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i leaarned to meditate
i ve read books about clinical hypnosis
and in discussions i learned about
varity in motivations of other Tists!*
I posted six videos, not MORE
3 for to demonstrate pleasure and ecstasis
3 for insight in eastern meditation
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Thank you*
I'm looking for a subject...female.
If you reply, we should meet first, somewhere public
like a restaurant - as soon as they're open!
Looking forward to meeting you.
I'm new in this community.
SpatsLondon.
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?
(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?
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."
https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2020/04/hollys-victory-part-2-page-6.html?zx=d4bb4c35ec2da329
(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
The internet actually abounds with information and guidance for people who struggle with experiencing hypnosis and/or responding to it; it seems a matter of finding it.
It’s been suggested to me that with every failure to respond to suggestion, I’ve been building the confirmation bias that I couldn’t do it and thus compounding my expectation to fail. I agree with this assessment. They told me to think of it this way “what if all those past non-responses were just because of factors external to you, and didn’t say anything about your ability? What if the next time, it will just work?”
I’ve had small successes with this. Mostly by not analysing every reaction and over thinking it, just by holding onto “what if this time it has just worked?”
This is a good article on the subject:
(Content warning: hypnotic language, trance, post-hypnotic suggestion for ability to cope)
Sometimes you can find yourself paying attention to the most interesting things. They may start off interesting, or they may start off dull and become interesting later. Sometimes you start off interested, then lose interest, other times your interest may be distracted and the interest you invested at first, gives off very poor interest later when it becomes less interesting. Whether or not your interest was high, it would be interesting to see how your interest increased or decreased with the rate of interest in what you're reading right now.
This is why it's interesting to consider being careful what you pay attention to, since there tends to be a definitive beginning and a definite end to what can be interesting, but what happens in between is just as relevant to the end as it was at the beginning. Because it's really important to pay attention, so as to make sense of what you are reading, isn't it?
Sometimes it is hard to sort through what makes sense and what doesn't, and where sense starts to make itself and not the other way around, and it can be easier to start the process by finding the beginning and then focus on that. Immediately you can become fully aware where you have come from and where you are going, and the thinking that is contained in finding this point points to the need to get to the point of no return before you can find the end.
You can continue right on thinking consciously while unconsciously letting things fall into place however they need to, to get to the place where you can place your trust in knowing your place in the greater scheme of things.
I wonder if you realise that your attention is now focused on trying to find the sense in what you're reading because if you are aware of this, you are ready to move from the beginning of this induction into the body of it, which will affect how your attention is paid. Will you pay attention now or will you focus later, that is the question, even though sooner or later you'll find that you can begin to wonder about what happens once the beginning has come to an end and the body has overtaken the mind.
When you ask yourself the question of whether or not the induction is embodied in the beginning or the end of the body, your definition of what has been begun and what is being ended is irrelevant to the context. And you can experience reading this as if you are unravelling a great mystery ,and clearly notice how clear the context has become as it is clarified.
Suppose I asked you to remember how this all got started; would you be able to focus your awareness on how your shoulders drop while you try to recall where we begun?
And having done so, you could find yourself wondering where this is leading you, but you would not need to concern yourself with beginnings or endings when I know you're wondering how you'll experience trance soon. For that to occur you would have to realise how soon you can feel that you're breathing comfortably and how your focus is greater now than it was before you began to look for the ending so you could sink into trance.
You see, the beginning and the end only affect each other insofar as their respective contexts affect the definition of what's begun and what has ended. The endpoint that the beginning points to, is the induction of trance which begins as soon as the ending is reached, because this is the way the message is absorbed at the unconscious level, and now you're at the point where your attention can focus on drifting into a peaceful state.
If you can allow yourself to flow with the words then you will notice how calm you feel, which means that you're well on the way to absorbing my suggestions to drift deeper into trance because the end has reached the beginning and the beginning has ended.
And having read this far, you could notice how your awareness is growing fuzzy and you're starting to feel more and more comfortable, as your mind lets go of thoughts of beginnings and endings and realises there is only the here and the now. Right here and right now you might find your inner mind takes you on a journey, going deeper and deeper into hypnosis as you continue to read and sink and slow. Dropping deeper now and feeling wonderful as your mind slides down so gracefully into trance.
And now that you are reading this from within trance, you can know that just as you are able to go easily into this state of focus, so you are easily able to handle things that come your way and solve problems that need to be solved. And you can allow your subconscious mind to do the learning that is needed to cope effectively with situations that you face. You know this deeply because of how deeply you have responded to these words.
You can allow yourself to drift softly in this wonderful state a moment longer, enjoying a feeling of peace and calm. And now you can prepare to return to your normal state of awareness, drifting up slowly and gently, feeling wonderful as you return on the count of 5
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
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
Times are strange. Times are rough. Take a moment to refuel.
(Content warning: hypnotic language, trance, post-hypnotic suggestion for wellbeing)
Some think that hypnotic trance is about relaxation
but in fact relaxation is only a by-product of trance
it can be a route to trance
but it is not trance itself
trance is a state of focused attention
and in order to induce trance
all I have to do is focus your attention
and there's nothing that you have to do
but read my words
follow them down the screen
as you sit in your chair
dropping your shoulders down
scrolling when you have to, but keeping your eyes on the screen
blinking when you have to
eyes wide open, focused on the screen
and reading
Now,
What would it be like to be so focused that you anticipate each word
that you wait for each word
that you focus more with each word
as all the sounds around you fade into the background
if you focus as deeply as I know you can
focus on each and every word
they become sharp and real
they will become your reality
you're becoming more and more focused now
with every breath you take
breathing in and out
more focused
and how deeply could you focus
if you narrowed down that focus
to focus so deeply
if you turned your focus inward
you could focus on the sounds that form my words
and hear them in your ears
or see the words deep in your mind
or you could feel the words shaping your focus
feel them reverberate in your body
see or hear or feel the wonderful effects
that my words have on your mind and body
and even if you do not feel them now
they will become easier and easier to notice
and that will be a wonderful feeling
won't it?
excellent
and with your focus on my words
you can begin to notice
the spaces between my words
see the spaces
focus on the spaces
as the spaces get longerand longer
each word each space
holding your attention
longer and longer
as the gaps increase
and the gaps grow so large
that you lose thoughts in them
your thoughts dropping
into the spaces
until the spaces
begin to close up again
and your focus returns
from the spaces
back to the words
each word closer to the next
until you notice that the gaps
have closed again
and once more the words flow smoothly
and you focus smoothly
and pay attention to the calm comfort
that reading my words brings
your eyes now resting again
feeling so good
aren't you?
very good
and now you can read
about everything that happens
or does not happen
as you continue your narrow focus
while you listen to me
and my thoughts, that change over time
or stay the same as they flow down
but what remains is focus
which drops down now
to narrow further
and further
deeper
down
dow
do
n
the
lazy
place
warming
your mind
which feels
better and better
the deeper you drop
drowsier and drowsier
drifting so deeply now
nothing else existing now
but my words and their sound
which you love to follow down
don't you?
that's right
drifting, feeling so peaceful
knowing now that you are okay
that what you feel is okay
that what you think is okay
that everything will be okay
You've got this
and the peace you feel now will remain with you
for the rest of the day
and you will take it with you into sleep
and be able to recall it when you need it
and ever so slowly becoming aware
of becoming more and more aware
and coming up gently
more alert, more awake
in the time of your own mind
feeling wonderful
feeling energised
refreshed
aware
alert
awake
up
Up
UP
Welcome back
(Content warning: hypnotic language, trance)
Come walk with me a moment, and stay with me awhile
I’ll take you on a journey, and maybe make you smile
I’ll spin you a yarn, I’ll lead you down, to where you like to go
and once we’re there that smile will come, and when it does, you’ll know
We could wander and walk as you listen to me, and the words weaving round your mind
to explore how far and how deep you could go
if you allowed your mind to find, the path it wants to take
There’d be so many places it may go and so many turns to make
and a breeze may lift it to drift away, or pull it down to drown in my words that draw you in
Draw you in like a moth, circling my flame, pulling, tugging,
knowing but not caring
And you may still be thinking to respond
but soon your mind will find that you’re thinking to drift and pulled to respond
pushed and pulled, this way and that, responding to drift and swiftly finding your mind in a whirl
In a whirlpool swirl, round and down, down and around
naturally following the whirling swirl, your mind abducted as the swirl is constructed to twirl and whirl you down
Responding so easily, naturally wanting to follow and drift into the sound of my words as they pull and tug at the strings of your thoughts,
confounding the sounds that abound in the words that wrap themselves around the tendrils of your mind
and draw them down and draw them out,aiming to be aimlessly driven closer and closer
driven to explore how much more you can let go
how much more I can implore you to respond
and before you were aware but now your mind is only aware that it’s no longer aware
drawn in as I draw my words on your mind, as your thoughts drift away, as all that matters now is what I say
and what I say will stay with you as you focus down
as your will is drawn out to follow mine, to circle the flame of my will that will guide you
As you see that with me, you’ll be safe and secure,
so you let go more before you explore the depths to which we can go
and the scenes we can see, as each breath you take can make you drift deeper
and deeper
right here and right now
and if you didn’t know,
before you knew,
that I would lead you,
then you know now, how I drew you down and drew my words
calmly, comfortably, on your mind,
that what was on my mind is now in your mind, and it feels so good to let me take you down with me
drifting and dreamily following me,lazy, hazy and fuzzy
afloat on my voice, knowing only you want to go with me and flow with me further down and deeper round
and you rest in the rhythm and rhyme of my words that have have led you to this place, to this state
where you love to be, adrift with me
And now you can find that your mind begins to return
and your thoughts become clearer
and you realise you had drifted away but now you are coming back
and you smile, just like I said you would,
to think you were drawn in during a little interlude
Aware now of the yarn I spun, remembering everything
Alert and awake, amused and refreshed
Feeling wonderful.
<!--more-->“What’s wrong my dear?” The voice cooed from outside the bedroom. It sounded unfamiliar at first, but eventually Pamela’s mind cleared up from her dream-like state and she recalled where she was and who was speaking. It was Kali, her partner.
“Another nightmare I think. It’s… hard to recall. I think friends were worried about me?” Snippets and flashes of concerned voices were all she could recall of the dream.
“I am sure the nightmare’s are due to all the pressure you’ve been under. Here, love, I made you something special.” The smell of honey and fried batter was comforting and soothing, as her lover came into the room. Her lover was tall, strong, and confident. Just seeing them made Pam sigh with inner pleasure. They were a bit androgynous, and Pamela loved how her partner had some of the best parts of femininity and masculinity - a bisexuals’ dream.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she said as she enjoyed the meal. She ate absently, barely noticing it, lost in her lover’s eyes. They were such a remarkable shade of green, and their dark purple hair wound tendrils that framed their face in a way that was breathtaking. “Umm…. was your hair always that color?” She seemed to recall that the color wasn’t one that was normal, yet she couldn’t ever remember seeing it dyed.
“Of course not, silly. Why would you think that?”
“Just… I don’t know. I am sure you re-dye it. I just am having a hard time remembering. While I’m at it… I don’t recall how long we’ve even been together. Is that bad?” She was really expecting to have the fog of sleep cleared up by now, especially after a meal and a cup of coffee, but she was still a bit confused.
Her partner grinned,“Oh, I see. Does my pet forget her programming?” And Pamela shuddered reflexively as she felt herself immediately aroused by the words. Memories of letting her partner control her. Command her, serving her partner - no, her Master - with her mouth, her breasts, and allowing Master to control her thoughts was her secret thrill. It had always been her desire to be controlled and serve a strong Master. She remembered now. Her back arched back and a moan escaped her lips.
“Mmmmm….. I am sorry Master. Did you play with your pet’s mind?”
“I did. Or rather, you wished me to.”
