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PRELUDE

I'm in my Psychology lecture at the Univerity of Tasmania, in my final year. It's not my major subject, but it's an interesting elective. Today's topic is hypnosis and its use in therapy.

Dr. Jones tells us that we should not believe the popular mythology about hypnosis. For example, it can never make a person do something that is against their nature. When it works, it can act to reduce a person's resistance to change, thus improving the chance for a positive result in therapy.

After the lecture, I go up to Dr. Jones and ask him if hypnosis would be effective to help me quit smoking. I'm disgusted by my habit, but I've always failed when trying to quit.

"It may help, Pauline," he replies, "if the person is highly motivated and there are no factors which could undermine the effort, such as having a smoking partner who doesn't want to quit."

"I'm single and my roommate doesn't smoke," I say.

"Well, if you truly want to quit, it might help."

"Can you do it for me?"

"Oh no, I'm not a practitioner, but I can refer you to someone that has a good reputation."

"I'd appreciate that, thanks."

I give him my email address, and he promises to send me the details of the hypnotist. I receive his email that evening, and I email Dr. Joyce, asking when I can see her. The next morning, I get a response from her asking me to call her.

"Good morning, Dr. Joyce here. How may I help you?"

"Oh, hi. My name is Pauline. I sent you an email last night about helping me quit smoking."

"Yes, I remember. I'd like to ask you a few questions before scheduling a session."

"Sure."

"How long have you been smoking, and how old were you when you started?"

"I started at fifteen, and I'm twenty-two now, so that's seven years."

"And how many do you smoke in a day?"

"Maybe five to ten if I'm not stressed, fifteen to twenty if I am."

"Wow, that's a lot, and it's not cheap."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"How many times have you tried to quit, and how?"

"I've tried cold turkey two or three times, then the last time with pharmacy medication."

"Any luck?"

"Each time, I did cut down a bit, but then I went right back."

She pauses a moment. "How motivated do you consider yourself to quit?"

"Oh, very much. I'm disgusted by the habit, the smell, the expense. I hate it."

"From what you say, there's a chance I can help. There are no guarantees, though."

"Please help me."

"I will try. I have weekday afternoon sessions at 1:00 and 3:00 and two evenings available, Tuesdays and Thursdays, usually at 7:00. What works for you?"

"This Tuesday at 7:00?"

"Uh, sorry that's booked. Thursday at 7:00 is free."

"Okay, that's good for me."

"Now, the fee is $70 for a 50-minute session. Is that okay?"

"Yes, it will be worth it."

"I can't say how many sessions it will take. If you give me your card details, I'll process the payments after each session."

"That's fine. I want to get started."

"All right, do you have the address?"

"Yes, it's near campus, so I can walk over."

"Great, see you then."

"Bye."

FIRST SESSION - QUITTING SMOKING

On Thursday evening I walk to Dr. Joyce's address and ring the doorbell. She opens the door. "Pauline?"

"Yes."

"Dr. Joyce. Please come in." She walks down the hallway as the door closes behind me. We enter her office, and she has me sit in a comfortable leather chair that faces a large TV screen, turned away from her desk. It's showing what looks like a randomly varying pattern, with occasional flashes of colour.

She turns the room light down very low, so the TV is the only thing to look at. "Just look at the screen, relax and let your eyes get accustomed to the light level while I prepare the program."

I settle into the chair and gaze at the TV. The pattern is soothing, calming me down. Soft sounds begin, something like gentle waves at the beach, but less distinct. Then a very soft tinkling of a piano plays. I'm getting quite relaxed.

The pattern slowly becomes less random, with vague grey spirals appearing near the centre then spinning off the edge. Her voice whispers very softly, "Just relax and enjoy the view. Let yourself sink into the chair."

The spirals become clearer and stronger, lasting longer before spinning off. "Breathe slowly and deeply," she whispers. "Sink down, immerse yourself in the pattern."

My eyes are getting heavy, blinking. She whispers, "Keep looking, let your mind and your body become one with the pattern." I gaze and feel myself being drawn into the pattern.

"I will count down from ten, and at zero you will be in a deep sleep, but you will continue to hear my voice."

She counts slowly, "Ten...nine...eight...seven...six. Let go, trust in the pattern. Five...four...three...two. Almost there. One...zero. Fall in."

My eyes close but I still hear the waves and the piano. "Good. Now visualise a cigarette. Take it out of the pack. Put it to your lips and anticipate the pleasure of that first puff. Light it, and breathe in deep."

"The taste is repulsive. You choke and blow the smoke out of your lungs. Look at the cigarette. It looks no different, but it's not the same. The smoke from the end wafts into your nostrils and burns them with an intense heat."

I cough uncontrollably for a minute, then finally control it.

"You can't help taking another puff. The taste is even worse than the first time, and the smoke sears your throat. You put out the cigarette in the ashtray and breathe in and out to clear your lungs." I cough more.

"Relax now, sink back into the chair. Breathe slowly and deeply, letting your lungs clear. Let your body calm. I am taking away the cigarette. It won't bother you again. That's it. Relax, calm down."

My body slowly settles after the horrible effects of the cigarette. She's gone silent, and it feels like an hour before I hear her say, "Now I'm going to tell you two phrases. They will not take effect while telling you these, but only afterwards."

"In the future, whenever I say 'There's no shame here,' you will fall into the trance that you are in now. And when I say 'Are you okay?' you will wake up, relaxed and refreshed. This only works if I say these. If somebody else happens to say them, they will have no effect. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You will not remember that you have been in this trance, but you will feel the same effects of the cigarette if you smoke again."

