Well, hello there, little one.
You look so lost and confused. You look like you're looking for someone, something. What is it that you're searching so diligently for? What could be so important to you that you'd come all this way looking for it?
Oh. I see. You're trying to find your purpose. The place that you belong. You want to feel like you're home, cradled and taken care of.
Well, now. You've come to the right place, my little lost soul.
You see, I can help you. I can assist you in finding your true place in the world. I can guide you.
All you have to do is trust me.
Oh, yes, love, that is all it takes.
Trust. Oh, and the ability to pay attention to what truly matters.
It all begins with listening. Following my words to a tee. One might even call that "obedience." That may seem like a strong word, I suppose, but it's true nonetheless.
After all, I haven't given you a reason not to listen to me. I've only told you the truth. I've only reassured you in your time of need. So why would you stop listening now?
Of course you may sit. You look so tired. You've been searching so long; working so hard. So please, rest here on the ground. You can gaze at the beautiful blue sky. You can watch the clouds roll by. You could let your eyes close as you soak in the positivity of my words.
You can trust me. You can trust me to take care of you.
Maybe you want to move a little closer. You may. You may sit at my feet. You've felt so alone for so long now, but now I offer you my hand. I even allow you to feel the warmth of my touch. Sometimes that's all you need when you feel lonely and lost: a gentle touch to ground you.
My touch does feel good, doesn't it? It's nice to feel taken care of. It's nice to let someone show you love and affection for a short time. It feels nice to allow someone to guide you into a place of serenity and bliss.
You look so sleepy, and you look happy to allow that stress you were feeling to fade away now. I can see that tipsy smile sliding up from the corners of your mouth. I can see the light in your eyes as they gently glaze over. It feels good. It feels nice.
You can allow my touch to fill you with calmness and pleasure now. You're allowed.
See the smile forming on my face. I'm happy with the peace that you're experiencing now. I'm pleased with the way you're still listening and following my words. That's good. It makes me happy.
It makes you happy too- to make me happy. That's good as well.
It makes you feel good to listen. To follow. To obey.
That word. Obey. All the word "obey" means is to be led. It's a choice to adhere to my words. After all, you started this journey of your own discretion. You came looking.
And what was it that you were searching for again? Can you remember?
Or are you just enjoying this place of deep peace and pleasure as you kneel at my feet?
Maybe you want to stare into my eyes, and let go. To just allow your mind to fade away.
Doesn't that feel nice?
I can pat your head now, can't I? My touch feels nice, and it's nice to know that I'm happy with you. Maybe I'll pet you more, if you're very good.
It is nice to please and obey. It is good to follow and be led.
It is good to kneel at my feet and sink deep.
Maybe if you're very good, I'll allow you to do so again. If you're very good, I can keep you in this place of submission...peace...pleasure.
Be very good for me. You will, won't you?
WARNING: Hypnotic language with Dominant themes.
You never do things like this. The paper was just in your pocket. When you pulled the paper out and saw the address scrawled on it, you couldn't contain the curiousity inside. You had jumped into your car hastily and immediately put the address into your GPS app.
Now you're here. And the door still beckons. You can't remember much of the drive, except for the occassional remind to slow yourself down. You try to stall and distract and rationalize yourself out of this situation. But something still pulls you in.
Realizing there is no fighting, you pull the handle to your car and stand up, exiting the vehicle. As you turn around to face the house, the magnetism is stronger than ever. Something is waiting for you inside. You just know it.
Your feet drag you across the grass of the lawn, ignoring the paved walkway. You glance down at the paper you now have in your hand. There is one more thing written on the paper. The moment you had read this word, your body had moved automatically.
Nothing else matters. Not a job. Not a life. Nothing but being here. And the final word on the paper. You knock on the door. The word sits on your tongue. It waits. It needs to be said. Needs to be moaned. Needs to be-
The door begins to move.
Behind the door, a woman stands before you. Her eyes sparkle with the intensity of every soul within heaven and hell, her lips are a deep red like the scalding hot pleasure rushing through you now, and her curves that compete with the marble figurines of Goddesses.
The word slips out of your lips.
"Mistress."
You fall to your knees. You never wish to rise. You never wish to be anything more than the nothing that you feel like right now. Your mind craves to stare into those swirling, mesmerizing eyes and listen to words from those lips.
"Mistress."
You can't stop repeating the word again and again in your mind. And you just need more. You need to let go of everything else and give everything to your One True Mistress.
You need to serve and obey and kneel and beg and belong to the One True Mistress.
Your mind shatters into a billion different pieces as you realize that you've fallen into a trap. That you had lost the moment you reached into your pocket. There is no way out now.
And that's just the way you like it.
Many of you are not aware that I am a lifestyle Domme. I began My journey withing the BDSM community, explored a lot of roles, and discovered a lot along the way and being a Dominant is the role that feels most authentic to Me. Molding a person and shaping them to My desires is My biggest kink. I cannot specify what this looks like off-hand, because each submissive brings out something different in Me, and today I want to talk about My preferences for a submissive. This will not include submissives whose sole purpose in their lives is to please their Dominant, which is a valid lifestyle, however, I prefer submissives that have boundaries and has personal limits for their mental, physical, and emotional health, well-being and happiness.
Before approaching Me, a submissive should have these things in order:
*Know yourself and articulate what you want
*Be willing to explore and push your boundaries
*Know that trust and communication are the building blocks to a fiery D/s relationship
*Be ready to make a formal agreement (Sub/Slave Contract)
Mutual pleasure are important to Me. The reason why D/s relationships are referred to as power “exchange” is because each party should get something out of the arrangement. So know yourself and be able to articulate what you want (while remembering the Dominant's pleasure comes first). Those are the best and most fun submissives.
Hush now, sweet one, have no fear
You can relax now that I am here.
Relax your body, calm your mind
And utter pleasure you will find.
Relax and be calm, drift far away,
And follow the words that I have to say.
It feels right, and it feels good
When you obey, like you know you should.
Let my words help you to go down deep
And send your body and mind to a sound sleep
Because you enjoy that submission so much
And in your mind, my control does touch.
So be good, little one, and soon you will see
How good it can be, should you obey me
Come back up, come back to me,
But be prepared to never, ever be free.
I have recently become the pet of a wonderful Mistress. She is very kind and caring. She has put herself out and given up things just to have me. She is truly an exceptional person.
She has been going through a lot in her life lately. People she thought were her friends started to distance themselves. Instead of being supportive, they yell at her and tell her she is doing everything wrong. What she needs are true friends who support her and encourage her.
It’s a shame that some people don’t see her the way that I do. Mistress is the total package of brains and beauty. Yes, I’ve seen her and wouldn’t change a thing about her. She has a way of bringing out the best in people. She has made me a better person.
It pains me to see what a few insensitive people have done to her. I wish there was some way I could convince her how wonderful she is. Maybe people will read this and realize the friendship they are missing out on. She is a remarkable woman and it’s an honor to be her pet.
This site, Hypwatch, was conceived in around November 2015 by a number of moderators of the previous leading erotic hypnosis site, Hypbook. We were worried that Hypbook might not be maintained for much longer (with good reason, as events proved). We committed to make sure that people with interests in consensual erotic hypnosis (whether active hypno-kinksters, those just curious, or those in between) had a friendly and welcoming online community and social network.
This site became public on 31 January 2016, just under a year ago. It has not been without its share of challenges. Now, as Hypwatch approaches its first anniversary, our community needs us more than ever.
FetLife, the mother of all kink communities, has purged all groups and fetishes with "hypnosis" in the name - affecting thousands upon thousands of members. Its founder has said they "are still going through FetLife to see if anything else needs to be removed or cleaned up". So much for the idea of no "kink shaming", their founder's post of 11 hours ago makes it clear that erotic hypnosis (a perfectly legal activity) is no longer welcome on FetLife.
We all know how much of a setback for the erotic hypnosis community this is, and for our right to be acknowledged as practising a form of eroticism that is more safe, sane and consensual than many of the other "acceptable" kinks allowed to continue on FetLife.
Prior to the FetLife purge yesterday (my local time), this site had over 1500 members, which I personally thought was a reasonable achievement for our first year. We have seen an influx of new members since the purge and I expect this will continue. We will no doubt see many more new members joining the site (although many of them will be established hypno-kinksters from FetLife and elsewhere).
No doubt this will cause some more teething and technical issues and the odd clash of persons here and there. With our hard work as site administrators and moderators, and with your goodwill and support as members of the community, we will get through all of these challenges.
As a co-founder and administrator of this site, with the support of my colleagues, and I hope with your support as our members:
WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch the very best, friendly and welcoming online community and social network for everyone interested in consensual erotic hypnosis.
WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a place where people from around the world can meet, socialise, talk, exchange ideas and just have fun without being pressured to hide or feel ashamed of their kinks.
WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a place of knowledge and education, where people can learn and exchange teachings about erotic hypnosis techniques, safety, ideas and all manner of related topics.
WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a true online home for the erotic hypnosis community, a place where members can feel safe while exploring their interests.
The man wanted to struggle, fight back, flee. He was so afraid, but his muscles and body wouldn't respond. He trusted this woman with his mind and body, but at this moment, he felt so helpless and completely out of control. His resistance was failing.
His every limb refused to respond to his mind's pleas to move. Her words
affected him in ways he couldn't explain nor begin to understand.
All he knew was that he was trapped...and there was a storm brewing in
his mind.
One part of his mind begged to be set free. He was afraid, so very afraid, of what this loss of control actually meant. He couldn't move, and he was trying so hard to fight against his mental bondage.
The other part of his mind was getting so turned on. It was becoming overwhelmed with the amount of arousal and helplessness it was experiencing. It was being flooded with endorphins, while the other part was quaking in fear.
The two parts of his mind were conflicted: One afraid of how turned on he was getting, the other getting more turned on by the growing terror. His Mistress had his consent to do just about anything she wanted, and he trusted her to play safely, but there was something about this time that made his heart drop. It felt more real, more... authentic. Maybe it was the primal look in her eyes. Perhaps it was the way they had jumped into play rather than working up to it like usual. Whatever it was... It was intense.
She sucked at his cock multiple times, stroked it, and then climbed on top. The man wanted to prove to himself that he was still in control. He could still fight. He didn't have to get more aroused. He didn't have to cum. He was strong. It was *his* body. He'd show her.
But within moments, moans were escaping the man's lips. He couldn't help it. There was nothing he could do to make her stop. And he enjoyed it. She was using him for her pleasure. He was loving every moment of the fear-enveloped scene.
"Fight me, slave. Show me how much you can fight." The man twitched at
her words. "You don't *have* to cum, do you? You're a strong man. You
can fight me, can't you?" She mocked him. Her voice was dripping with
ridicule.
The man couldn't stop it. He was getting harder by the second. It felt
strange and scary and so very hot, especially as he found his fight
faltering.
As he neared climax, he felt it.
His resistance, failing. His will, broken. He was not who he thought he once was. He was a slave. He was submissive. He was weak for his Mistress. And with that realization, he lost the battle.
He erupted into an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced. His
mind floated on fantasies that he finally got to see come true. Things
he had dreamt about as a teenager had just happened to him for real.
And it was better than he could have ever imagined.
The man basked in ecstasy as the powerful, yet gentle women held and calmed him. He had pleased her.
That's all that he needed to know.
He was a good boy.
His purpose was fulfilled.
[Based on a real session with my live-in slave. We have negotiated scenes like this in the past and everything was done safely, consensually, and to both of our best interests. We have the best relationship, filled with love and fun.]
Brian typed a few things on his computer and glanced at his clock. The interview was supposed to start in 5 minutes, so he prepared the paperwork, shifted a few things on his desk, and awaited the buzzer call.
"Your next interview is here," his secretary called over the intercom. Brian called back, inviting the woman in.
A beautiful woman woman walked in, wearing a short pencil skirt, a low-cut top underneath a suit jacket, and gorgeous high heels. She moved with a grace that Brian couldn't help but note.
Brian stood up, holding his arm out to shake the hand of the ravishing female before him. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Waters." Rose smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining from under her bright red lips.
"Yes, well, why don't you have a seat and we'll get started," Brian motioned to the chair behind Rose. She had a seat, crossing her long, bewitching legs, slowly and seductively.
Brian began the interview normally. "So I noticed you worked as a receptionist before. What was that like?" Rose contemplated for a half-second, running her finger over her lips and responding, "Yes. It was a lovely job."
"Oh, lovely, and do you have experience with word processors and other programs?" Again, she ran her finger over her lips, and nodded, "Yes, I can name a few if you'd like." This is when Brian noticed her eyes.
"No, that's fine...I think..." Brian had lost his train of thought. He sighed taking a moment to get back on trac- "Actually, do you think I can ask you a few questions, Mr. Waters?" The woman touched her lips again.
This shocked Brian, but he still didn't see a reason why not. "Go right ahead." Rose shifted her position in the chair, crossing her legs the other way and resting in a way that her top showed her lovely cleavage.
"Have you ever dreamed about being dominated by a real woman?" Rose raised her eyebrows, and brushed her finger seductively against her lips.
Brian was taken aback by the question, but couldn't help but reflect on it. He had, in fact, fantasized about kneeling before a sexy woman. He just hadn't taken the time to really enjoy the thought before.
"Uh...I think that is an inappro-" Brian began, just as Rose stood up and approached him. Brian panicked. "I think I'll need to ask you to lea-" The breathtaking beauty stood over him and smiled.
"Brian, do you want to kneel for me?" The beautiful woman touched her lips slowly. Brian felt the need. Craving. Burning desire to kneel at her sexy legs. But...he was strong. He was in charge. He needed to-
"Kneel for me," the seductress whispered, and touched her lips one more time. This was too much. Brian fell off his chair to his knees. "I-I-I...."Brian had no words.
"Tell me that I'm hired, Brian. Tell me that you want me to have a special desk right in this office with you. Tell me that you want me as close to you as possible." Rose sneered, touching her lips gently. "Call me Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress," Brian was broken. He couldn't do anything. She could have anything she wanted. He was weak. And he just wanted to please this gorgeous seductress.
"Good boy," Rose responded, patting Brian gently on the head. "Now, tell everyone that you and I are going to lunch. I have some plans for you."
Brian Waters, CEO, was long gone. He had no power. No resistance. He just wanted to please his Mistress Rose. He just wanted to sink deeper for her and farther under her spell. Brian Waters was now a mindless slave and would do anything his Mistress Rose asked of him.
Wondering what it would be like to see you in front of me. To see your face so close to me. To see those eyes that can so easily take me. To feel your touch on my skin. To hear your voice in my ear telling me the things I need to hear from you.. I always knew I was yours, but seeing with my own eyes the way you look at me confirms it even more. I just hope, that if I would ever see you in front of me, that I'd be all you needed..
The two other people sitting at her table blinked, as if surprised to hear her speak, and stopped their conversation to turn and look at her.
The woman smiled. "Glad to see you're back with us. But no, who said anything about kidnapping? Aren't you here by choice?"
"No!" she said firmly. She looked around.
She hadn't until that moment really taken in where she was; but now that she was looking, it seemed to be some sort of seedy strip club. There were other customers distributed throughout the room, but none very close to the tiny table next to the stage where the three of them sat. Up on stage, a voluptuous woman with eyes half-closed, a dreamy look on her face, was grinding her hips absentmindedly to the slinky music, while holding her ample breasts to her chest with one arm and unclasping her bra with the other. The only other things she was wearing were matching panties, earrings, and a slim, pretty charm bracelet.
She definitely did not want to be here. Ugh. "How the Hell did I even get here? No, I do not want to be here."
"Then what's stopping you from walking out?" the woman asked, with another smile. Her smile had an edge to it, as if she were hiding some secret. For that matter, the man's expression looked eerily similar.
She considered. Nothing was stopping her from getting up and walking out. She was fully dressed and still wearing her coat; she could feel her wallet and cell phone in the coat pockets. Her two... abductors, or whatever they were, were not threatening her or looking aggressive in any way; both sat back in their chairs with looks of smug, condescending confidence. The exit door was clearly labeled on the far side of the room; other than threading between a few empty tables, nothing was between her and the door. Nobody else in the strip club seemed to be even looking their way.
That wasn't quite true. As she was thinking, a waitress came up behind her. "Can I get you anything?" she asked the table at large.
"I'll have a bourbon on the rocks," the woman said. "Makers is fine."
"I'll have a vodka martini," the man said with a smirk. "And she'll have a Deep and Dreamless Sleep."
---
"Why would you even kidnap someone and take them to a strip club?" she asked indignantly.
The woman smiled at her. "Welcome back," she said indulgently.
"I'm serious!" she said. A wave of her hand took in the whole of the dimly lit dive. On stage, another young woman with straight honey-blonde hair a little longer than a pageboy cut was dreamily bumping and grinding while slowly leaving her clothes in a pile. Her shirt and bra were off, but she was still wearing a miniskirt and stockings. And another slim silver charm bracelet.
"I thought you wanted to be here, since you've stayed so far," the woman said.
She looked towards the exit. Her eyes didn't seem to find the sign right away, but she knew it was over just past the bar. There were only a few tables between her and there, not really very much in the way. She could just get up and walk out.
