I am a 64 year old married white male and as many of us come to realize, it is common for us to almost naturally develop 'Bucket List' things we might try or explore with no intention of making them permanent.
Hypnosis is like that to me, specifically erotic hypnosis. I have offered hypnosis to others at a parlor trick level, but had not been able to be hypnotized because of a lack of a 'tist to offer the service.
Recently I met Phil, a man that does hypnotism, including erotic hypnosis. As acquaintances, we understood our common curiosity and playful view of hypnosis. When he asked me what I would like to be hypnotized to do, I immediately offered that I'd like to me put under and then talked into an erection and a hands-free orgasm. Not only did Phil say he had done this before, he offered to try it with me if I wanted. I wanted. We decided to meet the next afternoon when he was off and his condo would very quite. I went over and when he ushered me in, it was about as calming as those folks that do massages in an almost worshipful environment. I was almost immediately at ease. We talked for just a few minutes and Phil suggested that he explain how he would try to do this before we actually began.
Phil said that I would sit in his 'space chair', an easy chair with many angles silently adjustable by remote control that he would hold. I would be nude as erections and ejaculations were key to this working. he would tape my wrists to the arms of the chair, not to restrict me, but so that I could know that I had not touched myself and subconsciously 'cheated'. Phil went on to say that this process could take from one to three sixty minute sessions. He recommended that we plan for all three and if an early session was successful, we would use remaining sessions to build on our success. Phil asked if I had any other questions, but I did not.
As I got nude, Phil placed a large beach towel on the 'space chair', turned the music and lighting even lower, and turned the thermostat warmer.
I am far from massively endowed, and by habit, when I get nude I almost subconsciously rearrange my penis and pull on it to straighten it out and stretch the skin that pants seem to crumple up and compress. I then sat down, almost more like laid down, in the chair. Phil approached me and placed a sort of paper tape around my wrists very loosely. I was not restrained, but if I moved my hands very much at all, it would clearly tear the paper tape. This is part of proving the hands-free orgasm.
Phil sat to my side and began a hushed drone of relaxing mantra of relaxing phrases. I progressively fell out of remembering ...
Later, I realized that I was alert and my first thought was that the project had failed. Gradually, I became aware of the relaxed state that was part of post-orgasmic glow. Even more, I realized a cool, moist sensation and when I looked down at my belly, there was, indeed about a tablespoon-full of semen. I had actually cum.
Reflexively, I moved my hands and actually felt the paper tape tear, so I knew that I had actually experienced a hands-free orgasm!
When I told Phil that I was so glad to have actually reached a bucket-list goal, he shared with me that I had actually ALMOST reached my goal, not actually reached it.
"What do you mean almost?" I asked.
