Chapter 1

' They had eyes and could not see,

They had ears to hear and they didn't know how to listen . '

( Old Testament )

N or I could finish the race psychology, I just had a year to stop monolithic support that university when a job in the administration winked at me. The rest of my colleagues had already mortgaged their future, including Nuria, the rebel, the reactionary, the most contested of my colleagues attacked by a sudden family mantra of poverty, enrolled in a pathetic pedagogical bridge course that would allow her to comfortably earn a living. among children without neck and barrels with a pacifier.

Nuria was the eternal mirror of the heavy lightness of being called Nuria, if there was any magical and special situation that any woman could mess with it was the kind of things in life that she adored. Only Nuria could in a meeting at dawn, in an old house in ruins and by candlelight and when everyone slept, review Nietzsche's postulates by taking off her shirt lightly and chatting in a bra because she just wanted to make me nervous. We were never anything more than friends, I had an adorable boyfriend who studied economics and who adorably left her alone for months and months, as little as he knew Nuria was the type of relationship she was looking for ... a lie.

The heavy notes, the heavy speeches of Professor 'I', the nervousness of the exams, and the corridors of classrooms full of acne and passages through the weak greenhouse of the anteroom of life were transmuted by negotiated in the administration and useless tons of official role. He could no longer bear the speeches of bitter and frustrated people, now he had to learn to live with gypsy merchants of themselves, specialists in the peddling of their person. More than five years had passed, he had no special or bright future in the administration, and the worm of finishing his degree seemed to fall asleep. My days were a beautiful graphical routine that could well be summarized as follows: getting up, having breakfast, sitting in a chair, reading the newspaper, having lunch, having beers, watching television, sleeping.

I did not stumble upon Nuria by chance as in the novels, nor was it after leaving a conference on the psyche of the Amazon mosquito, one afternoon when I picked up the home phone her voice appeared and that was all, as always, as if they had barely passed the Summer Vacation.

-Head, how are you?

-Don't call me head, you know I don't like it.

More than five years had passed and we were there, talking as if only a month had passed. Only once anecdotal and lost two years ago we had seen each other, we did not need to say how happy we were, how excited we were to hear each other, to hear from the other but by the nuances of the voice we knew it. I had never met her so excited, so broken-voiced except when she hugged the waiter at a Chinese restaurant in solidarity for the Tia Na Men massacre.

-Well, I summarize my life in two sentences: I got married, I have a son, and I got divorced.

-They are three.

-Fuck off.

-You are fat, made a seal, with stretch marks and your husband has left you for a younger one with upright tits.

-You are still a gentleman, as gallant as ever, you are a charm, did you know?

Little would I have known her if she thought that the call was due to a sudden domestic interest to know about my life, to drink coffee and change our family photos and start the everlasting boring roll of always remembering my classmates. We had lunch in the same Chinese restaurant of a lifetime, it was coincidence or the hand of fate rather than a pathetic sense of nostalgia, I had decided to take part of the day off from work and was the closest Chinese who would avoid having to go chatting between traffic jams and parking search. As soon as we occupied a table of those Chinese, with ridiculous music in the background, and impeccable tablecloths, Nuria's sister appeared, vaguely remembering her, bringing her young son as an excuse. They talked about baby bottles, baby food and small domestic disputes, I was able to meet their son,he was just as beautiful as her. The sister excused herself and taking the little one they left us alone again, then Nuria without thinking and while she ate small biting celery bits she dropped the bomb:

-I'm not as lazy as you, I continued studying, I went to Paris with the summer savings and I did a master at La Salpetiere, I studied hypnosis and sophrology. More than a fairground or circus barrack phenomenon, clinical hypnosis opened up a spectacular field for me, then I was working in an avant-garde clinic in Barcelona, ​​well, I got married and you know the rest.

Now back here I survive between regressions and four stories for old women, I am so excited and convinced about that field that I recently made a formidable discovery, a very little known field: Clinical hypnosis applied to sex.

