This was the challenge I gave to the hypno-therapist.?I want you to tell her that her fears no longer control her. Tell her that she is free from them... Make her believe that she is loved by me, and that because I love her, she is completely safe. Keep repeating that mantra, that as long as she knows she is loved by me, she is completely safe. Nothing can harm her. There is nothing to fear.? And then I began to add the sexual aspect of what I hoped for to the hypnotic assignment.?Tell her that. She held up her phoneso I could see the picture, but kept it out of my reach.'Don't you agree you do look fantastic?' Fran asked.I stared at the three women in the photograph, the one in the centrewaving at the camera. Fantastic wouldn't have been a word I'd normallyhave used to describe a woman like that, as her face was heavy-set, andher smile wasn't as wide as it might have been, so she looked a littlesurly. But fantastic was definitely the right word to use when you knewthat she was. I was secretly extremely happy about what she said, but my reply was a lot less enthusiastic. “What about my parent’s? They thought I was at Ryan’s house last night, how am I going to persuade them to let me stay at his house again?” “Oh, I can think of an easy reason. Don’t you know what day it is today?”“The eighteenth I think…..Oh shit it’s my birthday on Sunday”“That’s right, and we already told your parents that we were throwing a surprise party for you. So you shouldn’t be home until late. I do not mount you quickly. I strip as you hold yourself vulnerable. What thoughts fill you as you await your kiss? I climb onto the bed and kneel between trembling legs. Stooping down, I breathe hot breath on you, then taste. There is no need to handle you. Softly, gently, just a teasing, wet stroking of your pussy, until your breath changes. Then, moving up, my cock slides up, then down, parting the lips and finding home, and I push. Entering just a little bit. Slowly. A gentle, insistent.