“Yes, Master. This pet wishes for nothing more than to serve.” She felt the truth of that statement make the pulsing pleasure between her legs throb. As her Master wrapped their arms around her, she heard a faint whisper in her ear, a low gutteral teasing voice,
“Mmmmm. Whatever will I do with you? Such a tasty morsel.”
“Anything you wish to do, Master. Your pet has no will, she wants only to be yours.” The wave of bliss and pleasure rippled through her with each vocal utterance of her obedience and service. She felt her legs spreading open for her Master, as her pleasure continued to grow. Her eyes closed with bliss, she wasn’t sure how her Master had done it, but it felt as if hands held her thighs open while others explored the folds of her labia and teased her already exposed clit - all the while still feeling the embrace from behind her and her Master’s voice in her ears.
“My my my. I do believe for the first time in the history of my species, I have found the perfect host.”
The way Master said that was predatory, and it made her moan. But the words confused her. Like Master was speaking of something else…. “wha-?” was all she began to say as she was gripped with a sudden rush of ecstacy. Feeling Kali explore her body in ways she didn't know could be experiences. She struggled to catch her breath between moans as the growing orgasm made it so hard to focus on anything but the magical way Master could make her writhe. She remembered now. She let Kali into her life, opening her mind to them, pledging to serve them and letting Master control her. All of her. Her wildest fantasy and greatest fear wrapped together in a mix of fear and bliss as she surrendered her will and served Master with her mouth, her tits, her ass, and her pussy time and time again. Just recalling the times they embraced and letting the memories of so many mind controlled sexual conquests and power exchanged lovemakings made her on the verge of explosion. In the barrage of memories she never even noticed her lover's form shifting and changing a bit each time, in some cases looking hardly human at all, arms spiraling around her body like vines.
“We are so aligned, you and I, my dear little pet. Your heart’s desire is to be controlled and dominated…. and here I am a species who feeds off hosts by making them imagine their own heart’s desire while I control and dominate them.”
“I…. don’t know what you mean Master.” Pamela was very confused. Master made no sense. Aliens don’t exist. Pamela was an exobotanist, she would know.
“Ah. Yes. Your lab assistants must be so worried about you. Here, let me show you. Cum for me pet.” And those programmed words released an orgasm that ripped through her whole body instantly. She knew she had to cum when Master said, it was one of the first commands they worked on together in their kink sessions, wasn’t it? As the orgasm slipped away, she was distantly aware of voices. They sounded scared and were yelling her name and telling her to wake up…. maybe something about the new specimen…..
“I remember....a new specimen? We found...something...at the crater site...” Things were becoming clearer. She focused a bit more and felt her Master just plunging their fingers within her while she writhed on the bed. But a small part of her felt like maybe this was the dream.
“Ah yes. You put it together. You are so very clever. Now listen, pet, and listen well. Eyes on me.”
She had no choice but to obey. She stared into those sparking emerald eyes and sank into them, feeling like spirals of emerald color dragging her further into submission. She was ready to cum again feeling herself sink like this, but she knew somehow she couldn't. The arousal she felt was incredible.
“You will hear and you will understand. What is happening now is all in your head. My fingers inside you are in fact tendrils of my form, this embrace, the vines wrapped around your body. I am a being from a planet beyond your system, and we require a host to feed from to survive. I awoke from my dormant seed state when you spilled a drop of blood on me, and here we are. You are essentially in a comatose state out there. In here, to thank you for being my food, our species invades the mind and crafts a perfect dream world for you to live out your days in perfection and happiness. But… you…. well, you make things complicated.”
The entire monologue, Pamela understood the truth. Kali wasn’t real. Or at least, this muscular, taut form fucking her brains out wasn’t real. She wasn’t sure when fingers became phallus, but she felt herself being used and fulfilled. It was pure ecstacy, and at the same time…. she felt the truth of the real world. She knew now that none of this was real. That the vines of the plant were around her, insider her. It was literally fucking away her mind. She felt herself getting more and more confused as to what was a dream and what wasn't...and found herself not caring as long as the pleasure didn't stop.
“Your heart’s desire was this. To be controlled, dominated, enslaved. To give your brilliant mind to a strong being to mold and use. You even have all sorts of fetishes around aliens, constrictions, breath play, and more. This is why even the truth is making you so lubricated I’m drinking it in enough to last me days in just these few minutes alone. So, I will give you a choice, as you are too valuable to suck dry. Join with me.”
She then felt the vines wrap around her neck. The pleasure began to build so much that she barely noticed the tendrils pierce her chest.
“I am now fully inside you, Pamela my pet. If you choose to remain yourself, I will erase this conversation from your mind. You’ll wake up again and we’ll have had a lovely night of sexual gratification and you will continue to live the life of bliss with your Kali, kink and all. And you will grow old and die with your gender fluid mate, living a full life in a matter of only a few days in the real world. OR. If you choose to serve me, truly and completely, I will plant a seed within you. It will gestate and the husk I have wrapped around you will die. But make no mistake, you will be mine. I will pilot your body, use you as my host form, all the while with you aware of it. You and I will share the body so to speak, but you will often be too wet and spasming from this pleasure to be bothered. I may make a few changes, but in the end we will control other bodies, feed, and grow our own little garden of delights together….now CHOOSE.”
Pamela woke up. She was in a hospital bed, and very groggy from the anestesia. Her lab assistant informed her of the accident. The life form that almost killed her, and how after doctors and military specialists couldn’t remove the parasite, that they opted to keep her in a medically induced coma in the hopes to starve out the creature. It had worked, and the dead plant was whisked away to facility. All her work in the lab was seized, and that she would be paid a large stipend by the government to make sure no one ever knew of the incident. By the time she really got her bearings, she had parted with her co-worker, was discharged, and found herself back home in her apartment.
Once finally alone, they stripped off their clothes and began to play with their swollen mound almost immediately, so grateful to finally have the privacy to do so. They felt the changes already happening down there…. and it made them smile. The Black Mercy was born, and Earth would never be the same.
[There. I hope that was enjoyable. Let me know what you think for those of you here. I may have a couple more old works of fiction lying around. If I get feedback here I will know there's enough interest to post another. Cheers.]
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"Now, on the other hand, slave! If you prefer I can insert this thing dry. But I doubt you will find it all that pleasant," Julie indicates as she slaps her slave's ass a few more times for good measure. "So, what is it going to be, slave. With lube or without lube?"
Peter flinches to each and every one of Mistress Julie's swats. Each new swat stinging just a little bit more than the one before it. Peter tries to relax his butt muscles and answers her, once spanking had stopped, "definitely with lube Mistress." Peter then inexplicably closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries to relax every one of his muscles. Which he finds out is easier said than done, when one knows his ass is about to be violated by one of Mistress Julie toys.
"That's a good boy," Julie praises when she sees him release his butt. She takes her hand and gingerly applies oil to Peter's ass.
Remarkable Peter finds the attention being given to his butt hole quiet rewarding. Having his ass played with is not what he was expecting. Peter then suddenly yells out, "OH, oh, oh, Oh! Fuck me, Oh my fucking god, oh, oh, oh!" Until that moment Peter had never had anything enter what he had always considered an exit only part of his body.
Julie could help but laugh at all the commotion Peter is making, all she did was stick her index finger in his rectum. "Oh my!" she exclaims, "Dear god, slave. That's nothing, I only have one finger in so far. If you thought that was fun. Just imagine what the butt plug is going to feel like," Julie teased, then just to be naughty, she started to play with his ass. She started by corkscrewing her finger around the tight confines of Peter's tight little hole. She furthered compound Peter's cerebral pleasure sensors by thrusting her finger in his rectum as deep as she could, only to pull it back out quickly, but stopping just shy of completely exiting his ass, only to thrust it all the way back in, and do another corkscrew.
"Fuck me, yes! yes! YES! No more, oh god yes, please don't stop, please don't stop," Peter gasped over and over again. How could something he was raised to believe was so wrong, Feel so darn good. The surprise of the sudden penetration initially caused him to clench up and rise up onto his toes, but once Mistress Julie started working her finger magic. He relaxed so much that if it wasn't for his restraints, he would have become a goofy face rag doll.
"Mistress, (gasp), Mistress (gasp), may I ask you a question?" Peter asks literally panting out each word. Mindful of the fact that her slave broke her rule about swearing, and he will answer for it. She did not deny him his request, "yes pet you may speak." Although Julie gave Peter permission to speak, that did not keep her from penetrating his cute tight little bum, bum.
Still gasping to speak Peter peers over his shoulder and makes an inquiry, (gasp) "Mistress, I'm not gay, so why does your finger shoved in me feel so great?" Ironically just as Peter finished asking his question, Julie inserts a second finger. "Oooh fuck!" Peter exclaimed as he once again clenches his ass muscles snaring Julies' intruding fingers.
"My, my slave that is quite a potty mouth you have. I see I will have a lot of work training you to have some etiquette." Julie comments on her slaves' poor choice of words. "As for your question. You do not need to be gay to enjoy anal stimulation, pet. Your rectum, hon, has so many receptors in there, and if properly played with it can drive you insane." To reinforce what she was saying she increased the corkscrewing method with her fingers.
Peter let out a long moan, he was indeed enjoying the feeling of Mistress Julie's fingers deep inside of him. The screwing motion of Julie's fingers had him so aroused, he forgot that Julie had informed him earlier that slaves need permission to orgasm. As he got into the moment and was greedily trying to get more stimulation out of Julie's fingers. He started thrusting his hip back and forth hoping to push himself over the edge.
(Whack!) "What the hell do you think you're doing?" demands Mistress Julie after giving her slave a resounding slap on the ass. "I said there was nothing wrong with you liking the feeling. I didn't say anything that gives you permission to cum. But since your so eager I guess you're ready for this thing," Julie indicates holding the plug out so her pet can see it.
Peter lowered his head in shame. He was about to blurt out sorry mistress but held back because he had not been given permission to speak. Peter's sacrifice of not speaking did not go unnoticed. "He's learning fast than I thought," Julie thinks to herself. His willingness to learn, cause her to smile. Julie also thinks that Peter has the potential of becoming one of her inner circle of personal slaves. She will know better as she trains him.
"Alright let's get this butt plug in there. You're such an eager beaver, and I have so much I plan to do with you," Julie teases as she cloyingly rubs the tip of the plug up and down this butt crack. "Are you ready for this?" She asks softly as not to sound too menacing just before impaling his as with her toy. Peter nods his head affirming he was, and he also confirms his willingness with, "Yes Mistress, I am as ready as I'll ever be. Please be gentle."
Mistress Julie replies with another resounding (whack) to his ass, " I will be whatever the hell I want to be, slave," she scolds him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounded a lot like you, a slave, was trying to tell me, your superior, what to do." "No, no, no, no," Peter studders. "Are you now calling me a liar, slave?" Julie question back.
Sounding desperate as he stood there bound, naked and exposed, Peter response is, "No Mistress, I would never call you." " So, you did try to tell me what to do then?" Julie pressures him. "No, I didn't tell you what to do. Well, maybe I did, but I didn't mean it that way," he answers but not feeling confident. "Let me get this straight," Julie continues on, "you're telling me that I am wrong and that I, your Mistress, doesn't know what you, a pathetic little slave, is saying to me?" Julie continues to needle and confuse her victim. Like a cat toying with a mouse, Julie teases Peter a little more. No one knows how much enjoyment she gets from playing these mind games with her slaves.
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, my hypnotist gave to me
12 shiny baubles
11 swinging watches
10 pattern interrupts
9 fascinating spirals
8 sparkly tinsels
7 new drop triggers
6 rapid inductions
5 met-ro-nomes
4 deep trances
3 crystals
2 suggestions
And... Sleep!
Conscious or unconscious response?