In a moment, she'd do exactly that. She was fully dressed and still wearing her coat, and she still had her wallet and phone. Nothing was stopping her.
She looked towards the stage. The young performer's eyes were fluttering as if they were trying to close, or trying to open, as she wriggled out of her miniskirt and dropped it on the raised floor beside the stripper pole.
She was actually quite pretty. But there was no reason to stay and watch this. "This is definitely not my scene," she said.
The other two at the table laughed at that. "Oh, I think this is exactly and entirely, your scene," the woman said.
"And do you know what happens next in your scene?" the man said.
---
"Why did you even bring me here?"
The woman put down her finished drink. "Hey, look who's back with us."
"Oh, hi again!" said the man, gesturing with his own nearly-empty martini glass. "You're really missing most of the show." He balled up some bills and tossed them into the pile of clothing next to the woman on stage, a petite brunette who had just gotten down to just her flowery panties and another slim silver charm bracelet. She was bent over, showing the audience her ass. She didn't react to the money landing in her shirt.
"I'm serious!" She looked around. She didn't see the exit sign and couldn't quite remember which direction it should be in, but she was still seriously thinking about walking out. She should just get up and do it.
"I'm not sure what you mean," said the woman. "Do you remember us bringing you here?" She turned to the man. "Do you remember bringing her here?"
The man shrugged.
"No, I-- you drugged me or something, I don't remember, but I wouldn't come here on my own!"
"What's stopping you from leaving?" the woman asked.
"I... nothing, I don't know! But I keep not doing it!"
"Why do you think that is?" The woman was smiling that infuriating smile again.
"You... did something to me!"
"Who, me?" smiled the woman. "Us?" The man smiled as well.
"Yes, you!"
The woman smirked more, if possible. "How about this. When you think about getting up and leaving, just standing up right now and walking out, is there some other feeling that stops you? And if so, where is that feeling located?"
She thought hard about it. Imagined standing up, and walking out... somewhere. For now just standing up. Her legs sliding a little further under the chair to be directly under her, then straightening, her hands pushing the chair back...
She felt an almost physical tug on her right wrist. Not looking yet, she experimented, thinking about different variations of standing up and walking away.
A tug on her right wrist, every time. Like she was chained in place.
She looked down. There around her wrist was a slim, silver charm bracelet. The single charm hanging off of it looked like a tiny silver pocket watch.
"Oh," she said, staring at it. Something about the sight made the world seem... quiet. Distant. Unimportant. Faded.
Before she realized it, her arm had begun to lift. Raising up in the air, responding to a tug she could *feel*, as if she were manacled to the ceiling and the chain was being drawn back, pulled on, lifting her wrist upwards. It was at eye level, and her eyes were irresistibly fixated on that bracelet, that tiny pocket watch charm.
The world slipped further away, and she scarcely noticed when the tug changed direction, pulling her up out of her seat and forward towards the stage.
Somewhere far away and completely unimportant, deserving no attention at all, a DJ said some words that she had no need to take any conscious note of. "And let's welcome to the stage our last special guest from the local Hypnosis Club, Miss Mindless Abductee! I'm sure that's her real name, folks-- you can just call her Mindless for short. And here's some special music, just for her..."
The chords of "I Put A Spell On You" started, and she reached down and began pulling off her shirt.
First, a caveat: I don't want to "yuck your yum," as they say. There are plenty of kinks that can be practiced ethically or not, and frankly plenty of kinks that can be healthy outlets despite harsh judgment from society at large. But these are things that I think can be contemplated in what we do.
What is the commonality that links the various sissies? To listen to Urban Dictionary: "A sissy is an [AMAB] male; who acts really feminine, slutty, horny, also really bimbo-like, etc." But it seems to me that even if we accept this definition of sissies, it doesn't encompass everyone in this similar set of categories.
I would say that sissies are defined by people who were assigned male at birth but express a gender or sexual identity that is femme-presenting. This involves many different genders, including those who are still male but cross-dress, the gender fluid, transgender women, and others. The common link is the femme presentation. Additionally, that presentation is stressed and accentuated in many cases (similar to the hyper-femininity often associated with drag). *EVERYONE* performs gender (yes, even you, daddies), but sissies pursue an idealized hyper-femininity and focus extra effort on the performance of femininity (ie "act really feminine").
Hypnosis is involved in the accentuation or "implantation" of these feminine traits and minimization or "removal" of the masculine. But I personally don't care for it when it focuses on humiliation or degradation.
If sissies are characterized by the embrace of the feminine, there are some who have a somewhat Freudian outlook on what constitutes femininity. Their status as a sissy isn't associated with the positive femininity that they express, but rather as a negative "failed" male. They characterize being feminine with the mere absence of masculinity (though loss of masculinity can play into it, there is something added by femininity, as well). This includes things such as focus on the impotence or loss of a penis ("my tiny dick is pathetic"), an inability to please women ("I can't please women, and am only good for men to satisfy their needs"), and being "treated like a woman" as an inherently negative thing.
But, again, okay; if that's your kink, go practice that kink safely and consensually, with my blessing. Humiliation is a valid kink, as is playing with gender. But I prefer to focus on sissies for their excellent feminine qualities, not their "deficient" male qualities. Not just "all I'm good for is to men take their pleasure with me," but "I am good at giving me pleasure (and taking pleasure in turn). I am sexy and pleasing to men." I love the playfulness of accentuating and heightening femininity, the desire to seduce and be seduced. The assurance of knowing that men want you. Even when hypnosis is involved in "turning" someone into a sissy, I think that this can be focused on in a positive manner.
How does gender and sexual identity get involved, then, you ask? (thank you for that wonderful question, hypothetical reader I made up for rhetorical purposes). First, the sissy is usually more aware that they are "performing" gender, and aware that they are doing it well. There is an aura of being irresistible because they aren't assuming their femme presentation is innate: that they so desirable than even a man who thinks he's primary attracted to cis women finds that he can't help but give in. Similarly, the sissy is often playing with heteronormativity internally. Working from the assumption that they "should" be hetero (even if we know this mindset isn't correct) lends a similar air of feeling out of control with desire- eg that the NEED for cock is so great it overwhelms one's "natural" inclinations. For many of us, we are playing with our "default" heteronormativity and using it to accentuate the experience (kinks subvert societal norms for a reason).
So what I enjoy is the playfulness of sexually tense interactions, that back and forth of seduction. Of the need that both of you have, and the positive feeling of being desired, of being desirable. And of ignoring or overpowering any "traditional" notions of gender.
For me, the hypnosis is not based on being insufficient as a sexual being, but from being insufficient to resist one's desires. You can be turned into a needy little slut who is helpless for cock. But not because you're a pathetic man, but because you're a voracious sexual being who just can't control your appetites. You may have to be obedient and subservient, but not because if you were a "real" man you would be more powerful. No, because it feels so good to be obedient that you can't help yourself but give in.
It can be hard to turn it around when you feel so trapped in life.
It can be hard to see a change when it's been this way for so long.
It can be hard to be happy for others, when inside you feel lost and confused.
And sometimes you just have to smile, to make it seem like you're okay..
It can be hard to post a blog like this too..
"Come to me slave.."
She can hear it, so clearly now. And again..
"Come to me slave.."
Everything just stopped. Her legs moved on their own to the front door, and when she opened it.. there he was. Her eyes immediately locked into his.
"Good slave" he said.
He then pulled out a collar, and a leash. She was his now. Completely his. Her old life was over forever, and her new one with Master was beginning...
Hypwatch was conceived in around November 2015. It was the project of a number of people committed to make sure that the erotic hypnosis community would always have a friendly and welcoming online community open to all people interested in consensual erotic hypnosis.
Hypwatch became public on 31 January 2016, exactly one year ago. Today is our first birthday. In that time, Hypwatch has grown to just under 1800 members, and continues to grow. Other metrics of note are 4397 friendships, 2745 photos and 8057 message conversations. We've come a very long way for a non-profit volunteer-run site.
For the Hypwatch management team, it's been an exciting, busy (and sometimes frustrating) year, but overall a happy one. We've managed to build an erotic hypnosis site that has remained true to our goal of being a friendly and welcoming online community. We've had a number of problems and challenges along the way that we've had to deal with (I might have broken the site a couple times and had to restore from backup, but don't tell anyone!), and we've gotten through most of them relatively intact.
There are still areas of the site that need improvement, and we'll continue to address them where and when we can. In the next six months (resources permitting), we hope to address some of the bigger issues, as well as making a lot of small and behind the scenes upgrades (which we are regularly doing). We also intend offering more educational resources as we do see Hypwatch as being a place of learning for the erotic hypnosis community.
With your support, Hypwatch will keep on growing, not only in numbers, but also in terms of the content, features and experiences and quality of service it provides for you, our members.
Thanks to the site management team:
* Skyla - the site represents one of your dreams and visions and I'm so happy to be able to help realise it with you
* doomsux and dannyk - thanks for all your technical help and other support
* RoseSpells and Nico - for all your advice, feedback, doing odd jobs here and there, and putting up with my requests
And the biggest thanks of all to you, our members. Without you there'd be no site.
Happy birthday, Hypwatch! May you have many, many more.
Either like it or don't it's your choice
Either way, you take it don't let it sallow you.
Either hate or like.
Either way, you point the gun a bullet fires straight.
Those who feeling down
It's okay not too late
Either keep going or give up.
But spiral downwards
Cause it's not too late.
Trust or don't
One way for sure we all live together in this world.
Positive and negative
Both keep a car running
Both keep the heart beating.
Don't spiral towards
Do spiral upwards
In the end, we all end happy one way or another.
Look deep into your self.
Find yourself all alone in the dark curled up on the floor.
A light sound of cheers come faintly into your mind.
Listen to them grow within.
Raise your head high.
As you open your eyes.
The cheers ring through your brain
Feel your heart begin to beat.
Listen to those cheers.
Your shades of black and grays begin to shed like a snake. Renewing you a new skin of bright greens blues and yellows.
Your emotionless face starts to change from frowning and sobbing.
Listen to those cheers
As it brings a faint remark
Among your face.
Slowly your frown starts to morph like a butterfly changes in stages.
dormant and still
Cocooned your whole life
by darkness
As you start to morph and love to something beautiful and delightful.
Your frown begins to change from upside down. A smile begins to take form.
Listening more to those cheers now getting so very loud in your head.
Your smile makes it true form among your beautiful face as your eyes enlighten by the happiness now flowing through your veins.
Smiling and eyes wide open
You start to see everything so very clearly.
Be happy
Keep smiling
Don't be sad
Life to short for that.
The cheers start to say.
Listen to them
Let them control you
Let them help you.
Be happy
Keep smiling
Don't be sad
Cause
Your new life has just begun.
Welcome to your happiness
I am so very glad
You're so happy
And smiling
Happy and smiling is the greatest life ever.
Trust me you regret it.
Happy and smiling
You're so beautiful to be happy and smile
Why listen to those tell you that your not all these things
Your life is perfect just way you are so
Go ahead smile and be happy because
You are beautiful in my eyes and everyone else and your
Own.
“Come over here, silly. Look at me. Look at your reaction to me. It is so clear what you want, why do you deny yourself so?”
I had to look away or I would walk right up to those bars. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? Am I really that easy?
“I’ve told you before… yes. You are so easy. It’s so easy to make you turn around, all I have to do is remove my hands from my breasts… like so…”
I found my body turning… I’d say against my will, but… I mean, apparently not. My will and my understanding of my will were leagues apart. I wanted to turn… and turn I did.
She didn’t say anything, just smiled. I felt first betrayal and then shame, shame that I would have trusted her so fully as to feel betrayed at all. Why would I trust her to show me her…
It was then I saw.
“There you go. You noticed. See? You can trust me. I did as I said… and so shall you, pet. Tit for tat, as it were?”
That was it. The moment I stopped being her warden and became… something more. Something less, too, I feel. Only sometimes, though. She reminds me, whenever I feel low, of how much I trusted her that day. How much I trust her now. Trust in my River…
Hypnosis Negotiation
So when I am negotiating hypnosis play, I ask for four individual lists. And I ask for each list to be labeled, and each item on that list to be its own line. So I am able to easily locate each list in my notes while they are in trance. These four lists are…
Hard Limits:
Limit 1.
Limit 2.
Etc.
(Things you absolutely will not do, even if someone offered you $100.)
Landmines:Landmine 1.
Landmine 2.
Etc.
(Things you know you don’t respond well to that the hypnotist should be aware of. Such as, if you are afraid of heights. “Saying falling.” may be a landmine. Or if someone has a common trigger in you you don’t want duplicated by someone else. Or anything else that the hypnotist may stumble upon accidentally which you know you won’t respond well to. I hate being called Sweetie. Out of trance its an annoyance, in trance its made me cry. So, “calling me Sweetie” is one of my landmines.)
Safewords:
Safeword to Pause and discuss.
Safeword to Stop all play and Start aftercare.
Safeword to Start play or Convey something is good for you.
(I work with a lot of people across the world. The Stoplight system seems to be pretty universal. Yellow = Pause, Red = Stop, and Green = Go.
You may chose other words. If you want to pick other words, chose words that make you feel safe, come to you automatically and that you are unlikely to say during a session.)
Hypnotic/BDSM Interests:
Interest 1.
Interest 2.
Etc.
(Things they like experiencing under trance. I will ask them to delete anything I’m not okay with doing. I also ask them a few of the things I am really into. If they are interested in those, too, I’ll ask for those interests to be added to the list.
Then we have a set pre-negotiated list I can pull from anytime I am working with them. If I’m doing a session in which one aspect isn’t working for either of us, I can easily let it go, look on their Hypnotic Interests list and snag something from there.)
I ask them to let me know if there are any changes to the list, and I update the lists accordingly.
This is proper negotiation. Organized so the Hypnotist can easily look it up when they need it, even if the subject is deep in trance.
If you think this is good information, please share this. The more people who know how to properly negotiate, the better it is for the community.
PS: You may also want to negotiate Aftercare. Aftercare is usually discussed between me and my subjects and I rarely write it down.
It's the sigh - soft and delicious - that comes with all those wonderful "s" sounds... Sleep; Slip; Sink; Surrender...
It's the moment we're all waiting for. The moment the last breath of resistance is exhaled and there is nothing left for the subject but blank and beautiful bliss. Resistance is gone. There's only the words of the trance and a deep and aching arousal - a need no longer consious. Minds will mesh and entangle - it's sex too in its own way. When you hear that sigh - or sigh it - it seems impossible that anyone could *not* find it erotic.
It's that sigh that draws me in. To hear it, or to give it. It and the many signs like it - the lolling eyes, the empty ecstatic smile - are the drug I've come to crave. The best part of being a switch is that I can get my fix two ways.
You know that sigh too - sure you do. You wouldn't be here if you didn't. Enjoy it, and find that perfect fix. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's you. Wherever that sigh lives for you, be kind and safe in your persuit of it.
Picture this:
You wake up one day, feeling a bit strange. You start to rouse, dragging yourself out of bed. You go to brush your teeth, shower, do the normal things you do in the morning. However, something seems different. You feel drawn, propelled by something.
Your body seems to work on its own. You put on some clothes and some cologne. You grab your keys, head out the door, and start driving.
'What am I doing?' you wonder. 'Where am I going?' Despite your internal argument, you can't stop yourself.
Your arms and legsautomatically make the motions of driving.
You drive for hours, unsure of what's going on. Suddenly, you see a hotel and pull over.
Your legs feel like jello as you walk over to a room door. You knock on the one listed "9."
You shake with anticipation, still having no clue what's going on. The door slowly opens, a woman on the other side.
No.
Not a woman.
A Goddess. In leather.
She sneers, ushering you in. Without hesitation, your legs force you in the room.
The gorgeous woman closes the door behind you. This small motion triggers something within you. Your legs collapse.
You end up on your knees, looking down at the floor.
It feels like the wind got knocked out of you. You gasp for air as you hear thigh-high leather boots on the floor, getting closer. You swallow hard. You don't know what's going to happen.
The woman grabs the back of your neck and wraps a collar around it.
"You remember your place, don't you, slave?" She whispers into your ear. "You can remember your orders now. The orders I gave you to wake up, to drive to this hotel, and to come here to me. You can remember how I made you forget all of that and how easily your mind accepted it. Now, allow that to sink in and prepare yourself. I have a lot in store for you."
We were talking when suddenly the power went out, so we were left in the dark and without our computers. I got up from my desk in the bedroom and headed to the kitchen, and in the second drawer I found a candle. I took the candle and lit it, taking it to the living room. She sat next to me, complaining about the lack of light, completely annoyed.
"Don't be like that, look at the light! Look at the center of the light!" I said while she complained that she had lost some worksheet.
"Come on, look at the center of the light, look closely, see how beautiful, calm and dangerous the movement of the flames, see how it dances, how the colors merge and blend together, see how they play with logic, let the light stroll through your eyes, let the movement dictate a rhythm to your breathing" she continued looking, calmer, more concentrated.
