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Hypno- ssage part 1 (ff)
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Subject: REPOST-"Hypno-ssage", part1 (f/f)
Date: Sat Jul 22 22:18:12 1995
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responsibilty for anything anyone does with this.
*** PART 1 ***
Lisa stared wistfully at the open book on her desk. Lately, things at
her computer consulting business had been going well, but good business also
meant constant pressure. With that came constant stress. With no one to go
home to, Lisa came to work early and went home late. Now, she was paying for
her success with frayed nerves and a short temper.
So now she stared at the phone book, dreaming of saying screw it all
and getting a massage. She'd been thinking of that a lot lately, just leaving
one day and having some handsome massuere massage her entire body. But she
never quite got the nerve. So she just looked at the book and dreamed.
The phone rang. Swearing, she slammed the book shut, threw it towards
the shelf, and picked up the handset.
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Trisha sighed as yet another overweight, balding executive gave her
her fee and walked, smiling, out the door. Why, she wondered, were there only
a few types of people who came to her? There was this guy, who thought he
needed a break after two hours in his plush office. There were the middle-
aged ladies with arthritis. And there were the young guys who thought that
just because she was attractive and was a Licensed Massage Therapist, she
was also a whore. Those people really pissed her off.
She checked her appointment book. One more today, she thought. Yet
another business type who really believed they deserved to be pampered. Some
day, she thought, there would be more "normal" people coming to her, just to
relax. At least, she hoped so.
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At quarter to six, Lisa slammed the phone down. She had been talking
to the same damn client for two hours. Everyone else in the office had left
long ago. Again swearing, quietly but with feeling, she grabbed her purse and
walked out. Getting into her car, she sat there and took a deep breath. She
realized that if she went home now, she would just sit there thinking about
what she should have been doing while she was on the phone with that yo-yo.
So the obvious answer was, don't go home. Just drive somewhere. Where? She
decided it didn't matter. She started the car and left the parking lot, going
in the opposite direction of her apartment.
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Trisha espcially hated doing bookkeeping. It was just after six, and
here she still was, going over the books for the past month. What a pain, she
thought. Taking a deep breath, she got back to work. She never realized she
hadn't locked the front door.
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Lisa had no idea where she was. She drove slowly, looking for streets
that she knew. There were none. Turning a corner, she drove past a house with
a sign in the front yard. She didn't catch the name, but saw the letters,
"LMT" as she drove by.
She went another block or so before she remembered what that stood
for, having seen it many times in the Yellow Pages. Telling herself to just
do it, she turned around. Slowing in front of the house, she saw the lights
were on in what appeared to be the office, and there was someone sitting at
the desk. Without giving herself time to talk herself out of it, she stopped
the car in front of the house. Getting out, she locked the car and went up
sidewalk towards the house.
At the door, she paused. Her mind was racing now. What am I DOING
here? Do I really want to do this? This is crazy. Just go back to the car and
forget it. This is nuts. Oh, well, the door is probably locked anyways. I'll
try it, and that will be my excuse, she thought, please with her reasoning.
The door opened. Worse still, a bell rang. The person at the desk
looked up at her in surprise.
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Startled, Trisha looked up. Standing in the door was a young woman,
very attractive herself. For some reason, she looked terrified.
"May I help you?"
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Lisa stood there in shock. Oh, my God, she thought. They're open. Oh,
no. Now what? She tried to say something, her mouth moving wordlessly. After
a few seconds, she managed to stammer, "I - I'm sorry. I thought you were
closed. I mean... I didn't know you were... I..."
Trisha tried to figure that one out. The girl had come here thinking
she was closed. Hmm... Then she thought this was probably a spur-of-the-
moment thing for the girl, who probably had never had a massage. She knew
many people were nervous the first time they came to her, but this was a
little extreme. Smiling, she tried to reassure the girl. What the hell?
"It's OK, come on in. What can I do for you?"
"Um... I was just... I mean... I thought... maybe... you know..."
Lisa realized she was sounding like an idiot, and the thought angered
her. Taking a deep breath, she felt her face flushing bright red. Looking at
the woman, she said "I've had a lousy day and I was driving around and I saw
your sign and I thought I'd stop and get..." She paused, finding herself
unable to actually say, out loud, that she wanted a massage. Besides, this
was a woman, not the handsome guy she'd been fantasizing about. This wasn't
working. "Never mind, I'm sorry to bother you." She turned to leave.
For some reason, Trisha realized she wanted very much to give this
girl a massage. This was a nice, normal, if a little unsettled, person, not
the usual bozos that came to her. "No, please, it's OK. Really. Come on in.
Let's talk about it. Please."
Lisa looked at her, still uncertain. The woman got up and came over
to her. Motioning to some chair by the wall, she asked Lisa to sit down.
Reluctantly, Lisa did so. Trisha sat down next to her, and studied her. She
was indeed attractive, Trisha thought. Why wasn't she home with her husband?
Glancing at Lisa's hands, she saw no wedding or engagement rings. For some
reason that pleased her, but she couldn't figure out why. Never having even
thought about being turned on by a woman, she didn't recognize the signs.