This hung me up for the longest time. Feeling that if I was conscious/aware of a response or if I was responding consciously, it didn’t count or wasn’t “hypnosis”. Tists told me that it doesn’t matter and I couldn’t see that, I thought it mattered very much.
Finally I gave in and went with it. It seems the secret really is that how you respond (consciously or unconsciously) isn’t the issue, what matters is that you are responding. It still doesn’t quite make sense to me, but overthinking is the enemy, and accepting this lets you have a whole lot more fun with it.
Parkey put it well:
Here's reddit's list of book recommendations from collected threads:
https://www.reddit.com/r/hypnosis/comments/81dkpq/book_recommendations_collected_threads/
If anyone has any to add that you've found good, please feel free.
it contains literally hundreds of accounts.
I was lucky to have my first first hypnosis experience with a very good hypnotherapist who did an excellent pretalk, followed by the Chevreul's pendulum suggestibility test, which acted as a complete convincer for me when it worked brilliantly. During the induction, when I couldn't open my eyes after he suggested I try, I simply knew that even though I was quite aware and didn't feel anything but nice and relaxed, I was in fact in trance.
The thread also contain many accounts of how people felt when they carried out suggestions, many of which mesh with mine.
If you'd like to add your account of how it feels for you to be hypnotised here, feel free 
I've been lamenting the fact that there are so many hypnotic phenomena I can't experience and that we're told to "practice, practice, practice", but in 10 months of practicing almost daily, I still don't feel like I've gotten very far. I've been thinking about it the wrong way and am finally starting to have some epiphanies about it.
See, practice is all well and good, and it's the right advice, but to practice effectively, you have to have the right mindset and the right approach to what you are trying to do. Without that, without understanding *how* to go about it, all you're doing is doing the same thing over and over and all that does is confirm that you can't do it. Do that for long enough and you start thinking "hypnosis just doesn't work for me" and we know that becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I'm reading incessantly and have decided to collect various links I've found on this topic. I'm probably not the only one who is looking at the fun somnambulists are having, feeling quite jealous and wanting to experience the same things.
So here is Part 1 of the writings I'm finding in magical rabbit holes on the interwebs. I'm not planning to rewrite what others have already written better than I could, so it'll probably mostly be links to other people's stuff. Although no doubt I'll find way to ramble on about them a bit.
ellaenchanting writes:
"As a naturally analytical person, I had a really hard time for YEARS with actually being, and more importantly, feeling hypnotised. Parkey experienced some of the same problem. Reading about his philosophy and progression towards being a better subject was inspiring for me at a time when I had stopped believing it was possible to learn this skill."
How to be a good subject: Blog rec for analytical types by ellaenchanting
This post has a number of very interesting links, most to Parkey's BlackMeridian blog, so if this topic interests you, here's a lovely rabbit hole to fall into. You're welcome.
Please share tips that have helped you become a better subject.
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My love is international
but that doesn't make it more rational.
You are on the other side of the ocean.
I look at your picture and I'm full of emotion.
My eyes fill with tears as I am ashamed of myself.
Why you? Why not someone else?
How did I loose my mind like that?
My head flew away like a too small hat.
I love you, but I know it's bad.
And even though it makes me sad
I know I have to let you go.
There is something that I know.
I need more sleep, i need it now.
I have to let you go, but how?
I guess i just turn around and leave.
And hope that my heart finds relief.
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This induction has been designed for women, and according to their susceptibility, desires and previous hypnotic experiences, may create an intense sexual desire. It also contains suggestions to share it and talk with the author. If you don't want some of this to happen now, or you don't have privacy enough to enjoy it, please, don't keep reading.
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The summer usually brings wonderful weather, hot... and that allow us to spend more time on the streets at night. And at any given moment, walking outside the heavily illuminated city, you can notice how wonderful is the sky at night.
A huge amount of stars lighting you up, so far away, fuzzy... automatically make you feel good. But maybe you never thought how hypnotic could be watching the stars, as much as a metaphore or a reality.
When you focus on those constellations you can't avoid focusing in one specific star, one star taking your attention more intensely than the others... and then you focus on it...
And when you focus your attention on that star and you relax, you notice how it seems light intensity changes. How sometimes it seems to bright a little bit more, and sometimes a little bit less... like if that star was softly beating.
And then you notice that wonderful beating of the star becomes to match your breathing, each time more calm and relaxed, feeling how that light who born many and many years ago, is making you feel so good.
You can feel how that far light, traveling all those miles through the space is being softly fed by your worries and your thoughts, emptying yourself sweetly and gradually, relaxing all your stress.
While you keep watching the light from the star you let yourself go, enjoying the feeling of dropping easily and unavoidably, in a delicious state of trance, taking no worries with you.
Feeling yourself blissfully hypnotized, each second deeper... each second more intense... each second more pleasant.
Enjoying the beauty of the shining star and also of those wonderful feelings growing inside of you as you let yourself go.
Noticing how your more intimate desires appear free... while you continue sinking, hypnotized by the star.
Enjoying all those feelings that you really love with my words, in this trance state you enjoy so much.
Feeling so natural the wish about following my words... and obey them... to let your libido, guided by my words, take control of you.
So it feels natural too when you notice your body becomes warmer, your skin becomes more sensitive, and you feeling more aroused...
Everything is happening in a very nice and pleasant way for you, feeling how you break free of your stress, absorbed by the star... Letting yourself go through the pleasure that brings you feeling as good as you really want to.
Enjoying how all those feelings are growing, how as much as you let my words guide you, you can feel more and more aroused... And how as much as you aroused you feel, is easier to let my words guide you.
Loving how each and every word is taking you deeper, and how the deeper you go is the better you feel, and your desires become more intense... until they become unable to resist.
There is no need to stop those desires growing... just let them happen, noticing how every word is feeding them, and making them free... while the trance becomes deeper and more intense with each word and makes you feel so good.
Maybe you can feel the desire to touch yourself, and that's good... Maybe you can find your clothes are a little unconfortable, and that's ok. You're alone, enjoying and you can allow to remove it... same way the star took all your worries and stress away...
Now it's the time to plainly enjoy... feeling how as I count, each number boost greatly your pleasure and makes you feel better each time, until you get your climax when i finish my count...
5...
You love to let yourself go... you feel so excited when you go deeper...
4...
You feel really hot and aroused... really sexy...
3...
Focused on your pleasure and in falling deeper and deeper in trance...
2...
Feeling how your pleasure is crowded together inside of your body... unable to control...
and 1...
Letting that pleasure explode... more intense than you've ever thought...
Falling deeper, into your maximum relaxation after letting all your stress escape, and enjoying all that amount of pleasure... Enjoying how good you feel now, in complete calm and happyness.
And while you float in this calm, you're going to share this text to everyone sharing your desires and knowing about your interest with hypnosis... everyone who you think they could enjoy feeling as good as you feel now and you felt then.
Also, if you feel comfortable after trance, you're going to contact me at sr.hyp[email protected] or via inbox or DM to chat about your experience.
You're going to remember the whole experience and every feeling you had when you awake from this trance, feeling so good, and slowly awaking as I count from one to three.
1...
You're slowly awakening from trance, noticing everything happened...
2...
You know where you are now, and you feel wonderful, happy, energized...
and 3...
Wide awake now, completely alert, and out of this trance
So, tell me... have you ever thought stars could be so hypnotic?
"Do you think the bitch is ready for this?" I hear Darlene pull me back from whatever head place I was just in. Turning my head slightly to my right. I see Darlene standing there with her hands covered in lube, I then see Kenzie holding this huge lubed up vibrator, cock, dildo thingy-ma-jig. "Oh! she's ready," Mistress Kenzie said wearing a brimming smile, "The way this pussy is. It could swallow it whole, I heard Kenzie comment. She finished by saying, "I think she is a needy whore just about…https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/05/club-surrender-part-06-page-01.html
I was talking with some friends about The Hypno Virus and how I got the idea for it and I thought this would be a good story to show how you can find inspiration in the strangest of places.
So I was working on a project where I had to take an excel sheet every day and extract the information in it to show the data on graphs to help my manager and top managers to discover patterns and catch any errors as soon as they see these graphs, pretty boring stuff right?
I was thinking how could I automate this whole thing so I don’t have to bother myself with such a task everyday from here came the “Task Scheduler” (A program that is on every windows OS btw) where all I need to do is create a script to extract this data, setup the scheduler to run that script on a daily basis and voila! It’s all automated now.
As I was working on that and thought, this is a really cool feature how can I implement it with hypnosis. That got me thinking what if I created a script that people can run where it gives them random commands to follow, a mantra to learn, what if I created a program that can learn, a program that can be developed and created so that people who run it view it as it’s own entity, view it as a separate figure that has its own motives, its own goals, A program that has its own personality.
Thus The Hypno Virus was born!
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.]
"I bet you love the feeling of my hand greasing up that pussy, don't you bitch," Mistress Kenzie asks as she applies more lube to my pussy. She wasn't wrong though, I was indeed loving the attention that I am receiving. The mounting excitement that is coming from my best friend rubbing my pussy is blowing my mind. I have secretly had fantasies about submitting to her like this. When I said that I was a slave tonight to get us in here. I never even imagined finding myself like this. So, rolling my head back, I decide to enjoy the ride. It's not like I am able to run off somewhere. Who knows the club probably has a deal with the… Follow the link: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/05/club-surrender-part-06-page-01.html
Hi all, slave allan here. This week I am asking for help for a new piece I'd like to do. Last fall I did an edging challenge by myself which I had fun doing. I am putting a link to that story at the bottom of this post. In that challenge, I managed to last 32 days. I think I can exceed that if I try again. The only thing though I said it last fall, and I am going to say it again now. I can not do it on my own.
The one element that was missing was having someone to answer too. I think having someone to report to every day, would compel me to push further. I see someone setting a required amount of edgings for me. Plus having me reporting back if I managed to complete the task or not, and answering for it if I do fail. This person would be my anchor, coach and dominant in this quest to achieving a victory. This lucky person even gets to decide how long my torrent will last and has the last say in how I get to have my release
To add to my predicament and torment is the fact that I write daily adding more content to my various erotic stories. I will admit that as I write I immerse myself into the characters and the setting. This almost always causes me to become aroused and the need for the occasional self-gratification to find relief. Now take that away causing more pent up frustration can you imagine the stories I would be composing for my blog.
So, for this post, this is an exercise in finding out if anyone would like to take the reins and lead me down this road of torment. To be part of this journey to see if I can become an author.
This could be the first of many such adventures. I am going to explore bondage via locks controlled by one's smartphone. I would like to show that there are still ways to have fun with BDSM while in an LDR relationship.
But everything has to start somewhere. I purpose starting with this edging task and see where it goes. If interested in chatting with me, please just message me and I will send you my email address. I look forward to hearing from you.
The link to Some fun with edging:
https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/10/just-brief-post-to-let-you-know-what-i.html
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.
Just as promised. Here is another installment to “Serving Mistress Alice” There will be a new one next week too.
Rule number three. Mistress Scarlet is an extension to Master Thomas dominance. Mistress Scarlet is the female side of Master Thomas. An order From Mistress Scarlet is the same as receiving from Master Thomas. Obey the order, because Master Thomas never contradict any of Mistress Scarlet’s orders, an if need he will help enforce her orders on us slaves.
Mistress Scarlet taught me a lot of things, starting with how to please a man, and a woman.
Finally, the next chapter in my Serving Mistress Alice is complete. This chapter is very long. It is about 18 pocketbook pages long. So, I have decided to break it up into a weekly series for the next several weeks. I also have chapter five nearing completion. It too is a long chapter. So, I will be breaking that one up too. My intention is to post the link to the next page every Friday evening. So, if the story is interesting to you, please feel free to follow the adventure on my blog.