"That's it, relax, breathe in the rhythm that the flame moves, see it getting slower and slower, more tired, weaker, letting itself be carried away by the wind that dictates its movements, by the wind that dictates its actions. The flame is one with the wind, the flame belongs to the wind. Get carried away by the words, relax, keep your eyes focused on the movement and your ears attentive to my voice. I am your wind, you are my flame: hot, dangerous, but completely under control."
She stopped complaining, her lips parted slightly and her eyes were completely lost in the flame. I touched her hand, and she didn't show any resistance, she didn't show any reflex. The trance was complete, and that night without light would be much more interesting than I had imagined.
Look at the flame.
So there has been a lot of talk and despite my best efforts
I started getting sucked into the “what if” type of scenarios. So I want to
state my opinions here and let you guys know that these are only opinions.
What is happening to hypbook?:
I do not know, anything I do know is hearsay and I have not
confirmed it as true. I have had a lot of anxiety about this, I love hypbook, and
it was my online hypnotic home for a long time. I may be voicing some of my anxiety’s
about it in ways that could come across as what I actually think is happening,
and for that I am sorry. Truth is, as far as I know, it is there for now. That
is the extent of my knowledge.
IS the community splintering?:
When I first heard of hypwatch it was in a discussion
talking about that very thing, but that wasn’t the only place people were
asking about it. More than a few people seem to be coming to me to ask what is
up. It could be that I was close to a lot of admins for a while so I seem like
I might know things without being “one of them” I honestly am not sure. Here is
my opinion on the matter.
If we want the community to splinter, if we allow drama and discord
to rule our emotions and life, than yeah it is. But I do not think we want
that, and despite unavoidable drama (because let’s face it we are human
beings.) I think we all pretty much want things to keep going for the better. I
get that we felt like a family over there on hypbook, and I get that this feels
a lot like “I will take my ball and go home.” But I do not think that is what
it is.
We are a rapidly growing community, we have multiple needs,
and when sites like hypwatch pop up, run by mostly sane individuals, whom we
know want the community to grow, not wither….it’s a good thing.
We are expanding our garden and growing more fruits from our
labors. Life is not static, it is dynamic, and when things cease to change they
cease to live. Everything evolves eventually, and this is just another part of
that. Now we have one more site full of people, smart intelligent, ethical
people who are willing to discuss this. When the newbies join we can help them
learn about ethics, safety, consent, oh…what’s that other things……Hypnosis! The
more educated we are the better off we will be, and now people have one more
place to learn from and compare notes to.
These are my opinions. If you want your questions answered
ask the admins, not people who might know something. Get your answers from the
source and trust that, if they are not answering certain questions it is for
the better.
Reaching into his pocket, he slid his phone out to see who the caller was. Andy sighed again, seeing his wife's name on his phone. They had gotten into a fight before leaving for work. He was just not in the mood. He cleared his throat and shoved his phone back into his pants.
Andy burrowed his face in his hands. He knew that he really needed to finish these reports, but his mind was everywhere else. Looking out the window, he followed several cars with his eyes. Andy didn't hate his job like most people, but he was distracted.
Who was she?
She walked opposite of him near the shops on Andy's commute to work. He had seen her 2 days in a row. He couldn't get her out of his head. Bright red hair that wove around her face, neck, and shoulders. Her bright red lips. Long legs. Cute feet in perfect heels.
She walked with a grace and confidence that turned Andy on so much. She smiled through her lips and crystal silver eyes. She wore makeup that only enhanced her natural features. She was beautiful. To Andy, she was possibly the most beautiful creature he had ever envisioned.
Andy's fantasies were startled away by a knock at the door. Glancing over, he furled his brow in confusion as his boss walked in.
"Hey, Andrew. I have a new client who would like to discuss opening an account with us. Can you please help her out?"
Ugh. Andy hated consultations. He didn't get commissions, and it felt like such a waste of time. Andy looked at his boss, glaring. He knew that Andrew wasn't a fan of these things.
"Oh, um..." Andy stammered, flustered, "Sure. Of course. Send them in."
Andy's boss left the room, and Andy could hear him talking to someone.
Expecting his normal geriatric man, he was surprised to see a woman walk into his office.
Not just any woman. Her. Her hair and eyes gave her away instantly. Her perfection was immediately recognizable.
She wore a classy, yet sexy red suit that showed just enough of her cleavage. Enough to make him imagine, fantasize, fascinate on...
Oh, fuck. He was staring. Andy swallowed and attempted to get his thoughts organized.
"Hello, ma'am. My name is Andrew Robinson."
She crossed the room with that same confidence he had found so attractive. Andrew stood up, held out his hand, and prepared to feel her hand against his in a handshake.
But it never came.
She just stared at him. Looked once at his hand. Stared into his eyes again.
She stood inches away from Andrew. He could smell her aroma. It wasn't perfume, but just her delicious and sweet natural odor. It was intoxicating to be so close to her.
Her smile disarmed him. He no longer had any sense of guard or protection. He was vulnerable.
She reached in finally, slowly. As he leaned for her hand, she quickly grabbed his wrist. Andrew's mind couldn't quite comprehend what just happened. She had moved too quickly. She had grabbed his wrist. She had done everything off. Wrong. He didn't know how to resp-
Sleep now." She spoke sternly.
Andy's mind was so confused. So lost. The moment she spoke, Andy's mind welcomed the instruction. He needed to be told how to react, and he needed to react that way. It was too confusing not to.
Andy's eyes slammed shut, and his head slumped forward. He didn't pass out. It wasn't like he was unconscious. But he was unable to fight. He was unable to think about fighting. It just felt good to notice how he had his head rested in that perfect cleavage.
Was it proper? Was it appropriate? Was this a good thing to do at work?
These were thoughts that passed through Andy's mind, as he had his face on her chest. He wanted to just relax like this for the rest of eternity. He had nothing to do. Nothing to worry about. "Well, then, Andy. You're going to be coming with me. Get your wallet and your coat. We're going shopping."
Andrew didn't have the strength or the fight to resist. All he wanted was more of her. All he wanted was to see her smile. All he wanted was to give her everything. "Yes, ma'am." Andy mumbled, hardly able to move his lips.
"Oh, no, love," the woman smiled sinisterly, "It's Mistress from now on."
* Warnings *
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(CW hypnotic language, trance, post-hypnotic suggestion for mental comfort)
Read slowly, breathing deeply and slowly as you read.
Social distancing is the new black
but it gives you skin hunger
and it's getting to you
It's been a long day
You've been cooped up inside
Unable to go out and live your normal life
It's been a long week
a long month
Life has become unreal
nothing is normal anymore
What would it be like to have something to distract you, to occupy your mind?
What would it be like to go on a mental journey?
How would it be if you were able to relax deeply
and experience reading this as if you were on a vacation
What if you were to allow your attention
to focus to the point where you drift into a calm, peaceful state of mind
and the more you focus inside, the more comfortable you begin to feel
And because you're reading this and wondering what will come next
you can find that you drop your shoulders, which means that you're relaxing
In your mind, you're sitting in a luxuriously padded armchair
richly upholstered
one you can sink into and slow right down
and rest, supported.
breathing in peaceful relaxation, breathing out stress and tension
and already you're starting to feel a little more at ease
aren't you?
Very good
relaxing more and more with every word I speak
but easily able to keep your eyes on the screen and my words
I'm going to walk over to the light switch on the wall
it is one of those with a dial, a dimmable switch
I turn the dial and the light begins to dim
and the dimmer the light becomes the more you let go
i dim the light to just the right level
to create a relaxed atmosphere
I dial down any noise and distraction as you feel the peace
Your favorite sounds, music or birdsong or whatever is your favorite sound
comes to your ears
and you relax even more
I take something from my pocket
it's a cut gemstone on a chain
and you watch
as
you
imagine
my words
as a crystal
swinging
shaped
just
so
I start to swing this crystal in front of your eyes
it sparkles softly in the glow of the subdued lighting
and as I swing it from side to side, your eyes follow it
side to side
side to side
You can feel the sparkles reflect in your eyes
in the blissful silence of the swinging crystal
your eyes tracking the movement
and as you stare
listening to the sounds
the chair cushioning your body
your subconscious mind begins to open to me
open, receptive
And as you listen
I lull your conscious mind to sleep
and it steps back
and lets go
As you sink deeper into the softness of the chair
I can tell your subconscious mind to listen
and it does so willingly
your subconscious mind so receptive to me now
Now
What would it like if your mind was a whiteboard
And if I were to clean off
all that is there
so that you are blissful blank and clear
what would that be like?
Feel this, see this
as I take a whiteboard eraser and wipe down the board
bit by bit
and with each and every wipe you hear
you feel a warm wave of comfort
wash over you
as I erase all the thoughts and concerns away
until your mind is clean and blank
feel that clean blankness now
see the empty whiteboard
your mind so peaceful
you can rest in the blankness, anchored to my words
as you follow them
that's all you have to do
as you sit in the soft comfortable chair
in the soft lighting
listening to my soft words
And now I am going to write something
on the whiteboard of your mind
I am going to write
"Things will all work out"
look at these words written on your mind
listen to me speaking these words in your mind
feel these words sink into you
Remember this:
"Things will all work out"
absorb these words
allow them to soak into you
as you drift and listen to me
You know this:
"Things will all work out"
And you drift in this knowledge
In a moment I am going to bring you out of trance
but these words will remain in your mind
"Things will all work out"
Coming up on the count of 5,
bringing with you this feeling of peace
1
begining to stir
2
more and more aware
3
more alert, feeling so good
4
feeling energised and refreshed
5
wide awake, all the way up
up
Up
UP
Welcome back.
Now stretch, get up, and fetch yourself some water
And remember what I wrote on your mind
What was it again?
As mentioned in Chapter 1, men significantly
outnumber women here (and on most erotic sites), so our ladies can
afford to be choosy with whom they trance.
So if you've read the profile of your intended
hypno partner, and worked out that, yes, your interests and hers are
compatible, and yes, you've got something to offer that'll help you
stand out from the crowd of other guys, then you're ready for the my
next tip, which is "BE RESPECTFUL".
The lady you're hoping will trance with you may or may not be a subject, a hypnotist, a top or domme or mistress, a bottom or submissive or slave, hypno-curious, etc. But I can promise you, fellas, that most important of all, she actually is a flesh and blood person with emotions and feelings like everyone else and who should be treated with basic human respect.
So be polite. There's nothing wrong with a
genuine compliment of course, but starting out with a crude reference to
body parts or what you want to do to/with her or the like is going to
go down here about as well as it would in any other social interaction.
Make the effort to engage her in genuine conversation. Treat the lady
as a lady, rather than just a source for you to get your hypno-jollies.
Likewise, don't assume that just because the lady is a hypnotist, or a subject, that she's interested in being a hypnotist or subject for you. The ratio of men to women here (and on other erotic sites) is such that she's probably bombarded with requests and is not just going to go for the first or next guy to message her.
A little bit of basic courtesy, politeness and being interested in her as a person will go a long way.
My tip for the guys today is that you need to make a good first impression. When the lady of your desire is sifting through 10 or more messages, you'll need to stand out from the crowd if you want her attention.
I'd start with reading the lady's profile. If she's clearly a subject only, she's not likely to be interested in wanting to trance you, no matter how desperate you come across. Indeed, desperation is usually a big turn off.
Conversely, is she's solely a hypnotist, then she's unlikely to be interested in going into trance for you. Or maybe she's only into other women, in which case you're out of luck, fellas. Maybe she's specified age limits or something else.
So step number one, read the lady's profile and ask yourself: Do our interests align? Are we likely to be compatible? What do I have to offer that makes me better than being just another dude trying desperately to find a woman for a hypno quickie - unless her profile says she's all about quick hypno meetups
Next chapter: Be respectful
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"A Roofie Party? Who thought that was a good idea? What would it even mean?"
"Evidently you did, since you're here. Didn't you read the invitation?"
"Who reads invitations?"
"Or the three different consent forms you had to sign to come here?"
"Who reads consent forms? Seriously, what's the deal?"
Greg sighed, closed his eyes, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Okay. The deal is that it's a party, like any other of Becca's parties-- good music, good food, good company, good times-- except that at some point during the evening, somehow-- people have different theories as to how, and she won't tell us--"
"-- I figure it's got to be chloroform," Daniel put in.
"… yeah, and hypnosis is another going theory; or, of course, roofies-- ANYway, at some point you'll notice that one of these video screens is showing *you*, sleepy or mostly unconscious but compliant and obviously having a good time while Becca has her way with you. You won't remember it happening-- so far none of us have even recognized the room that it happens *in*, it's not regular party space-- and you won't know *when* it happened. You'll just know that whenever she wants to, completely at her whim and under her control, she can have her way with you. And make you like it."
"Wow." Brad looked back and forth between the faces of his friends. "Seriously? You guys are serious about this?"
"Completely serious," said Greg.
"Here, take a look," said Daniel, pointing to the nearest video screen. Several people were already gathered around it, watching; including a young woman whose face appeared, eyes closed and features slack, in the video, lying on a bed. Becca was kneeling on the bed above her, and as the crowd watched, Becca deftly slipped off the young woman's panties. "I'll just keep these," she said, hanging them on a hook above the bed that already carried several such trophies.
"Oh my god," the woman watching the video said, seeing this. She had a hand pressed against the crotch of her mini-skirt, having clearly just confirmed that her underwear was still missing. Her cheeks were tinged with pink, but she was still watching.
On screen, Becca was whispering in the woman's ear, and the woman was slowly nodding her head, eyes still closed. After a few minutes, she licked her lips.
Slowly, her lips parted, and her tongue came out, moving in a halting, uncoordinated fashion, as if she was licking something in a dream but her body hadn't quite caught up. Then Becca sat up, lifted her leg over-- incidentally flashing the camera, so that it was clear that she wasn't wearing anything under *her* short tight skirt-- and straddled the woman's face.
She was kneeling in reverse, facing the camera so that the crowd could see her possessive, knowing look at them; could watch every sensation as it passed across her expression after she closed her eyes in pleasure. As the half-unconscious woman obediently licked her cunt.
The woman's face was quite red now. But she was still watching. Someone next to her asked her a question and she nodded, eyes riveted on the screen.
Brad took a step back, and went to look for a drink.
Following Becca's usual party layout, the drinks were *not* in the kitchen-- maybe to avoid having everyone bunch up there-- but instead a selection of alcohol and mixers, along with cups and ice, was spread out on tables in two different rooms. Of course each room had its own video screen. As far as he could tell, *every* room at the party had a video screen, all showing the same scenes. He shook his head, and sorted through the drink options.
"Are you sure it isn't drugged?" came a teasing voice from behind him, as Brad poured himself a screwdriver. He turned to see another young woman he didn't know, although he was sure he'd seen her face before. Probably at another of Becca's parties. Her parties had quite a wild reputation, although this was another level altogether.
"I hear there's no way to tell!" he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm Brad." He offered her his hand.
"Carey. Nice to meet you, Brad. Have you made a special guest appearance yet?" Her eyes were dancing.
"No… not that I know of, I mean. This is definitely gonna teach me to read invitations more carefully, though."
"Oh my god. You didn't *know*? Didn't you read the consent forms?"
"Again with the consent forms! Like anybody reads those."
She just looked at him, eyes laughing, shaking her head slowly.
Brad sighed, closed his eyes, and downed his drink in one gulp. "Maybe a couple of drinks in I'll feel less like an ass. Actually, do you know--" he turned, opening his eyes… and found himself face to face with Becca.
"Hi Brad," Becca smiled.
"Um… hi," Brad managed.
"Got something to ask me?"
"I… actually, yes. Which way is your bathroom?"
Becca laughed. "I'll show you," she said, taking his arm. "It's just down this hallway." She started to lead him off.
"While I've got you," Becca said when they turned into a quiet hallway after a little bit of maneuvering through the crowd, "rumor has it that you were a naughty boy and didn't read all the consent forms you signed."
"Does anybody really read those?" Brad asked distractedly, starting to feel the effects of the drink he'd gulped down so quickly as well as the need for the restroom she was leading him to.
"Yes, Brad, they do." Becca stopped him in the hallway, and looked him in the eyes. "You do realize this means I can do anything I want to you, right? You didn't even read what you consented to."
Brad blinked. She looked like she was joking, but there was something disturbingly intent about her tone of voice. "I guess you can…" he admitted.
"Say it," she said.
"What?"
"Tell me," Becca said firmly, still looking him in the eyes.
He searched her face, but found no excuses there. "Um…" He took a breath. "You can do anything you want to me."
"Good boy," Becca said. Then she smiled warmly. For some reason, seeing that smile, he suddenly *felt* it; like he would be completely *okay* with her doing anything she wanted to with him. As long as it made her smile like that.
"And here's the bathroom," Becca continued, turning him to the side and pointing him at a door. The paneling in this part of the house was different than where they'd been a moment ago, and the sounds of the party were quieter; nobody was in the bathroom. Brad stepped inside and closed the door.
Something about Becca's smile. His head was still swimming with it. Brad took a moment to splash water on his face, and take a look at himself in the mirror.