She is silent for a while, then says, "Are you okay, Pauline?" I open my eyes, seeing the faint random pattern on the screen and say, "Yes, I'm fine. Why?"

Dr Joyce smiles at me, saying, "Your journey seemed to go well."

"What journey? Was I under? I just got here, didn't I?"

"You did well, and no, you've been here for a while. Let's test the results." I hear a soft whirring sound, and my chair turns to face her desk.

She opens her drawer and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. When she pulls one from the pack, I start to feel ill. When she puts it to her lips, flicks the lighter and brings the flame to the tip, I panic and shout, "No, don't!"

She stops, closes the lighter and hands the cigarette and lighter to me, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm being rude. Here, you have it."

I start sweating and feel horribly sick. I refuse it. She takes them away and puts them back into the drawer. "Bloody hell, what did you do to me?" I blurt.

"Only what you asked of me, Pauline. Smoking is now a fearful act for you, so hopefully, you can quit now."

"Wow, I can't believe how I felt just then. Will it always be that intense?" I ask.

"Generally the intensity fades, but if you are lucky, the negative feeling will persist and you will be cured. Of course, there are still the physical withdrawal effects, which can be reduced by nicotine patches or gum over the next few weeks."

"We should have at least one more session to make sure that this has taken effect. I have one further test for you today, Pauline. There's no shame here." I melt into the chair and I fall back into the trance. "Can you hear me, Pauline?"

"Yes," I reply from the fog of the trance.

"Good. Now for your next session, as well as assessing the smoking treatment, I want you to examine if there is anything else in your life that bothers you or that you want to explore with me. These sessions are completely confidential and this is a safe place for you to express yourself about anything at all. Will you do that?"

"Yes."

"Good. You have done very well, Pauline. You should be proud of yourself. Now you will not remember the words that I have said today, but you will comply with my instructions."

"Yes."

"Are you okay, Pauline?"

I open my eyes and say, "Yes, I'm fine. Shall we continue?"

"We have finished for today, Pauline. Would next Tuesday at 7:00 be good for your next session?"

"Let me look," I say, as I dig out my phone at look at my calendar app. "Yes, that's fine." Of course, I am puzzled, as I don't remember doing anything tonight.

"Did you really hypnotise me, Dr Joyce?"

"Yes, Pauline, and I believe it will work. We'll check it out next time, along with anything else you want to explore."

I am still in disbelief that we did anything, but my phone tells me that I've been here almost an hour.

I get up and walk out, saying, "Thanks, I guess, Dr Joyce."

"My pleasure, Pauline."

I exit her office and out of habit I dive into my handbag for a smoke. Pulling out the cigarette feels odd and slightly nauseating. When I bring the lighter to the end to light it, my body panics and refuses to allow me to light it. Wow, I guess she did do something!

SECOND SESSION - EXPLORING MY ORIENTATION

Over the next several days, I self-analyse myself as I have never done before. I vaguely suspect that it has been a suggestion from Dr Joyce, but in any case, I find one thing that has been bothering me, which I have been reviewing in my mind:

On Saturday night, Jim, my boyfriend, took me out for dinner and a movie, which was nice. He kissed me goodnight at the door to my unit and then reached up to touch my boob. I stiffened and pushed his hand away.

"Pauline, what's wrong?" he complained. "We've been dating for a couple of months now, and we don't seem to be going anywhere with it. I like you a lot and I care for you, and I want to make you feel good. Don't you like me?"

"Oh, Jim, I do like you," I replied.

"Then why can't we go beyond kissing at the door? We're adults now, right?"

I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, Jim, I don't know why I can't."

He pulled away and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, too, Pauline. I don't think I can keep seeing you this way if you can't, you know."

I started to cry and ran inside, flopping on my bed and sobbing. I tried to understand why I can't have sex with Jim? I'm no prude - I've been masturbating for a long time and I like it.

I am pondering this episode as I walk into Dr Joyce's office Thursday evening.

"How's the smoking going, Pauline?" she inquires.

"Fantastic, better than I could have imagined. I tried lighting a cigarette after our session, and I felt sick. I couldn't bring myself to try another one."

"That's fantastic." She turns my chair back to the screen, which is showing the spirals again. "I hope you have other things for me tonight. Look at the screen and relax." I look, and I melt into the chair. "There's no shame here," she says, and I fall into a trance.

"Relax, Pauline. Keep your eyes open and watch the screen." Out of the grey patterns, white rectangles appear and dance around.

They turn into cigarettes, and I whimper, "No, please!" They dance off the screen.

Dr Joyce whispers, "You are afraid of cigarettes. I'm going to help you avoid them without the panic you feel now. Now listen to me." She whispers on for several minutes. I calm down, and when the cigarettes reappear on screen, she asks, "How do you feel now?"

"I don't like them, but I'm not freaking out like before."

"Very good. This time, you will remember everything about this session. This will help you complete the process of quitting. Are you okay, Pauline?"

I wake up and say, "Wow, that helped a lot. I'll remember the dancing ciggies now, and laugh." She turns my chair to face her and she chuckles with me.

She makes several notes, then asks me, "Now what else can I help you with?"

"Um, well, I don't know."

"It's alright, Pauline. There's no shame here." I drop back into the trance. "You are safe here, Pauline. You can discuss anything at all."

I think for a moment, then tell her, "My boyfriend Jim has been pressing me to have sex. I like him a lot, but when we start kissing and he wants to fondle my body, I find myself tensing up. This weekend he broke up with me because I couldn't do anything."

"I see," she says, pausing for thought. "Tell me, Pauline, have any men or boys in your past abused you, sexually or otherwise."

