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Cheryl and the DREAM Giver
(Hardy Feelgood)

    

    I took Cheryl into the office and showed her the massage table that sat to one side. I then invited her to sit down on the sofa that lined another wall and told her to take off her coat and make herself comfortable. When she was sitting I told her to relax her arms and let them fall to the sides of her body. She did so. I then asked her to focus her sight on a small red circle that is positioned on the wall opposite the sofa, high enough so her head was tilted back a little. I told her to keep looking at the red circle and as she did so, to slow her breathing down, making deeper and more spaced out breaths as she relaxed. After a few minutes, her breathing had slowed considerably and I then told her that she should try to slow down the rate her eyes were blinking. As she did so I told her that her eyes would start to feel heavy and not to worry about it. Her arms would also feel heavier and heavier as she relaxed. Eventually I saw her eyes closed. I continued to talk to her softly, encouraging her to relax more deeply. This went on for maybe ten minutes until I was sure she was very relaxed indeed.

    "Okay, I am just going to lift your right arm up. It will now feel very light indeed. So when I let go of it, your arm will stay exactly where it is." I did so and left it hanging in the air. It was a good sign that she didn't immediately let it drop back down.

    "You feel relaxed, very relaxed, but in a moment I am going to take you to the table and make you relax much more than this. Do you understand?"

    "Yes," she said softly. 

    "Okay, trying to stay nice and relaxed I want you to remove all your clothes. There is nothing to be embarrassed or worried about."

    With a short delay, Cheryl unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. The blue bra beneath was also soon discarded and I could see her ample, firm breasts with dark areolas. Cheryl then reached forward and removed her shoes before standing up to roll down her tights under her skirt. Her tights were finally discarded. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt and dropped it and her panties to the floor. She stood there totally naked. She had a small patch of neatly-trimmed dark pubic hair that formed a vee pointing straight down between her legs.

    The massage table had a head rest at one end and a white fluffy towel covered the fleece that covered the black leather mattress that covered the top of the table. The table was about six feet long and just over 2 feet wide. I asked Cheryl to lie on it face down with her hands by her side.