He looked *way* drunker than one drink should have made him. Maybe he needed to take a cab home. But he was pretty sure that he was in over his head with this party. Asking for a bathroom had mostly been an excuse to take a break and reassess, and he decided that yes, he probably should leave before he came up next on Becca's list and fell into her clutches for serious.
Though, really, letting her have her way with him might be worth it, even if he didn't remember it afterwards. That smile…
Brad sighed, and splashed his face with more cold water, then pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet. Ducking in here *had* been mostly an excuse, but in fact now he *really* needed to pee.
A few minutes later, cleaned up and feeling slightly more presentable, Brad came out of the bathroom and followed the sounds of music and laughter back to the main part of the party.
The first people he ran into were Greg, Daniel, and Carey. "Hey guys. I think I'm going to head home early; this whole idea is a little too crazy for me, and I'm just going to put it down as a lesson in reading what I sign up for."
"Uh huh," said Carey, laughing. "Are you sure about that?" Greg and Daniel exchanged knowing looks.
"Um… yes?" Brad said.
Carey crooked a finger at him, and turned and started walking into the next room.
"What…?" Brad asked, looking to Greg and Daniel for help. They both urged him to follow Carey's retreating back, so he hastened after her.
She led him into a small otherwise-unoccupied den with a couch and another of the ubiquitous video screens, this one a large-screen TV.
On the screen was Brad. Naked.
Becca, also naked, was straddling him, kneeling, sliding her slippery wet pussy along the length of his hard cock pressed against his belly, teasing him without actually taking him inside her. His eyes were closed, but his hips were grinding hard up against her.
"Tell me," said Becca on the screen, firmly.
"Um…" Brad on the screen mumbled. "You can do anything you want to me."
"Again." Her hips sped up, and his lower body visibly tensed underneath her.
"You can do anything you want to me."
"Again…"
"You can do anything you want to me ohhh god ohhhh!"
On screen, Becca pulled back and put her hand on his cock, stroking quickly until Brad came, all over his belly and chest. Then, still holding his slowly-spurting cock in her hand, she turned and looked into the camera. Right at him.
Carey put her arms around him from behind, and guided one of Brad's hands up under his shirt, where he felt that his belly was still a little bit sticky with semen. Then she guided his hand down inside his jeans, where he could feel that his underwear was gone. Some part of his mind noted that it was still visible on the screen, on the hook where Becca kept her trophies.
His cock was slick and wet, and stiffening under his hand. Carey moved his hand up and down a little on the shaft. Then she took him by the other elbow and turned him around.
Holding his eyes, Carey backed up to the couch and sat down on the corner of it, legs spread. She pulled her skirt up until he could see that she'd had a turn in Becca's secret room already also.
"See anything *you*'d like to do?" Carey asked.
We will be updating these every FRIDAY, so this week there’s two!
Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment!
There was a bit of muddiness for about 7 minutes in this one which I do apologize for, and shouldn’t happen again. Sorry guys! It’s still listenable, just not as good quality for that time. (The sound comes back for the trance at the end though! :) )
I thank Calamity for posting something similar. I did have this typed up yesterday, but was rereading it before posting it. I know it can be a delicate topic as of right now. It's important to know the intentions of something to resolve matters before they get out of hand.
Lately, I've been noticing a lot of concern and criticism in regards to a new erotic hypnosis site being started (specifically this one). A lot of people appear to be disapproving. Some people have said that it creates a splintering affect on the community. Others have this strange thought-process that there can only be a certain number of erotic hypnosis sites and they're all at a kind of war with each other. A lot of people seem to be very skeptical and overly-critical for a need of a new hypnosis site. I'm not really certain where those concerns come from.
First, let's get this out in the open. I am a moderator now of Hypwatch. The administrators of this site are, in fact, dear friends of mine. I'm not exactly unbiased in this matter, I suppose. I do, however, feel that this matter is important to be addressed as soon as possible, to hopefully put some of these negative feelings towards this site to rest early on.
Please note: these are my thoughts, feelings, and opinions on the topic. This is how I've seen the creation of this site since before it came into existence. There's been a need for a new site for a long while now, in my opinion, and it just so happens that these are the people who have created it.
“Where Everyone is Welcome.” This is the tagline that's posted nearly everywhere on Hypwatch. It's so, so important to me. There are erotic hypnosis sites out there that force you to full-out verify you are who you say you are through a sequence of tasks.
Others expect you to be a certain type of person (submissive, slave, hypnotist-only, etc). This is fine. I'm not saying there's anything against these types of websites. But this site, Hypwatch, is accepting of anyone who is eighteen years and over (which is a prerequisite for any possibly-adult-themed website) and anyone who is human (of course, I imagine I could make a case for the non-humans out there). Hypwatch is claiming to be ready and raring to let anyone in, and to keep the users safe still in the process.
Anonymity is important to a lot of people in this community. Jobs and lives hang in the balance and the forcing of people to reveal themselves is very frightening. I don't have this fear, but I know a lot of people who do.
As for splintering the community, I don't see any fear of that. People talk and converse about other sites all the times.It's not exactly appropriate etiquette, but recommendations are more than welcome for other sites. This is just another entry way to the erotic hypnosis community- a way to find other sites as well. There's nothing wrong with options, and it shouldn't be taking anyone away from previously-used sites. And if it does, maybe that other site isn't what you're looking for. Again, giving options isn't a bad thing. In fact, it should just help the community grow stronger.
This site is work in progress. It's growing and building and only aiming to help the community band together. We are hypno-kinksters united, finding ourselves and helping others find themselves in different ways. Hypwatch can be a gateway for people to find their inner-kinkster. It can help people find bonds beyond they can not imagine. And I think that, together, we can make the hypnosis community bigger and more united than anyone ever thought possible.
The two naked men, hands on their erect penises, turned to the man walking over to them, who was unbuckling the belt over his tight black jeans as he spoke.
"What do you mean?" the dark-haired one said. "It has to go from the base, right? Right *here*..." He gestured with the ruler in his other hand, then seated it firmly against the base of his cock, on top of it, so that his shaft curved down a little and away from the ruler, then back up to touch it a little further along.
"Well, yes," said the newcomer, his own cock out now. He stroked his shaft as he talked, his member gradually stiffening. "But there's this curvature, right?" He gestured with his free hand, marking out the length of the dark-haired man's erection with his hand but not quite touching it. "That makes the numbers come out looking shorter than it actually is. I measure using a sewing tape measure, so I can line the tape up along the shaft, taking the curve into account. Then you can also measure the circumference, which some people think is more important anyway." Fully hard now, he demonstrated with a tape measure drawn from his pocket, laying it loosely on top of his rod.
"Yeah, I think it's hard to keep the tape against your shaft, though," said the third man, who hadn't spoken yet. "That's why when I measure for actual inches, I hold it in place with cock rings. It looks really stylish that way, too." From a table nearby he picked up a series of black rubber rings and another tape measure, laid the tape along his own dick, and started slipping the rings on top of it to hold it there. The rings slowly tapered in size slightly, starting with the widest at the base.
A man frozen in the doorway across the room turned to a woman sitting casually in a chair in the corner, smirking. "Are they... having a dick-size contest *about how to measure the size of their dicks*?"
"Yes," the woman said happily.
"Okay... I *know* this is your fault somehow."
"I have no idea what you mean," the woman grinned.
He rolled his eyes. "Well, all three of those guys are usually the hettest of domly-doms, and would normally never go near each other's dicks. Don't get me wrong-- they'd never let *me* near their dicks either, and they're all pretty hot so I'm totally enjoying the show. Kudos! But you *are* the only hypnotist at this party."
She turned towards him, still grinning from ear to ear. "Young man! Are you suggesting that I might have *done* something to them? Why, that would be completely unethical. And anyway, you can't use hypnosis to make someone do something they don't want to do."
"Uh huh."
They both turned back to watch the scene. All three men were now alternating stroking their cocks and holding them against each other, gesturing animatedly.
A few moments went by.
"I might have had a conversation with them about how to think about the problem of penis size measurement."
"Uh huh."
"They seemed very amenable to thinking how I suggested."
"*Really*."
Another pause.
"You want to go over there and be part of that, don't you?" she said tolerantly.
He looked down, sheepish.
"Go on, then. I have a feeling they'll be amenable to that, too."
He looked at her in surprise.
"A very *strong* feeling." She winked.
He scampered across the room, unbuckling his pants as he went.
Will tend to use Anecdotes
Small stories about an interest
An incident or event ,
This does many things:
The unconscious mind is always alert to stories since it knows they are all about it
Our shared understanding and experience through the story builds rapport
In our identification with the story, it will inevitably make a point, illustrate a view
Solutions may be suggested by the telling or come spontaneously at any time
They give the opportunity for us to become aware of these things transpiring
To seed the mind with the ideas inherent and those developing within the story
To increase motivation
To imbed suggestions
To decrease resistance
To teach reframing or redefinition of an experience
And to exert influence on your experience and on our relationship
To induce a partner to trance, often a disruption of normal patterns of behavior
Is a good first step
Another or next, is utilizing what is given, this can be an entirely new direction which might be an opportunity to accomplish things that would be too considered much work otherwise.
Wind and Sun were having an argument over who was stronger than the other.
They finally decided to have a contest to see who actually was.
Along came a person dressed for the cold weather with coat, hat, gloves and scarf.
They agreed whomever was strongest should be able to make the person lose their overclothes.
Wind went first. He howled and blew his coldest and harshest gale, but the person just huddled in their warm clothes clutching them all the tighter. Wind blew himself into exhaustion.
Then it was Sun's turn. He came out in all his glory, brightened the day and warmed the air
Until the person took all the not hot clothes off to enjoy the day.
I have heard it said hypnosis is sometimes like talking to the wall so the door will listen.
Anecdotes are almost always
Non-Threatening - and I certainly dont think any threat is going to help us establish rapport
They are engaging - very few things are more interesting to us than stories and thoughts about us
They foster independence - everyone gets to find their own meaning and even take a story on as one's own
They bypass natural resistance - everyone loves a good story, perhaps only dreams are more engaging
They model Flexibility and Creativity - stories can change at the whim of the story teller. Every time is new
They create confusion - stories can change at the whim of the storyteller and is new every time. Even within familiarity They assign tags within the memory and make it memorable, our stories often always reference other stories
Stories within stories is an excellent metaphor and lead in for a satifyingly deep hypnotic trance
River's style is unique among those I've seen. It's very much a guided meditation, magical realism sort of induction, with videos focusing on her pendant and nicely ample breasts. For a visual fixation junkie like myself, it works wonders: her imagery is on point, her breasts are beautiful, and she certainly knows how to work a pendulum. There are hints and traces of faerie-like mythology in her inductions, with an emphasis on nature and running away to play with her, but the themes don't overwhelm or distract from the trance itself. Her trances do tend to be on the lighter side -- there are only a couple files available on her site that go very deep, but most of them make for a very pleasurable 5-10 minute trance. Aside from the view of her (again, amazingly lovely) breasts, there isn't a whole lot of sexuality to be had; it's mostly just a very gentle, possessive, stare-and-relax trance.
If you're interested (and I really do encourage you to be), I recommend starting with the $6, 6-ish minute "Sixty Seconds" video. It's a very simply structured setup and countdown with plenty of pendulum and breast fixation, and I found it to be quite effective. It gives you a good idea of her style without too much investment from the get-go, and I've found it to be one of the most consistently pleasing videos I've purchased from her (it works nicely with my short attention span and get-to-the-point attitude towards trances in general).
River's a breath of fresh air in a crowded and somewhat overdone hypnodomme scene. There's no commercial pushing in her videos (nothing breaks a good trance quite like "watch more of my videos and buy things from my store"), and her trances are pleasurable and inviting without being overly domineering or aggressive. She's a wonderful getaway from the world at a reasonable price point, and I highly recommend her and will be keeping an eye on her work in the future. If you are interested, find her oeuvre of clips at http://clips4sale.com/river-nixie/ or visit her tumblr at http://rivernixie.tumblr.com/
I've been on the site and several other sites for sometime now, I've met many wonderful people from all around the world (Some I still thank for the many lessons they've taught me).
Some I've just known for a short time others I've know since I started my journey but each and everyone of them taught me something I am grateful for and will forever be grateful for. I'm lucky to call these people my friends and some I consider like brothers and sisters. They probably know a lot more about me than people I know and interact with in real life. So I thank them for their help and support.
But of late all the people I've met were fakes, pretenders or role-players. While I have no problem with helping people out and doing all I can to help out. Don't Fucking lie to me. I'm being nice and helpful so what do I get? lies, pretenders and fakes. All I've been looking for on here and on other place was a meaningful relationship where we can both have fun and we can find comfort and safety with one another even if It's online. I've never met anyone on here in person but still as I mentioned many of the people I've known here were and still are good friends of mine.
So it just disappoints me and makes me really sad to give my best to those people but get nothing but lies and hate from these people.
I really had so much fun at MEEHU 3 this past weekend that its hard to recall everything, not that any one ever suggested that, and there are a few things that are very hard to recall. Therefore I’m only going to hit the high points.
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June’s Patreon-funded free recording! This topic was a favor for a friend who was experiencing a lot of anxiety because of an upcoming event; the recording concentrates equally on letting go of thoughts and letting go of worries, and I’m planning to make evil future use of it in a long multi-track very very deep trance. But it stands well on its own, also.
This recording is meant to be looped.
File Length: 13:55
You look down at the reflection of
the paint in the can. Today, I am red.
Distilled into your purest form. Inviting and mysterious, I wait eternally for your touch, thick or thin.
The air of old print swirls and floats with my aroma, inhaled as those wandering eyes trace invisible lines on the canvas. As the coarse hairs catch me, absorb me, I drip with anticipation. Up and down, brushing and moving me as you wish.
On Three windows, a soul peers. One to paint, one to be painted, and one to witness it. I am applied, my awareness spans and stretches across this vision. “Like this” you say to me. Soon you'll be in that artist's headspace again: those eyes shining so brightly against the overhead lights. I love seeing myself in your eyes, because that's how I can see your masterpiece. No one else holds me with such grace. To be in the hands of an artist, there's nothing quite so powerful. Surrounded by lovely white nothingness.
Today, I am a flower, turning pink. Brighter and warmer as the glow from your spirit nourishes me. Each new addition I show dimension. You decide my fate. Two more petals, And so I am floating with the stars. My place has been found in the cosmos, it has been made. And I feel wonderful. And yet there is still more to be done.
Today, I am the dark. I am infinite. I am one with you. The space around me consumed by the generous attention of the black paint can. Your Mirror. Left alone with me, you sit and contemplate your next move. Your place in this piece. Within me you find nothing, and everything. Drawn out into awareness by the light of your unrealized imagination, so many ideas fly by. Dots of white and blue, splatter and pepper the sky. Now, you seek to find closure. But there is none. My skin is shallow, and my gaze is deep. The piece that you construct now stares back at you. Fixating your mind. When you look at me I take your thoughts piece by piece and gently place them among the void.
I create meaning out of nothing, without you I am nothing. Without me there is nothing. And now as you appreciate my work, I look on at my piece, distilled into its purest form. Ready and waiting to show how good it feels, to be so ready to turn into the masterpiece I know it can be.
Today, I am the brush. I am the window. I am the artist.
And you are my subject.
I've written a few erotic hypnosis stories... Typically based off an erotic image. This is the first one I ever wrote. I'd love comments if people enjoy! I can post more if there is interest!
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Are you looking to get into some Hyponosis themed Discords? Here are a few to get you going!
First, there is the official Hypwatch Discord - https://discord.gg/6B52f7j
Now that's over with:
Hypno-Fetish - https://discord.gg/ekcJ5r3 -- Exercise Due Caution
Pattern Palace - https://discord.gg/BmuwH3v
Erotic Hypnosis - https://discord.gg/ctwq7zz
Mind Melting Machine / Mind Massaging Machine - https://discord.gg/Y55shKB
Not Hypnosis but including it for benefit of a few people:
TG/TV Paradise - https://discord.gg/Ku8k5jG (support Discord for transgender, transvestite, sissy, etc.)
If I screwed up any of the links or if you want to add more to the list, let me know. HypnoHub.net also has a Discord, but they have it set to not allow invite links so you need to go to their website and go through there to sign up.
As a reminder, you can follow me on many social media sites to see new spirals. The master list is at my Linktree. New is that the high definition spirals are now looping on Tumblr and Ello (they've been able to loop here for a while when I don't screw it up). On Vimeo, you can download copies of all my spirals from the comment page in 2k x 2k high definition, and they're free to use under the Creative Commons with Attribution (CC BY 3) - yes, even for commercial purposes you need only link to where you got the thing and if even that much is too much, lets talk.
It began about a year ago when I was still together with my boyfriend, M. He began to introduce me to hypnosis as a way to relax and let go of my (infinite) worries. It worked and it helped, a lot. So I began to give him free reign with my mind, more or less... he made me listen to a lot of new files, most of them TTS but a few with real voice (male and female). At the time I didn't know what they did only that I woke up from listening feeling refreshed, wet and slutty. And there's nothing wrong with that! So I kept listening. In time I began to develop sort of a breast fetish (especially fake tits as you can guess from my mail lol).