"No, I've had a reasonable childhood, no dramas."

"Hmm. Okay, did you date in high school?"

"A few dates, but most guys just wanted one thing, you know?"

"Yes, I understand. But is there any traumatic event in your past?"

"No, not really."

"Okay." She turns my chair back to the screen, saying, "Just relax for a minute while I find some materials." I gaze at the dancing spirals and ease into the chair.

After some time, she says, "I'm going to show you a series of photos. I want you to tell me how they make you feel."

"Okay."

A nice-looking young man appears on the screen. He can be any student at uni. "Well?" she asks.

"He looks friendly. I'm okay with him."

A pretty young woman replaces the man. "And now?"

"She's nice too. No particular feeling."

Both photos appear now, side by side. "Without saying what you feel or why, Pauline, tell me which picture gives you a stronger feeling."

"The woman." The man disappears.

"Now can you tell me what she makes you feel?"

"I'm not sure, I just like the way she smiles. It's like she's looking at me."

The man replaces the woman. A slide show follows, consisting of several photos of him progressively undressing. Finally, he's nude, facing me. "And now?"

"Uh..."

"There's no shame here, Pauline. Tell me how you feel."

"A little uncomfortable." I see more slides of him, touching his penis and making it hard. Finally, he's facing me, smiling, with the penis pointing right at me."

"Ugggh, yuck. That's disgusting." The screen fades to the spirals for a minute.

The woman reappears. As with the man, there's a slide show of her undressing. When she's nude, I gaze at her. Her body is beautiful, having pert little boobs with large dark nipples. "And now?"

"She's lovely."

"And what do you feel?"

"A little excited." More slides of her appear, with her caressing her boobs and cupping her mound. "And now?"

"Oh, more excited. Is this wrong?"

"Feelings are never wrong, Pauline. They come from you and they are always true."

Another slide of her appears. She's sitting in a chair with legs spread wide. She's spreading her lips apart, letting me see into her bright pink pussy. She's gazing at me and smiling. I gasp.

"Yes, Pauline?"

"Oh my, I've never seen anything like this. I'm so very excited."

"Would you like to see a video of her?"

"Oh, yes, please," I cry, surprised at my unbridled enthusiasm. The video starts. She is naked, on her bed, with legs spread. My view is from her feet, so I have a close-up view. One hand is rubbing her pussy and with the other, she's pulling her nipples. Her head is on a pillow and she's looking down at herself.

"You may touch yourself if you want to. I don't mind."

One hand jumps to my boob and my other hand dives under my skirt, sliding up to my pussy, copying the scene on screen. Her finger slides into her wet pussy and she moans. The hand on my boob flies down and pulls my knickers aside so I can do the same. I moan with her.

She looks up, directly at me, as if she has heard me. Her gaze ignites my passion, and I start fucking my pussy furiously. She gasps, as if seeing me, and fucks herself madly.

We lather ourselves into a frenzy, and when she screams and gushes her juice over her fingers, I cum hard and scream. We thrash and shake together, then collapse. I notice a box of tissues on the arm of the chair; I take three, wipe my fingers off, blot my pussy and replace my knickers over my pussy.

I melt into the chair as I watch her lying back. Then she raises her head and blows me a kiss. I grin and blow one back before realising that she can't see me. Her image fades to the patterns. I rest for a minute before noticing where I am - in Dr Joyce's office, not my place.

I close my legs. She turns me around. I say, "Oh my, you heard all of that."

"Yes, Pauline, but remember, there's no shame here." She gives me a little smile, and I return it. "Take a moment to think about what just happened, and what it might reveal about you."

I think for a minute but can't come up with an answer.

She says, "Let's review the slide shows. You were fine with the clothed man, and his nude picture only bothered you a little. But you found it disgusting when he became sexual."

"Now with the woman, you liked her clothed and became a little excited to see her nude. But when she became sexual, you got so excited that you had to join her." She pauses for a bit. "Does that tell you something about yourself?"

"Oh. Wow. Does that mean I'm a, um, lesbian?"

"I'm not usually huge on labels, Pauline, but in your case, I believe it may apply to you."

"I've never considered that. Wow, I have a lot to think about."

"Yes, you do. Just relax now. Close your eyes and let yourself sink into the chair."

She was silent for a while. Then she whispers, "You will remember this session in detail, and think about it."

"Are you okay, Pauline?"

I blink awake, and the memory of what I have just done floods back to me. "Uh, yeah, I'm okay, but wow, what I just learned."

"I know, you weren't expecting it and it's a lot to take in. But it does seem to explain your reaction to your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, I guess."

"Yeah."

"Maybe in a few days, when you have had time to adjust to your newly-found orientation, you can explain it to him. You said you liked him, so maybe you can still be friends."

"I'd like that. I do like him, and maybe now as a friend only, we can get along better."

"You are a very clever young woman, Pauline. I think you will be fine."

POOR JASMINE

I walk to my place in a bit of a daze, amazed at what Dr Joyce has helped me learn about myself. I start wondering if I can tell anyone, or if I need to. Mum would freak out; she's so straight I'm sure she's never considered me being otherwise. Heck, neither did I until this evening.

On the way, I look at the female students in a new light. I've always appreciated the female form, but now I find myself imagining what their uncovered boobs look like. I have a few fantasies before I get to my room at the residential college.

Stepping in, I see my roommate Jasmine, lying curled up on the bed with her head turned away. I toss my handbag on my bed and say, "Hey, Jasmine, are you okay?"

She turns toward me and I can tell that she's been crying. Her eyes are wet and bloodshot. I sit next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Jasmine?" I say softly.