The rules of the house seemed very simple and easy to learn, they’re less easy when you must live them every day. I remember the look Master Thomas gave me when he told me about the five rules. The raised eyebrow, and his piercing blue eyes, penetrating my soul. How naive I was when I said to him...
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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
Just a quick note to let you know that there is a new story posted on my blog. It's a new story about Luke who is a captain from the same unit as Lt. Jill. Just like Jill, he was captured and spent some wonderful time with Mistress Thorpe. This story will lead you into Luke's life after his time with Mistress Thorpe.
You will find the story here: Luke's new Mistress
"Here we go again," Lt. Jill says to herself rising from
her bed and placing her hands behind her back. Her jailers lock her wrist
together and clasp a leash to a collar around her neck. He then leads her out
on her after breakfast stroll from her cell to the interrogation room, and her
new BFF. Mistress Thorpe. It only takes 10 minutes for the guards to parade her
naked through three corridors, across an open-air courtyard, and into the
adjacent building, and up a flight of stairs to this steel door in front of her
nowThe guard punch's his
code in and the door slide to the side, revealing to Jill the all too familiar
dull gray room. A spreader bar suspended from the ceiling, and two chains
anchored to the floor. The guards jostle Jill into place, releasing her hands
from behind her back, only to have them tied above her head. The second guard
is spreading Jill's legs and attaching the floor chains to the ankle cuffs.
Once securely locked in place the guards leave the room. But not before the
female guard says with condemnation, "have a nice day," as the door
is sliding close.Jill's training taught
her to always survey her surroundings look for something of use, a means of
escape or something that could be used as a weapon. But her scan provides the
same findings as the last five days, nothing.
Jill looks over her head and testing her bonds silently praying they
would break. Jill knows if her hands were free, she has the skills to twist a
few necks and escape. She has no luck today. So, Jill looks down over her naked
body, her only clothing is the two sets off cuffs and the collar around her
neck. Jill's new friend Mistress Thorpe cut her bra and panties off of her five
days ago. Stripping away the last layer of dignity that had remained. Now Jill's
beautiful muscular naked body is on display for everyone."Good morning pet.
Did you have a good night? I sure did,” Mistress Thorpe says entering the room.
She is covered from head to toe in her dominatrix garb again. In one hand she
is holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, which is providing a wonderful aroma
to an otherwise stale room. In her other hand, she carries a tote bag which she
sets on the table. Putting her coffee cup on the table next lets Mistress
Thorpe pull out the desk chair and sit down. Once comfortable, she opens a
dossier that she brought with her.Thorpe
reads for a few moments before she starts laughing, "it says here you
headbutt one of the guards last night. Did you really head butt a guard?"
Mistress Thorpe asks still very much amuse. Jill looks defiantly at Thorpe with
a huge grin, but she says nothing. So, Thorpe does, "it's too bad I have
to punish you for it. But I can permit my guess to go around headbutting the
hired help," Mistress Thorpe jest. "But a head butt Jill? Dam girl, I
just have to say, Bravo! The little prick probably had it coming too. He’s darn lucky you didn't crush his balls
with your knee, after all the teasing I've been putting your little pussy
through," she praises.Thorpe read a little
more before speaking again, "you certainly haven't been a disappointment,
Jill. Five days of my edging regiment and you’re still going. Your male
counterparts would have all broke three days ago. I have to say that your one
tough bitch, Lt Jill. It's a pity that I
must keep torturing you, but that's what they pay me for, and, I, will break
you. So, on today's schedule, we are going to start with more of the same. I am
going to tease the shit out of you all day, and you're going to resist
answering my questions. Sound fun to me, but later today I will be upping the
ante," Mistress Thorpe says patting he tote bag. " But that will wait
for later. For now, take a break while I finish my coffee and admire your body,
and consider how many whacks on the ass I will give you for your head-butting
unruliness last night".Still naked and in a
standing spread-eagle position, Jill moans in disgust at the thought of being
spanked on the ass. She was a college freshman the last time she got a
spanking. She didn't like it then and she won't like it now. But the idiot
deserved it, grabbing her labia as he did, and with her being so darn horny and
sensitive as she is. After five days of
vibrating wands and butt plugs. Sybian rides and endless anal bead sessions.
Mistress Thorpe has also subjected her to ice cubes, itching powder and nipple
clamps, are just a few of the fun things they have been doing. Jill needed a
way to release her frustrations somehow, and with no chance of an orgasm. Jill
gave the dumb-fuck what he deserved, and it felt great.But facing a sixth day
of teasing, and Mistress Thorpe threatening something new. Jill doesn't know if
she can continue to resist much longer. Especially with an orgasm, being
dangled as a carrot in front of her.Lt. Jill's interrogation page 1
It is something i i would like to do with a partner so i will be patient and eventually someone will join me in this wonderful practice.
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.
his left and then to his right wrist surveying his cuffs. He tests his
bonds by pulling at them as much as they would permit. He relaxes once
he confirms that he is not going anywhere. As for this envelope, when
Mistress Ginger grabbed his balls and squeezed them, it triggered a
post-hypnotic suggestion from one of their earlier sessions. In that
session, she had Ryan write a word on a piece of paper and seal it in
an envelope. Ginger then had him forget about it, but not before
planting the trigger to remember it. Once Mistress Ginger grabbed his
balls, he remembers the word that he had come up with. He replies to
her question by saying, "yes, of course, I do Mistress. The word
is..." https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/02/54321-drop.html
That's easy, a great big THANK YOU is the order for today. On this day February 07, 2019 my blog has reached 10 000, that's ten thousand-page views. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would reach this many view’s. I was flabbergasted way back when I reached a thousand views let alone ten thousand views. A blog that started out as a method to report to my…
https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/02/ten-thousand.html
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.
I wanted to share a piece I did for a nice couple who contacted me on one of the social media platforms that I visit when I can. These two people are on their own journey of discovery with BDSM. They asked if they could send me some question to answer for them, to which I agreed. I would. like to share that exchange now.
https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/01/go-figure-i-was-q-and-a.html
"Sighs!" Mistress exhales as she takes her seat once more on the sofa. Then spreading her legs Mistress says with a smile. "Come, Alice, you know what Mistress likes." I do know how to please my Mistress, I know just how sensitive her nipples are. The right one is more sensitive than the left. I know how she likes to have my hair brushing over her chest, as my tongue flicks, laps and lick at each lush nip. Still being on my knee I shuffle back between her legs to begin her command. I want so much to rest my arms on her thighs, but obviously, my binding is preventing it. So, I extend my tongue and take aim at Mistress's most sensitive tip. I start my assault with a long, slow tantalizing circle around the right tip, followed with a few playful nips. All the while making sure my...https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/01/a-collaboration-with-alice-part-3.html
On the first day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Some time in the corner on my knees.
On the second day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Two Ben Wa balls and some time in the corner on my knees
On the third day of Christmas,my Mistress gave me. Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/12/kinky-12-days-of-xmas.html
I did something like this last year. So I thought I would try doing it
again this year. Also keep an eye out for a Christmas song parody thatI will be releasing here on my blog.
*A Christmas poem for 2018
Once again it is the night before Christmas and all through the house,not a creature was stirring. Not even a slave dressed as a mouse.
Mistress worked hard all day preparing her toys, so she could be on
Santa's list like all the other good girls and boys.
Mistress has all her clamps and whips and gags at the ready. For dear
old Santa who has been visiting quite steady.
From the shadows, Mistress waits for her elf with a stern frown. For
Santa is late coming to her hometown.
But she did not have to wait long, before seeing Santa's new team of
eight beautiful ladies pulling his sleigh, with Santa sitting
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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.
Well, it ended at 32
days. The daily edging is over. I fail to make it to six weeks. I stopped
because I fell sick last week and missed a day of edging. You see my doctor
prescribed a new medication and it had an adverse effect on me which kept me
from edging sadly. I don't know why but the side effect made all my nerves
super hyper. My groin was already hypersensitive, so the added intensity was
unbearable. The ache seems to start of my penis and bore through into my
rectum. I was sick and super aroused at the same time. I fought the urge to
masturbate for almost two days but finally had to give in. The pulsating
through the nerves in my groin, scrotum, and the anus was relentless. It was
the medication making me feel like this but I figured if I released the ache in
that area. I am going to spare the details of the act of jerking off. I will
say that after a month of edging that release would be quick. Nothing would be
farther from the truth. For some cruel reason, I could not keep my thoughts on
the task. My mind would jump from a fantasy to a bill or an errand that had to
be done. It took close to an hour to coach that orgasm from me. The release was
intense, but after a month of edging, it was less satisfying than I hope.
Probably because it was produced form a nipple orgasm. I just rubbed my groin
until I went off.
So, I guess for all my effort through the month I will have to settle for the less than explosive orgasm that I was expecting. Oh, if you're wondering why I don’t just start over, that's easy to answer. I did this challenge alone and it took a lot to contain myself each day. I feel that I could not be that discipline a second time. I figure for me to edge like that again. I would need to have somebody to answer to every day. Maybe one day someone will grab my leash and have me try again. I just won't attempt it alone again.
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Hi there! I’m Sweet!
waves excitedly
And welcome to my page!
I write session logs of hypnosis sessions I've had. The session logs are in Text Trance format. If you don’t want to go under, skip the induction.
I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.
And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to make them moan, beg and whimper. And sometimes, like as in this session, that means making them needy, craving and desperate.
NOTE: In this blog, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while blank and mindless.
Start of session: Hypnotic Language Warning
Last time this Caleb heard my voice, I had deliberately left him needy for my voice to touch him in a certain place. This session is to deal with that.
I start the call and we talk back and forth for a few minutes, me deliberately teasing him by making him wait. Finally, I’m ready.
“Alright, Caleb. Do you feel sufficiently teased?”
“I do.”
“Ah, but, do I feel like you’ve been sufficiently teased?”
He nervously laughs. “You do.”
“Oh. Are you telling me what I’m thinking now?” I’m amused. I like Caleb’s humor.
“Uh. Probably not.” Another nervous laugh, with a bit of a stutter.
I slide into my Tist voice.
“Mhmmm. Caleb, would you like to go into trance with me?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Very good. You enjoyed being petted down into trance by me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Very good. Take a deep breath in for me and let it out slowly. Take another deep breath in for me and let it out slowly. Take one more deep breath in for me and this time, as you let it out slowly, you can feel your body relaxing and I’m going to bring you to a nice warm room, a sunlit room. With a nice, comfy couch.”
I hear him sigh as I continue. “You can picture you and I on that couch. I’m running my fingers down your head, down your neck and down, down, down your back. Petting you down your head, down your neck and down your back.”
My voice slows down. “And you can feel yourself dropping deeper and deeper every time I pet you down. Petting you down. Feeling so good, so relaxed as I’m petting you down.”
“Five, petting you down.”
“Four, petting you down.”
“Three, petting you down.”
“Two, petting you down.”
“And one. Petting you all the way deep deep, deep down into trance.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.” Deeper and deeper. And remember, you can speak easily and normally under trance. In fact, the more normally and clearly you speak in trance, the deeper you go. How are you feeling?”
“Very good, Miss Sweet.” He spoke clearly.
“Good. I’m so very glad to hear that. So, where was my voice avoiding last session, when my voice was caressing the rest of you?”
“My cock. Miss Sweet.” His voice was matter of fact.
“Mmmm. That is a fantastic place for my voice to avoid. A fantastic place for you to feel needy. Mmmm. You know how much I enjoy you feeling needy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Yes. I do enjoy it so very much. You needy and maybe even a little bit…” I pause “desperate. Is that right?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Mmmm. I do so enjoy the sound of that need building in his voice.
“Very good. Freeze. Good. You may release your mouth and you may speak. But you are going to be frozen for me, only allowed to move when I say so. Yes, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good boy. Mmmm. There are so many ways I could control you. I would like you to think back to last session, and you can remember exactly the way my voice felt as it was caressing you. You can remember that, can’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“In fact, you can even bring it here, can’t you?