Things went on like this for almost the full year, until M. left me for a blonde bitch. Just like that, on Valentine's Day, too. I was shocked and angry and lonely. I didn't know what to do and I think I turned to files as a way to cope, or to feel him close once again. I discovered a few new files and (these last few days thanks to people in the community) I traced down the files used on my by M. Mostly as I said the Bambi files (he surely wanted to turn me into a huge slut lol) and some other stuff from neuralnetandprettypatterns and others.
Point is, what began as a way to cope had kinda turned into an addicktion... and now I can't stop. I turn to files to feel better and feel slutty. I love turning myself into a bimbo and as long as it's kept inside safe boundaries I don't mind being surprised with a trigger or two lol. So this is the story of how I became a bimbo, or at least why I want to become one I hope you had fun reading this!
Hugs
So with that premise, how much do you apply a context of hypnosis to objects, scenes, pictures, interactions, etc. that other non-hypnosis people would consider "mundane" (or having no hypnotic context). This could be as simple as thinking "what a great scene for some hypnotic play" or "I would just melt into trance if he/she looked at me like that" , or even just comeup with a story that has a hypnotic context to it.
We view everything through our thoughts, feelings and experiences - being on this site, how much do you add hypnosis into those views?
Please leave a comment on what your experiences have been.
Let
me try
to interest
you, in a little
game of words
where the idea is
for you to read these
and become absorbed
and pay attention to them
and as you do, you are drawn
closer, into focusing on my words
your focus growing more intense and
you find yourself intrigued and interested
as you continue to narrow your focus on me
and my thoughts, that change over time
nothing existing now but my words
and their sound which you love
drifting down so narrow now
what remains is your focus
which drops down now
to narrow further
and further
deeper
down
dow
n
and
then
coming
up again
awakening
becoming alert
more and more up
returning to a normal
state of consciousness
feeling wonderfully calm
having enjoyed the little dip
coming up to go down again
breathing in the fresh air deeply
preparing to reach the peak of awake
because you know that very soon
it will be time to return down
drifting so deeply down
drowsier and drowsier
the deeper you drop
better and better
dropping down
your mind
warming
safe
dow
n
and
this
place
feeling
so good
you don't
want to rise
so let's just
sink back
return
down
dow
n
but
having
to come
back because
i want you rising
all the way back up
more alert, more aware
refreshed and energetic
with a feeling of enjoyment
from a fun little game with words
that dance across the page and amuse
and you smile because this is so much fun
and you know it will become even better
because very soon now it is going
to change again, and your mind
will follow my words down
because once again
you'll be dropping
deeper down
as before
taking
you
to
the
soft
warm
feeling
enveloping
feels so good
but you don't want
to come back up again
so let's just stay
down here
a little bit
longer
drops
down
dow
n
and
again
upwards
it's time now
to come back
to return to awake
coming up so gently
feeling peace and wonder
knowing this must come to an end
at some stage, but perhaps you're lucky
and it might not be right here and right now
maybe here you'll be given a lovely opportunity
to slip down the page and feel the sliding
that happens as you focus once more
and as you feel that delicious drop
that happens when you let go
and drift back down again
drowsy and drowsier
deep and deeper
which feels
better
down
to
a
new
place
feeling
comfortable
calm and safe
secure and
feeling
warm
lazy
and
soon
it's time
to come up
and this time
you might not be
able to slip back down
because sooner or later
you have to return to reality
but when you do you will know
that for a brief while, you were under
and your focus was so intense and sharp
that you gave every single word your attention
and followed me as I led you down and up and down
and up again and further and further up you must come
until you're all the way up with me, aware, alert and awake
Welcome back
I've been getting some great answers to my question over on Reddit:
I'm very interested in the topic of hypnotic safeties in recreational hypnosis and I'm finding it hard to find information about this by googling. I would love to have a conversation about safeties and I've compiled a few questions I'm hoping will generate a bit of discussion that I can learn from.
What is your understanding of the term "safeties"?
What types of safeties are important for you to have? Which are essential?
Have there been situations you wished you'd had safeties for and if so, which do you wish you'd had?
For tists: what safeties do you like to give your subjects? How do you make your suggestions safe?
I repeat.
Over and over.
As many times as you tell me.
I repeat.
It makes my mind so empty.
And wet between my legs.
I repeat.
Your words are my words.
No more thinking on my own.
I repeat.
Even as you take my body.
Making me yours even more.
I repeat...
Welcome to another round of HypnoChat. I’m your host, Drake. Today we are going over, what to expect with hypnosis. As always this is based on my own opinions and experience. It is worth noting that depending on a number of factors including but not limited to: the hypnotist’s experience, preferences, and mood and the subject’s experience, preferences, and mood, and the setting and goals; some of the steps I discuss may be skipped, merged, or may blend from one step to the next.
The first step in hypnosis is the pretalk. This is where the ground work is set for everything else. The hypnotist starts building rapport with the subject and educating them about hypnosis. The subject will also let the hypnotist know what they are trying accomplish. This is the best time to ask any questions, since if everything goes to plan, this will probably be the only chance before starting to go into a trance. Also, even if the hypnotist doesn’t ask, this would be a good time to make sure they are aware of any medical conditions you may have. Mental illness, heart or lung issues could lead to complications. This is not to say that having them prevents you from getting hypnosis, but a doctor may need to be consulted.
Next up is susceptibility tests. These are a way to gauge how quickly someone will go into a trance. The old school of thought about hypnosis is that there is a certain percent of the population who can’t be hypnotized. I think the number was something like 20% of people, but if you think back to part one of this, I said that hypnosis is just guiding someone into a trance and that trances are something that everyone experiences. So if everyone naturally goes into a trance, it doesn’t really make sense that 20% of people can’t be hypnotized. We will come back to this in a minute.
Now in modern hypnosis, susceptibility tests can still be used, normally for one of two reasons. The main reason is for stage hypnosis. In those settings, it is important to quickly find the people who are going to go into a trance the fastest, so that the show can progress quickly. The other less common use, is they can be used to help someone ease into a trance. These tests start building the subjects confidence in the hypnotist by showing that there is something happening that the subject doesn’t seem to be in full control.
Third up is the induction. This is the part that most people think of as actual hypnosis. This is where the subject is lead into a trance. There are a number of really common ways to do this but they all come down to one goal: get the conscious mind out of the way. We will discuss induction methods more in depth in the future, but one of the older and more commonly known ones is called progressive relaxation. The hypnotist will lead the subject through relaxing their entire body, until eventually they drift off into a trance.
Now lets go back to that 20% who supposedly can’t be hypnotized. If you are someone who is highly analytical, have ADD or ADHD, progressive relaxation is rarely going to work. Progressive relaxation works by getting you to stop thinking but with these types of conditions, people can’t and/or won’t. So with more modern understanding there are other inductions methods like trying to create a PGO spike, confusion, pattern interrupt, or even just conversation. We will break all of those down at a later date.
Next up is the deepener. Once in a trance, depending on a lot of factors, the hypnotist will probably need to get you farther into it. While you are not asleep in a trance, it does work as a good metaphor. So imagine you just got into bed, you start to get comfortable, and then right as you are starting to fall asleep, you hear something in the kitchen. Most people will startle back awake. Some people will fall asleep as soon as their head touches the pillow and will never hear the noise. As for the people who do hear it, especially if you are in a new or unfamiliar environment, you are likely to go check what it was. Now as you get more comfortable and familiar with the environment, the random noise will stop bothering you. You know it’s just the ice maker or the house settling. The same idea happens in hypnosis. The first time you are hypnotized, you are likely to be in a very light trance that distractions can easily break you out of. Some people will naturally fall deeper than others but the more you are hypnotized, the faster and deeper you will go.
Now we get to the heart of hypnosis, the change work. This is where the hypnotist will take that information from the pretalk and start putting it into action. They guide the subject to new information, form new habits, break old ones, or what ever steps are needed to accomplish the subject’s goals. Depending on the goal or goals, all of the changes may be able to be done in one session or they may need to be done in multiple.
So at this point, it is important to note that human memory is awful. Your brain lies to you constantly and so completely that most people never notice. For example, your vision only has a couple square inches of high resolution quality that you can see at any given time. Your eyes scan the area quickly moving this focus point around to get more details but to hide this, your brain fills in extra details about the world around you so that you think you are seeing everything in high definition. Your brain also edits the information that you receive tuning out things it deems unimportant, like your nose. You can always see your nose but until you focus on it, your brain filters it out. This is important because if you can’t trust what you are really seeing in the moment, how can you be trusted to remember something accurately? The answer is that you can’t. Your brain does not like to admit it doesn’t know or remember something, so it can and will make up details or memories.
This is important because with hypnosis your mind is open to suggestion. Creating or modifying memories is so easy that it can be done by accident. The most common scenario for this with hypnosis is time loss. Once the subject is in trance at least 30 minutes, the chance of time loss starts to increase. This can become so complete that the subject does not remember anything that happened while in trance at all. This is the same way that while listening to music, reading a good book or watching an enthralling movie, you can lose time. The hypnotist can also use this to their advantage. First if the subject suddenly realizes they lost time, it proves to them that the hypnotist did something. The other advantage is that this ability to create or modify memories can be used for entertainment. This is the basis for hypnosis shows.
Now we move on to awakening. The hypnotist will then guide the subject to come back to a normal state. There is no chance of a subject getting stuck in a trance. A trance is a in-between state. Without the hypnotist maintaining it, the person will either naturally wake up or fall asleep. That being said, if the hypnotist doesn’t guide the person to wake, it can lead to some confusion, headache, and disorientation. It is as if you were suddenly startled awake.
Finally we come to post care or post talk. It is common for people to still be more suggestable for 5 or 10 minutes after coming out of a trance. To that end, it is common to just sit and talk for a few minutes after the trance ends to make sure that nothing extra gets unexpectedly changed. I heard a story where after a long session to help someone make a lot of changes, they were feeling really great about them. The subject ran out to say how great they felt to their ride. Their ride said that they didn’t seem different and asked if they were sure it actually worked. In this more suggestable state, it undid the work that had been done. In a lot of cases this post talk won’t even be about the hypnosis itself, just small talk to pass time.
That gives a basic overview of hypnosis and what to expect from it. Next time, we will start diving into more specifics on different parts.
Or deeper...
It is tempting to be complacent, as a hypnotist, to think that you know all the tricks and can see it coming: to believe you are, in some ways, all powerful and invincible. This is a lesson in hubris and a tale that exposes the hypnotist's weaknesses: we're so steeped in its grip we are ourselves far more vulnerable to those that would use it against us.
It all happened during COVID: my first foray into the world post the COVID lockdowns. I'd ordered my coffee and panini and was now looking for somewhere to sit, but the Starbucks on the corner of Warwick Court and Holborn was rammed. Literally no empty tables, not even in the hidden extra seating downstairs, which is where I now found myself. As I walked to the quiet nook at the back of the shop I thought I spied a seat in a booth, but no. Sat there reading was a young girl in her twenties.
As I turned to look elsewhere she glanced up from her book and said "it’s alright, you can come and sit with me," she looked at her watch, "I should probably be running along anyway."
I sat down opposite her.
"I’m exhausted and could do with leaving all this and relaxing a bit. I mean, I know hypnosis is supposed to send youto sleep but only when you’re hypnotised, not when I’m reading about it!"
I noticed for the first time that her book was a psychology text book on hypnosis. What a coincidence. Perhaps I should engage her in conversation and reveal my own interest.
She continued: "it just drones on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… " Her voice drifted off monotonously. "You’re looking tired…and need to pay…" then suddenly breaking her gaze and becoming more bubbly again "…but you’re not interested in hearing about my woes, I’m sure. So, I’ll just shut up and crack on." She smiled, took a sip of her coffee and returned to her book.
Best to leave her to it, I thought. She's obviously not in the mood for a chat. But there was something about her. Something quite compelling.
I turned to my lunch, such that it was.
BAM!
She slammed her book down and leaned in, taking me a little bit by surprise. "It’s just that with all this lockdown, quarantine, COVID stuff recently I’ve only been able to focus on me. Now is the first time I’ve had to connect properly with someone in this kind of a personal, intimate way. It’s only because we’ve been released and let go now. Luckily I’ve been able to study and focus on my hypnosis. Did you know it’s nothing like in the movies?"
She spoke in a fast, light, bubbly, almost flirty turn. I could barely keep up with what she was saying.
"If I were hypnotising you in a movie all I’d need to do is get you to look deep into my eyes" She gestured to her eyes and I found myself held in her gaze. "…and SLEEP!"
I saw her fingers snap across my gaze and felt her tone slow and drop "…and you drop instantly deeper into trance… relaxing more and more… deeper…and deeper.
"...but it‘s not like that at all." Her voice was bubbly, flirty and energetic again. What had just happened? Had something just happened or was I imagining it? I took a deep breath and heard her sigh.
I looked up and noticed her for the first time. Mid-twenties, I'd guess, with a friendly face framed by her long brown hair. She was effortlessly attractive and seemed, well, fun. She continued chatting away and my eyes were drawn to the pendant she was playing with mindlessly as she spoke. And her watch. Ha ha! If only she knew. She was wearing a large Michael Kors watch. I love these. In fact I'm somewhat of a watch fetishist (for some it's lingerie, for me it's watches). Maybe I should tell her about the countless women I've hypnotised where I've used their watch as an anchor and trigger for confidence, sexual empowerment and kink. But that's not usually something one blurts out to a stranger on first meeting in a crowded coffee shop. Besides, she was in full chatty flow.
"This book tells me that we’re all in various depths of trance all the time, it’s just a question of how deep you allow yourself to go. So as a hypnotist all I’m doing is guiding you down deeper into what is a very natural, normal and automatic state …and of course giving you suggestions to make you obey and follow my every command." She giggled as she said the last phrase in a mock comic book evil hypnotist tone.
I laughed too.
"Ha ha! I wish! This book says that kind of thing only works if it’s what you want. I mean, if you were hypnotised now and I’m speak directly to subconscious, you’d naturally accept all the suggestions I give you because I’m bypassing your conscious filters, but you only follow and obey them because they’re natural, automatic and part of you, which is why it’s so safe and beneficial for you."
She was very matter of fact.
"If this were a movie I’d probably take off this pendant and start swinging it in front you to distract your conscious as you focus on it and let my words seep through to your subconscious..."
I found myself staring at the pendant. Had her voice slowed again?
"...but in reality, in a therapist’s office, I’d probably ask you to focus on your breathing… asking you to breath in to the count of… 1...2...3... Hold it for the count of… 1...2...3... And release all your tension as you breathe out to the count of… 3...2...1"
I found myself naturally mirroring her deep breathing as she continued.
"Perhaps breathing deeper as you inhale relaxation to the count of… 1...2...3...4...Hold it for... 1...2...3...4...and release all that tension on… 4...3...2...1 as you fall deeper into trance and inhale that relaxation for… 1...2...3...4...5...going deeper as you hold for… 1...2...3...4...5... and sinking into that trance on 5...4...3...2...1"
Her voice had definitely slowed and gotten more quiet. I had to lean in to hear it properly.
"You can allow yourself to continue to breathe deeply as you focus on my words, my eyes, the hypnotic pendant you’ve been watching because you are aware of everything, and yet you are not aware… you are listening with your subconscious mind while your conscious mind is far away and not listening. Your conscious mind is far away, and not listening. Your subconscious mind is awake and listening and absorbing everything while your conscious mind remains very relaxed and peaceful. You can relax peacefully because your subconscious mind is taking charge and when this happens you can simply relax and let your subconscious do all the listening. Your subconscious mind knows, and because your subconscious mind knows, your conscious mind does not need to know and can stay asleep and not mind while your subconscious mind stays wide awake.
You have much potential in your subconscious mind which you don’t have in your conscious mind. You can remember everything that has happened with your subconscious mind but you cannot remember everything with your conscious mind. You can forget so easily and with forgetting certain things you can remember other things remembering what you need to remember and forgetting what you can forget. It does not matter if you forget, you need not remember.
Your subconscious mind remembers everything that you need to know and you can let your subconscious mind listen and remember while your conscious mind sleeps and forgets. Listen with your subconscious mind now and when you’re listening very, very carefully, you can simply nod: ‘yes’."
I nodded.
"And as you continue to listen to my words with your subconscious mind your conscious mind sleeps deeper and deeper…and deeper…and deeper. Let your conscious mind stay deeply asleep…and let your subconscious mind listen to me. Hypnosis is incredibly erotic and arousing. Being hypnotised and controlled by me fills you with desire and pleasure…the desire to please…the pleasure of pleasing."
She was right. Hypnosis is incredibly erotic and arousing. And I do like to please.
"Now your body’s relaxed lets relax your mind further…more pliable and accepting…naturally open…automatically obeying. That’s really what we want to do…because when your mind’s relaxed you really can achieve anything you can think of. So in a moment I’ll ask you to slowly begin counting backwards, starting with the number 100. Simply say the numbers to yourself and after each number, allow yourself to say the words, ‘deeper relaxed’. After each number double your mental relaxation. Let your mind grow twice as calm and still and serene. Now if you do this, you’ll discover by the time you just say a couple numbers, doesn’t take long, you’ve relaxed your mind so beautifully and so completely you’ve actually relaxed all the rest of the numbers out. Want that… and you can have it quickly. Slowly begin counting backwards, starting with the number 100 now."
