“You should go to my hypnotherapist,” my friend Diana told me the other day.  “He is so good.”  

“Why do you go to a hypnotherapist?” I asked.

“Oh, all sorts of things.  Weight loss.  Stress.  Anxiety.  Sleep.”  she replied.

“Sleep?  Really?”  I was interested now.  For the last few weeks, I had been having a bit of trouble falling asleep.  I tried cutting out all caffeine and even doing yoga before bed but nothing was helping.  I made an appointment with Dr. Simmons for the very next day.  

He had a very comfortable office and I was escorted in at 10:00 a.m. sharp by his assistant.  She told me I was welcome to take my shoes off and recline on the big sofa if I wanted to.  I took my shoes off as I waited for Dr. Simmons.  

He walked in, holding my file.  He smiled at me and shook my hand, asking me if I wanted any tea or coffee.  I politely declined.  He was in his early sixties, very athletic looking and he had a very soothing tone to his voice.  I guess the quality of his voice was going to be rather important for him to successfully hypnotize his patients.

We discussed my issues with sleeping and he said he thought he’d be able to help me.  He began the session with asking me to take a few deep breaths. He then asked me to close my eyes and  he started with some guided imagery.  He helped  me imagine walking through a forest, approaching a small pond, running my hands through the water, looking up at the clouds.  At first I thought it was just a way to get me to relax but then I started to really pick up on details of that forest.  I was actually able to smell the trees, I felt the wind rustling through my hair, felt the water on my fingertips.  Holy fuck, I thought.  I’m really being hypnotized right now!  This guy IS good!

“Now listen carefully to my voice, Sabrina….” Dr. Simmons said.  “You see a man approaching you through the thick trees, don’t you?  Walking on that small path by the pond?”

I saw a man who strongly resembled Dr. Simmons walking towards me.  “Yes…” I responded.  My voice sounded thick in my ears as if I was half asleep.  

“When that man comes close enough to touch you, I want you to reach your hands out to him and touch his chest.”  Dr. Simmons instructed.

I obediently touched the man’s chest when he was inches away from me.  Amazingly, just like the wind and the water, it felt incredibly real.

“Now, unzip his pants, Sabrina.”  Dr. Simmons said firmly.  “Kneel in front of him and take his cock out of his pants.  Feel the silky smoothness of his large manhood.”

“Yes…” I said hoarsely.  It was incredible.  I could actually see the veins on his cock and the slightest drop of precum on his head.  The detail was fantastic!

“Now, put his cock into your mouth and start sucking.  And whenever you are having trouble sleeping, I want you to repeat this exercise:  you’re in the forest, the man approaches you, you suck his cock until he cums in your mouth.  I want you to imagine that his cum is a magic elixir that will help you sleep soundly.”  Dr. Simmons explained.

That was genius, I thought! I sucked hard, pulling my head back and pushing back to take as much cock as I could into my mouth.  Come on, Magic Elixir, I thought.  Strangely, I felt the grass underneath my knees start to feel more like a rug but I shrugged that off and realized that no guided imagery can be one hundred percent perfect all the time.  I focused on getting the cum out the man’s dick and finally, after working so hard, the Elixir gushed into my mouth and I swallowed it all up.  I could actually taste the cum in my imagination!

“Very good.”  Dr. Simmons said and I noticed that his voice sounded a little funny as if he had just walked up a few flights of stairs.  “Now, I want you to turn around and walk the small path again… past the pond… between those trees, down the small hill… and when I count to 5, you will be back on my couch, feeling restful.  One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five.  Open your eyes, Sabrina.”  

I opened my eyes and smiled.  “Wow, that was amazing, Dr. Simmons.  I really felt like I was in that forest.  And that man… he looked amazingly like you!”

“Oh, yeah.  That’s probably because I was the last man you happened to look at.”  he said, glancing down at his notes.  “Let’s see how you sleep tonight and tomorrow night.  I’ll see  you back in three days and we can repeat this session.  How does that sound?”

“Sounds great!”  i stood up and we shook hands.  I happened to glance down and noticed that his pants were unzipped.  Whoops!  He must have forgotten to zip his fly after his last bathroom break, I thought.  I decided not to bring it to his attention.  He’d figure it out, I thought.