From: [email protected]
Subject: Nurse Jones, slowing down
Date: 21 Nov 92 10:20:16 GMT
From Nurse Jones,
[I wrote this last Spring; I lost my account before I could post it.
It's *way* out of date, but what the heck.]
Back to hypnosis. Every time I think we've done it all, Jay comes up
with a new idea and blows my mind.
He's been playing with Milton Erickson's time distortion again.
Actually, he's been playing with me. Did you ever have the feeling you
were somebody else's toy? Of course you did. Those of you that are
bottoms.
Here's an incendiary remark: I think (and I believe I am unanimous in
this) that bottoms have more fun. YTF's brilliant essay on topping
notwithstanding.
So anyway, Jay did something wonderful to my head. We have used time
distortion to speed up the process of induction, but not for much
else. It enables you to accomplish a lot in a very short period of
time. In thirty seconds, inside my own head, I can run through my own
memorized induction routine, pushing myself deeper and deeper, into
more and more relaxed and receptive mental states. Jay just triggers
this response when I am in a light trance, and I do it to myself. It
doesn't seem like thirty seconds, though. It seems like I have all the
time I need to go as deep as he wants. I DO have all the time I need,
in fact.
Anyway, Jay used this time distortion trick for the first time last
week to slow down an orgasm. As I approached the edge, my body and my
mind seemed to slow down so that things were happening to me so
quickly I couldn't react to them, even though my body was responding
normally.
That doesn't sound right. It's hard to explain. I felt I was being
driven toward an orgasm, that Jay was moving so quickly, doing things
to me before I could even react. My body seemed so slow, I had all the
time in the world to feel every little thing it did. Each wave washed
through me and it seemed so delicious and overpowering and slow and I
could feel it coming from miles away, starting as a tiny ripple that
grew instead of fading.
And time after time it came, stronger with each wave, and all the
while Jay was doing wonderful things so quickly that everything he did
was over before I could react. And everything he did started my body
pulsing and responding in a new, slow motion sort of way. When I tried
to react the way I normally would, move the way I wanted to, it would
have taken so long that the sensation would have been over and the
next one started by the time I was able to start moving.
It's so hard to describe. It was as though I was almost not moving at
all and the world moved faster and faster the further away it was. I
was nearly paralyzed, a fly stuck in amber, but able to see the rest
of the world moving normally around me.
The closer to me it got, the slower it moved. Jay was distant, my
sensations were closer, and I was there in the middle, hardly able to
move at all.
As each orgasmic wave approached me I seemed to get weaker and less
able to do anything to resist it. I would gain strength between waves,
I would think I could control the next one, and then I would again
become weaker until I was helpless to resist my own body.
It was as though I was riding a raft down a slow motion river, going
over enormous rapids and waves and waterfalls with excruciating
slowness, aware of every drop of water, every tiny sensation, but the
bank was whizzing by almost too fast to see, too fast to react to. And
yet the waves and slow motion rapids were somehow caused by the
whizzing shoreline, by Jay busily keeping the ride going, making the
waves happen before I could do anything.
I guess it was a bit like being drugged into near-helplessness but
instead of a loss of sensation, I was aware of every single thing in
excruciating detail.
This is the weird part: I don't know if I had an orgasm. I don't know
if I had a series of extremely intense nonorgasms, those kind of
ripply things that happen before an orgasm, or if I had a series of
real, backwrenching orgasms. I can't tell what they were. Each time,
my body just seemed to do these wonderful things, have these slow
motion spasms that I couldn't seem to react to in time to stop, or
deflect, or change, or affect in any way. I could see the waves
coming, and feel the long, slow freefall down the front of the wave,
the feeling of being sucked under, of having a near-suffocating wave
break on me, tear through me, and sweep away everything, and I
couldn't react to it in time to catch my breath. They got stronger and
stronger, and scarier and more wonderful and I couldn't stop them.
Each time I would think, "It can't happen again. That has to have been
the last one," but then it would start again, bigger and stronger.
I heard myself making noises somewhere in the distance, and when I
heard them I would think -- almost idly -- that I remembered starting
to make that noise, but it's out of date now. I would think that I
remembered taking a deep breath to let out that moan, but by the time
it came out it was distant and somehow obsolete because by then I had
been overtaken by another sensation.
Near the end I thought, "I have to make him stop, this is too much, I
have to do something," and I decided to tell him to stop. It had
started again by the time my mouth began to form the words, and I
realized I was never going to get the words out in time so I decided
to just cry out a general nonspecific screech instead, but that came
out so slowly it was like something going on in the next county and it
didn't stop it anyway. I was so AWARE of all these little details.
After I tried to screech and it didn't work I decided to try again but
I was out of breath and I needed to catch my breath by panting and I
was so slow at that the next wave had already broken over me by the
time I had enough oxygen in me to make another noise.
I'm not doing a very good job of explaining this. As I read back over
the last paragraphs, they don't do the experience justice.
Anyway, right in the middle of all this I suddenly become aware that
Jay is inside me but not moving. Instead he is stroking my forehead
and talking to me. He said afterwards that he thought I was going to
pass out. I was taking abnormally long, deep, rhythmic gasping breaths
and my eyelids were half-closed and fluttering and my eyes were
rolling back in my head. Sounds like I was getting too much oxygen
rather than too little.
So there I was, completely relaxed and in a daze, just kind of staring
at the ceiling. Usually I'm on the top after, but this time I was
underneath in the missionary position. Oh well. Variety is the spice
of life.
So there I was looking up at the ceiling -- which reminds me: I keep
meaning to sweep down the cobwebs from the corners of the bedroom. I
hate housework. I mean, you clean the house, you make the beds, you
pick up the magazines, you find the plates and underwear and things
that accumulate under the sofa, and six months later you have to start
all over again.
Anyway, after he brought me out of it we were just sort of being there
together -- you know, the nice warm safe feeling you have together
afterward -- and I thought it was all over. He was resting on his
elbows looking down at me and telling me how beautiful I was and
whispering sweet nothings and kissing my eyelids the way he does and
generally doing all the right things when suddenly I said, "Oh!" and
my eyes popped open and I started having an orgasm.
Jay said he had never seen me look -- or sound -- so surprised. All I
said was, "Oh!" ... I guess it's the way you say it. I *was*
surprised, though. It caught me completely off guard. This wasn't
something Jay planned or anything; it just sort of happened.
Jay said it was a very sexy orgasm. I was kind of busy so I didn't
notice. AS I say, I'm usually on top when I have my orgasms. I'm so
much smaller than Jay that I get kind of lost when I'm on the bottom.
I don't have enough control over my position. Neither does Jay. When
I'm on top he can use his hands to lift me by the hips and put me
where he wants me...
Plus it tends to leave the wet spot on his side. Except I goosh so
much maybe I should say the dry spot is on *my* side...
Anyway, this time I was on the bottom and not really trying to have an
orgasm and one just showed up on my doorstep out of the blue and my
legs went up in the air and my back lifted off the bed and he slipped
one hand under my back and lifted me up to him and pressed me against
his chest while I wrapped my arms around him and hung on for dear
life.
I bit his shoulder, too. Oops. Heh. Explain that at the gym.
Anyway, slow motion hypnosis notwithstanding, I know I had at least
one orgasm. And it was a completely vanilla one at that; he didn't
even tie me up.
Nurse Jones,
making love
without a hitch...
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