Repression, the principle of anguish, all the hidden facets that we carry inside and that life and social norms make it impossible for us, through hypnosis we live ... they do not simulate, you do not believe it, you do not even imagine ... do you live. Easy, aseptic, and uncomplicated, all my male and female clients after treatment look like others, as if freed from anguish, a crust of dirt and soul contamination. But as all new experiences somewhere had to fail, in this case by the therapist, I am so unaccustomed to such situations that I have had to quit jobs for a while. You see, the discovery began with a patient he was treating for a book agoraphobia, he lived locked up, he was even afraid to go out on the landing of his stairs. Once again, as always,the famous Oedipus emerged but in this extreme case even the most repressed pathology. Two hypnosis sessions were enough, in which, from the cataleptic state, I placed her in a narcotic environment and a comfortable situation for her with her own father so that the most scandalous series of orgasms that I have never seen in my life were happening before my eyes. He got to leave the seat completely soaked. Today that patient walks, walks, and her fear of going out and walking is only a vague and vague memory.He got to leave the seat completely soaked. Today that patient walks, walks, and her fear of going out and walking is only a vague and vague memory.He got to leave the seat completely soaked. Today that patient walks, walks, and her fear of going out and walking is only a vague and vague memory.

I had barely been six months with this novel therapy and of which there are no precedents when the unexpected happened last week, you are my only friend, I have no one else to trust, and on the other hand, even if you did not finish your studies, I consider you more of a colleague than no other. He was treating a patient with very atypical endogenous depression, he was unable to work, even to live, he was a young man in his early thirties, a widower and living with the stepdaughter of his marriage, a fifteen-year-old girl broken by pain of the recent loss of his mother. From the beginning I was suspicious of the attraction for the young woman and all the data was putting me on the track, whenever my colleagues refer cases to me they do so because they failed in all attempts. That man, once attractive,he wore the image of desolation and abandonment, you know ... the role of melancholy. The case is that under hypnosis and once the cataleptic state was overcome, I placed him in his own house with his stepdaughter, and he endowed her with a woman's halo, a different image and that he refused to see or recognize, that girl appeared seductive, and taking advantage of a nap she began to suck his member between moans and explanations that she wanted him as a husband. Excuse me but I could not think of any other way, my sexual imagination is very limited as a therapist, the fact is that that man began to really enjoy himself in a way that you can not imagine, we were alone in my office and under the pants he did not hide a huge erection. He swayed, bit his lips,and he must be delaying the excitement if he did not want to see me giving painful explanations when he woke up to the footprint on his pants from ejaculation. Determined I lowered his pants, you know that patients under deep hypnosis do not realize anything, and to my surprise a huge penis appeared that impressed me. I have been divorced for more than a year, at that time I have not had sexual intercourse, it is not that this desperate, even I get along well, only that scene caught me treacherously.I even get along well, only that scene caught me treacherously.I even get along well, only that scene caught me treacherously.

With very little ethics on my part, I surprised myself by lifting my skirt, lowering my panties and placing myself in the girl's place, introducing that penis in the wildest way, I had two orgasms like I had never had in my life. Later that man woke up without being aware of anything or remembering what had happened, and was scheduled for another session in which I repeated the same thing. Today, thank God, he is completely cured.

-What you do is not ethical at all and you know it. For starters you should have started by letting your patients know about the new therapy and what it was about.

-Please, I have not called you to hear the sermon, you are my friend, I need someone to trust me, not a judge. The fact is that this situation left me out of my mind and I understood that within myself there were little-known situations, hidden desires that paradoxically I solved to others but nobody could solve myself. I know you well, you are single like me. I am not asking you to have sex, not even a relationship, we are above that I think, I want you to share these works with me despite brushing against the most scandalous illegality and immorality, that you are my accomplice, my help, my friend. I have no one who can hypnotize me, obviously I cannot do it, in two weeks I could teach you all the secrets and you would be perfectly trained, I ask you to do it with me,that you take me to the hidden world of my most repressed desires and fantasies. I have so much, so much confidence in you that I know that I can be calm and you would not be able to abuse me while I do it. Please, I need you, you are the only person in the world that I would ask something like that. In exchange I offer you my works without any reservations, my patients, together we can explore them, work ... I have patients, terribly beautiful women, you can be alone with them as long as you want.work ... I have patients, terribly beautiful women, you can be alone with them as long as you want.work ... I have patients, terribly beautiful women, you can be alone with them as long as you want.