She grabs a tissue and blows her nose. "Oh, Pauline, I'm so lonely. I don't know why nobody likes me. I know I'm strange-looking and have tiny boobs and I'm too shy to meet anyone. And when I finally meet a guy and go on a sort-of date, he ghosts me."

"Who was this?" I ask.

"George. I think you met him once at the cafeteria."

"Oh yeah, he seems nice."

"I thought so, and I finally managed to let him know I'd like to go out with him, and we did go out on Saturday. When he dropped me off, I thought, 'Oh finally, I'm going to be kissed.' But he just said, 'See ya,' and walked off. Now he's not returning my texts, and if I call, it rings once and then goes to voice mail, like he's rejected my call. And of course, he hasn't returned my messages."

"Oh, Jasmine, I'm so sorry. You are so sweet. I'm sure someone will find you and care for you."

She cries again for a minute, then says, "I don't know. I think something's wrong with me. I wish I knew what."

I lie down next to her and hold her close to comfort her. I say softly, "There's nothing wrong with you, Jasmine. You are a lovely person, and you are beautiful."

I haven't meant to feel anything sexual about her, but my body stirs in a way that is a little more than friendly. She relaxes a bit and holds me tight. I feel her little boobs press into mine, and I try not to let on what I am feeling. The last thing she needs now is for me to come onto her.

I hold her for a few minutes until she seems settled. I get up and pull my phone from my handbag and sit on my bed. I copy Dr Joyce's email address and send it to Jasmine.

"Jasmine, I just emailed you the address of someone that's just helped me a lot. She uses hypnosis, and she's helped me quit smoking. And she's also helped me with something else in my life. So she might be able to help you explore." I don't want to say what the other thing is, of course.

She sniffs and finds her phone, checking the email. "What is she like? What does she do? Isn't hypnosis all weird, like they make you do things you don't want to?"

"No, hypnosis can't do that. She's very professional. She uses it to lower your resistance to talking about yourself and exploring your life. That's all. I don't think I'll ever smoke again."

"So how can she help me?"

"Well she wants to talk with you on the phone before booking a session, so she'll ask you what you want before having you over. Think about it, and send her an email and she'll get back to you."

"Oh, I don't know."

"What do you have to lose Jasmine? Other than the $70 fee, of course. It's up to you, but I recommend giving her a try."

"I'll see."

"Okay. Your choice." I kiss her on the cheek and go to my desk to do some homework.

JASMINE GOES FOR IT

Over the next few days, I examine my life in light of the newly-discovered side of me. I'm delighting in the effects that pretty women have on me. I guess that I've always felt something, but now I know what it is.

I have to admit that I'm looking at Jasmine that way now. She's a short, thin Asian with long, straight, dark hair. Her facial features are exotically attractive to me, but perhaps some people do find her a bit strange. Her boobs are tiny, as she said to me, but I find that very appealing.

On Monday afternoon, I'm studying at my desk when Jasmine comes in. "Hey, Jasmine. How's it going?"

"I just went to see Dr Joyce, and, um, she gave me some things to think about."

"I bet. Care to share?"

She blushes brightly and says, "Um, maybe some time I will, but I have learned something about myself like you said I would."

"No worries. No pressure." I smile at her and keep working.

"I think I'll take a nap."

"Sure, okay, I'll be quiet."

She undresses to her knickers and bra, and I glance sideways at her, instantly becoming excited. I try hard not to look like I'm staring at her exquisite petite boobs and the finely trimmed dark bush showing through her sheer knickers. She crawls under the covers.

I'm having difficulty studying, with the visual memory of her lovely body floating in front of my eyes. After a few minutes, I hear her stirring and see the covers moving. Oh my, I think she is masturbating. That thought makes my nipples harden and my pussy start to get wet.

I am so excited, I have to leave and run down the hall to the toilet. I fly into a stall and close it, ripping my jeans and knickers down. I bring up the image of Jasmine and I rub my pussy madly. I hope she's doing the same, thinking about me.

I cum faster than I have cum in a long time. I guess that I have been having unrecognised feelings for her since I met her, but now that I know that it's women that excite me, she has done so very strongly.

I wipe myself clean and dress and wash my sticky hands and my face. I start down the hall to my room, but I decide to give Jasmine plenty of time to finish, so I take a short walk outside first.

When I return to the room, Jasmine is on her side, snoring softly. With my needs satisfied for a while, I study again.

WE NEED TO TALK

I finish my assignment for tomorrow, submit it to the class portal and check my emails. I don't see anything of interest, so I hibernate my laptop and rest on my bed. I glance over at Jasmine's back under the covers and sigh. I'm eager to find out what she discovered, but I know that she must tell me in her own time.

I wake to see Jasmine standing over me, dressed again. I must have nodded off. "Want to get some dinner?" she asks.

"Yeah, what time is it?"

"Almost 8:00."

"Oh, wow. I guess I needed a nap. The cafeteria's closed. Want to go get pizza?"

She smiles and says, "Great idea."

We put on jackets and walk the few blocks to the pizza place and order. We sit at a table, across from each other. We talk about a few things, then Jasmine goes quiet and acts like she wants to say something.

I say, "So is there something you want to say?" She blushes and looks down. "It's all right, Jasmine. As Dr Joyce would say, 'There's no shame here.'"

Her face goes blank. Her eyes stare through me. Oh, shit. Dr Joyce must have forgotten to tell her that the phrase only works if she says it. Now I have Jasmine in a trance.

I think for a second about getting her to tell me what she's learned about herself while she is in the trance. Then I decide that's unethical, so I say, "Are you okay, Jasmine?"