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good. So you should now feel my voice-” He moans over my voice. I smile and continue. “Feel my voice caressing your frozen body. Mmmm.” He lets out another moan.
“Yes. Frozen for me. Unable to move. Unable to shift.” More moans as I describe this. I love how vocal he is.
“My voice caressing you wherever it wants to. Except that one place. Doing so well for me.” Three small moans.
“And you are under my control, so if I wanted to move your head… left. You find that I have the power to do so. Because you are under my control.”
He makes a small whimper, almost inaudible.
“I can also move your head… back, so your neck is exposed. One of my favorite things is sinking my teeth into a lovely, vulnerable neck.” Moan.
“Especially the neck of someone I control, someone unable to shift and unable to escape.” Two more moans. He’s turning me on already and we’ve barely started.
“Mmmm. In fact, I’m going to bring my mouth closer and closer to your neck, your exposed neck. Closer until you can feel my breath. And you know what’s coming next, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Yes. And I’m going to pull away, because you expect it.” He whimpers quite a bit as I continue speaking.
“And it’s no fun if you expect it. Oh, that’s no fun at all. In fact, now my voice’s caresses are going to start to avoid your neck. Because now your neck wants that bite.”
I think I enjoy his whimpers more than his moans, and that is saying something. “Now, tell me, where are the two places my voice is avoiding?”
“My neck and my cock, Miss Sweet.” His answer is direct.
“Very good. And I’m going to shift my focus down to your nipples. Are they hard yet?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Which nipple should I torture first, the left or the right? Mmmm. It’s so difficult to decide. So… I’ll twist both.”
He gasps and moans and I can tell he’s trying to arch his back but he’s frozen and can’t. This brings me quite a bit of sadistic glee.
“Both twisting. Twisting both.” I pause. “And release.” He sighs in relief as the twisting stops. I let him catch his breath.
“One of my hands is going to start rubbing your left nipple, rubbing ever so gently. Rubbing ever so gently.” I pause for a moment and then smack my hand on my own chest loudly and he gasps and jumps, even frozen. I give a bit of a sadist laugh as he moans. I wait a moment, giving him time to settle a bit.
“And moving my hand to the other nipple. And rubbing it ever so gently.” He gives a sound of protest and I grin.
“Oh, you know what’s coming next, don’t you?”
He makes a few whimpers and a gives a shaky “Yes, Miss Sweet.” Delightful.
“Yes. I wonder. Will I do it when you expect it? Or will I finally bite your neck? Or will I move on to some other part of you? Will I give you what you expect?” He whimpers. Some may even have called it a whine.
“I’m not sure if I want to give you what you expect.” I smack my hand loudly on my chest again. The gasp was louder this time. And as he shakily inhales and exhales, I give a laugh that some have classified as downright evil.
The moment I hear his breathing normalize, I stop laughing. “Left.” Smack! “Right” Smack! In quick succession. He gasp and moans and his breathing turns fast and shallow for a few moments as he registers all that pain.
“Those nipples should be stinging right now.” Lovely, delicious whimpers. “Mmmm. You are still frozen for me, aren’t you, Caleb?”
Whimper. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“How difficult is it to jump while frozen?”
“Very.” He forgot to call me Miss Sweet. I make a mental note, in case it happens again, and move on.
“Very good. I’m running my fingers through your hair now. Brushing your hair with my fingers. Brush.” He sighs and I can hear him settling and calming.
“Brush. Brush. Mmmm. Feeling so nice and good for me. Brush. Yes, such a good job. Brush.” I hear the sigh that means he is completely relaxed.
“Left.” Smack! “Right” Smack! In quick succession once again. Oh, the sounds that come out of his mouth I can’t quite describe, but they are extremely enjoyable. I give a gleeful laugh.
“Hi Caleb.”
Gasp. Gasp. “Ahhhh.” Such delicious sounds.
Oh, yes. I laugh again.
“How are you doing, Caleb?”
“Very good, Miss Sweet.”
“Good. Oh, look. Your neck is still exposed and vulnerable for me. BITES.” More sounds. “Biting harder. Biting even harder. Biting. Sinking, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper.” Pause as he whimpers and moans. He is doing quite a lot of that. I am not at all displeased.
“And release.” He gives another sigh of relief. “Oh, look at that. I made a mark. That’s okay. I like marking you. Mmmm. Running my hands now, down your chest.” Moan.
“Down your hips. Down to your thighs and spreading them. Spreading your thighs so I can see everything you have to offer on display for me. That part of you that my voice is ignoring on display for me. Do you like being on display for me, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” I can tell from his voice that he does, indeed, like being on display for me.
“Good. I’m going to run my hands up and down your inner thighs. Slowly up and down. Such a good boy for me. In fact, you’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to kneel between your legs. You can see me there, can’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” A whisper, huh. Perhaps he didn’t trust his voice not to break.
“Watching as my eyes focus on your cock. On that needy, desperate cock. The cock that craves.” He gives a heavy exhale.
“I’m going to take one finger while you watch and almost, almost touch it. Mmmm.” Whimpering.
“Running my finger, almost touching, from the head all the way down the base. In fact, I’m going to wrap my hand around it, still not quite touching it.” More whimpering, these being more high pitched than the previous ones.
“And running my hand up and down that space surrounding it. Up and down.”
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” His voice is still high pitched.
“You could feel this… if I allowed it.” My voice was teasing and tempting.
“Please?” He sounds so good when he begs.
“Oh. I do love the way you beg.” And it’s true. I do love the way he begs.
“Please? Please?” His voice full of need.
“In fact, I enjoy your begging so much that I’m going to bring my head forward. Bringing my mouth closer… and closer… to your head.”
“Ah!” Gasping breath. “Ah!”
“I’m going to bring my mouth over your head, not touching it.” Whimper. “But you can feel the warm air of my mouth but nothing else.” Deep, shuddering breath. “But no actual contact.”
His whimpers quickly become whines. “Ahhh! Ahhh!”
“You can even feel me breathing in and out. Feeling that air pass over that head, that needy head. Mmmm. I bet your cock is twitching, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Said again in a whisper.
“So needy. With my hand and my mouth so close to giving it what it craves.”
“Please. Please.” Still whispering. Perhaps I stole his voice along with his will. Aw well. I’m sure he’ll find it eventually.
“So close.” Teasing lilt to my voice.
“Yes! Please! Yes!” Oh, the pleasure of teasing him. Mmmm. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying all that neediness in his voice.
“And moving my mouth and my hand away.”
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The whimpering sound he made sounded so close to sobs. I gave another sadistic laugh. “You whimper so lovely. Mmm. Oh, yes. You whimper so lovely in fact, that I’m going to give you a reward. Would you like a reward, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Oh. He found his voice again. Good.
“I’m going to count down from 10 to 1 and in that 10 seconds, my voice will caress your cock. Isn’t this a lovely reward?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” He sounded relieved.
“You should say thank you, shouldn’t you?”
“Thank you, Miss Sweet. Thank you so much.” The words tumbled out so quickly, I couldn’t help but smile.
“You are very welcome.” I count down from 10 to 8, slowly. Making sure to drag out each number, and leave space in between each one.
“10.” Slow.
“9.” Slow.
“8.” Slow.”
Then I change tactics and speed through 7 to 1 as fast as I can.
“7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. And my voice moving away from your cock.”
The torture in Caleb’s whines is plainly evident, pleasing my sadistic side. I allow to him whimper and whine for what feels like an entire minute, enjoying each and every sound, before finally whispering to myself.
“Was that mean? That might have been mean. Hmm.” I raise my voice to normal Tisty levels. “Was that mean, Caleb?”
“Yes. Yes, Miss Sweet.” Oh, the agony is still there in his voice. Joy!
“Oh. I’m so glad to hear that.”
He whimpers.
“Although, I will say, I thought I was being nice because I allowed you to feel my voice on your cock at all. I mean, I thought I was being nice.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“So, which is it? Was I being nice or was I being mean?”
“You were being nice, Miss Sweet.”
“Aww. Very good. Mmmm. I’m glad. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His voice still shakes but he manages to add “Thank you, Miss Sweet.”
“You’re welcome, Caleb.”
We are about half an hour in, so I pause session. I unfreeze him but keep him deep under and ask that he drink some water. I always instruct my Calebs to have water nearby so they can drink easily in the session, or even after the session, during aftercare, without them needing to walk away to get some. When he finishes drinking I count him back down, even though he never fully came up.
“Five. Dropping down.”
“Four. Dropping further.”
“Three. Dropping faster.”
“Two. Dropping deeper.”
“One. Deep deep deep. And freeze. Freezing your body comfortably. And you may unfreeze your mouth. How are you feeling, Caleb?”
“Very, very good, Miss Sweet.” His voice sounds like it is completely recovered from earlier. That means I can build it all back up again!
“Thank you. Good boy. Now, I have your thighs to play with. Running my hands down your chest, down your hips, down to your thighs and scraping my nails down your inner thighs. Scraping. Scraping. Scraping back up. Scraping back down. Oh, look! I’m leaving little trail marks. Little nail marks. I am marking you up this session. That’s okay. I don’t mind. I like you wearing my marks.”
I could never get tired of his moans.
“And look at your cock. Still so needy. So needy. I do so enjoy tormenting you, Caleb. You are a delight to torment. All of these sounds you are making and the way you beg me. I’m going move my hands away from your thighs and run them down your chest, over your nipples.” He gave a small gasp.
“First the left. And then the right. And everytime I pass a hand over a nipple, you’ll go a little Blank for me. Blank for me, everytime I pass one of my hands over one of your nipples. Blank for me. Blank for me. Blank for me. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Very good. Caleb. Can you say “Blank” for me?
“Blank.”
“Very good. I’m going to count down from 5 to 1. And after each number, you’ll say ‘Blank’.”
“Five.”
C.“Blank.”
S.“Four.”
C.“Blank.”
S.”Three.”
C.“Blank.”
S.“Two.”
C. “Blank.”
S. “One.”
C.“Blank.”
S. “Yes. Blank. Blank. Blank.”
C. “Blank.”
“There you go. You’ve got it. Your mind going blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t? Going empty. All of your thoughts escaping as you become more and more thoughtless and empty, mindless and blank. Blank, blank, blank.” The last three are said sing-song.
“How are you feeling, Caleb?”
“Blank.” And his voice indeed sounds blank and emotionless. Perfect.
I give a small chuckle. “Very good. And because there’s nothing in your mind, I’m going to fill it up with something. I’m going to tease your cock right now and you’re going to feel your mind fill up with pure need, pure desperation, and pure craving. Those will be the only three things in your mind. In fact, I’m going to tease your cock right now. Moving my hand up and down the air around your cock, so close but not touching. My voice caressing so close to the base. My mouth leaning forward to blow on it.”
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Those needy sounds. Mmmm. Delicious.
“Letting all of that need, craving, and desperation fill and fill your mind. All of that filling your mind. Filling your mind.”
His moans are getting louder, and more intense “As I continue to tease your cock my voice gets closer and closer and then leaves only to come back. Mmmm. My hand is pulling away and then quickly rushing back, so fast, I’m just about to gra- and stopping just before touching.” The whimpers that last part garnered are beautiful, hot and so sexy.
I start deliberately whimpering as I say this next part, adding them in to enhance his own whimpering and oh, it works perfectly.
“My mouth, so close, why isn’t it touching? You can feel my breath on your cock, why isn’t it touching? Why isn’t touching your cock?” His whimpers are practically non-stop. “Its so close, why Caleb, why isn’t it touching? Oh. Oh. You need it so bad, you need it so bad, don’t you?”
Both of us whimpering, though now he was begging, too. “Please. Please. Oh, I need it, oh so bad, oh so bad. Please, please.”