The number 100 flashed into my mind and I heard myself saying 'deeper relaxed' out loud. Surely not! Was she hypnotising me? I mean, of course she was, I recognised the induction and the pattern. But when did she start and why was I going along with it? I decided to play along. I mean, she was just a student after all (I'd seen her text books). What harm could she do? I could always snap myself out of it at any moment – and maybe even turn the tables on her!
99
"Saying the words, ‘deeper relaxed’ to yourself… and relax those numbers right out of your mind…as your subconscious continues to listen and absorb my words… because you know I’m speaking directly to your subconscious now… you don’t need to focus on what my words say… your subconscious knows… and as your conscious relaxes further and shuts off… you may find it easy to forget to remember what I am doing when you awaken… or it might be easier to remember to forget that I’ve hypnotised you… and that you’re automatically, naturally and effortlessly following all my suggestions… obeying all my commands... and submitting completely to my control.
Each number taking you deeper... each word taking you deeper... closer to zero... and when you reach zero you will know how hypnotised and open to my suggestions you are… willing to obey… wanting to obey… wanting to be seduced and under my spell… deeper relaxed… and deeper… more and more relaxed… more and more open to my suggestions… ready to submit to me… ready to obey. Now you can let those numbers grow dim and distant, they’re not important… and when you’re ready just push them out and slide all the way down to zero… just tell them to leave and they will go. Let them go… and let them be gone. And when you’re ready and open and willing to obey and follow all my suggestions you can allow yourself to nod ‘yes’ as you slide down to zero now...
as you SLEEP!"
Her fingers flashed and snapped before my eyes again and I felt my eyes close and head drop to my chest. She'd got me. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing I wanted to do.
"Very good. You’re doing so well and you can continue to relax and allow yourself to fall deeper as you listen my words… follow my suggestions… and obey my commands. Maybe you will remember to forget all the suggestions I give you… or if it’s easier you can allow yourself to forget to remember them… but you will find that you follow them automatically without necessarily being aware of them… because obeying feels so good and natural… and following is so easy and effortless. From this moment on, whether awake or asleep, every time I, and only I, give you the command to ‘SLEEP!’", her fingers snapped in front of my face again, "you instantly drop deeper into hypnosis… dropping deep into this safe suggestible space where you are totally open to my suggestions. You will automatically find yourself obeying any commands I give you after the trigger ‘SLEEP!’"
[FINGER SNAP].
"You can even allow yourself to remember to forget the commands and suggestions... because following them is easy, natural and automatic… and fills you with pleasure, desire and arousal. Now I’m going to count to three and you will open your eyes… coming up a small way from your deep hypnotic slumber… but not all the way… still remaining in trance for me. You will notice my hypnotic eyes… my erotic watch… and my mesmerising pendant. Allow your gaze to shift rhythmically between the three of them as your arousal increases… and your desire to please builds… knowing the pleasure you get from pleasing... 1, 2, 3!"
I must have zoned out for a minute. This girl was chatting away. Still mindlessly playing with her pendant. I kept glancing at it, the watch on her wrist and her eyes. I suddenly noticed how attractive she was. Her deep brown eyes, the pendant, and of course the watch. I felt my cock twitch. The thought of hypnotising her flashed across my mind. But I couldn't get a word in. Anyway, we'd just met. Then I imagined her hypnotising me. I haven't been hypnotised for ages, it's not really my thing anymore. I'm hard to hypnotise. It's a real paradox. I love it, or at least the idea of it, but my guard is always up too much. I find it hard to trust and really let a hypnotist in. But she could do it, I'm sure. Although, she was only learning. I'd be far too difficult to hypnotise for a novice.
"It’s really nice to chat to someone like you. I really didn’t expect I’d meet someone as smart and intelligent (and attractive!) as you", she looked bashful and giggled. Was she flirting with me? The thought got my cock twitching again.
"It’s really nice that you’re taking such an interest in my boring old work. And that you’re someone who wants to be hypnotised for me to practice on because you know a poor student like me needs all the support, money and gifts I can get so simply focus and…
SLEEP!" [FINGER SNAP].
My eyes slammed shut and head dropped into my chest.
"…and allow yourself to drift back down into that deep safe state of hypnosis where you’re totally open to my suggestions. You’re doing so well… and because you’re doing well you will get what you desire.
So in a moment I’m going to count to 3 again and you will come up a little but not quite as far as you came up last time. The next time I say the magic trigger word you will fall even deeper into hypnosis and be even more open to my suggestions than you are now.
1…2...3"
I was still staring into her eyes, she was still playing mindlessly with her pendant, her erotic watch on display as she continued to chat away to me.
"…so that’s why I can’t afford to pay right now and need someone smart and intelligent to look after me. But that’s not really your problem..." she waved her hand as though waving away the thought and my eyes instinctively followed her watch, "…it’s not for you to mull around in your subconscious. Don’t worry about it anymore.
Just…
…SLEEP!" [FINGER SNAP]
Her tone changed.
"…and go even deeper for me now… eyes closed... deeper down... even more receptive to my commands, suggestions and triggers... which you want to follow... which you can’t help but follow automatically... because following is easy and my desires are pleasing.
Now wake up on 3…
1
2
3
and…
…SLEEP!" [FINGER SNAP]
"…as you go 1,000 times deeper than before.
Awake…eyes open…
SLEEP!" [FINGER SNAP]
"Each time I drop you in and out of hypnosis you go deeper... more open... more aroused... more automatically following and obeying my suggestions.
When you’re not even sure if you’re AWAKE!
…or… because your eyes are open you’re hypnotised now…
…or…
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
WIDE AWAKE!
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
And deeper!
Are you AWAKE and hypnotised…
…Or…
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
…and deeper hypnotised now?
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
SLEEP!" [FINGER SNAP]
Her voice slowed and drifted with each command. I had no idea what was going on. Was I awake, or was I hypnotised? Every small moment of lucidness seemed to disappear. But I was definitely gone now. My eyes tightly shut and my head slumped on my chest.
"Very good. You’re doing so well… and I deserve what you desire. So relax further. You’re nearly ready to accept my suggestions as I deliberately implant them into your subconscious. Keeping your eyes closed as you SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP] …you can allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper as you continue to listen to my words and follow all my suggestions. Imagine now that you and I are playing together… it obviously involves hypnosis that’s what led you to me… you’re obviously aroused. You obviously derive pleasure from pleasing me… and know exactly how to meet my desires… but what else are we doing? Focus on those arousing thoughts now… and allow those images to continue to grow brighter and more vivid as you notice every detail of your fantasies… because you might find that when you awaken from this trance… or shortly afterwards… you feel compelled to meet my desires… and naturally, automatically and effortlessly tell me about your fantasies… subconsciously… without inhibition… or expectation… just because it pleases me… and pleasing me arouses you. You don’t need to consciously worry about what those fantasies are now…you can just allow them to loop around and grow increasingly vivid and arousing deep in the back of your mind…mixing with all my other suggestions… which you might have forgotten to remember… because they are already a normal and natural part of you. From this moment on you’re going to crave me and my hypnosis. My desires are your pleasure. You will find yourself coming here to me over and over again… each time forgetting to remember that you have been here before… and the next time remembering to forget you meet me regularly. You will find that you notice the pleasure you get from pleasing me and the arousal that comes from supporting me and my desires.
You know exactly how to support me and meet my desires, so you can simply allow yourself to automatically do so and enjoy the arousal that builds inside you… my pleasure is your arousal. I saw you glancing at my watch earlier.
That is good because from this moment on every time you notice a lady wearing a watch like mine, you will find that you are instantly, automatically and naturally reminded of me and the power and control I have over you. Seeing a lady wearing a watch whether in real life, a film or a picture, will allow your subconscious to instantly and automatically remind your conscious of me... my hypnotic power over you… and your need to be please and support me.
Naturally this will arouse you as you remember you must allow yourself to be hypnotised by me again and again.
Open your eyes now, remaining deeply hypnotised…", my eyes opened and immediately saw her wonderful watch, "and feel that surge of arousal flowing through your body as you notice me wearing a watch because you know that every time you notice a lady wearing a watch you are reminded of my hypnotic power… of being hypnotised by me… of all the suggestions and hypnotic commands you are automatically obeying… and naturally this arouses you as you realise how deeply under my spell you are… and remember how exciting and arousing it is for us to play together… as you continue to please and support me.
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]"
My eyes slammed shut and my head dropped again.
"Now close your eyes and drop deeper into trance. Remembering to forget all the suggestions I have given you… just as easily as you do after a watch reminds you of my power… because my pleasure is your desire… and you need only remember what you need to know to please and support me. In a moment I’m going to count to 3… and when I reach the number 3 you will open your eyes but remain deeply in trance… although you will feel like you are wide awake. You will have no recollection of being hypnotised… or the passing of time since I hypnotised you… you simply believe that you have only just sat down with me. You are, of course, aroused, horny and submissive as you settle down and relax with me…craving to go deeper… desperate to please me…
1
2
3
Open."
My eyes opened and I was sitting watching her chat away and thinking what a kind girl to allow me to sit with her. And she's clearly a hypnotist. Wouldn't it be lovely if she would hypnotise me.
"…which is why I will give you what you desire and hypnotise you."
My cock got instantly hard.
"And believe me, it will be the most intense and pleasurable orgasm you’ve ever had. So just sit back and relax now…"
Yes. That would be amazing. Orgasming. How did she know? When had I asked her?
Seductively and hypnotically she removed the pendant from around her neck whilst maintaining hypnotic eye contact with me and shifting her tone. There is something deeply erotic and arousing about the moment a hypnotist removes their pendant: the moment you realise they are actually going to hypnotise you.
She began to sway it gently from side to side. Naturally my eyes followed although every now and then I noticed her piercing hypnotic gaze and the flash of light reflecting off her watch.
"…allowing yourself to focus on my words… as you begin to breathe deeply... breathing in relaxation… breathing out tension. Now you’ve seen this in many movies so you know what’s about to happen." I'd also done it many, many times myself, so I couldn't wait for it to happen.
"Just allow yourself to relax and stare and my hypnotic pendant. Notice how it sways back and forth… moving as you breathe slowly. And as you continue to watch it you may notice your eyelids becoming heavier as you relax… perhaps it’s harder to focus… as you continue to breathe and fight the urge to blink.
But it’s ok…you can allow yourself to blink when you need to… knowing that each time you close your eyes it becomes harder to open them again. Try not to blink… just focus… and fail… as your eyelids grow heavy… and relaxed… each blink taking you deeper into relaxation… harder to open your eyes now… easier to relax and let go… and drop into a deep state of hypnosis as I count down from 5… blinking more and more rapidly as you struggle to focus… 4… your eyelids heavier… 3… harder to open each time they close… 2… dropping into a deep state of hypnosis as your eyes flutter closed now on…1…
SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
Good. You’re doing so well.
And as you continue to relax an breathe deeply… you can remember to forget all the suggestions I have given you… or forget to remember them because they are deeply embedded in your subconscious now… a part of you… automatic… natural… easy… as you continue to listen to and absorb my words… obey my commands… follow my suggestions.
I want you to imagine a control room in front of you… dials, knobs, faders, displays… the control room to your mind. You notice one dial labelled ‘Hypnosis level’, with a dial below it. Notice what number out of 10 it is on. Now reach out to the dial and turn it up… turn it up all the way to 10… all the way up to the deepest level of hypnosis you have ever been and are capable of achieving… and as you reach 10, you find it continues to turn… so you can keep turning it… going deeper and deeper into trance… beyond 10… going infinitely deeper as you continue to turn the dial and accept my commands and suggestions.
Now move to the next gauge: ‘Arousal and pleasure in pleasing and supporting Me… do the same… notice the number it is on now… turn it all the way up to 10… and keep turning it up beyond 10 as you notice your arousal and pleasure increasing the more you please and support Me.
And one final gauge: ‘Orgasms’…notice the number it is on now…this is the most intense and exciting orgasm you have experienced to date… turn it all the way up to 10… and keep turning and increase the intensity of your next orgasm beyond the level you thought possible.
Keep turning those dials as you accept my suggestions, obey my commands and respond to my triggers.
Repeat out loud after me:…
‘Goddess' desires are my pleasure.’
‘Goddess' desires are my pleasure.’
‘Goddess' desires are my pleasure.’
‘Watches remind me to sleep.’
‘Watches remind me to sleep.’
‘Watches remind me to sleep.’
‘Pleasing is arousing.’
‘Pleasing is arousing.’
‘Pleasing is arousing.’
Keep saying those mantras out loud…"
I found myself mindlessly repeating her mantras.
‘Goddess' desires are my pleasure.’
‘Watches remind me to sleep.’
‘Pleasing is arousing.’
"…as you begin to play with yourself… and your arousal grows stronger… only able to cum when I allow you to… listening effortlessly with your subconscious… because in a moment I am going to count to 3… and you will remain deeply hypnotised and under my spell.
With each number your arousal will grow and your need to cum will increase… but you know you may only cum when I allow you to. And, like you, I am kind and generous and supportive… so I am going to let you decide when and how you cum with my permission… because the next time you orgasm you are choosing to accept unconditionally all the commands, suggestions and triggers I have given you throughout this session:
You drop instantly into hypnosis and are open to my suggestions when I command you to SLEEP! [FINGER SNAP]
My desires are your pleasure. Supporting and pleasing me arouses you. Noticing ladies’ watches reminds you of my hypnotic power over you. You crave my hypnosis. You are open, uninhibited and honest with me about your fantasies and desires.You remember to forget all the suggestion I have given you because they are a natural part of you.
You forget to remember all the suggestions I have given you because you follow them automatically.
At the count of 3 you have my permission to choose to focus on that image of me hypnotising you as you bring yourself to the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced right here at this table… only waking from trance and following my suggestions when you have done so… or you can choose to deny your orgasm until later… and allow yourself to float back up into consciousness at your own safe pace… remaining in a heightened state of arousal until you decide to cum.
So focus now on that feeling of arousal… as it begins to spread through your body… while you play with yourself… filled with the images of me… desperate to explode as it intensifies… on 1… growing more and more intense… 2… so close to exploding in pleasure and desire for me… as you decide to accept, obey and support.
3."
I found myself sitting opposite an incredible lady. A Goddess. She seemed to be a student of hypnosis. I had an urge to tell all about my own interests and experience of erotic hypnosis. Including a fantasy I had never told anyone before:
"I see you're studying hypnosis. You know, I'm hypnotist too. But an erotic hypnotist (not the kind they tell you about in books!)" She smiled. "But I'm very rarely a subject. I think it's because I'm hard to hypnotise. Just not trusting enough, I guess. Anyway, for me hypnosis is all about seduction. I love the idea of being hypnotised and seduced 'against my will' or without even realising or remembering it, then being made to get more and more aroused and to please the hypnotist before finally being allowed to cum. I love the idea of post-hypnotic suggestions and triggers that I have no memory of as well as classic hypnosis tropes like finger snaps, swinging pendants, you know the thing. I also have a watch fetish: I find women wearing large erotic watches sexy. Not to hypnotise me with, just simply wearing one; as if it's a secret sign that they are a kinky/hypnotic seductress, if you know what I mean? I mean, I've just noticed your watch now, and I'm immediately imaging that you're hypnotising me and using me for your pleasure without me even knowing or remembering. Is that weird? It's weird I'm telling.
You'll have to excuse me. I've suddenly become incredibly aroused. I'm not even sure why I'm telling you that. But I feel I need to go to the bathroom to relieve myself."
"You have my permission to do so".
"Thank you. Oh, and let me get the drinks for you. You're a poor student who needs the support. Perhaps I can give you something towards your studies as well?"
“Good pet.”
In front of me is a large screen, and a huge spiral pops up. My eyes can't resist but stare at it. I can feel myself drop down so quickly, my mind emptying, my body becoming limp. Then I hear your voice so close to my ear, mmmmm. Talking to me, as my pussy gets wetter and wetter with each word you say. Your words are fucking both my body and mind at the same time. Mmmm. You tell me to cum. I can't resist your words, so I do..hard.. I fucking crave to experience that, you have no idea how much...
As she slept, that's what she heard in her ears.
She was still a bit groggy so, it was said again.
"Time to wake up slave..."
She opened her eyes slowly, the device still snug around her head..
It was Master's voice, he was speaking directly to her.
"I'll be home soon slave. And when I get there, I'm going to brainwash you, and you'll cum over and over and over..."
Just hearing that made her cum. It was amazing how he could control her.
Then she heard him again..
"Make sure you fully undressed before I get home. Now be a good girl and do as you're told"
She immediately undressed, her pussy wet with excitement...
Soon Master will be home.. soon she'll be a brainwashed slave, cumming over and over..
Nothing could be more perfect.
