserves the fullness of your sexual attention. Michael tried to help you with Taylor because he has a kind and generous heart. You cannot help wanting Michael the way you do when he has the perfect penis for you, plus he is so kind and generous. Sex with a man like Michael… That is destiny, Mira. That’s your inescapable destiny and you will alway be thankful for the opportunity of living it.”
I let all of that settle in. Destiny didn’t mean that Mira and I needed to be married; it was a bond that transcended rules and civic arrangements. She would be free to stay with Taylor or leave him some day if she wished, whatever. She could stay and grow old with him or divorce him next month, and it was all pretty much the same to me. But I would have her, inescapably. The two of us would become a runaway sex train going down a forever mountain, impossible to stop.
I took a few moments to study, and , what Mira looked like with zero tensions in her facial muscles. Leaning in closer, I fixated on her lips for a time, wishing I could kiss her awake like in a fairy tale. Hell, deep down I wanted to pour in instructions that allowed me to pull the white jeans down and outright fuck her back to wakefulness.
She smelled like we’d had sex already, and there was nothing I could do about that. And then I almost laughed out loud, because of course there was.
“Mira, when you come back to waking consciousness, you will discover that you have been lubricating a great deal during hypnosis, and that you are very fragrant. Any surprise or embarrassment at this will be tempered by knowing that you wanted to be sexually awakened. Finding how excited you became during hypnosis is the proof you need that what Michael has done for you has been successful. You are delighted by your signs of arousal, and you will carry that delight home with you, as you make plans to give Taylor your first truly wonderful semen-swallowing blow-job.”
Picturing her with Taylor helped to calm my own aching loins. And then, like drawing the curtain down on a truly magical performance, I instigated her journey back to ordinary consciousness.
As she transitioned towards normal awareness, I walked across the room to sit behind my desk, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I had done it, after all these weeks—months now?—of wanting her and not getting her. The final domino was free to walk away, never knowing that a collision course was set. She’s have some encouraging so-so sex with her husband to begin with, but a week from now Mira’s sexual organs and all the horny parts of her psyche would rise from the depths and demand that she topple right onto my cock.
I throbbed behind the shielding of my desk, taking in Mira’s uncertainty as she sat up on the couch. Her head was slightly tilted, and several expressions seemed to be fighting for dominance in her beautiful features.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Over here, at my desk.”
“I fell asleep.”
“Only towards the end. I was going to nudge you awake but you seemed to be dreaming.”
She placed her hands on her knees and looked up, like someone reading the weather. “You did it, didn’t you?” And before I could respond: “I seem to have… It feels like I, um…”
“That happened with Lucinda, too,” I said, not the least concerned. “I probably should have thought to warn you. We were, after all, opening you to sexual feelings that could be aimed at your husband. Take it as a positive sign, Mira.” And then, in a more regretful tone: “Positive for him, anyway.”
A slight nod of her head, taking in the explanation and my feigned sorrow. She put on her sneakers, occasionally glancing my way with an expression that could make me melancholy and hard at the same time, Then she stood with her feet planted wide, twisting her upper body side to side from the waist, ever the dancer.
Done with that, she fixed her gaze on me and said, “No matter what happens, I’ll never forget that you did this for me. I truly never meant to hurt you. I let my… I don’t know, my wickedness, go too far with you. That you would help me after all of that…”
“Every human being is a tangle of complexity and contradictions,” I said, playing everything cool. “We do what we have to do, and life goes on.”
She stopped at my desk on her way to the door. I stayed seated—waving even a partial hard-on in front of her face right now was not part of the plot. For a second or two I wondered if she might lean over the desk to kiss me on the cheek, but the moment ed and I shrugged my shoulders, the gesture of the defeated guy who doesn’t get the girl.
At the door, the same door where we’d first kissed, Mira turned to me and let out a big sigh. “It’s been harder seeing you than I thought it would be. I didn’t want to feel anything because… Well, because I’m married. But I did feel, from the moment I first saw you again. If we had met at a more opportune time… But we didn’t.”
I wondered—would she even say something like this to me if naughty Mira weren’t alive and whispering to her from inside her jeans?
“We’ve moved on from all of that, Mira. Let me know if... It might be difficult to hear it, but I want to know if the technique helped. With a traditional client I get to follow the progress every week, which helps me to learn how to better apply the immersion work with others. What we just did is completely different than anything I’d ever attempt in a session, but… That can be the favor you do for me in return. Stay in touch and give me a progress report.”
It seemed to me that Mira’s physical splendor had become more evident under her clothes the entire time I’d been speaking, like the delayed fuses I’d lit inside her brain and body were already beginning to fill her with a new kind of energy. When her naughty side became much more dominant in a week’s time, I’d bet anything that she’d look hotter than ever, like there was a new layer of sexual vitality coating her skin.
“You’ll be hearing from me, I promise,” she said. “I’m forever indebted.”
And completely magnetized to my aching dick, as she would soon find out.