I started getting interested in hypnosis in my second year at UC Davis. I read books and tried hypnosis on friends. Eventually, I had people come to me to stop bad habits like smoking, eating too much, or nail biting. I was getting some success helping.
I tried to help my friend, Joyce McKenna with nail biting. As usual for these things I was having better success if I attacked the cause rather than the habit directly. After I got her under, I started asking when she bit her nails, and what was she feeling. “Okay Joyce, remember the last time when you chewed your nails?”
“It was last weekend at the party…in the dorm. David, you know David? Ah…we were dancing when it changed to a slow dance and…David tried…to kiss me. Um…I had to leave…the party and started on my nails.”
Okay, I was getting this kind of response to most of her nail biting. After a couple of sessions, I found out the nail-biting had started early in high school when a guy tried to kiss her. It seemed to me, that it came from a fear of being forced into intimacy and sexuality. Now I had no business trying to help with this kind of anxiety but in my ignorance, I bulled ahead.
I started telling her to keep the mantra ‘take control’ in her mind and I told her to relax. At the next dorm party, I watched Joyce, to see if anything happened. It wasn’t at all what I expected. When Wes danced with her I saw her take control. Boy Howdy. Yes, I know no one says that now, but what can I say. She kissed him on the dance floor during the first slow dance, once, twice then three times, each time stronger and more passionate. Then she suddenly led him upstairs, to her room, I guessed. They were missing for most of an hour. When I saw her again she was flushed with a grin on her face and Wes’s shirt wasn’t buttoned right. I was wondering what they did up there.
This was the first time I realized the power I had—simple suggestions that caused dramatic changes. In her case, I hoped one of them had condoms and used them. She’d let it slip she was a virgin, until that dance.
That aroused me so much that I had to take a quick break to the restroom to relieve some pressure. At our next session, I asked her what happened and she answered, “It was wonderful. We were dancing when this slow song started and I started thinking take control, take control so I did. Instead of Wes trying to kiss me, I kissed him. Then kissed him again. I’d wanted to get rid of my virginity so much that I took control by inviting him to my dorm room. When we got there, I—god, I can’t believe I did it—I started undressing him while I told him, I told him to undress me. I barely remembered condoms but I did. I think I did at least. His hands on my breasts felt so wonderful, it was the first time a boy has touched my bare breasts.
“Then he kissed them and that was even better. I saw his, pe-, no his cock. The first cock I’ve ever seen or touched. I was thinking take control, but Wes wouldn’t let me, at least here. He was kissing my breasts when one of his hands touched me…god, touched my vagina and then my clitoris. The sensation was exquisite. I’d never felt anything like it before. I suddenly realized I was on my back on the bed and didn’t remember when that happened. Wes was forcing my legs apart and he started kissing me lower and lower and I had no idea what he was doing. I tried to get him to return to kissing my breasts and he just refused.
“Finally he was between my legs kissing and sucking and he touched my clitoris and I want berserk. I think I screamed and I know I took his head and forced it to stay there. As I slowly came down I felt him move up so he was kissing my mouth and I think he put on the condom I had pulled out. I think he did.
“I felt his cock at my vagina slowly entering then stopping like he was hesitating when he pushed through and I felt a pain then his cock was inside me. All I could think was I’m being fucked. I’m not a virgin. I’m being fucked. He got rigid pushing into me as hard as he could and I felt his cock pulse then he relaxed and collapsed on me. My first time…was wonderful.”
All I could think is that went way beyond what I had intended though she didn’t seem to realize my hypnosis was the cause. But I did. So was this okay or should I remove my suggestion?
Well, I seemed to have made her quit nail-biting, so I left her alone.
