After My Three Hour Hypno-Therapy Class

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I step outside the building, into a cold wind. As I stop to do up the buttons of my coat before heading for the metro, I fill out my lungs and let out a long contented sigh. Despite the weather I’m feeling feel great. The class always relaxes me and puts me in a good place. I’ve been going to the class every week for six months, and I think it’s changed my life.  Everyone tells me I’m much less stressed than I used to be.  I feel I’m more in touch with my body, and living more in the present moment.  It’s a three hour class but the time flies by, and Monika, the teacher, is brilliant. Everyone in the group likes her, and she has a soft resonant voice I could listen to for hours… 

 

So then I walk down the street and a few minutes later,  as I head across the bridge,  I hear a voice behind me. 

‘Excuse me!’ 

I turn and it’s the new guy who joined the class a month before.  I stop and wait for him to catch up. 

‘Can I have a word?’ He says, out of breath. He looks anxious. 

‘There’s something you need to see’ he says and reaches for his mobile phone. He presses a couple of buttons and then holds it out in front of my face, and I find myself staring at a video clip of me standing naked with a clear plastic bag tied over my head, ejaculating into a jam jar.

I’m stunned. It’s definitely me.  I can see my face through the clear plastic bag.  I have this strange ecstatic grin. My eyes are open but I am staring out through the plastic like a zombie. My mouth is open and it looks like I am drooling. 


The sight of me doing this is intensely shocking. I have no idea what’s going on. I take the phone from him to get a better view of what he’s filmed. 

After a few moments I see myself moving away out of shot, and that’s when I realise that the video has been filmed in the room I’ve just come from. I see the other members of the hyno-therapy group also wandering around naked, like zombies, with plastic bags tied over their heads with red silk ties, and every one of them is masturbating with one hand and holding a jam jar in the other.  I cannot believe what I am seeing. 

Then the guy says,

‘I had a strange feeling that something weird was going on in that class, and I couldn’t work out why there were never any women turning up.  So this week I managed to get into the room early and hide my phone in the corner, so I could film what was really going on.  Monika is putting us all into trance, and collecting our sperm, and when we come out of trance, we don’t remember anything. I mean did you know that this was happening?’


I am too stunned to reply. Instead I stare at the faces, wrapped in plastic. Everyone in the group seems to be in a state of blissful trance moaning aloud with pleasure.  One by one they ejaculate into the jars and then collapse down onto their mats.  Then each of them takes off the plastic bag, gets dressed and lies back down on the floor, while Monika wanders around, collecting the jam jars. 


I hear the guy beside me saying, 

‘It’s fucking weird, huh? What do you think we should do?’

I restart the video so I can see the beginning. Then this strange impulse comes over me, and I drop the mobile phone into the river, where It sinks without trace. 

He’s upset of course, but there’s nothing he can do. 


On the way home, it dawns on me that this is maybe why last week I found myself feeling strangely aroused by the sight of a shiny black garbage sack, glistening in the sunshine under a tree in my neighbour’s garden. 


The following week I get to the class very early.  I’m always early, but this time it’s so 

I can get into the room to check there are no hidden cameras. 




Daniel Guy 


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