She blinks and says, "Yes, I'm fine." She goes quiet again, and I let her think. The buzzer alerts us that our pizza is ready.

"I'll get it," I say, and I go up and collect it. We munch away in silence until we have devoured the pizza.

"Pauline?"

"Yes, Jasmine?"

"I think I'm ready to tell you what I learned about myself. It shocked me, and I'm not sure I've processed it all."

"You can tell me anything, Jasmine. I promise to keep it secret."

She takes a deep breath. "After talking for a while, Dr Joyce showed me some things."

"What kind of things."

"Pictures of a man and a woman."

"Oh?" I say, wondering if these were what I was shown.

"Yes, first normal ones, then, um, oh this is embarrassing."

"There's no..., um," I start to say the phrase again but I stop to avoid triggering the trance. "I mean, you don't have to feel ashamed of anything."

Another sigh emanates from her. "Okay, but please don't judge me. It's so strange." I remain silent and wait. "Then she showed me a picture of the guy naked, and even with an erection."

"How did that make you feel?"

"I didn't like it at all."

"And then?" I say, suspecting what was next.

"She returned to the woman, naked this time."

"What was that like for you?"

"Oh, Pauline, I was actually, you know, excited."

"Yes, I understand. Anything else?"

"Oh my, yes. She showed me a picture of her with her, oh this is hard to say."

"Her pussy spread wide for you?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

"I saw the same pictures. Did she show you the video?"

Jasmine blushes bright red and stammers, "Yes, she did."

I venture to say, "And you got very excited, didn't you?"

She chokes on her answer and just nods a little.

"Your nipples got hard and you got wet between your legs, didn't you?"

Jasmine's eyes go wide and she nods more.

"And you touched yourself like she did, didn't you?"

She gasps and whispers, "How did you know?"

"I had the same reaction, Jasmine. I was so incredibly turned on by her that I had to rub myself and cum when she did."

"Wow, really? I thought I was being perverted for doing that, but Dr Joyce told me that feelings are always correct. Oh, this is all so new for me, I don't know what to think."

"Relax, Jasmine. When it happened to me last week, I discovered that I am a lesbian. It had never occurred to me before then, but since then I have thought about my past, and it explains a lot of things. I bet that it will for you, too."

"I was always taught that it's so wrong to be that way, Pauline. I guess I feel it now, but I am going to have to come to terms with it. I'm scared."

I reach my hand out and place it on hers, saying, "We can get through this together. I'll help you."

She gazes at me, her eyes watering, and says, "Oh, I hope you can."

"I will, Jasmine, I promise."

We walk back to the college, starting hand in hand until she withdraws hers. "Sorry, Pauline, I'm not ready to be found out."

"I understand, Jasmine, I'm not sure I am either."

We continue in silence until we enter our room.

OUR FIRST TIMES

We take off our jackets and stand close, gazing into each other's eyes. Her beauty captivates me and I put my arms on her shoulders. She steps into me and our lips come together in a soft, tender kiss.

My passion flares and I slip my tongue out and lick her lips. She moans softly and my arms slide around her to pull her to me. I feel her little boobs on mine, which are not much bigger.

She clamps her arms around me and kisses me passionately. I return the kiss, writhing my body against hers. I pull away and hold her face in my hands. I say breathily, "Oh, Jasmine, I want you so much."

"I want you too, Pauline, but I've never done anything like this."

"Neither have I, Jasmine, but I want to explore everything with you." I pull away, strip quickly and run to my bed, pulling down the covers and jumping in. She strips and stands as I gaze at her. Her boobs are so lovely and again I notice that she has a thin trimmed triangle for a bush with straight hair.

She jumps in with me and we resume our kiss as our naked bodies press together. I am wild as I feel her hard nipples on my boobs. I spread my legs and pull her on top of me. My mouth leaps to one of her lovely hard brown nipples and sucks. She presses her bush onto my shaved pussy and I feel my clit throb.

I reach down and pull her hips down hard, mashing her pussy onto mine. I lick her nipple madly. She moans and starts humping me. I moan with her. We surrender control to our newly discovered desire for each other.

Our passion builds like an out-of-control forest fire, feeding on its energy. Faster and faster we hump until we both scream as we explode. We keep mashing our pussies together, gradually slowing, until she collapses on me.

I hold her close as we catch our breath. I can feel her heart pounding. I luxuriate in the most amazing feeling that I have ever experienced.

It takes several minutes before either of us can speak. Finally, I say, "Wow, Jasmine, that was my first time, and I'm so glad that it has been with you."

"Oh, Pauline, it is my first time too, and yes, I'm happy it was with you."

We smile at each other and kiss tenderly. She slides off of me and I hold her in my arms. I pull the covers over us and we gaze at each other, kissing gently every so often until we drift off to sleep.

In the next few days, Jasmine and I talk a lot about our lives, how we have never before understood our desire for a woman and how we can adjust to this. We continue exploring our lovemaking, finding lesbian videos for hints, laughing at some that are so obviously fake. We mock them when watching by screaming "Oh, oh, oh," in unison to the worst ones. But some give us good hints on things to try.

We haven't come out yet. We know that most people won't care, but there are still some people that can't handle the fact that we are lesbians. Someday we will when we find a way. In the meantime, Jasmine and I have developed a true love for each other, and we have never been happier.

THE INVITATION

I write an email to Dr Joyce expressing our gratitude. She replies, wishing us well and inviting us for a free follow-up discussion. We go in the next Monday morning at 10:00.