That morning I didn't go to work, I made a phone call simulating a flu and I stayed in bed savoring that talk. The image of Nuria, beautiful and frozen over the years, her spectacular, theatrical appearance, and especially unique as always, had left me in a state of wonder. Obviously I accepted the proposal, I was not an idiot, the established legality and morality was not something that was too much with my way of seeing life. More or less in cases of need, the law granted the needy father the excuse in the theft of basic food for his family, so more or less I granted that social dispensation for the state of personal need. Without realizing it, my hand was already under the underwear and I was masturbating with the scene of Nuria and her crooked lip as she relived the story that so distressed her,I ejaculated scandalously on the sheets.

A month after classes and classes preceded by the techniques learned by Nuria, discussions, nervous states, and half-day dropouts in which we seemed to be between classrooms again arguing and insulting each other about the different points of view, finally came the day dreamed of the first practice. If we were going to be immoral, illegal, it was about doing it well and within our strictest ethics, so I stayed locked in the small room next to his office waiting for his patient to enter. I heard when I greeted, I heard the first conventional phrases, even through a small cleft I could see a woman with beautiful forms, dark, slender, who cried tearfully in the first fifteen minutes about the abandonment of her life and the emptiness of it.She wore a knee length tube skirt and her chest was not too prominent, her face despite showing the rest of the depression was attractive. Nuria began to submerge her in the cataleptic state prior to hypnosis, soon after she fell into the waking state, at which point she opened the door for me and asked me to sit quietly next to her. While elaborating all the techniques that I had just learned, I boringly observed his office, his paintings and lithographs, for Nuria art was everything that had striking spots and a well-known name, and the decorative figurines that adorned its shelves were tremendously twisted clay shapes , I always suspected the analogy of people with their decorative objects.Nuria began to submerge her in the cataleptic state prior to hypnosis, soon after she fell into the waking state, at which point she opened the door for me and asked me to sit quietly next to her. While elaborating all the techniques that I had just learned, I boringly observed his office, his paintings and lithographs, for Nuria art was everything that had striking spots and a well-known name, and the decorative figurines that adorned its shelves were tremendously twisted clay shapes , I always suspected the analogy of people with their decorative objects.Nuria began to submerge her in the cataleptic state prior to hypnosis, soon after she fell into the waking state, at which point she opened the door for me and asked me to sit quietly next to her. While elaborating all the techniques that I had just learned, I boringly observed his office, his paintings and lithographs, for Nuria art was everything that had striking spots and a well-known name, and the decorative figurines that adorned its shelves were tremendously twisted clay shapes , I always suspected the analogy of people with their decorative objects.While elaborating all the techniques that I had just learned, I boringly observed his office, his paintings and lithographs, for Nuria art was everything that had striking spots and a well-known name, and the decorative figurines that adorned its shelves were tremendously twisted clay shapes , I always suspected the analogy of people with their decorative objects.While elaborating all the techniques that I had just learned, I boringly observed his office, his paintings and lithographs, for Nuria art was everything that had striking spots and a well-known name, and the decorative figurines that adorned its shelves were tremendously twisted clay shapes , I always suspected the analogy of people with their decorative objects.

I was at that point when Nuria, raising her finger to her lips that indicated silence, twisted her gesture and adopted a mischievous smile, taking a pin prick on that woman's arm to make sure she was perfectly hypnotized, and began to undress her before me.

It was the best gift, the patient that she herself had chosen for my first practice, once she was completely naked, she showed enormous, amazing pubic hair, and terrible and appetizing breasts. Nuria began to take her to the scene of clandestine love, a seventeen-year-old nephew, the woman's lips parted lewdly and her tongue began to moisten them, to wriggle her hips on the couch, to lubricate her vagina. Without hesitation, that unscrupulous psychologist opening her patient's vaginal lips showed me how she had started to lubricate.

-Nude if you want.