I’m still whimpering and talking as he begs but, as his last please fades, my voice slides easily back into Tist voice. “Only those three things in your mind. Only those three things in your mind. Tell me, Caleb. Tell me. What are those three things?”
“Need.” There was a slight pause. “Need. Craving. Desperation.” He once again lost his voice to mostly whispers.
“Very good. Say them again.” The second part is an obvious command. No gentleness here.
“Yes. Need. Craving. Desperation.” Whimpering.
“Oh. Good. One more time. Building, building, building.”
“Need.” It sounds as if he is forcing “Craving.” each word out through his teeth. “Desperation.”
I laugh sadistically, but stop when, surprisingly, he says. “More. Please more.”
I’m not expecting it but I am not going to say no. “Oh! If you want to say it more you may. And you’ll feel each feeling building up each time you say them.”
“Need. Craving. Desperation. Need. Craving. Desperation.” I continue to talk to him, under his repeating of these words. Describing all the things he could be feeling. And, as he repeats these three words over and over, “Need. Craving. Desperation.”
I can hear the feelings build and build, all the while I’m continuing to torment him. After he says “Need. Craving. Desperation.” about 10 times those three words become more whine than anything else.
“You need, don’t you? You need. You crave. Mmmm. You’re so desperate.”
He shifts his words, begging. “Need it. Need it. Need it. Miss Sweet. Desperate. I’m so desperate.” His voice is completely a whisper whine, I’m not even sure he knows what he is saying anymore and I decide this is enough.
“Caleb. Caleb.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet?” His voice not quite normal. “Yes, Miss Sweet?”
“Take a deep breath for me.”
He inhales and exhales fairly quickly.
“Very good.” My voice loses all of the sadistic qualities it had just moments ago and becomes soothing, caring. “In just a moment, I’m going to allow you to wrap your hand around your cock and have three, single, strokes. The first one will alleviate desperation. The second one will alleviate craving. And the third one will alleviate need. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Miss Sweet.”
“Good. In fact, you will even say desperation, then craving, then need. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“And you will be letting each feeling go when you say the name of the feeling. Okay?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good. You may have your three strokes now. Do them slowly.”
There was a moment or two of silence before… “Desperation.” The word sounds half strangled.
“Very good.” My voice is still calm and soothing.
“Craving.” This word is an improvement from the last one. Only cracking at the end.
“Very good.”
“Need.” This word flows smoother.
“Very good. Letting go of your cock now. And letting those three feelings go. Letting them fade. Letting them go. You did so well for me. Good boy, Caleb. Take a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Continue breathing.”
His breaths are audible.
“Releasing you from being frozen, all of your limbs able to once again move freely. Take a few more deep breaths for me. My voice will stop caressing you now, if it hadn’t already.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” His voice almost fully back to normal.
“Feeling your body relaxing. Relaxing. Letting any tension from our session go. In just a moment, I’m going to bring you all the way back up but first I want you to relax. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Relax. Very, very good. Relaxing with each breath in and each breath out. How do you feel?”
“Relaxed.” I ignore the fact he didn’t say Miss Sweet, more focused on bringing him up safely.
“Very good. You’ll let any feelings from this session go, except for relaxation. Okay?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” His voice sounds much calmer, none of the desperation lingering, which means I can bring him up.
“I’m going to bring you back up now when I count from 1 to 5. When I reach 5, you’ll be wide awake and relaxed. Fully relaxed but wide awake.” I started counting slowly up.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Four.”
“Almost all the way awake and…”
“Five. Up. Up. Up.”
End of Session.
I hope you all enjoyed!
Ja ne!
~Sweet
"Just a little insurance for your protection slave as well as for Mistress Kenzie. We don't want you to do anything thing rash while she is working on
that ass of yours now." Mistress Nikki reassuringly tells me. The wonderful feeling of Kenzie massaging my ass suddenly stops. I bite my lip and hold my breath. My heart pounds faster knowing any moment that the hole that up until now has been an exit only. Is about to be filled with a
foreign object. I feel my hole being spread as my best friend from childhood. Who knows this is the first time in my life to have a sex toy in my ass. Being a true friend and for tonight my owner slowly forces the plug into me. I must admit that at first the feeling of the butt plug feels oddly nice even if it is entering my body going in a hole in the wrong direction.
I start to toss my head from side to side as the object slides deeper inside spreading me wider as it goes in. "Oh my god. Make it stops." I gasp as my ass is spread to the point that I hope is the biggest the darn thing will get. "What? Oh please no." My mind screams as I realize that Kenzi's has stopped pushing the butt plug in. She chose to stop right at the widest part on the shaft of the butt plug, stretching the rim wide. Holding me in a place between heaven and hell, and loving both the pain and pleasure of being held and not know when it might end. I try to reach back and push
just a little on the intruder. But I could not. Mistress Nikki held my arms firmly by the wrist. Then I hear Nikki say "Mistress Darleen would you reward this slave for trying to push the butt plug in by herself with a few whacks. " The request barely left Nikki's lips and I feel my ass cheeks jolt as Darleen delivers two quick swats to each side. "Oh, she deserves more than two Mistress." Nikki comments. Still holding my wrist Nikki gestures with her head pointing to the array of toys she took from the cabinet. "Save your hand though, naughty slave's like this need something firmer. Like that paddle there." Darlene must have agreed with Nikki because she picks up the paddle and starts swinging. Crack! "Awwww! Nine." I moan out counting out each impact after Mistress Kenzie directed me too. SMACK!! Sighing I and yelp "10. Thank you, Mistress Darleen." My head is overwhelmed by the spanking. But as painful as it was to receive, I find myself wanting more and my pussy is wet and throbbing with arousal from my punishment. "Oh no!" My mind screams as I feel Kenzie pull the plug from me a little giving me a moment of relief, just to push the thing right back to where it is the widest. Squirming on the table and once again by reflex I try once again to relieve myself by pushing that plug some more. "Behave slave or I will ask Mistress Darlene to continue spanking you." Warns Mistress Nikki and the three women have a laugh at my predicament. As fun as the spanking resuming sounds. I do not want to delay Mistress Kenzie from finally push the plug all the way in. Truthfully I am curious now to know what else is in store for me. So I resign myself to stop struggling and just rest there and enjoy the feeling of the moment. "Yesssss!" I squeal as Kenzie finally push the butt plug all the way in. Allowing my ass to finally relax around the narrow far side part of the plug. As I enjoy my reprieve I see Nikki whispering two my friends and pointing at things on the side table. "OK slave we need you to roll over on your back please." Mistress Nikki says to me. I am actually pleased to lay down and rest on the bench. At least if I'm on my back my throbbing butt cheeks are protected from an future punishment. I climb up and sit on the table. Leaning back I swing my slender bronze tan legs up and stretch them out in front of me on the table and wiggle my toes. "That's a good slave. Now lie down and get comfortable please." Kenzie directs as she gently pushes two fingers into my right shoulder to assist me in laying down. I press my back firmly into the cushions and shuffle my legs while resting my arms at my sides to get comfortable. "Now slave! If you will indulge your Mistress. Please bend your knees and rest your feet on the table here and here." Nikki commands as she points at two spots on the table. Not wanting to risk being spanked again, I quickly comply with her request. Just as my feet settle onto the table, both Kenzie and Darlene who have moved to spots on opposite sides of the table next to me, fasten short chains attach to the bench on to my ankle cuffs. The width of the bench I notice is conveniently wide enough to spread my legs wide, exposing my pussy completely. "OK now. If you would be so kind dear to raise your arms above your head please." Mistress Nikki asks as I test the chains attached to my ankles. Yup, no doubt about it my feet were going nowhere. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my arms out above my as ordered. "Thank you very much for listing my pet." Mistress Nikki approvingly acknowledges as she attaches a chain to the two D rings on my wrist cuffs. Then pulling on the other end of the chain, Mistress Niki pulls my arm straight and attaches the chain to the end of the table. All at once things happen rapidity. "Open wide slave." Commands Mistress Kenzie as she demonstrates what she meant by opening and closing her mouth. I see the purple ball gag held out ready to silence anymore of my protest. "Lift your head and open wide. don't make this any harder than it has to be my slave." Resisting I clamp my mouth closes. "OOOOWWW!!! What the fu mmmmuuppphhhhh" I garbled as Kenzie secures the gag after Darlene pinched and twist the shit out of nipples. "pulfeze" I try to plead to the three giggling women. "What that honey? You will have to speaker clear dear. I can't make out a thing your saying." Kenzie teases and the three women have a big laugh at my expense. "What made you think to twist her nipples" Kenzie ask Darlene. "I don't know." Darleen replies. "It just felt like the right thing to do. I guess I figured she need to be punished for not opening her mouth when you told her too." then Darlene starts to pinch and pull gently on my nipples. "I can't explain it." Darleen continues "I really like hearing her moan when I twist them. It feels just right having those nips squeezed in my fingers." "UUMMMM." I moan and wiggle as Darlene applies more pressure. Then Kenzie comments "Well then. If you get to play with her doing something you like. I am going to do something I always wanted to do. I have always fantasized about having a helplessly bound and gagged victim that I could tickle mercilessly for as long as I want." My eye bolt wide open in panic. Kenzie knows just how ticklish I am. We use to have tickle fights as kids. She always won with me pleading for mercy. I knew this would be pure torture. Being tied and at her mercy, but I did not protest. Oddly as much as I hated being tickled I was becoming hornier at the idea of being her helpless victim. Buzzzzz! Mistress Nikki phone goes off. "Hello." she says "What! Now? Can't it wait, I am in the middle of something. Ok, ok stop begging for fuck sakes. I will be right there." Nikki then hangs up and looks at us. "I am very sorry ladies, I have to leave for a short bit to attend to something." Nikki the says " Kenzie I suggest leaving your slave stew for awhile knowing that sometime tonight you will get your wish of having a tickle victim. But for now while I am gone may I suggest that you and Darlene finish getting Caroline ready. we still need to get that vibrator in her, the binding harness needs to be put on her. Oh and don't forget the blindfold. I promise once everything is on your slave and I return. I am going to show you how to have an evening that none of you will forget." Nikki hands Kenzie a bottle of lube and says. "Start with this, and I will be back soon." I turn my head slightly and once again I watch Nikki's beautiful body disappear into the club. With my heart pounding I turn my attention back to my two friends, my two Dommes. I watch wide eye as Kenzie pours more lube into her hand. Just beside her Darlene is holding up a long vibrator. Click!!! Bizzzzz!!! I see Darlene smile as she switches the device on a off. " Ok then. lets see what kind of trouble you have got us all into slave." comments Kenzie as she starts applying lube to my pulsing pussy. "Hmmmmmmmm!!!" I moan.........To be continued.
Chapter Six:
Chapter One: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/01/club-surrender.html
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And welcome to my blog!
This is my first Text Trance Post.
I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.
And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to make them moan, beg and whimper. And sometimes, like as in this session, that means taking their minds completely.
NOTE: In this blog, I will be referring to all my subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one submission may not be the Caleb in the previous submission, or the next submission either, but I will consistently using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while blank and mindless.
Start of session: Hypnotic Language Warning
I had worked with this Caleb once before. He’d reacted well to the couple of triggers I had given him during our first session and I was excited to play with him again. Earlier that day, he had posted, half-jokingly, in a Discord Server that he wanted no brains in his head. I answered that the idea was tempting. And we left it at that as both of our days moved forward.
Several hours later, once we were both available, we called. We flirted for a few moments, it is so fun to flirt and tease him. He gets all shy. It’s positively adorable. But, then it was time. My voice changed, sliding into my Tist voice.
“Do you want to go down, Caleb?”
“Yes, please, Miss.” I could hear him already reacting to my Tist voice. Such a delightful subject.