"Do come in, Pauline and Jasmine. So nice to see you both. I hope you are doing well."

We grin and I say, "We've never been happier, thanks to you."

She smiles and replies, "Well, I'm glad that I could be of service. Is there anything else either of you wants to follow up on?"

Jasmine says, "Not really, except that now we have to figure out how and when to come out."

"Yes, that can be tricky. It depends upon so many things, most of which you can't control, like the attitudes of friends and family. At least it's better than when I came out twenty-odd years ago. I can't provide too much specific guidance, I'm afraid. Good luck with it."

"Thanks," we chime in unison.

"There's another reason I asked you in. Every now and then I host a kind of party for my successful clients of a certain nature. I call it the Alumni Club. And I'm inviting you two to the next one."

"Wow, thanks. What kind of party is it?" I ask.

"It's a very sexy event, with only women present. You will be expected to be naked. You don't have to participate; you can only watch if you choose. Other than that, I will keep the details a mystery."

Jasmine and I look at each other, and she says, "What do you think, Pauline?"

"I'm game if you are," I reply.

"All right, let's be adventurous," my lovely little Asian lover agrees.

"Great, now it starts on Saturday week the 22nd at 3:00, although you will be picked up before then and brought to my house. I'll need your pickup address." I give it to her.

"When we have RSVPs from all, I'll email you with the exact details. You may email me before then if you have questions, and you can back out at any time."

"I'm excited," I say. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Wonderful," Dr Joyce says as we walk out the door.

Walking back to the college, we talk about the party, wondering just what we have gotten ourselves into. We can cancel, but we agree to give it a go.

During the next couple of weeks, I'm so curious and excited about the party. On the Thursday before, Jasmine and I each receive an email from Dr Joyce with the details. She lists the following points:

1) Your pickup time is 2:25 sharp on Saturday. If you are more than five minutes late, you will be skipped and miss out. Be early if you can.

2) Have showers beforehand, but don't use any perfume. Some of our guests may be allergic.

3) The location of my house is secret. You will be expected to wear a blindfold that we provide during the ride. Removal will forfeit your entry forever.

4) Your first stop will be a change room, where you will strip completely and lock everything in a locker.

5) Phones and cameras are not allowed past the change room. They must be placed in the locker.

6) Your couple's safe word for this party is "BANANA". Either of you can use it to bail out at any point. The driver will return you home. If one uses it, it covers both, so you might wish to confer with your partner first.

7) Upon arrival, you will both be given individual release words. We will explain at the time what this means.

8) Additional details will be provided at the party. Please prepare to enjoy yourselves!

We discuss these and get so excited that we have to make love, taking turns licking pussies.

THE ALUMNI CLUB

On Saturday, Jasmine and I are very excited. We wait at the address we gave Dr Joyce from 2:00. At 2:24, a small limo pulls up. The driver gets out, looks at us and asks, "Pauline and Jasmine?"

We squeal "Yes!". He opens the door for us as we clamber in. He hands us a large envelope each, with our name on it. He closes our door and gets in the front.

He instructs, "Open the envelopes and follow the instructions. Read the cards, then put on the blindfolds." We find that the cards contain the same instructions as the emails, with our couple's safe word highlighted, so we put those back into the envelopes. Then we giggle and put the blindfolds on.

The limo starts up and drives for about fifteen minutes. The city noise decreases as we continue, with only road noise to hear. For the last few minutes, I hear the tyres crunch along a gravel road.

The limo stops. The driver says, "Keep the blindfolds on." He opens the door and we struggle to get out.

"Take my hand," a female voice tells me, and I reach out and find her arm. She guides me out, taking care that I don't hit my head. I hear Jasmine follow. "Hold our arms, and we'll guide you inside." We walk for a minute on gravel, then on paving stones.

I feel that we are ushered through a doorway, and I hear the door close behind us. "You may remove your blindfolds." I take mine off and it is taken from me and placed into the envelope with my name on it and the envelope is placed on a table with others.

Dr. Joyce walks up. "Welcome to the Alumni Club, Pauline and Jasmine. Jasmine, follow me to the change room. Pauline, please wait here."

They go through a door and it closes. Several seconds later, Dr. Joyce returns, letting the door close, then says to me, "Your release word is 'crocodile'. I will explain what it's used for in the parlour. Follow me."

I follow her into the change room. There are benches and lockers. "Strip completely, put everything into a locker with a key in it, close the door and take the key. There's an elastic band to keep the key on your wrist. I suggest going to the toilet before entering the parlour."

She leaves us and we look at each other. "Well," Jasmine says, "here we are."

"Yes, here we are. So let's do it."

We strip off and visit the toilet before taking breaths and going through the far door to the parlour. I see five pairs of large, comfortable leather chairs with wide arms arranged in a circle, facing the centre. The floor in the centre is covered with cushions.

Three other couples, all women, are already there, naked like us. I see names at the bottom of each chair front and I see that two empty chairs have our names. The chairs have soft thick towels neatly folded on them, and we sit, sinking into them.

The other women murmur, looking at us, but particularly at Jasmine. "Isn't she lovely?" one whispers. Others agree.

Dr Joyce enters, naked like the rest of us. "Welcome, my lovely alumni. I'm pleased to have you at my celebration of female sexuality. I have helped all of you realise your natures, and I hope that you are happy with your knowledge." I see nods all around.

"You have known me as Dr Joyce, but in this club, I am Ellen. I'd like to start with a little ritual to break the ice. I will start with my announcement and I'd like you all to do the same."

"Hi, my name is Ellen, and I'm a lesbian." She points to Mary.