"You thought you wanted a massage, but now you're not sure any more,
right?" Lisa, still red-faced, just nodded, looking at the floor. Trisha felt
her heart beat faster, but couldn't understand why. "Have you ever had a
massage?" Lisa shook her head. Trisha tried again. "I had a bad day at work
too. But I don't think it was quite as bad as yours must have been."
That did it. Lisa's head snapped towards her, and the story of her
wasted day came pouring out like a waterfall. Trisha sat there, stunned at
the girl's outburst. That's when she realized she didn't even know her name.
Putting her hand gently on the girl's arm, she said quietly, "My name is
Trisha."
Lisa stopped talking. She looked at Trish's hand on her arm. She
realized she had more or less exploded at this woman, this Trisha person, and
there was no excuse for that. She felt as if she were going to cry.
Trisha saw the tears building in Lisa's eyes. Massage school hadn't
tought her anything about this situation, she thought wryly. With nothing
else to offer, she said, "It's OK, really. It's OK."
Lisa pulled a Kleenex from her purse and wiped her eyes. She felt
like a complete fool. Here she was, a successful, professional woman, sitting
in what looked like a doctor's waiting room, wanting to cry like a baby. That
was totally unacceptable. Stuffing the damp Kleenex back in her purse, she
stood up. "I'm very sorry I bothered you, Trisha. I didn't mean to cause a
scene like that." she shook her head. "Like you said, I had a very lousy day,
and I just can't take it too much more." She paused as she realized what she
had just said. Was she ready to quit her job? This was getting more and more
complicated.
Trisha stood also. "I'll tell you what. It looks to me like what you
really need is a vacation. I can't arrange that, but I will do this. You're
here already, you've come this far, you might as well leave with what you
came for. You can get a nice, relaxing massage, and it won't cost anything at
all. But there is one condition."
Lisa's eyes narrowed. What was this now? She was actually tempted,
but she wasn't agreeing to anything until she heard Trisha's condition.
"What's that?" she asked.
Trisha smiled at her. "All you have to do is - tell me your name."
Lisa blinked. What the...? Suddenly she was laughing uncontrollably
at the absurdness of it all. A simple fantasy about a massage had turned into
something totally absurd. What the hell, she thought. Trisha was right. She
was here anyways. After a moment, her laughter subsided, and she sighed.
"Deal. My name is Lisa. I'm so sorry for all that. I'm not really
like that, but after the way my day went..."
"That's OK, we all have those days. That's why I'm here. I can't make
those days go away, but I can make them more bearable." Now Trisha paused, as
she realized that Lisa was exactly the type of client she had been waiting
for. She decided right there to make Lisa's massage her best yet.
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Trisha led Lisa down the stairs. Her actual work area, where the
massage table was, was in the basement. It was cooler here, and quieter. Lisa
found herself getting nervous again as she followed behind Trisha.
Trisha snapped the lights on. It was a fairly large room, white
painted walls, think white carpet, and an oversided massage table in the
center of the room. On one wall was a cupboard, against another was a shelf
with a stereo and Trisha's books. As Lisa came in, Trisha said, "Usually, I
have a client fill out a medical form. I think we'll pass on that for now."
Now it was her turn to blush. For some reason, she didn't want to ask this
question. "But I do have to ask if you have anything contagious."
Lisa stared at her for a moment, then shook her head. Trisha smiled,
and for some reason felt a sense of relief. "I have to ask that. AIDS, you
know. I'm supposed to wear gloves if there's any chance of anything like that
but I don't think it's the same if I wear them. Do you want me to wear
gloves?" Again, Lisa shook her head, and for some reason, she thought for an
instant of how nice it would be to feel Trisha's hands against her skin. She
blinked, confused.
Trisha pointed to a small door, and said that Trisha could take a
quick shower. She would find a towel there as well. When she was ready, she
could come back out. For some reason, she pointed something out that she very
rarely mentioned to her clients. "It's fine if you want to put some clothes
back on, but it's better if you don't wear very much." Her body tingled as
she said that, and still she couldn't figure out why. Lisa looked at her with
a very peculiar expression, and disappeared into the shower room.
Trisha stood there, staring after her. Then, remembering she had to
get ready herself, she prepared the room, turning the lights down, warming
the oil, etc. Noticing the stereo, she frowned for a moment. Then, not quite
knowing why, she hunted through her tapes until she found one with soft,
romantic music. As she started the tape player, she puzzled as to why she'd
picked that one. Oh, well. She shrugged it off.
A few minutes later, the oil was warmed properly, and Trisha was
ready. She felt light-headed, almost dizzy. She frowned again, and shook her
head. What was going on here? She heard the water stop in the shower room.
A moment later, Lisa came out. She was wrapped in a towel, her long
dark hair shiny with moisture. Trisha's heart skipped a few beats, and she
felt her mouth go dry. Regaining her composure, she smiled at Lisa.