Although I was erect I refused, I still did not feel prepared, so a sign with my head was enough to continue with his patient. That woman suddenly turned on the chair and offered us her beautiful ass, magically appeared open, pushing back and forth as if they were really penetrating her. It was hard to imagine that he really had nothing behind him, his open mouth, his lewd gesture, his arched jaw, his terribly erect nipples, everything, everything, in the real form of who is enjoying his love. The physiological response of his anus was incredible, it appeared open and convulsing, little winks. That scene continued, the woman rested from a supposed orgasm, collected her gesture and lowered her head modestly, with joy gathered on her lips and simulated resting resting embraced with her love,In a short time it started again.

At that moment Nuria asked me please to start the experience with her, that she did not doubt it for a single moment. He opened his drawer and handed me a sealed envelope, it corresponded to his planned world of sensations when he entered hypnosis.

We started with the background scene of that woman, now she simulated passionately kissing with her love, her skin showed small reddish areas in the form of someone who has had tremendous enjoyment. Nuria, following her own teachings, quickly fell into the lethargic state, and from there and while crossing the borders of hypnosis, I thought about the contents of the envelope. I had in my hand the key to its secrets, I supposed that it was a hidden world of women perhaps, or of several men, or of abject scenes. When she entered that supposedly helpless state I went beyond the alleged pin check and burned her ankle with my cigar without flinching. I betrayed her trust and finally, in my hands and helpless I was undressing her little by little, I had never seen her naked and far from disappointing she amazed all my expectations.That situation was a dream, two beautiful women naked before me, two slaves who would give me all the pleasure in the world, I undressed and taking my penis with my hand I doubted whether to pass it first through the patient or through the mouth of Nuria herself when I decided to open the envelope, my face then became livid, white, my muscle tone suddenly fell, my tension fell so outrageously that I was afraid to pass out and needed to take a seat, the letter read like this:my tension fell so scandalously that I was afraid to pass out and needed to take a seat, the letter read like this:my tension fell so scandalously that I was afraid to pass out and needed to take a seat, the letter read like this:

-Juan, forgive me, I will be brief ... now I am at your mercy, little would I know if I did not know that at this time you have already undressed me and dumped your first ejaculation on my patient. What has been, in your mouth? in your sex? ... your butt? ... your mouth right? It is fair that I am now in your hands, my fantasy is this: I want to be yours, I love you and I have always loved you, my son is yours.

I'm not crazy, remember that Christmas day we had coffee at your house? ... do the math and the numbers. It was not the liquor, I already knew this technique, I abused you because I loved you, it is fair that now you do with me what you want.

My erection fell as evening fell, I began to dress first, then those two women, species of mannequins of the absurd world. I left the security module activated, a recording with Nuria's voice and mine that would wake up the patients in the event that something happens to the therapist. Both women were dressed, combed, sitting in their places of origin, I left the office and walked silently down the small avenue. I needed to think, land. They have never had that feeling of achieving what they always loved? How is it? ... Is it a strange mixture between joy and thick melancholy? I don't know about you, I just wanted to be alone.

Notes on 'Hypnosis'.

Hypnosis or artificially causing the dream state (basically it is nothing other than that) arouses and warms the human imagination beyond where it is really possible, has led to a good number of films and fictional stories and made possible a series as enormous of lies as of incapacity attributable to the supposed and obscure phenomenon that distorted only turns out to be a proper circus show, or a firecracker television program.

The precursor of the phenomena of hypnosis is Mesmer, an aristocrat who in the 17th century discovered 'Animal Magnetism' and even today has some followers, but more or less Hypnosis as a science is to Mesmerism as Chemistry is to Alchemy .

The determining studies and as we know this practice today come from the 19th century by Charcot and the school of La Salpetiere (Paris, France) where they even went so far as to perform some dental extraction operation without anesthesia with the unusual projection of a beam light blue color.

Personally, the tests and studies carried out with the technique expressed in epileptic patients gave unsuspected results, and all recent and authorized studies are extremely suspicious of some phenomena collateral to the hypnotic fact itself, such as that of the regressions (but on the latter there would be much literature to dump) .

The truth is that under hypnosis, no subject does anything that they voluntarily do not want to do, and that more than evident it is more than indicated as a perfect catalyst in the most aggressive therapies on the individual's repression of pathological manifestations or nuances.