Still training. Still enjoying how sensitive my breasts feel, especially as they bounce and jiggle in the confines of my bra. For some reason they're proving more distracting when they're restrained. I suppose it's because of how the semi molded cups from my bra push against my hard nipples. That pressure can be delicious. And, as I stated, distracting. Not distracting enough to send out a picture though. Yet. It is a curse, after all. rnrnStill enjoying my other files. What I can remember of them. DKaiser's are a blur, but they must work because I listen to them over and over. I was already very susceptible to hypnosis before I started this journey, but now I think my susceptibility has increased. rnrnI love the idea of listening to a file once, maybe twice and having it take hold that quickly. Of submitting to a file almost automatically. rnrnAnd I know that I'll still have to work at some suggestions. Especially those that skirt up to my hard limits. rnrnOne of those limits has always been pictures. Any pictures. But now there's a thought simmering in the back of my mind that's saying if this hypnosis works they way I want it to, the way I believe it will, I'm going to have to email Busenman a pic of my bare breasts. rnrnThe thought excites me in a way it didn't used to. Maybe that limit wasn't as hard as I thought. Maybe I just needed an inescapable outcome.rnrnWe'll see.