"OK, all ready?" Lisa smiled a bit and nodded. Trisha asked her to
lie on her stomach on the massage table. Lisa stepped up to the table and
looked curiously at Trisha as she got onto it. Her towel was still wrapped
around her, and Trisha gently asked her to remove it. She felt her breath
quicken as Lisa dropped the towel to the floor.
She was wearing only her panties. Her breasts were pressing against
the padding of the table, and Trisha found herself staring at her soft,
tanned body. Lisa was still looking back at her with a puzzled expression.
"Is everything all right?" Lisa asked. Trisha snapped out of it and
quickly answered yes, everything was fine. Her head was spinning, and she
noticed her hands were shaking. As she opened the bottle of oil, she spilled
some. Looking quickly at Lisa, she saw her eyes were closed and she hadn't
noticed. Trisha furiously told herself to calm down and do her job.
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Trisha's skilled hands glided smoothly over Lisa's body. Lisa's legs,
back, shoulders, and arms were covered with the warm, soothing oil. Lisa lay
there in a daze, not quite asleep, not really awake.
Trisha was finding it hard to concentrate. She noticed the blank,
serene look on Lisa's face. Lisa's breathing was deep and regular. Trisha
didn't understand why she was feeling this way, it was almost like she was...
...turned on? The thought hit her like a freight train. Was this
girl, this fragile girl, actually making her excited? She had never thought
about lesbian love before, and wasn't really sure how to deal with this new
idea. As she continued stroking Lisa's body, she tried to come to terms with
her feelings.
She had to admit to herself that Lisa was certainly pretty. And she
was very well-built. And her skin was so soft. Lisa sighed, totally content.
That did it. Trisha realized that she really was getting aroused.
This had never happened to her before, and she had actually given massages
to many attractive people, both male and female. But she had never thought of
any of them in even a remotely sexual way, despite what everyone thought of
people who were in the massage business.
OK, Trisha thought. Lisa turns me on. Now what?
Her eyes swept over Lisa, coming to rest on her panties. Why not?
Very quietly, she spoke. "Lisa? Lisa, would it be all right if I were
to move your underwear out of the way?" She held her breath in suspense.
Lisa, by now totally relaxed, mumbled, "Hm, hmmm..." Trisha, not
wanting to get it wrong, said "Lisa, I didn't understand. Can I move your
underwear? It will make it so much easier."
".......yeah....."
Scarcely breathing, Trisha gently took hold of Lisa's panties on
either side, and slowly slid them downwards. Lisa's body moved just a bit,
and Trisha quickly pulled them all the way off. She paused, staring at Lisa,
waiting for her reaction. There was none.
As Trisha began gently kneading Lisa's buttocks, her mind raced. She
found herself thinking of a course she had taken in school, where there had
been an entire unit on hypnosis. Should I?, she thought. She looked again at
Lisa's face. She looked so peaceful, so alluring. Her mind made up, she spoke
again, very quietly, as her hands continued to carress Lisa's body.
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"Lisa? Lisa. Lisa, if you hear me, nod your head just a tiny bit."
She watched, fascinated, as Lisa's head moved slightly. Her mouth dry, Trisha
spoke again.
"Lisa, you came to me so you could relax. As I have massaged your
body, you have felt yourself relaxing more and more. Now, Lisa, I am going
to tell you how you can relax even more completely. All you have to do is
relax and listen. Please nod if you understand." Lisa's head moved again.
Shaking with excitement, her hands now resting unsteadily on Lisa's
thighs, Trisha continued.
"Lisa, think about how you feel right now. Think about the relaxation
that reaches from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Your entire
body, every muscle and every nerve, it totally relaxed. I have massaged just
one side of your body, and already you feel this total relaxation. Now, Lisa,
I am going to gently move your body so you will be lying on your back. You
must not help me or resist me at all, just remain relaxed and limp as I do
all the work for you."
Gently taking hold of Lisa, Trisha slowly rolled her over onto her
back. Lisa remained limp, with no resistance at all. Trisha's eyes were drawn
immediately to Lisa's breasts, as they rose and fell with her breathing. She
wanted suddenly to take them in her hands, carress them, squeeze them. But
she took a deep breath and told herself to wait.
She opened the bottle of oil again. Soon Lisa's shins and abdomen
were covered, as Trisha's hands spread the warm oil over her body. Now she
turned her attention to Lisa's neck and shoulders, all the while softly
telling Lisa to let go, relax, listen to her voice.
Trisha had no doubt that her suggestions were having the desired
effect on Lisa. She knew that the physical relaxation, along with the fact
that Lisa really had no idea what to expect, made it a certainty. She knew
that her gentle carresses and her soft, soothing voice were slowly and
surely taking control of Lisa's mind. Trisha tingled with delight as she
imagined the sensations Lisa was experiencing right now. And as she thought
of the sensations they would both soon experience for the first time,
something else happened that never had before during a massage. She felt
warm, damp sensation between her legs. She continued massaging, talking,
massaging, talking, sending Lisa deeper and deeper into her trance.
Finally, Lisa's entire body glistened with the warm, sweet-smelling
oil - except for her breasts and the dark triangle between her legs.
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*** END OF PART 1 ***
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