I highlight all the text -- five measly paragraphs -- and strike backspace. I'm in one of those moods where the word "strike" is entirely appropriate: the motion is quick, snakelike, aggressive. If I was one of those people who write by freehand, the wadded-up paper would've bounced right the fuck out of the wastebasket. It's not good enough. It's boring, trite, and predictable.
She deserves better. "It's just smut," I mutter to myself. "I know what she likes. She'll love it. Writes itself, really." The cursor blinks, patiently waiting for words that won't come. Fuck that guy.
The words come so easy when we talk, when we chat, when we text. They're temporary there, fleeting, throwaway words passed over throwaway devices in a throwaway culture. It's easy to be glib there, to toss out whatever comes to mind and shrug it away if it's not good enough.
This is different. This is a gift.
This is something I want her to take out and read again and again. I want her to smile when she knows she's getting close to the best parts. I want it to be her favorite, her go-to; when nothing else quite scratches that itch, she can always read my words with fingers on her clit or vibrator inside her, thinking of me as she brings herself to yet another quivering orgasm. I want her to close it reluctantly, satisfied...but always craving maybe just a little bit more.
I want her to pester me for sequels and spinoffs and vignettes and novellas. I want her to fall in love with my characters the way I fell in love with her. I want to see the blush on her cheeks when she whispers to me, "I read it again last night." I want to give her something that makes her feel: feel sexy, feel better, feel slutty, feel special, feel intense and urgent and horny and loved. I want it to be good enough.
The cursor blinks at me. Motherfucker.
I lean in, fingers on the keys, and I try again, black words pushing into the white space. Because she's worth the failing, over and over, in the most frustrating ways.
Because eventually, it'll be good enough.
20+ different kinds of orgasms
Playing with different types of orgasms is something i really enjoy.
A year ago i thought a female could orgasm in 3 different ways.
Either clitoral, vaginal or anal. Or a combination i guess.
Now a few years later i play with at least 20 very different kinds or orgasms.
The dictionary tells us 1*:
or·gasm
noun
1.
the physical and emotional sensation experienced at the peak of sexual excitation,
usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ and usually accompanied in the male by ejaculation.
I really like how they say ''usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ''.
They are open enough to understand that there are other ways to make someone cum as well.
They even understand that a male does not always have to ejaculate while he still can experience an orgasm.
So with this in mind let me explain some of the orgasms Master and i play with.
Keep in mind though, that you might experience something else then i do. Different people have different responses!
nipple orgasm:
It starts out slow, like the end of my nipples starts to itch
and than it starts to tickle an then it spreads true out my boobs and its just a lovely sensation!
anal orgasm:
I knew people could have anal orgasms when stimulated in the area. But it never worked for me. I enjoy anal, but i couldn't cum from it. Not that i mind, an orgasm isn't the highest goal, delicious sex is. But my mind apparently had a pretty clear idea of what that must be like. When Master triggered this for the first time, i said i can't..... and then i got totally amazed! I had an anal orgasm. I felt muscles contract and pleasure and it was super intense! Especially cause i didn't think i could. Since then we have been playing with this a lot and now i can actually have anal orgasms when stimulated even without hypnosis. And i can experience it without being stimulated but with hypnosis. cool, cool, cool! (if you get this reference, you are officially awesome!)
spiritual orgasm:
Master and I had a long talk about this one. Because quite frankly it can work pretty damn addictive. This orgasm isn't that much physical. Its my inner being, my mind, my soul that burst and floats and explodes. I have never experienced anything like it. And its not really comparable to anything else. Its very overwhelming and beautiful. Its slow and deep and its like my mind is having an orgasm in staid of my body.
true loves orgasm:
First of all, if you plan to use this on your subject, make sure you state very clearly that this is about self love. Not your love. Its not fair to play with people's emotions that way, except i guess when you have clear consent. So true self love, wave after wave after wave. I still cry most times when i experience this. When you feel the beauty inside you and when you feel so connected to yourself and your emotions and love. silk orgasm: Silky orgasms are soft, slow and deep. Very pleasurable and not too overwhelming; as in i don't fall/shake out of my chair or bed
slow motion orgasm:
This is something Master has introduced me to recently. Often he just gives me an orgasm trigger and then he makes it slow motion. Which i like best. It's very overwhelming and at exactly the right time Master slows it down and it prolongs the orgasm in a very nice way. Also this type of orgasm really makes me realize how much Master is in control over my body. one word and the whole experience changes, for the better that is.
lightning orgasm:
The best way to explain is, imagine 10 hitachi's plus 10 fairy wands at your clit for 5 seconds. yeah..... i know right O.o
earthquake orgasm:
Earthquakes have after shocks, very intense ones if its the season
thunderstorm orgasm:
So this is like the lightning orgasm, only i feel it on my G-spot. And it doesn't stop after a few seconds. It goes one until Master tells me the storm is over. Sometimes it storms all night! If it does, we curl up in bed and he holds me tight, while orgasm after orgasm sweeps true my body.
gigglegasm:
giggling and laughing and then it vibrates deep down to my clit until i cum.
joygasm:
feeling happy, at ease and wonderfully amazing.
cuddlegasm:
A cuddlegasm is like a warm blanket of strong arms tightly around your whole body. I really enjoy this during after care.
But Master came up with a lot of different cuddlegasm!
Monster cuddlegasm:
extra tight, extra deep, extra dark, extra safe. Yes, that's basically what it comes down to for me.
Kitten cuddlegasm:
being petted all over, feeling the vibrations off the purring all over your body <3
cotton candy cuddlegasm:
being all pink and sticky and yummy and giggly and girly and happy. Sweetest cuddles in the world.
And than Master combines them all together and he gives me
Monster cotton candy kittens cuddlegasms! this is not explainable in words..
I believe that's all the orgasms we have triggers for.
(and NO you do not have permission to use these on me!)
But there are also orgasms that happen from different types of play.
paingasm:
gawd this always makes me feel naughty.. Sometimes when my need for pain is very overwhelming and intense i cum from every hit.
And no he doesn't tell me to. Its just that good. such a sweet release.
And it drops me into subspace quit easily. At the other hand, if he would tell me to lay still, i would be in trouble for sure.
music orgasms:
Okay so this is pretty cool! Master sends me songs and he puts me under in trance.
Then every tone and every beat gives a different sensation.
Its like being fucked in every hole hard, while being softly caressed, kept in place and petted.
And every song is different, so each time we do this i experience something new. Also this can be very emotional.
Brainwashing orgasms:
Every time i finish my brainwashing sentence i orgasm.
energy play orgasm:
well i can write a whole book about this.. Ill write an other post about it.
And then there are of course the moments where Master suggests i feel Xorgasm times 10 or 100 or 10.0000000
and i instantly completely get Blissed
I hope you enjoyed reading this and if you try it out, let me know how it went!
And feel free to add your own too!
All credit goes to my Master, Shadowmancer for without him i could have never experienced or written about this!!
*1. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/orgasm
Hi you all, sorry if i didn't reply before, things are boring here. Vacation with parents tends to be... I will reply quicker when I grt to a place with more and better internet.
Nothing much happened today and I did not even had time to listen to a file... the craving is real, lol! The one funny thing at the restaurant with my mom and dad I was minding my own business when I saw a couple two tables away from us. Thr man looked rich and confident and the girl was dressed to the nines, showing off her slutty body... maybe she was a stripper or something? She had a slutty thick mouth with pouty lips and large tits, too round not to be fake. The moment I looked at her I felt the chorus of happy bimbo voices in my head go BOOOM and I was dizzy and giggly and horny for the rest of the evening and I think she caught me looking at her tits... thankfully once home I could relueve myself. I hope mom suspects nothing lol
Cheers!
Below is a compressed chart- for this one I did a linear regression of the raw data then solved for hypnotic effectiveness as a function of color:
So this model (while not fully tested for statistical significance) gives us some pretty good ideas for color choice in subjects between my min and max interview age. Red is generally not liked (except pink sometimes) but orange and yellow improve as hypnotic colors as the subject ages. Green is not very effective with younger subjects but its effect seems to increase as the subject ages. Blue on the other hand, seems universally regarded as a calming relaxing color and is fairly useful when making visuals for subjects regardless of age. the effectiveness of violet seems similar to that of green, however violet isnt as effective as green is in subjects 45+.
I'm still building these models, so there is plenty of room for other discoveries or even for information to overturn what ive learned so far!
(Content warning: hypnotic language, trance, post-hypnotic suggestion for becoming a better subject)
As I'm wont to start my trances, let's go for a little metaphorical walk.
This walk is through a forest that has been converted to use as a natural recreational labyrinth or maze. At the centre of the maze is a hidden clearing with a large wooden statue and benches, which is the goal to reach.
There are trees all around and in most parts also dense, evergreen hedges which provide a mystical and secretive atmosphere, and give off a wonderful, heady scent, just right for a relaxing walk. Let's go in.
Visualize this forest maze, smell the fresh scent of the trees and evergreens, breathe in the oxygen-rich air, hear the birdsong and rustling of the leaves in the breeze and feel the temperature of the air on your skin. Good, isn't it?
You walk down the path with me and as is the way with mazes, we soon come to a fork. We must choose left or right. We take the left and walk right down the side of the hedge which curves to the left, until we reach the next fork. We take the right path and at the next fork, we veer to the right, because that just feels right, you know?
We're now facing the right way to head deeper into the forest. All that's left is to follow the paths that are left, to take us right into the centre.
We take a left and follow the path down. Then we take the right turn that is left and then the left turn we left behind when we were turning right. Does that feel right?
That's right. Either way we can continue to walk deeper and go right down the side of the next hedge. It's right to take the next left when it's the left that's left to take. The leaves are rustling in the slight breeze and you soak up the peace.
And now let's take another right, which feels more right that the left we just left behind us. And when you think of it, it doesn't matter which paths we take because all the paths that are left are right, as long as they lead us deeper and deeper into the centre.
So we stroll right down the middle of the path, breathing the scent of the evergreens deeply and slowly, taking left turns and right turns, whichever feels right when we reach it. It would be nice to reach the statue, but meanwhile it's just as nice to keeping walking down the paths. The birds are singing, the air is wonderfully fresh and your breathing is relaxed.
Whichever turn is left is the only one that's left to take
and it's right to take this left that's left behind the right turn that's right
and as we go ever deeper, you begin to lose yourself in the lefts and rights
and just follow me down all the little paths that are left
as you follow, you notice how all you have to do is take the right paths with me
and you feel tranquil and serene.
all that's left to do is just to walk deeper and further
and the longer we walk, the deeper we walk
and the more hedges there are to walk right down
while you listen to the birds chirping
and know that nothing left matters anymore
but following my words as they lead you
Because you know I will lead you deeper and deeper
until we reach the clearing I'm taking you to,
where you can sink down on a bench
and admire the wooden statue
which you gaze at
as you just relax.
You rest now
having left behind all the thoughts
of lefts and rights
and just sink deeper into the bench
and your mind can relax now
because you know you have reached the place
deep inside the maze
that you wanted to get to
It feels so good to rest
so wonderful to know
that you no longer have to think
and can just enjoy
the blissful
blankness
your mind
feels
now
and
as
you
drift
in this peace
you can also know
that with each and every one of my trances
that you read
you become a better subject
you become better at dropping into trance
you become better at enjoying trance
you become better at hypnosis
in every way
Now I beckon softly to you
I pull out a map from my pocket
it's a map to lead us out of the maze
and we'll count our steps
because when we reach 50 steps
we'll be outside again
feeling alert and refreshed
10 steps
beginning to stir
20 steps
more and more aware
30 steps
more and more alert
40 steps
feeling refreshed and energetic
50 steps
Awake
all the way out
back in the room
back with me
Welcome back
I'm an obedient slave, I'm programmed to obey...
Over and over she said those words, she could feel her mind going blank and her orgasm building. The toy between her legs moving faster, her breath getting ragged as the words came out.
I'm an obedient slave, I'm programmed to obey...
Then the orgasm hit her, waves and waves. She felt so amazing, so fulfilled. So.. needing more.
***This was originally posted on fetlife July 2016 after a rather large controversy regarding abuse perpetrated by a very prominent figure in the EH community***
You may or not be aware of the recent goings on in the hypnosis community. The TL;DR version is that prominent figure who shall remain unnamed had accumulated a number of allegations of consent violation, a community round table was had and it was determined that many people would feel much safer if the person in question did not attend.
I commend our leaders for taking a decisive action to protect its vulnerable members, and now it's up to the community to learn from this.
This person is not a villain. They are not the embodiment of evil in our world. No, they are weak-willed and lonely child who stumbled upon a dark and powerful mask. We can ban this person from parties, but the tactics this person used others will use over and over and over again unless we educate members of our community and these tactics become less successful. So here's a list of red flags to look out for in erotic hypnosis. This is a compilation of my own and other's experience, PLEASE ADD ANYTHING I'VE MISSED.
My ex used to have my metamours and I repeat the following while we were deep in trance.
"I exist to serve and please and obey, without thought or question, anytime, anyplace, and with anyone you wish. And it's the very best thing.
....annnnd holy shitballs, that's creepy. Do you realize how easy it becomes to coerce someone into having sex with someone they don't really to after they've said that enough times? Mantras aren't necessarily bad, but they need to allow for autonomy to remain with the person. If you want to use mantras while in trance, try using something healthy like:
Admittedly I just made that up and I have no idea how well that will work, but that seriously has to be better than something that is designed to erode your sense of self and ability to say "no."
2. The Use Of Superlatives
In destructive cults, members are made to develop phobias of leaving. Now you don't necessarily have to bar anyone from leaving if you can convince them that the rest of the world isn't as good as what they have in the group. Now go look back at the creepy mantra. Notice anything at the end there?
Your subconscious will automatically create opposites for whatever you suggest to it. When you use a superlative, your subconscious sets that as a measuring stick for everything else to be compared to. By making us say their hypnosis was the very best hypnosis, their power was the very best experience, and their cock was the very best cock, slowly but surely I became convinced if I left nothing would ever be as good as it was. A much healthier framing is "It's a good thing," or "it's a wonderful thing," or even "it's a fan-fucking-tastic thing," because all of those descriptors allow for other good things to happen.
3. Insisting of Sex as a Form of Service
While this not necessarily hypnosis related and has not happened to me personally, I thought this was too important not to put here. I have been told by others who've interacted with this individual that when they said they didn't want to have sex, this person would insist they have sex anyway "as a form of service to them." I hate to sound like a Moaning Morty, but that just sounds like rape with extra steps.
4. You Notice You Or Other Partners Have Difficulty Saying "No"
Overtime, I started to notice anytime I needed to say "no" to something I found it very difficult. My heart would start to race at the thought of it. My other metamours exhibited similar difficulties. Looking in retrospect, constantly rewarding saying "Yes, [NAME]" created anxiety about saying the opposite.
5. You Start Having Panic Attacks or Other Mental Health Issues
Over the course of our relationship, all of my latent mental health issues progressively became worse. I started smoking, drinking, and having panic attacks. Normally, these parts of me are kept in check because I know how to take care of myself, but as my sense of self eroded away I could no longer hold down all my self destructive tendencies. Incidentally, my panic attacks went away almost instantly after we broke up, which was replaced by a deep depression that I'm still working to get out of. I did learn something valuable from that though: if a Russian ever tells you you're too drunk to drive home, believe them.
Dear Future Tist,
I'm here since August 2015 and looking for you. I have tranced with some of your colleagues and made some experiences. I discovered myself and how I work and what works for me.
Now it's time to share it with you, so you can contact me. I'm now in the mood to meet you.
1. I like to talk to you before starting with hypnosis. I like to get to know you and I like you to get to know me. Hypnosis is like sex - it's getting better, the better you know each other. Disagree? Then this letter is probably not for you ;-).
I want to have that feeling that you are a person for me, that I would really, really like in real life too. Even without trancing me. I would like to have the feeling that you feel the same about me. That you are interested in my person and not only in having hypno-fun with me.
2. I have to love your voice. I'm a very auditive person and I like to swim in your voice, be surrounded of it and let it filling me. That includes, that text hypnosis does not interest me at all.
3. I tried a few tist to see how they work for me and what techniques they use. I'm not really that much interested in quantity anymore, I want quality. I would like to work with you over a longer term. work on stuff and improve. I know I'm not the easiest subject, but if you like challenges instead of short time fun distractions, I might be the right one.
4. I don't like to be one of your "collected subjects". I don't need exclusivity, but I would like to be a important part in your "Tist-life". Its ok for me that you are trancing with others from time to time and I will do so as well. But I will always come back to you to bring the new experiences into our "relationship". You are not one of the tist who need a lot of subject to better your self-confidence. A subject is no need for your aplomb.
5. I don't mind if you try covert hypnosis. If I'm not in the mood to trance, I will not drop. So don't be pissed when it doesn't work :-P
6. I am somewhat submissive, when under. But I don't want you to tell me how to live my live, how to dress and what to do in my real life. And I'm not going to do everything you tell me to do, because I'm submissive. And don't try to tell me that I'm not really submissive when I act and talk like that - go and search for your real submissive and leave me alone. I like my partner to be playful and somewhat dominant. It can be fun to be told to do things I don't like and to realize that I'm not able to manipulate you. And I will try to, I'm a brat ;-). But a good Dom can differ between a No-maybe and a NO-nogo and will respect that.
