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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."

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 Waters, CEO, waited patiently. He straightened his tie as he gazed over her resumé. She seemed like a good addition to his company, but he needed to stay unbiased until he got the opportunity to meet Rose Fatin.

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.

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?

So a few of us were discussing a night in which we play online Cards Against Humanity in the chatroom this weekend. The problem is the wide range of time zones! If you are interested and available for participation in this event, please comment on this forum post with the time you're available and the area you're in (for time zone references). I know we won't be able to cater to everyone's times, and we can certainly do more than one of these events, but I would like to try to get as many people as we can! So again, if you're interested and available this weekend, please comment: -The best time and day for you -The time zone you are in or a country you are near for reference purposes Hope to see a good, large group getting together to see what terrible people we are in this hilarious and amazing card game!

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 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.

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