“Very good. Falling down like a good boy. Falling, falling. Such a good boy. Falling so deep for me."
"Five. Falling."
"Four. Deep."
"Three. Falling."
"Two. Deep."
"When I say this last number, you’ll plummet down into trance, when I say this last number. And… I’m going… to say it… right…
"One. Good boy. How are you feeling?”
“Good, Miss.” His voice was a tad mumbled. That’s okay. I could fix that.
“Very good, Caleb. Remember, the more clearly you speak while you are under, the deeper you go.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” And he was speaking more clearly.
“Good boy. You like being blank and mindless. I know you do. I know you want to be blank and mindess. I know you want your mind to be so empty. Thoughtless and mindless and empty for me. Blaaank. All your thoughts slipping away, easily and simply. Slipping away, leaving you mindless, thoughtless and blaaaank. And empty as well."
"As the last thought slips from your mind, I bet you can start to feel my voice filling up all of those empty, empty, spaces in your mind. My voice filling up all those empty spaces, filling it up, up, up. And, soon, the only thing in your mind will be my voice, completely, utterly, filled. My words are your thoughts, your thoughts are my words. And, you can even find yourself saying my words, since they are your thoughts. So, if I say… “I’m good blank boy for Miss Sweet” you’ll say…?”
“I’m a good blank boy for Miss Sweet.” The words came out simply, without emotion.
“You *are* a good blank boy for me. And if I say ‘Thank you for making me blank, Miss Sweet’ you’ll say…?
“Thank you for making me blank, Miss Sweet.” Again, the words were said without emotion. Delicious.
“See. You’re doing so well. So, now, anytime I and I alone say “Thoughts: and then a phrase, you’ll find yourself repeating that phrase automatically, immediately and without thought. Because my words are your thoughts. And your thoughts are my words. In fact, you can easily forget that I gave you this trigger. It’s so difficult for memories to stick when you’re blank and mindless. It’s a great, unneeded effort. Instead of expending a great effort, you’ll find the fact I gave you the trigger and what it does just sliding away. Are you okay with this, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Are you still a blank boy for me?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” I loved the way his voice sounded, so obedient. I gave a small, delighted sound before continuing.
“Very good. You’ll feel me peeling my voice away from your mind. Peeling it away and as I do so, all of your own thoughts can come trickling back in. Feel them trickling in until your mind is yours again. When you are ready, I’ll bring you back up.”
I waited about 20 - 30 seconds before I received an “I’m ready, Miss Sweet.”
I start counting him up.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Up. Up. Up."
He yawns, stretches and makes a few other rather nice sounds.
“Hello, Caleb. How are you feeling?”
“G- good, Miss Sweet.” It was adorable, hearing just that hint of a stutter.
“I promised I would take your mind didn’t I? How’d you enjoy that?”
“It was wonderful. I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” He genuinely sounded surprised.
“I said I would in the chat, didn’t I?”
“Yes. But everyone on that chat promises stuff, but no one keeps their promises.”
“Well, that isn’t me. I do my best to keep my promises.”
“Thank you. It was a lot of fun.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I had indeed made him happy.
“Good. Thoughts: I enjoyed being blank for you, Miss Sweet.”
“I enjoyed being blank for you, Miss Sweet.”
There’s a pause.
“Wait a moment. Did you… did you give me that trigger?”
“What trigger?” My voice dripped with innocence.
“That trigger that makes me say what you want me to say. You already told me you gave another one of your toys this trigger. Did you forget you told me?” Darn. I hadn’t been willing to erase that part of his memory and had wondered if he would remember. Apparently he did. Aw well. Didn’t mean I couldn’t still play with it. And him.
“I didn’t forget. I gave it to you on purpose. I wondered what would happen. Thoughts: I like when you control me, Miss Sweet.”
“I like when you… mrrrrrrrrr…. control… mmmmmm.”
He manages to stop. Oh! A challenge. Fun! I felt my voice change.
“Thoughts: Please control me more, Miss Sweet.”
“Please control… mrrrrrrr… me more,… mrrrrr Miss Sweet…” He moaned, for just a moment. “Fuck. It’s so hard to resist.”
I couldn’t hide my obvious glee with this next one.
“Thoughts: It’s impossible to resist.” .
“It’s impossible to resist.” The words came out smoothly, none of the previous hesitation.
“Thoughts: I don’t want to resist.”
“I don’t want to resist.”
“Thoughts: All these thoughts are my thoughts.”
“All these thoughts are my thoughts… Fuck. It’s hard to think. Which thoughts are yours and which are mine?”
My answer was simple.
“Thoughts: All the thoughts in my head are my thoughts.”
“All the thoughts in my head are my thoughts. Oooooh. Ohhhh. Damn.” And he lets out a small, turned on whimper.
“Thoughts: I like when you control me, Miss Sweet.”
“I like when you control me, Miss Sweet.” No resistance. Almost monotone. Delicious, indeed.
“Thoughts: Please control me more, Miss Sweet.”
“Please control me more, Miss Sweet” There is obvious desire in his voice.
“Since you asked so nicely, boy. Falling down like a good boy."
"Falling. Falling. Even faster than before."
Falling so deep for me. So fast for me.
"Five. Falling."
"Four. Down."
"Three. Falling."
"Two. Down."
"When I say this final number, it will plummet you deeeeep into trance, when I say this last number. And I’m… going to say… this number… in just a moment…
One.”
Wait for a moment or two. “How are you feeling?”
“Horny and deep, Miss Sweet.”
“That’s wonderful news. Now, you said you wanted your brain to go away. That is still true, right Caleb?”
“Yes..” There’s a distinct pause. “Miss Sweet.”
“You want me to take your mind?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Are these your thoughts or my thoughts?”
“I don’t know, Miss Sweet.”
“Do you care?”
“No, Miss Sweet. Please, Miss Sweet. Take my mind. Please. Please.” The second ‘please’ was blatantly desperate.
“Alright, boy. I want you to watch closely. I’m reaching forward, placing my hand on your head. You can feel a slight pressure and then that pressure lessening as I pull your mind, your brain, out of your head.”
He lets out a relieved sigh.
“I took your mind. I wonder if you can see it here, in my hand.”
“I can, Miss Sweet.”
“If you have no mind, how can you have thoughts? All of your thoughts rushing out of your head and into your mind, here in my hand.”
He lets out a rather delicious moan.
“Blank and mindless as your thoughts rush out into your mind that I control. I control your mind, so I control you.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
Thoughts: You control me, Miss Sweet.”
“You control me, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts:“I love that you’re controlling me, Miss Sweet”
“I love that you’re controlling me, Miss Sweet”
“Oh. I’m so glad to hear that, Caleb. I’m so glad I’m controlling you, too.”
“Because I have your brain, you’re nothing but a body, to feel things. And, in fact, since there is absolutely nothing in your mind, you can just become a body of pleasure. Not a boy, not Caleb, just a body of pure pleasure. Everything you do, brings you pleasure. It can be sexual pleasure. It can be the pleasure of being down here with me. It can even be the pleasure of hearing my voice like this. Or, perhaps the pleasure of being completely controlled. Everything brings you pleasure. Breathing brings you pleasure, moving a foot brings you pleasure, itching your nose brings you pleasure. Every… single… thing… you do, brings you… pleasure.”
I could hear him breathing, and everytime he inhaled, he let out a small moan. And everytime he exhaled, he let out another one. His breathing was indeed bringing him pleasure.
“But, the most pleasure you will recieve is when you admit to me that your mind belongs to me. And that you love your mind belonging to me.”
A small gasp and then, “Yes, Miss Sweet” in a surprisingly breathless voice.
“Good boy. Now. When I bring you up in just a moment, you’ll remain blank and mindless, because you are blank and mindless. I still have your mind in my hand.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet” still breathless.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Up. Up. Up."
“I still a have your mind, don’t I, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: I’m just a body, I can only feel pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“I’m just a body, I can only feel pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: Saying these words bring me pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“Saying these words bring me pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
I dropped the Thoughts trigger and just started saying “My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.” and he still answered perfectly and obediently.
Me.“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
Him. “My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
Me. “My mind-”
He cut me off. “My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet. My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.” It was like he couldn’t say it fast enough. Just making it a mantra, saying it over and over, fast as he could.
“Goooooood. Good mindless boy, for me.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet. My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet. Can I cum? Can I cum, Miss?”
“Yes, Caleb. Cum for me.”
The sounds he made when he came sent shivers all over my body and I may have let out a moan or two of my own.
When I finally noticed his breathing normalize, I called his name.
“Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet?” He answered me slowly but normally. His voice told me he wasn’t quite finished with his afterglow.
“Did you touch?”
“No, Miss Sweet. You didn’t tell me to.”
I fully admit, I may have let out an unintentional YES! causing poor Caleb to audibly jump. I felt guilty for letting that slip out but I had just given him a hands free orgasm. My first!
But I couldn’t rejoice too long. I had a subby boy to put back together.
“Caleb? Do you see your mind in my hands?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“I am going to give your mind back to you. Can you see your mind in your hands?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Please place your mind back into your body. It is unharmed. Unchanged. It is just as it was when I took it. Let me know when it’s back in your head.”
“It’s back, Miss Sweet.”
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to wrap you up in my arms. You did so well. I’m so proud of you. Time for aftercare.”
The end of session.
So, yes, I think this is a wonderful introduction to who I am and what I do.
I hope you all enjoyed!
Ja ne!
~Sweet
"Who wants to hypnotize me?" I once wrote in a profile someplace a couple of years ago. That is when I entered the online social scene. Back then I wanted to let everyone know "hi I am here. I will be your slave." It sounds kind of desperate wouldn't you say. Since then I have grown in the community. I am still a novice, just not so wet behind the ears. I have made some good friends on some social sites, and I am learning more and more how to be a good submissive. I have learned that it takes patience if you want to become someone's sub or slave. There is nothing extra special about me or my online profile, that would make me stand out from the countless other desperate subs pleading to be noticed.
I write stories and articles and post them on my blog and other places for people to read
A new induction with a different approach. It may take you to
a deep trance. Specialy crafted for subjects who already experienced
trance. I'll be glad to know how does it work for you
It's curious how your mind
learn to react to some words
have you ever thought about it?
Have you ever felt how just reading
a specific word
creates a reaction inside of you...
or even more than one?
If you've enjoyed hypnotic trance
I'm sure you've felt that
despite you may haven't noticed that
For example, the word RELAX...
seems to be a simple word
that ask you to let your all your tension aside
But when you read that word...
RELAX...
in a hypnotic context
your mind already knows what's going to happen...
it has learned how good it's for you
and automatically you feel how
your breathing becomes slower and deeper
and how your muscles soften
just by reading the word
RELAX...
you let yourself go...
you let yourself being guided...
Isn't it curious?
There is also the word DEEP...
combined with your relaxed state
after you have read RELAX...
it doesn't brings to your mind something unknown...
or dangerous...
but it makes your mind...
and your body...
willing to discover what's there...
in that DEEP level
And you notice how as you are approaching
each time DEEPER...
you feel better
all your body...
all your mind...
waiting to go always DEEPER...
Isn't it?
A curious verb is DROP
nobody wants to fall down to the floor...
but for you DROP means something different....
it means DROP into a trance...
it means feeling those wonderful symptoms...
that only hypnosis can offer you
When you DROP it never hurts...
it's a wonderfull falling into a trance...
you don't have the hard floor at the end...
you always can keep falling...
you can always can DROP DEEPER
and it's something your mind desires.
RELAX...
DROP DEEPER...
each time DEEPER...
so easy...
feeling so good...
it's normal you desire that
once and again
DEEPER each time...
feeling each time it's more intense...
each time more pleasurable...
