Excerpt:“… and three, feeling warm and relaxed,” a familiar voice said firmly.He was certainly right about how I felt. My head was muddled and foggy, like I was waking from a deep sleep, but my body felt wonderful. Every part of me was tingling and warm and I felt immensely turned on. My stiff nipples rubbed against a thin piece of fabric, and my bare pussy was sopping wet.“Two, almost awake, but still feeling so good,” the man continued, “And one. Wake up, Natalie.”My eyes fluttered open of their own accord, and I raised my head with some difficulty. It took me a moment to recognize the handsome face looking back at me, but I managed to say, “Hi, Mr. Horn.”There was no way he could miss seeing how aroused I was, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even blushing.“It’s actually ‘Professor,’” he smiled and explained, “But it’s nothing to worry about.”“Professor Horn,” I nodded in agreement. That made sense. If he were teaching me things, I would remember them.“Now then,” he said, “Part of the process here is to wake you up sometimes. Ask you some questions, see how you’re doing before getting you relaxed again. You are going to answer all of my questions with absolute honesty. Everything you say here is just between you and me. There is no need to be shy or hesitate. You can be completely open. Tell me how you will answer my questions, Natalie.”That was so easy. I smiled brightly and answered, “With absolute honesty.”He made eye contact and said, “Good girl, Natalie.”The warm praise made me squirm a little bit. There was already a damp spot on the bed beneath me. I wanted desperately to touch myself. I thought about begging, but it didn’t feel right to speak out of turn. He was a Professor, after all. I just looked up at him and hoped he could read it in my face.Professor Horn asked, “Was this your first time under real hypnosis, Natalie?”“Yes,” I nodded slightly, holding eye contact.“I see,” he nodded thoughtfully before asking, “How long have you wanted to be hypnotized, Natalie?”“Always.” The word came out of my mouth before I could even think about it. It wasn’t true in the most literal sense, but I couldn’t imagine not wanting it.