Relaxation Techniques - Ch.1 - Uptight (Tess) (Patreon)

*** Content warnings: brief mention of bigotry, homomisia, transmisia; consensual hypnosis ***

As usual I met up with Amy at the exit nearest the parking lot once all our classes were done. She gave me a brief nodd but didn't say anything as the two of us stepped out into the cold. It was the middle of January and the weather was predictably unpleasant. 

We trudged in silence over to the car then we both climbed in and she started it up. I grabbed the brush to clear all the snow off, but before I could get back out all the ice and snow fell away from the car with a little scattering of golden sparks.

"Amy?" I asked as I cast a worried glance at my girlfriend. "You don't normally do stuff like that where people could see. Is everything ok?"

Instead of responding, she just put the car in gear and pulled out from the spot. She remained silent as she got us out onto the road, headed for home. 

Now that I was looking for it, I could see the signs. My girlfriend was uptight. Actually no, she was angry.

Being in a relationship with a girl who had godlike power had a lot of advantages, but there were also some things we had to navigate together which normal couples didn't really need to worry about. This was one of those situations.

"What happened?" I asked. "I can tell you're upset hon. Do you want to talk about it now? Or at home?"

"Home," she stated. 

I nodded, and left it at that. Not that I thought she might take her anger out on me, but I did worry she might lash out at someone else. Like the person who upset her. So I stayed quiet, and the two of us drove home in silence.

With the winter weather it was about forty-five minutes before we reached the apartment. We pulled into the underground parking, then silently headed for the elevator. I was carrying my backpack, Amy had hers slung over one shoulder. I noticed there were some new additions to hers that I was positive weren't there this morning. 

She had three rectangular pride patches stitched onto the front of her pack where they could be clearly seen. The rainbow pride flag, lesbian pride flag, and the trans pride flag were all prominently displayed. The fourth patch looked like a custom one-off. It was round, with a black background. Marked in silver thread was a pentagram inside a circle, and around the outer edge of the circle were the seven runes which spelled out her full name Amethyst. In fact it looked a lot like the circle I used to summon her last summer.

I had a feeling that was there to look witchy or pagan, rather than serve any actual magical purpose.

When we got into the apartment we both dumped our packs and our winter coats and boots, and Amy slumped on the sofa with a hard expression fixed on her face. She was staring at a point on the wall as she took a couple deep breaths in an obvious effort to maintain her calm.

I got us a couple glasses of wine and set them down on the coffee table before I sat next to her.

"Ok Amy," I asked in a calm, concerned voice. "Please tell me what happened?"

She scowled, then sighed. After a deep breath she replied, "Last class today we were talking about ethics. The prof asked if anyone could think of a situation where it was ethical for an EMT to not help a patient? And Sandra Hill immediately spoke up and said if someone was gay, trans, 'or some other kind of pervert' then she wouldn't help them. And that kicked off a debate that lasted for thirty-one minutes."

I felt my stomach clench as I grit my teeth. I wasn't even there and already I was angry too. I picked up my glass and had a sip of wine then asked, "So what happened?"

Amy replied, "Four other students agreed with Sandra. Three disagreed, including myself. The rest stayed out of it, as if it didn't affect them."

I sighed, "So what happened? What did the prof have to say about all this?"

"He mostly just let us all argue the point," she said in an uptight voice, "Then in the end he said anyone who admitted they would discriminate against some patients on the tests and exams would get an F for that class. He didn't say it was wrong. He didn't tell them not to discriminate when they were actually on the job. Only that admitting it on the test would flunk them."

"Fuck," I glared. 

She just nodded, then reached forward and picked up her wine. She drank half of it in a couple gulps, then sighed.

I put my arm around her shoulders then commented, "You're super-tense right now. Would you like a massage?"

Amy gulped down the rest of her wine then put the empty glass back on the coffee table. She sighed again, "I'm not sure a massage will do it. I'm sorely tempted to do something I'll regret later."

"No smiting people," I whispered softly. 

She sighed, "I know. I wasn't going to smite anyone. Just... I don't know. Mess with them a little."

I knew she probably wouldn't do that, but I decided to suggest another way of dealing with her stress. 

"If you're too uptight for a massage, we could always try the other relaxation technique? And it's Friday so we don't have to get up early tomorrow, or even leave the apartment. What do you think?"

The other technique I was referring to was hypnosis. When I first mentioned it to her back in September she thought I was talking about something I'd learned at college, part of the psychotherapy program I was taking. And while I had learned some therapeutic hypnosis techniques, I was actually thinking about something I picked up with a former girlfriend. The kind of hypnosis I had in mind would be extremely inappropriate in a clinical setting.

Amy was nervous at first, but she was interested. And it was a really good way to help her relax and forget her troubles for a little while. She didn't want to overreact and hurt anyone with her power, but there were times like today where she could be sorely tempted. With hypnosis I could help her relax, and divert those energies into more constructive directions. Not to mention there were lots of opportunities for fun, for both of us.

After a minute or two, my girlfriend nodded "Ok. Yeah, that would be good actually. Do you want to wait till later, figure out dinner and stuff first? Or just dive in and think about food later?"

I rubbed her shoulders again, and after feeling how tense they were I suggested "Let's leave the thinking till later."

My hand stopped at her right shoulder and I gave it a firm squeeze as I added, "Just relax for now, sit back and take a few deep breaths to get yourself ready."

