More hypnosis

"You know, hypnosis can be used for more... Intimate purposes," she said, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "You want to have a little fun, don't you?"

I could only nod, and she took me under again.

"My dear, dear boy," Lynn said, straddling me and kissing me. "Let's get something out of the way. First of all, I know that all men want to have more... control when they're making love, don't they? To be able to last longer, and enjoy more." I nodded. Lynn was right. "Well, I think that when we make love, I want you to have a much higher tolerance. You'll do that for me, won't you?" Lynn was so giving. I was glad she took me under. I agreed to have a higher tolerance. Who would say no?

"Good," Lynn said, smiling. "And I think this time, you can even remember that. But the rest of this session will still stay between us, won't it? You won't remember." I could do that for Lynn. After all, she was doing so much for me.

"Very good," she said, smiling even more broadly. "Now, even though I'm your girlfriend and not your therapist, you know I'm still a therapist, right? A very good one." I nodded. Lynn had figured out so much about me, so quickly. She was incredible.

"So when I tell you something that I've learned as a therapist, you'll trust me, won't you? You'll know it's true, and that you feel that way." I agreed easily. No point arguing with someone who knew so much more than me about psychology. If she knew it to be true from her experience as a therapist, who I was to disagree?

"Very good! I'm glad we came this far this quickly. So, let's do an exercise, for practice. First, I'm going to need you to hand me your phone, and show me a picture of your wife on it." I unlocked my phone and found a picture. So far, this was so easy.

"Now, we're going to need your pants off for this next part," she said, pulling my pants down. My erection stood in the air proudly, and she smiled again, but didn't touch it. "Now, sexual attraction and feeling is almost entirely mental. What's in your head," she said, tapping my temple, "can make the difference between something feeling like this..." As she trailed off, she ran the phone with the picture of my wife up and down my cock. It was cold and glassy as she rubbed Jane's digital lips on my dick.

"And feeling like this..." she continued, and began sucking my dick.

After a few moments, she pulled off. "That last one felt better, didn't it?" I nodded in agreement. It was no comparison.

"And now, we know how much more you like these tits than skinny girls like her," she said, motioning to the picture of my wife. "And this ass, too, right?" I kept nodding. "So, it stands to reason if you're more attracted mentally, you'd feel better physically during sex. That's basic psychology." Lynn was so smart. I was glad I had her as a guide through all of this. "Now, close your eyes," she said, and I did, "and imagine your wife giving you a handjob." As I did, I felt Lynn's hand start stroking my cock. "Keep thinking of her giving you this handjob," Lynn continued. "It feels pretty good, doesn't it?" It did. It felt pretty great, and I told Lynn so.

"Good," Lynn said, and took her hand off. "Now, you can open your eyes." I did, and saw Lynn sitting on the floor in front of me. God, she was so beautiful.

"Now, remember how we talked about how much better it's possible to feel, depending on what's in your head?" I nodded, remembering from before. "Good," Lynn said. "Very good. Now, when I touch you, since you're so much more attracted to me, it should feel that much better, shouldn't it?" I nodded again. "Good, good. So remember how it felt when your wife was giving you a handjob," she said, leaning in, "And now feel how much better it is when I do it" she finished, whispering into my ear.

She started stroking my cock, and I felt stars shooting inside of me. It was like I was a virgin having sex for the first time. I had never had a handjob feel this good; I wasn't sure I'd ever had sex feel this good. "Aren't you glad we made you last longer?" She whispered into my ear. I thanked her profusely, stumbling over my words as she kept giving me the most intense, pleasurable handjob I'd ever received. "Me too," she said. "I just want you to feel good, because I'm a good girlfriend. Aren't I?"

"Yes," I managed.

"The best?" she said, still stroking.

"Oh god yes."

"The best ever?" she said, stroking a little faster. This was a near-religious experience.

"The best ever, " I said, "I've never felt anything like this."

"The best ever," she confirmed, suggestively. She kissed me. "Well, I won't tell your wife you said I'm a better girlfriend than she was... But I think I'll let you remember that feeling." I could barely think, and didn't try to. She slowly stopped stroking me.

"But it's not just when I touch your dick, you know," she continued. "That last kiss... It felt better, didn't it? So much better. Let's try again." She kissed me on the lips, and I felt the world slip away as I lost myself into her lips. I hadn't even noticed before, since she'd been stroking me. "I smell better," she said, and as I breathed in deeply to check, I noticed she did. "Taste better," she said, kissing me again, more deeply this time, with tongue, and I had to agree.

We both smiled at each other. "All of your senses," she breathed, running her hand up my arm, and I felt tingling. "They just feel better when it's with someone like me. It's not your fault," she said, "It's just the way you are." I nodded, mutely.

"Okay," Lynn said. "I think that was enough practice. It feels good to trust me as an expert in psychology, doesn't it?" I nodded. That was one of the best feelings of my life. Too bad I wouldn't remember it. "So, just keep trusting my experience when you're awake, knowing that if I tell you psychological facts, they must be true, and I think you'll feel lots more experiences like that." I agreed to keep trusting her. If that's what I was in for, it was an easy sell. "Now, I think it's time you put on your pants and then woke up. And now we're ready for some experiences you'll remember a little better."

Even hypnotized, I couldn't get my pants on fast enough.