"Hi, my name is Mary, and I'm a lesbian." She looks to her left. This continues until we have all affirmed our nature.

"Now, does everyone remember your couple's safe word? Use it if you cannot continue and need to leave," Ellen asks, looking around. "Good, now remember if you use it, it applies to the couple, so both will have to leave. I hope you won't feel that you have to use it, but it's your option if you can't go on."

"Does everyone remember their individual release words?" Again, we all nod. "I will be giving you a suggestion in a minute to heighten your pleasure, preventing you from touching yourself as you watch. It can be released with your release word. These apply only to the individual and it doesn't mean you have to leave - it only releases the suggestion so that you can move your arms."

Jasmine and I look at each other. She whispers, "This could be fun." I smile and nod.

"Place your arms on the arms of your chair and get comfortable. Remember ladies, there's no shame here," Ellen says. We fall into our trances. "Today you will be completely aware of what happens, and you will remember everything. The suggestion is that you cannot move your arms. They will be held in place until I release your lock or if you use your release word or your couple's safe word."

I struggle to move my arms, and I find that I cannot, so I relax. The lights go very dim, and I can't see much of anything. I hear the waves and tinkling piano, remembering them from the first session. "Relax now," Ellen instructs in a soft tone. I see a silhouette of another person who comes in and lies down in the centre. The lights come up and the sounds fade out.

"Ladies, I believe you all know Monica," Ellen announces.

We all gasp as we recognise the woman from the video. Monica starts touching herself, gliding her hands over her whole body. She caresses her legs, bending them to reach the feet and toes. This opens her lips to display her pussy. She looks around and smiles at all of us.

"Oh wow, she's even hotter in person," Jasmine whispers.

"Mmmm, yes," I reply. "I remember her in the video acting like she could see us watching her, but now she can for real."

Monica's hands move to her firm boobs. Her fingers dance around her nipples without touching them. I feel my nipples harden. I look over at Jasmine, and her nipples are rock hard too. I'm starting to get so wet. I understand why we have towels now.

Glancing around the room, every woman is staring into the centre, even Ellen. I return my gaze there. Slowly, Monica closes her fingers toward her nipples. I hear lots of heavy breathing. When her fingers complete their journey and pull on her nipples, gasps resound in the room.

My hands want to fly to my boobs and pussy, but of course, they are locked. All the women look like they are feeling the same way. I see legs being spread around the circle, lips glistening.

Monica keeps pulling and twisting her nipples, opening her legs wide now. I see her full lips start to drip and I glimpse some pink at the edge of the far lip. I glance at Jasmine, and she's rocking her hips, trying to get her pussy stimulated.

Ellen kneels and gets between Monica's legs. She kisses down the inside of one thigh, then up the other one. Moans cascade around the room. Ellen extends her tongue and I gasp at its length. She teases up the edge of one pussy lip, then hopping over the clit, down the other.

I'm going wild with desire, my arms desperate for freedom, but I know that the restraint is fueling my passion. I notice others wriggling.

Ellen's tongue slides just inside her lips, at the bottom, then licks up between them. I hear a scream of "watermelon" from across the room, and I see Liz plunging fingers into her pussy, fucking madly. Jasmine and I glance at each other and smile, as we continue to resist.

Ellen takes her fingers and spreads Monica's lips wide, then licks inside them on both sides. More moans fill the room. Liz is rubbing her clit as she fucks herself wildly, and screams as she cums.

Ellen now dives her long tongue deep into Monica. Liz's partner Erica yells "mango" and she copies Liz's actions. I hear cries of "Oh, fuck!" and "Ahhhh" from others as I gaze at Monica's pussy being invaded by Ellen's relentless tongue.

Ellen flicks Monica's clit quickly, and she gasps. Ellen teases her with random, infrequent flicks. "Oh, you bitch!" Monica shouts although we all know she's loving it. I'm trying to rub my pussy on my towel, but it's not working very well. My arms are still locked, of course. My body is aflame.

Finally, Ellen relents and thrashes Monica's clit hard and fast. She screams and bucks her body, "Oh, fuck, I'm cummmming!" Liz and Erica cum with her, emitting unintelligible primal sounds. The rest of us manage somehow to resist releasing ourselves, knowing that more is to come.

Ellen stands and turns around, examining the results of her work. She grins. "Well done, ladies, except for Liz and Erica," she says as she chuckles. She helps Monica to her feet, who returns to her chair, spreading her legs and cupping her dripping mound.

Facing Liz and Erica, Ellen says, "Well since you two are released, would you like to take turns next?" They say nothing but leap down to the floor, eager to start. Ellen returns to her seat.

Liz is a voluptuous, mature woman, with large boobs and a thick, curly bush. Erica seems young enough to be her daughter, with a delicately thin body and A-cups for boobs. The contrast between them is delicious. Liz lies on her back, spreads her legs wide and Erica lies on top of her. They kiss passionately as Erica writhes on top.

Erica pushes her shaven pussy onto Liz's bush and slides up and down. Liz responds by wrapping her legs tightly around Erica's hips and pulling her hard into her. I can't see it, but I imagine that with their previous cums, their pussies are dripping onto each other.

They are so hot that they cum again within a minute. I writhe in my passion, so hot and wet but unable to bring myself off. I notice the others doing the same. Then I look at Sylvia across from me. Her legs are wide open and creamy juice is pouring out of her pussy, making a huge wet spot on her towel.

Liz and Erica rest for a minute, then return to their seats. Ellen stands and says, "Wow, we have three couples who have resisted release. That's amazing. Who wants to go next?" Nobody volunteers, so Ellen says, "All right then, let's go around and vote for someone else. Pauline and Jasmine, who would you like to see next?"

