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My First Appointment With Queen Cleopatra

The session was amazing. I don’t remember all the details but I am certain I will be back very soon. This is what I recall.

Let me begin by admitting that I was nervous. Although I’ve been hypnotised before, most of my experiences with erotic hypnosis have been over the phone or with recordings. Consequently, it took me several months to pluck up the courage to meet her in person.

Although her name is rather grand ‘Queen Cleopatra’ is extremely friendly and quickly put me at ease. I’d fallen into the habit of calling her ‘Cleo’ in e-mails and she soon took my mind off my nerves as we chatted about my journey and she took me into her office. My eyes immediately fell on the white consulting couch/recliner and I may even have swallowed in anticipation.

Queen Cleopatra is a strikingly beautiful woman. Although she was dressed quite formally for our session (as we’d discussed in advance) I couldn’t help but notice her large breasts and I cursed myself for not requesting a more revealing outfit. We discussed my previous experiences with hypnosis and what I expected from the session. As she crossed her legs I wondered whether Cleo was wearing stockings. She invited me to make myself comfortable and, having adjusted my position on the recliner, I turned to face her and looked straight into the face of her silver pocket watch.

As the watch began to swing gently from side to side I remember wondering if I could sneak another glance at her boobs but thought it might be impolite. Besides, it seemed more natural to let my eyes follow the watch.

We’d discussed in advance, via e-mail, some of my favourite styles of induction and I was pleased that I hadn’t held back. I’d shared my passion for slow sensuous inductions and here I was, lying on Queen Cleopatra’s recliner, watching her pocket watch and getting nice and relaxed.

Cleo’s voice had become very melodious, a really relaxing sing-song style that sounded wonderful. I remember her mentioning that my eyes would begin to feel the warmth of sleepiness and, sure enough, they were feeling warm. The watch swung slowly back and forth and I could feel myself blinking more and more. My nervousness had gone but I’m afraid that I’m very analytical, and I was worried that maybe I’d be so busy thinking about what was happening that it might prevent me going into trance. On the other hand, I thought, I do feel nice and lazy. ‘That’s right’, Cleo said, ‘your eyes are getting lazier and lazier…. Heavier and heavier’.

I realised that I must have heard Cleo suggest laziness before I thought it – or had I thought it first, and then she said it? I had lost track of time and felt myself sinking back into the recliner. In fact I couldn’t feel the recliner at all any more, it was as if I was melting onto it.

‘Lazy and sleepy eyes’ Cleo cooed. ‘So much easier to let them float dowwwwwn now. That’s right….’ My eyes were closed and I struggled to open them.

I could barely make out the blurred image of the watch as it swung before me. ‘So much nicer to let your heavy eyes close now….’

Why was I struggling I wondered? I felt so incredibly good.

‘So much easier for your heavy eyelids to submit to the sweeeeet idea of sleeeeeep’

Blink. Blink. It was so hard to open them again. Should I submit?

‘Feeeel that sweeeet heeeeavy sensation as your eyes driiiiiift dowwwwwwwn…’

Yes. I thought. Sweet heavy sensation, that’s exactly what’s happening.

‘That’s right. It feels sooooo much better to let them drift dowwwwwnn. Driffffttting dowwwwnnnn.’

And I realised that my eyes were closed and it was me – my entire body – that was now drifting. I had wanted to try to memorize every detail of the induction – which is my favourite part of hypnosis – but now I was drifting away and aware of getting heavier and less and less able to think at all.

I let out a deep breath as I went deeper and deeper. I was vaguely aware of Cleo’s instructions but I didn’t need to think. Going deeper felt natural and easy: it was all that mattered…. Just sinking deeper and deeper.

And then, who knows how much later, I was aware of her voice counting me back to consciousness.

’5 and wide awake. How do you feel?’

I blinked and took in my surroundings. I was lying on the recliner, my hands by my sides. I felt like making any movement was too much effort. But when she asked again, I mumbled something about feeling very heavy and relaxed.

We chatted a little and I remember laughing at a joke and then suddenly my eyes closed and I realised she had said some kind of trigger phrase. I felt her warm hand on my forehead, slowly rotating my head as she whispered new instructions. I can’t remember her words but I felt like I was in an express elevator, plummeting deeper than I’d ever been before. The ride was fast but felt very safe and controlled. Soon I was drifting again, unaware of anything but Cleo’s wonderful voice and my complete relaxation.

‘.. and 5, eye’s opening…’

I felt so heavy as I opened my eyes and looked into her smiling face. As I stretched I felt like I was waking from a long night’s sleep. Then, with a little embarrassment, I realised that it wasn’t only my eyes that felt like I’d had a good night’s rest. I also had a classic early morning erection.

I shifted a little in the recliner, hoping Cleo hadn’t noticed. She smiled and continued chatting. I shifted again in the recliner, noticing a kind of tingling in my manhood. Cleo was now looking directly at the bulge in my jeans and as she spoke I realised that every time she said a certain phrase the sensation was getting more and more pronounced. Soon my body was literally jolting every time she uttered the fateful words. My embarrassment had given way to pleasure – I’m not sure whether I laughed or groaned – but suddenly my eyes were closed and again I felt myself descending into an ecstatic dream.

I floated along, experiencing more and more pronounced pleasure. It’s difficult to be certain of what was real and what was a dream but I swear at one point that I watched the pocket watch circling my erect manhood, and every single rotation felt like I was being pleasured by the softest, sweetest mouth. The watch circled and my hips begin thrusting as the pleasure grew and grew. I remember being unable to look away from the sight and, just as I wondered whether the impending ejaculation would upset my Queen by covering her watch with my mess – darkness. Sweet, deep, darkness.

Floating, drifting, deeper and deeper.

When I finally opened my eyes and yawned, I felt like I had been asleep for hours. Slowly I stretched out and looked at Cleo who was smiling at me. ‘How was that?’ she asked.

‘Incredible’, I replied. ‘Amazing’.

‘Hmm’, she laughed, ‘I thought you had a good time’.

Her gaze moved from my eyes and down to my crotch. It was then I became aware of the fact that I seemed to have removed my jeans and there was splash of semen across my belly. I felt myself blush as my Queen handed me some tissues.

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