"Ok Tess," she replied with a slight grin. 

I moved my arm out of the way and she settled back on the sofa. As she started the deep breathing, my hand moved to her left leg and I gently ran my fingers up and down her thigh over her jeans a few times before my hand paused at her knee. When she started to breath out again I gave her knee a gentle reassuring squeeze.

As she exhaled, the stress faded from her forehead and around her eyes. Her jaw became relaxed, and her shoulders slumped slightly while her arms went almost limp. Her knees parted a few inches as tension drained from the muscles in her legs and hips.

Her eyes slowly found mine and she gave me a lazy smile as she took another deep breath.

The gentle pressure in her right shoulder then left knee were part of the induction triggers I set up during our first few sessions. They'd only work for me, and only if she was both ready and willing. 

I kept my hand on her knee as I said in a soothing voice, "Very good Amy. Now close your eyes and keep breathing slowly and deeply. Every time you breath out, feel those annoying thoughts draining away and evaporating into the air."

I still had my wine in my left hand and paused for a sip of it while she closed her eyes and took a few slow deep breaths.

Then I moved my right hand to her left shoulder and gently rubbed it, and commented "Very good. There's still a little tension in here though. Let that go too, let the tension, the stress, and those pesky thoughts all just drift away."

After a little squeeze of her left shoulder I felt the tension in her muscles gradually unwind. After another few minutes she seemed almost completely relaxed. Her head was leaning back against the cushions, her hands rested limply in her lap, and her breathing was slow, deep, and rhythmic.

While that was happening I drank some more of my wine and continued to monitor the tension in her shoulders. Once I felt the muscles there were fully relaxed I reminded her in a soft gentle voice, "If at any time you feel uncomfortable, or you don't like what we're doing, or you want to stop, you will wake up immediately. And when you do wake, whatever the reason, you'll feel refreshed and relaxed. Now tell me, on a scale of one to ten how angry did you get today?"

It took her two more slow deep breaths before she responded. Her voice was quiet, she sounded half-asleep as she mumbled "Seven."

That was pretty high, and I was proud of her for not lashing out at any of those bigots in her class. Or the prof, who should have done a better job and not let it become a debate in the first place.

I drained the last of my wine then set the glass down on the coffee table next to hers. I settled beside her on the sofa again and in that soft soothing voice I told her, "Now we're going to turn that anger into something more useful."

I placed my hand on her left knee again and gave it another gentle squeeze as I told her, "Each time you breath out, imagine you're drawing that anger out of your system. And when you breath in, picture it being transformed, going back into your system but as arrousal instead. Each breath is turning the negative anger energy into positive sexual energy. Each breath out and in will lower your anger and raise your arrousal."

Amy stayed quiet, and as she slowly breathed in and out I counted down, "Seven...six...five..."

By the time we got to one she wasn't so relaxed anymore, but this was a much more fun kind of tension. I could see her nipples straining through her bra and t-shirt, and I had a feeling she'd be squirming if she weren't so deep in the trance. 

"Is all the anger gone now?" 

She nodded quietly.

I asked, "On a scale of one to ten, how horny are you?"

"Fourteen," she replied softly.

"Good girl," I told her as a grin played over my lips. I gave her knee another gentle squeeze and said "Now that we've turned that energy into something positive, you and I can work through it together. Would you like that?"

She nodded once more.

After one more gentle squeeze of her knee I said, "You're going to wake soon, and you're going to be my good little cutie until we've worked through every last bit of that energy, ok?"

She nodded again, and there were a few flickers of magical golden light in the air around her as her body changed slightly.

I grinned again but forced myself to stay calm for the moment. This was another one of the many advantages of having a girlfriend with divine power. We could play around and experiment with things normal couples couldn't. 

And I should have realized from the start I had a thing for short girls, but it wasn't till I convinced Amy to try some different things with her magic that I realized just how much of a thing it was for me. It started back in the summer when she made me a couple inches taller. Since then, she'd made herself smaller for me on occasion. This weekend had just become one of those occasions.

The 'good little cutie' phrase referred to something else we'd set up when we were playing around with hypnosis a few months ago. She already had a submissive streak, but this dialled it up to about eleven while at the same time catering to my thing for short girls. It also set up a few other little treats that the two of us could enjoy together.

From now until we finished working off all that excess energy, she'd be four-foot-eight and subby as hell for me. 

Since last summer I was five-foot-eight, and normally she was five-two. Only she'd just lost six inches off that. Her entire body scaled down proportionately, with the exception of her chest and her hair. Her boobs stayed the same, which meant they actually looked bigger on her now-smaller frame, while her already-long straight silver hair reached down as far as her waist. Her jeans were suddenly too long and too loose, and her t-shirt didn't fit right. Nor would her shoes, bras, panties, or anything else she owned. 

It meant she was now a full twelve inches shorter than me. Next to me she was positively tiny, and just thinking about that was already doing things to me. Just like I knew it'd do things to her too when she woke up.

And finally, she would neither notice nor remember any of these temporary changes were in effect. It would spoil the fun after all, if she was busy trying to catalogue all the little things that were different.

I reminded her once again that all this would end at any time if she was ever the least bit uncomfortable or if she wanted it to be over. Then with one final squeeze of her left knee I counted her up and out of it.

Now it was time for the real fun to begin...