From: [email protected]
Subject: More hypnosis from NJ
Date: 1 Jan 92 04:32:55 GMT
From Nurse Jones,
(I tried to post this before Xmas, but didn't get around to it, so
it's a little late. There are a lot of new threads I'm jumping into
the middle of. I see that "Faggots Still Refuse To Die!" though.
Sigh.)
Anyway, from before Xmas: The Post That Time Forgot:
You're not going to believe this, but I have, on this same diskette, a
file that I typed while having an orgasm. That's right: WHILE having
an orgasm. A hypnotically induced orgasm. I don't believe we did this.
It's really a stupid file. It's so stupid it's not even embarrassing.
It's incoherent, but considering the circumstances, it is remarkably
well spelled although completely lacking in proper punctuation. Ahem.
Except of course the one big one in the middle.
Which of course I don't effing remember. This is an eerie feeling, to
have a file that _I_ wrote, that I don't remember writing, about an
experience I don't remember experiencing.
However, I can guarantee it wasn't a good orgasm. I shouldn't have
been able to keep my hands on the keys. Besides, there is a note in
the file that says it was only a three on a ten point scale.
Anyway, I'm trying to decide what to do with this file. Jay says leave
it as it is, but I want to edit it so it can at least be read. Then
I'll decide if I want anyone to read it. If that's okay with Mr.
Josan. It's not good reading the way it is, but Jay is adamant that it
be left as it is. I dunno.
Hey, did you know that the letters necessary to spell "typewriter" are
all on the top row of your keyboard in order to make it easy for the
first salesmen to demonstrate the machines? Jay told me that. He's a
fountain of information that is bound to be useful some day. To
someone.
Nurse Jones,
wondering what
Mrs. Collins would think
of my typing skills NOW.
Shift Orgasm.
Wait! PS PS PS! I forgot! I have had two more (oop, make that one and
a half) hypnotically induced orgasms since then. Touch typing skills
were not a prerequisite for these, though. This is a strange thing Jay
is exploring with me. I don't quite know how to react, but it
definitely gives me That Feeling to not remember what happened. I
suppose I have enough orgasms in the old memory banks that I can
afford to leave a few blanks. In the banks. Jay says he wants me to
always wonder what happened, so he's going to leave them a mystery.
I was expecting something to happen both times, but he doesn't tell me
exactly what or when, so I go around the house trying to figure out
what is going to happen next, what innocent little thing will trigger
a posthypnotic response in me. It's a bit like the fun house at a
carnival except the surprise will be something sexy instead of
something scary, so I don't mind.
Three days ago, I had just logged off the news net and the next thing
I remember is I'm standing naked in the bedroom with my legs apart and
feeling wonderfully relaxed and my Bartholin glands had clearly been
working overtime. I'm sure I had an orgasm, but Jay just smiled when I
asked him what he had done to me.
Two days later in the evening we had just finished watching a movie on
the VCR and the next thing I know I am on the sofa in front of the
fireplace and the only light is coming from the fireplace and Jay is
sitting in an armchair beside me; he was wearing the tight jeans and
oversized white cotton shirt that I think is so sexy when he leaves it
unbuttoned. The weird thing was that I was naked with one leg hooked
over the back of the sofa and my hand on my crotch, and I was
incredibly turned on. I'm sure I had been masturbating, and I KNEW I
was right on the edge of an orgasm but hadn't had one, and I wanted
one RIGHT AWAY.
The REALLY weird thing was that I was wearing a pair of white, thigh-
high nylon stockings, and I don't even OWN a pair of those. I don't
own ANY frilly white sexy underthings. It's frilly black that I like.
I see enough white at work. But there were various articles of frilly
white scattered around the room and draped over the sofa, all new,
smelling like department store and I didn't recognize a single one. It
didn't take me long to size up the situation, and it did feel kind of
sexy to be dropped right in the middle of a "scene" like that. If I
hadn't trusted Jay so much I would have asked just what was going on
around here, anyway, but as it was, I looked at him and I could see
that look on his face, and suddenly I felt even hornier and I just
went ahead and finished the job I had obviously started.
Jay told me afterward that there was no posthypnotic suggestion that I
continue the scene. He left that up to me. Which turned out to be
embarrassing because I thought I was experiencing a posthypnotic
compulsion to masturbate, and I acted accordingly, but I wasn't,
apparently. Afterward, when I picked up my new lingere collection and
threw a questioning glance at Jay, he just smiled that little smile of
his. He knows I like black rather than white. I wonder what the hell,
that's all, I just wonder.
Once again, kudos to Kayvan and Milton Erickson. These are pretty cool
experiences. There's something to be said for mystery in one's life. I
don't know quite what, but something.
So now I have two huge files that I have been holding back on posting.
Three, counting my now-humongous attempt at bondage- oriented science
fiction (the bleak futuristic continuation of a flamethrower flame).
One of these posts tells about when I used hypnosis and makeup to make
Jay into a woman. The other is my jumbled and incoherent and not very
satisfactory orgasm, typed during the act.
I need advice, too. Remember "A" from the Valdosta party? She has
contacted me through e-mail. They (she and her SO) want to get
together with Jay and I. It seems she's NOT gay or bi, but she thought
I was when I kissed her. She's a lot more adventurous than I am. If we
get together, something awful's going to happen, I just know it. I've
NEVER done anything sexual (other than childish flirting and that kind
of stuff) with more than one person. I need help here. Jay and I have
a stable relationship as it is. Two more people, one of them female
and interested in me, this is a very big thing to do. I don't know if
I can handle something like this. I couldn't just "Make Love" to more
than one person, or even one other person if it wasn't Jay, for that
matter. The thought of being confronted with pressure in that
direction is frightening. Not just for health reasons. The thought of
sex with someone that I know so little about that I have to worry
about STD's is very foreign. I know sex is supposed to be safe, I'm
not an idiot, but I have to know someone REALLY well before I will.
Maybe that's all they want, a chance to get to know us. They also
happen to be very nice people, as far as I can tell. She's a grad
student, he has a good job in state government. Nice middle-class
credentials. Maybe I'm jumping the gun. Is there anyone out there who
has had a healty two-person sexual relationship expand into a more-
than-two-person relationship and remain healthy? Or not? And I just
know "A" is interested in me, a Member Of The Same Sex. And neither
one of us is gay. This is just too much for me. I'll deal with it
after Xmas.
There will be a temporary suspension of posting from your's truly.
We'll be going to stay with my inlaws during Xmas, joy to the world.
Jay gave me a black motorcycle jacket with lots of zippers last year.
Maybe I should wear that. Plant a kiss on my mother in law that she
won't forget. Don we now our gay apparel. Fa la la la la, la la la,
Nurse Jones,
la.
PS. Sorry, I don't mean to seem cynical. I'm just worried about this
thing.
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