I say, "Mary and Eloise." Jasmine nods in agreement.

All of the others vote for us. "Well, it seems that Pauline and Jasmine have been elected. Are you two okay with that?"

I look at Jasmine and she nods. I say, "All right, we've never done anything like this but we'll try."

Ellen returns to her seat. "I'm sure you'll do fine," she reassures us. "You are released now." I feel my arms fly up as if real handcuffs have been unlocked. I take Jasmine by the hand and lie her down on her back.

I lie next to her and gently caress her body, fingers tracing down her legs then back up. They lightly brush through her bush, and I hear moans from the others. I move my hands up to her lovely tiny boobs, closing my fingers on her hard nipples and stroking them.

"Oh fuck, apple," I hear. I look up at Mary whose fingers are pulling her nipples. I smile at her, gazing into her eyes as I continue stroking Jasmine's nipples. "Ohhhh," I hear from another pair. I see it's Liz and Erica also stroking their nipples.

I lean my face down and brush my lips over one of Jasmine's nipples. She gasps softly, and I hear from Eloise, "Damn, I want to lick those beautiful nipples. Grapes." My eyes peer up and see her pulling her nipples too.

I start sucking on the nipple, licking it hard and fast. Jasmine screams and her body shakes. "Ohhhh," Eloise moans as she plunges her fingers into her pussy, fucking it hard and fast. My hand moves down and a finger slides into Jasmine's wet pussy.

Mary and Eloise are now fucking themselves, screaming. Moans from others fill the room. I start a slow fucking of Jasmine, and she moans too. When she starts humping my hand to ask for more, I suddenly thrust two fingers into her tight wet pussy and fuck her mercilessly while lashing her hard nipple with my tongue.

Jasmine screams as she cums, flooding my hand with her juice. Liz, Erica, Mary and Eloise all cum with her. I pull my face off of Jasmine's nipple and look around. All except Sylvia and Lydia have released themselves and are filling their pussies with fingers, even Ellen and Monica.

Jasmine suddenly leaps up and tosses me onto my back, diving her tongue deep into my pussy, then licking my clit wildly. Her sudden attack along with my level of excitement releases a massive cum within seconds. I scream, "Ahhhhh". She keeps lashing my clit and I cum again and again until I push her head away, complaining, "No more, no more."

She lifts her head and grins at me. I return the grin. We hear wild applause from the others. We stagger to our feet and return to our seats.

Ellen stands up and walks in front of Sylvia and Lydia. "My, my, ladies. You two get the grand prize for discipline. I can see that Sylvia must be dehydrated from all the juice she has poured out already. You're not exactly dry either, Lydia. Are you ready to take your turn in the centre?"

They nod vigorously. "Very well, you are both released." They almost knock Ellen down on their way to the floor, and Ellen sits again.

Sylvia pushes Lydia down and gets between her legs. She lifts a leg and slides one of hers under it, scooting her hips up. Grabbing Lydia's hips and bucking up, she mashes her dripping pussy onto Lydia's. She starts fucking Lydia madly. I can only imagine how hot they are, having held out through all of the other performances.

I look at Jasmine and see her plunging fingers into her pussy. I follow suit as I gaze back at the couple in the centre. They writhe like animals, moaning and panting until they both scream as they cum. Copious juices flood their pussies and run down the sides of Lydia's hips.

I cum hard and I hear Jasmine scream.

Groans resonate all through the room, replaced by heavy panting as we all recover from our massive orgasms.

Linda stands and says, "Wow, ladies, that was the hottest session ever at the club. Are you okay?" We all blink as the light trance lifts.

"Thank you so much. Let's have a break. Drinks will be served soon. Then you are all welcome to stay for a party, with no planned events."

Mary and Eloise come up and ask if we want a foursome, I say, "Yes, but I need a break. Whew." Jasmine hesitates, then says, "Okay."

After toilet breaks and drinks, Mary and Eloise insist that it's time. They say, "We've decided that Jasmine has the most beautiful nipples in the world, and we each want to suck and lick one." Jasmine blushes and they take that as agreement, so they gently lie her on the floor.

They do as promised, and I'm excited to see Jasmine being pleased. As she gets excited and I see her pussy start to drip again, I get between her legs and lap up her juice. Then I lick her clit, and with three tongues on her, she cums hard.

We take turns doing three-on-ones, and we collapse afterwards. Other couples have started leaving, and we wearily find our way to the change room to shower and dress. As we make our way to the foyer, Jasmine says to me, "Wow, I've never felt more desirable."

"See, Jasmine, I told you. You are exotically gorgeous. Don't ever think otherwise."

"Yeah, I guess."

After a while, our driver returns from giving another couple their ride home. We dutifully put on our blindfolds and we are taken back home.

The next day, I call Dr Joyce and profusely thank her for the wonderful club invitation. I ask, "Where on earth did you get the idea for that?"

She replies, "I visited this amazing place once called Luscious Ladies Spa And Resort, and they had a Show Room with a similar concept, although with physical restraints. I adapted it to use hypnotic suggestions to achieve the same result."

"Well, it had an amazing effect. Watching sexy women without being able to touch myself made me so incredibly excited. When I finally got to participate, the orgasms were mind-blowing. That place sounds phenomenal."

"Yes, that's the idea. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. And seeing you and Jasmine entertained the rest of us greatly."

I thank her again and hang up. I think how far I've come to terms with my sexual identity since first seeing Dr Joyce, and I'm so pleased. And, of course, I'm so very happy with Jasmine. I hope we can stay together and love each other forever.