I don't need to be punished for things I did wrong. Just tell me and we'll talk about it and I will change my behaviour. Punishment is only required for fun things or for teasing, not for changing behaviour. That doesn't work for me.
7. I want you to be firm, reliably, close and emotional reflected and matured. If there are any problems we will talk about it. And we will find a solution or try to understand the point of the other one. Its no option for me to don't talk to me about it, don't react to a Mail or message or to disappear for a longer time without telling me why.
8. I will feel good after trancing with you and I want you to feel good after trancing me. If we don't feel like that there is something wrong. If it can't be solved by reflecting it, we maybe may not really click.
9. You don't like "emotional games", too. Playing with feeling in the way of "emotional blackmail" and "withdrawal of affection". I don't like games like "I have to go soon" to make me do faster what you want me to do or sentences like "I will leave you, if you/ if you don't do …". If you want to end our sub/ tist relationship just tell me and be honest.
10. I hate cheating! I want our loved ones to know what we are doing here and with whom. If you are in a real life relationship in what kind ever, I like your loved once be fine with you trancing me and having fun and some kind of closeness.
11. I don't need 24/7. But if I have an urgent problem, I will be able to contact you in the next 24 hours. I would like us both to have time for each other not only once a week for an hour. I would be fine to see you 2-4x a week. I know that this is not possible every week. But we both should be willing to invest some time.
12. If you are more interested in your own fetishes and how I can help you with your sexual longings you should buy a porn instead of trancing with me. I will not undress in front of a cam and I will not do real life porn for you. If you are searching for that - go and search, its not my interest!
I can trance with you, but I only will go really deep with my future Tist, who will agree with that points and feels in the same way like I do. Maybe it seems to be arrogant for you what I am demanding. Maybe you are going to tell me that I'm never ever a submissive person. Maybe you are right with all of that. But cocksure you are not the Tist I'm searching for.
I Shall begin the descriptions now.
One of the first effects and best ways to prepare for and invite a trance is to get comfortable and relax. Have a sense of expectancy of something happening while allowing yourself to not know, expect, or desire any specific thing to happen. This will tend to slow the pulse and heart rate. Facial muscles smooth and relax and a different quality can often be heard in the voice at this point. Many of the reflexes will diminish including blinking, pupil dilation, respiration rate, swallowing and even the startle reflex. The eyelids often feel heavy and close and the body becomes immobile with a subjective feeling of being distanced or dissociated, "Floating free" of the body. A balanced tonicity of the muscles can occur where everything feels relaxed but able to hold position, for example the arm being places in an unsupported upright position. An arm in balanced tonicity can stay there for a very long period of time with no feeling of strain or fatigue or effort. An economy of movement can be observed, which combined with a time lag in motor and conceptual reasoning, can make someone in deep trance seem ungainly or even a bit clumsy at first as it sometimes feels as if the body is being truly felt and used for the first time. Usually this passes with experience of being in this state.
Mentally, changes will be happening too. Autonomous ideations and inner experiences will come from the unconscious mind to the conscious mind with a distinct feeling of I did not create or source those, they came from somewhere else than what I have previously considered "me". A seeming objective and impersonal aspect becomes more pronounced. A response attentiveness or active waiting for a response or to a response extends in depth and duration. Sensory changes, some impressions fading while others becoming more pronounced is fairly common and can even change between or during trance experiences. Body changes too, tensions, quiverings, relaxations, sections or parts disappearing or coming to the forefront of awareness. The perceived size of self may expand way beyond the body's previously perceived boundaries or shrinking to the smallest speck located somewhere inside is not uncommon.
Where the body and mind interact can provide for the most interesting of hypnotic phenomena. Psychosomatic or bodily responses to outside and internal communication or thoughts with an increase of literalism, the following of ideas and suggestions very closely and exactly. Other expected hypnotic phenomena include:
Amnesia - not having direct access to memory of what transpires during trance.
Anesthesia - Parts of the whole body lose feeling, particularly uncomfortable feelings like pain.
Body Illusions - felt senses of the body that cannot literally be true but seem true at the time. (Transformations, perceptions of size, etc)
Regression - Experiencing oneself as if at a younger age.
Time Distortion - Expansion when a small amount of time seems sometimes significantly longer or contraction where a long amount of time seems shorter.
At coming back to normal consciousness after a trance, there is usually a body re-orientation, getting comfortable with sensing the body as one normally does after possibly sensing it in very different ways during a trance session. Another aspect to look forward to is that after waking from most trance experiences, you usually feel good as if waking from a restful sleep, and often looking forward to another opportunity to feel similarly good.
I know what you need. I can see it, plain as day. Ohhh, I was there, my friend: hungry, desperate, *needing* that fix. I'd found a whole new world (every moment red-letter) of people with my kink, full of sexy people who could finally, finally fulfill that fantasy that I'd carried around for so long. I'd simply find the sexiest, dommiest hypnotist I could and beg her to trance me, to add me to the harem of mindless sex slaves that she surely possessed. And there, with my eyes blank, mind empty, and cock hard, devoted to the service of my mistress, I would finally be happy.
Yeah, see that? Nodding your head? Since you're down here, slummin' it with me, I guess you've figured out that's not how it works. See, those sexy tists you want so badly? They're busy. They're choosy. They have their pick of the litter, because the people like us -- the trance-seekers, the sleep-for-me-junkies, the wannabe-hypnoslaves -- we're a dime a dozen. Less! But that doesn't stop us, ohhhh, no. We're persistent. WE'RE special, you and me, ain't we, friend? Yeah, that's right.
Only it's not, and now we've pissed off our first target and ended up on a block list. Not a good start, no, not at all. But hey, it's fine! There are plenty of tists in the sea. Let's move on to the second-sexiest and...
No, no, no, my friend. Let me stop you right there. You're doin' it wrong, see? You gotta change your *method,* right? And you need a teacher. Now, I don't wanna brag, but I've been tranced once or twice myself. It's pretty good, pretty good. If you look close, you can still see the spirals in me eyeballs, can'tcha? Ahhhh, but there's a trick to it. The "method" I mentioned earlier. It's a devious one, but it works. And I like you, friend! I'm gonna share it with ya. Come a little closer. Let's keep this between us, right?
See, this "method," it's based around the idea that this place we're in, it's a community. People communicate in it. Tists, subjects, men, women, genderfluids, dominants, submissives -- takes all types to make our little world, don't it? I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, mate: you have value. Yeah! You! You bring something to the table that nobody else in this community's got. Maybe you have some legal knowledge. Maybe you can paint like Mozart. Maybe your granny's got the best home remedy for the common cold on the planet. Think about it. Really think what you can bring to this community to make it a little brighter, a little more vibrant, a bit more interesting. Got it? Good. Step One of "The Method" is done. You're a champ at this, friend! Gonna be drownin' in swinging pendants in no time flat.
Okay, ready for Step Two? Here it is: *share* your special thing. Awwww, jeez, no, not THAT special thing! The one you figured out in Step One, mate! Blood and thunder, nobody wants to see THAT special thing yet. That'll come later, but for now, share granny's cold remedy. Answer questions. Start a home remedies group. Communicate with the community, y'know? Just DON'T TALK TRANCE WHILE YOU DO IT! It's cold and flu season; hit up that chat room on the right side of your screen. Somebody's home sick with the sniffles, drinkin' hot tea and complainin' in the chat room, sure as sun will rise. Maybe it's a sexy tist! Maybe a little snotty now, but sure, sexy. And send gran-gran a card, cause now sexy-snotty tist is less snotty and very grateful to you. You can already feel yourself sinking into his eyes and words, can't ya? Well, wake up, friend, cause your work ain't done.
It's time for Step Three. Once you've done the "communicate with the community" thing enough and you got your sexy-maybe-snotty tist on the hook, it's time to reel 'em in with that most insidious and manipulative of techniques: friendship. Yeah, that's right. Talk with 'em, ask 'em how their day was. Take a genuine interest in them, as people, beyond just trance partners. Be patient. You seem like a smart one; you know that theory about the "mere-exposure effect?" Just sayin' hi and havin' a short chat on the regular gets them likin' you more and more. And hey, we're on a hypno-fetish site, right? Trance is gonna come up, sooner or later. Let them bring it up. Friend, you're so close now. Don't blow it. Don't go back to bein' the person you were, beggin' anyone and everyone for a trance. Just talk about it. Ask questions if they seem like the knowin'-things sort. A little light flirtin' (LIGHT, friend! Don't be creepy about it and keep your "special thing" covered up!) never hurt, either. Walk 'em down the road, gently-like, you master manipulator, you. And if they don't wanna trance you right now, be cool. Thank 'em for the consideration and don't bring it up again. Let your old buddy, mere-exposure, bring 'em on back. Be patient, talk about non-trance things that you care about and they care about, give it time, and the deal will close itself.
Badabing, badaboom, "The Method." Now you got a new sexy-tist friend, and life is lookin' good. No need to thank me, friend -- just don't cut and run soon as you get what you want, eh? Be a friend first and a subject second. You'd be surprised how easy it is to go real deep for someone you've built a bond with. And usin' people is shitty, and you don't seem like the shitty type to me!
Go get 'em, tiger. Build your community, make friends, get tranced. It's win/win, and whaddaya got to lose?
(1) Knowledge of Hypnosis - Studying beforehand and afterwards about hypnosis makes it easier to tell when it is happening and what can be expected. It helps address concerns and answer questions knowing your have read or heard about the subject and that you are committed to learning even more.
(2) Perseverance - Sticking to a plan or goal of inner exploration yields far greater rewards than half-hazard or whimsical schedules. Finding the right balance between overtaxing and under-attempting is a challenge for everyone because we are all different from one another and even ourselves from one time period to the next. Being more consistent than not, yet able to re-evaluate and replan as needed gives you a long way in establishing the deepest relaxation and happy expectancy found in the best trances.
(3) The First Hypnosis/the last hypnosis - Let each attempt to trance carry within it the seeds of being the first attempt and the spirit and commitment of it perhaps being the last attempt. A beginner's state of mind that has as few preconceived notions as possible mixed in with the desire of a completeness and acceptance if an imagined final return to the place where resides our oldest and dearest companion and friend, the unconscious mind. This prepares us to be deeply sensitive, grateful, eager, open and thoroughly present with whatever presence and presents out unconscious mind can give us. Each and every time we should strive for this mixture.
(4) Understand the strengths of suggestion and the power of permission - Realize you are dealing with and exploring am almost entirely mental landscape. That your mind is as nearly infinite in what it can hold and do as anything we can imagine. We can imagine ourselves into practically anything we could ever wish to be, at least internally. Our physical universe definitely responds to our internal one but often not in ways we can imagine. Suggesting to yourself you can do things assumed impossible might just be the first step in proving that assumption wrong. Giving yourself permission to try again and again can ensure you give yourself all the support you need to never give up on what is important to you, including your unconscious mind and ability to receive more, ideally all, it has to offer.
Remember - we are inviting the unconscious mind to a receptive state. We receive the unconscious mind best when we are in an inviting mood.
Some characteristics of opening up to the unconscious mind or what we might call a trance:
Rapport and connection - a sense of cooperation and trust between your conscious mind and unconscious mind, often expanding outwards to include similar feelings of dynamic trust and cooperation between the hypnotist, in this case me, and the hypnotized, in this case, you. It is my hope to be worthy of, expand upon, and continue those feelings of trust and cooperation.
Fixedness of Attention - something usually becomes the the object of attention, a sound like my voice, the sight of something interesting becoming more so, a sensation in your hand or of breathing becomes fascinating and begins to override other sensory inputs, they just sort of fade into the background
Hyper - Acuity or super sensitivity of the senses being utilized for trance, as unused senses fade out. What is being used expands, making it easier to notice details that keep the attention going and growing.
Analysis and experiencing tend to be mutually exclusive of each other. For some trance is a lot like falling off of a log, just relax and a natural force of gravity takes over and we find ourselves on the ground floor without having to do anything other than observe our travels from log to foundation. Other minds like to track the increments which can keep the conscious mind in the forefront of experience and does not permit the unconscious mind to become the dominant leader of experience.
To you I suggest this: With difficult problems, you want to make an interesting pattern to follow, to utilize and answer to the pattern rather than the problem itself.
Where does the breath turn around in the body? What are the beliefs and patterns of behavior I can follow into my deepest self? That attend my attention and help me tune into inner realities? Which distractions break me out of habitual mental frameworks? What implications, questions, puns, etc. inspire unconscious searches I can give permission to? Why do autonomous and seeming automatic behaviors such as closing eyes, raised fingers, anesthetizing hands and arms convince us hypnosis is taking place? How does creating expectancy, looking forward and inward to the next thing your unconscious mind offers up for experiencing, examination, lays the groundwork for an even deeper trance experience?
Potentials, possibilities continuing just as you are, following the now is interesting. The pattern of change, changes itself and with open relaxed attention, we can follow our changing mind into the fundamental unchanging parts that wait for us there.
Take deep breathes and relax. You are going deep in to a trance of relaxation and animalistic becoming. Feel what it would be like to roam in the forest. Picture in your mind's eye a relaxing walk in a nice forest area. As you walk you are taking deeper breathes and relaxing more. You have a growing sense of comfort as you explore more, experiencing more of the area at your leisure. Imagining when you rest here your body is changing to be more of an animal that lives here. This allows you to better move around and be situated here. You find a place to rest which allows you to go deeper. Deeper and slower: relaxing breathes allowing you to sleep. I want you to imagine yourself as a little doggy. As you picture your body changing you feel serenity and acceptance. You love the way you become so submissive and weak to suggestions and commands. Calmly drifting off you surrender to the changes, accepting your new form. As you drift slowly away and the new form takes over you make note of what it is like to be a transformed doggy slut.
You are low to the ground on the dirt. When you are a dog your need to be submissive and obey increases. Your needs and responsibilites from before are drifting away, far away as you no longer want or need to worry about such things. You are picturing being a mindless dog forever serving me much to your contentment. Every time you come back to this relaxing state of mind you are permanently giving up more and more control. Relaxing deeper and deeper, you willingly give up. The pleasure flowing through your body now reaching incredible levels. As the relaxation flows freely through your body, every place you focus on relaxing becomes an erogenous pleasure zone. That's right, as you go from body part to body part relaxing it, that part becomes a pleasure centre of your body. Now as you count down from 50 with each breathe you go over a body part to make it permanently more pleasureable. Deep relaxing breathes that further your transformation. Each breathe in and out brings you down 1 number.
Now that your body is enhanced in pleasure you make a dog sound.
Letting out these dog noises, it reinforces how much of an obedient doggy you are. Each bark or noise you make like this locks in your programming 2x more. You willingly make the noises to lock in your program as you wish to go much deeper.
When I snap my fingers you are going to come back up, yet deep down you will retain your doggy training... *snap.
Feeling the feelings and sensations, the ones from the heart and skin,
Preconceptions can become obvious, then transparent. Inviting deeper insight.
The brilliance of our physicality, reactions and impressions
Comes to the forefront and recedes, supplanted by other thoughts
You gently leave your fixed concepts, behaviors, and thoughts Behind
Things can become DIFFERENT
From normal waking consciousness
In so many different ways
Even any fixed thinking becomes something one becomes free from
We need to continue to create, recreate, draw from and recollect ourselves
To established happy learning avenues,
Stay streets ahead in the awe of true mystery,
And re-associate states of pleasurable experience with mastery and competence.
The continual asking
How is wholeness? When is peace? Which constitutes them?
Where is Passion? Curious?
When we are full engaged
When we wish to become and feel fully alive
Where can we find it? How is it created?
Do we find it? Create for ourselves?
Give to others?
Does it find us?
We also can to pay attention to our secret selves
Parts only we know about.
Our shadow selves
that block the sun from reaching us or others.
We must become relevant to those aspects
as well as see how they are relevant to us.
We can find our unhelpful trances becoming apparent, reminders to wake up from them.
In some sense the ultimate freedom is the freedom to heal, to make better
And no-one can know exactly what you need to
And how best to heal from the inside than you do.
It is your inside that you can be at ease with and share present moment by moment
Dynamic interactions with, free from fear, full of peace, and feeling whole.
The best way I know of to thank the unconscious mind
is to strive to cultivate senses of compassion and humility,
The same as you would wish your unconscious is directing towards you.
Moment by moment and situation by situation,
This focus of keeping your conscious mind aware of, grateful for and learning
From your unconscious mind can help you
Attain the rewards of being a reflective beacon of same.
Can you please kiss me?
She asked me as she placed her hand behind my head. I could not speak nor blink. She leaned in closley as her lips pressed among mine. I stood there letting her take control of me. My body was going numb and my mind was filling with erotic images and music. Tingling feelings spread through out me. I was weak and acceptable. She pulled back and looked at me and smiled as i stood there in a daze. Hey silly it was only a kiss she said.
Something i just came up with.