Being into this wonderful state
something that you will understand different
to other people untrained mind...
is just a countdown
A simple count from 5 to 1...
in others may evoke an explosion or a launch...
and for you is the sign to DROP
in a DEEP trance...
noticing how each number...
just multiply pleasurable trance feelings
5... twice as RELAXED
4... twice as DEEP
3... noticing how you DROP
2... DEEPER and more PLEASURABLE
1... DEEP in TRANCE
As easy as that...
is to DROP into a DEEP trance
As easy as...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Another word is PLEASURABLE...
because PLEASURE is really important
Not only sex brings you PLEASURE...
it can be sexual PLEASURE what you feel, of course...
but also can be another kind of PLEASURE
PLEASURE of let your mind blank...
and enjoy the full calm,
PLEASURE of feeling muscles fully relaxed...
without any kind of stress in your body,
PLEASURE you get with you favorite meal...
your favorite people...
your favorite smell...
or even any other kind of PLEASURE
And you feel how those PLESURABLE feelings...
every time grow more intense and better.
How after each count...
trance becomes DEEPER
The DEEPER you go
the more PLEASURABLE becomes those feelings...
and the more PLEASURABLE becomes those feelings...
the DEEPER you go...
No need to think about anything else...
just RELAX...
and let it happen...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
RELAX
DROP
DEEPER
PLEASURABLE
It's very important now you take your time...
while you keep DROPPING...
with every single line...
and every single word...
to a DEEPER...
and more PLEASURABLE state
to just identify each and every one feeling...
to isolate them in your mind...
and enumerate...
being aware...
into trance...
of everything you're feeling...
and everything you're enjoying
And as you keep enjoying...
those more PLESURABLE feelings each time
once you've identified them, enumerated them...
and you've felt how when you did that to each and every one...
and you've isolated them on your mind...
they've become much more intense and powerful...
and how when they become more intense and PLEASURABLE
your trance becomes DEEPER
then is a good time to let me know...
with a comment or message...
which are those feelings...
just to let you enjoy how they become even more intense...
and more PLEASURABLE...
not only when you are able to identify them...
but when you can name them...
because as you've noticed...
words are important...
and can take you DEEPER...
as much as you wish...
Es curioso como nuestra mente
aprende a reaccionar ante determinadas palabras
¿lo has pensado alguna vez?
¿has sentido alguna vez como la simple lectura
de una determinada palabra
te provoca una reacción...
o una serie de ellas?
Si alguna vez has disfrutado de un trance hipnótico
seguro que si lo has hecho
aunque no te hayas percatado
Por ejemplo, la palabra RELÁJATE...
parece una simple palabra
que te pide que dejes las tensiones a un lado
Pero cuando lees esa palabra...
RELÁJATE...
en un contexto hipnótico
tu mente ya sabe lo que tiene que pasar
ya ha aprendido lo bueno que es para ti
y automáticamente sientes como
tu respiración se hace más lenta y profunda
y como tus músculos se aflojan
simplemente al leer la palabra
RELÁJATE...
te dejas ir...
te dejas llevar...
¿No es curioso?
También tienes la palabra PROFUNDO...
que una vez combinas con tu estado de relajación
tras haber leído RELÁJATE...
no evoca en tu mente algo desconocido
ni peligroso...
sino que provoca que tu mente...
y tu cuerpo...
quieran descubrir qué hay allí...
en ese nivel más PROFUNDO
Y como al irte acercando
cada vez más PROFUNDO...
te vas sintiendo mejor
por todo tu cuerpo
por toda tu mente
esperando siempre ir más PROFUNDO...
¿No es así?
Y un verbo curioso es CAER
A nadie le gusta caerse...
pero para tí CAER significa algo distinto...
significa CAER en trance...
significa comenzar a sentir esos síntomas
propios de la hipnosis
y es una caida que no duele
una deliciosa caida
que no tiene el duro suelo como final...
sino que siempre puedes seguir cayendo...
siempre puedes CAER más PROFUNDO
y es algo que tu mente quiere
RELÁJATE...
CAE PROFUNDO...
cada vez más PROFUNDO...
es tan sencillo...
y te sientes tan bien...
que es normal que quieras hacerlo
una y otra vez
cada vez más PROFUNDO...
siendo cada vez más intenso...
cada vez más placentero...
Y una vez en ese estado
algo que también evocará en ti algo diferente
a lo que lleva a la mente de los demás...
es una cuenta hacia atrás
Una simple cuenta del 5 al 1...
que en otros puede evocar una explosión o un lanzamiento...
para ti es la señal para CAER
en un trance PROFUNDO...
notando como con cada número...
todas las sensaciones del trance se multiplican
5... el doble de RELAJACIÓN
4... el doble de PROFUNDO
3... notándote CAER
2... cada vez más PROFUNDO y PLACENTERO
1... PROFUNDAMENTE en TRANCE
Tan sencillo como eso...
es caer en trance PROFUNDO
Tan sencillo como un...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Otra palabra que hemos utilizado es PLACENTERO...
porque el PLACER es muy importante
No solo el sexo nos produce PLACER...
puede ser PLACER sexual lo que sientes, claro...
pero también puede ser cualquier otra clase de PLACER
El PLACER de dejar la mente vacía...
y disfrutar de un estado de total calma,
El PLACER de sentir los músculos totalmente relajados...
sin ninguna clase de stress en el cuerpo,
El PLACER que te provoca tu comida favorita...
tu compañía favorita...
tu aroma favorito...
O incluso cualquier otro tipo de PLACER
Y sientes como las sensaciones PLACENTERAS...
cada vez son más y mejores.
Como tras cada cuenta...
el trance se hace más PROFUNDO
Como cuanto más PROFUNDO es el trance...
más PLACENTERAS son las sensaciones
y como cuanto más PLACENTERAS son las sensaciones...
más PROFUNDO es el trance...
Sin tener que pensar en nada más
solo RELÁJATE...
y deja que suceda
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
RELAJÁNDOTE
CAYENDO
PROFUNDO
PLACENTERO
Es muy importante que te tomes tu tiempo...
mientras sigues CAYENDO...
con cada línea...
y con cada palabra...
en un estado más PROFUNDO
y más PLACENTERO
en identificar cada una de esas sensaciones...
en aislarlas en tu mente...
y en enumerarlas...
en ser consciente...
dentro del trance...
de todo lo que sientes
y de todo lo que disfrutas
Y mientras sigues disfrutando...
de esas sensaciones cada vez más PLACENTERAS
una vez las hayas identificado, enumerado...
y sentido como al identificar cada una de ellas...
al aislarlas en tu mente se han hecho aun más intensas....
y como al hacerse más intensas y PLACENTERAS
tu trance se ha hecho más PROFUNDO
será buena idea hacerme saber...
con un comentario o con un mensaje...
cuales son esas sensaciones...
para así experimentar como también se hacen más intensas...
y más PLACENTERAS...
no solo al identificarlas...
sino al verbalizarlas...
porque como ya has visto...
las palabras son muy importantes...
y te pueden llevar muy PROFUNDO...
tanto como desees...
"My name is Alice, Mistress Alice to you slave. I then introduce you
to Mistress Scarlet. Mistress Scarlet and her partner, Master Thomas
they are your new owners. It is my duty to train you as a submissive
slave." I say trying to remain as much professional as I can. For
Master Thomas, the $8000 is a cheap amount for him. Just the fact they
spent that money on a slave to give to me has left me speechless, I
can't let my nervousness fail their trust in me though. I will have to
give them my total commitment to my slave's training. Anything less
and I will be the one on the receiving end of Master hand in his
dungeon. A silent approval of Mistress Scarlet tell me that I can now
lead you backstage where a doctor is waiting for us...
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I could see them but I wasn't paying attention to their conversation, but caught them taking quick glances my way with big smirks on their faces. But I just passed it off as them having a good time and wondering when I would join them. Boy was I ever wrong. What happened next is a bit of a blur. As I was talking on the phone and not paying attention The three cohorts gathered up a blanket and cushion an ambushed. They had me completely disoriented. Amongst the banshee yells and laughter they pounced and pinned me to the floor. It was by using a blanket my roommate enveloped my upper body and he use his momentum to push me to the floor. The girl giggling like crazy through the pillows on my torso and legs and used their body weight to hold me down.
I will confess that my attempts to resist was meager at best. I did the obligatory squirming and protesting but didn't try to hard to escape. Let it be noted that at that time I could of easily pushed the three away and stood up. But why would I. This was fun. The trio was nice enough to let me say bye to my friend on the phone before hanging it up.
My roommate and our friend using the bodies held me down. My roommate's girl friend scurried around the apartment looking for something to tie me up with. It didn't take her to long before she returned with her bounty of stuff. She had with her a thin extension cord, a belt, a piece off rope and her make up bag:
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I just finished a short post on an edging task I am doing. Feel free to have a look.
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Synopsis: Alice is owned by a rich and powerful couple. She has been their slave for many years. Her Master purchased her when he found out she is a trained hypnotist. He has a slight submissive side to him and he indulges it with her erotic hypnosis. He feels safe knowing that Alice's mistress his partner is watching every trance to make sure that no post-hypnotic suggestions are planted in him. After several years of training, Alice has become their trusted slave and are serving them well.
One day as Mistress obverses a hypnosis session that Alice is having with Master she decides that there is a fetish that she would like to play with. After going to some fetish parties Mistress discovered she enjoys male tease and denial. So she talks it over with Master and he agrees to get a male toy for Mistress.
They do not want any other slave serving them other than Alice. The male slave is just a toy for Mistress to tease and deny when she is in the mood. Mistress and Master then tell Alice that for all the years of faithful service that when Mistress is not playing with the boy toy. He is Alice's slave. Mistress and Master put Alice in charge of the new slave's training. Using whatever methods that bring her the most pleasure. As an added bonus Master takes Alice to the auction to chose the slave that she would want. That is where Allan comes in. Alice's trains him to pamper her so she can better serve Master and Mistress.
Alice:
My character is 35, I am slender with great legs, small dainty fingers, long straight hair and I have perky small breasts. I also have a round face with big brown eyes. Which are accentuated with some eyeliner and makeup, I like to wear darker shades on my eyes, the same goes for my makeup. I am most often dressed in dark colors or black with very short hemlines and tight tops. My owners love to draw attention to my legs and breast when they have me in public. Alice is Italian and her favorite exclamation is "Porco Cazzo!"
I like to smile and laugh, and I get embarrassed easily. I also tend to be a bit naïve. My Mistress and Master are still training me, but at this auction, they are rewarding me with my own slave. Mistress has expressed that it is time for me to learn to control a man, so this is the first time for me being a dominant. Which scares me a lot, I am fearful of hurting my slave. Mistress said to stop being silly or I would be the one to get a punishment for showing weakness.
Mistress and I work for the same company. Master's company. Mistress is the vice president and I work in her office. This is where we both met. Mistress from time to time will bring back memories of when I started working for her and recall the facts that made me her slave today.
This auction is all very new to me. I didn't even know this type of thing was possible. I am here with Master, I am a bit terrified, I have never seen other slaves naked an attending to their owners in this fashion and in public before. I am no stranger to wearing a collar but seeing other slaves collared and on their knees in public is overwhelming. To me, I find the whole thing a little cruel and over exaggerated.
I live with a friend who doesn't know why every week, I spend 2 or 3 nights out and sometimes not sleeping at home at all. My roommate thinks that I have a secret lover and that I am keeping him hidden from her. I have an obsession with hypnosis as well. I like both being put under and putting others in a trance. In fact, I would rather be the one hypnotizing other people. It's the one time that I feel confident when I am in charge. I have tried to hypnotize my roommate many times, But she can't seem to give up control. At least having a slave I can hypnotize him as often as I like.
As for my Master, he is a very powerful man and I feel very submissive with him. But sometimes I thought about leaving because he can be very sadistic at times.
Allan:
I will be a couple years older. 39 or 40. Mature enough not to be full of testosterone like a twenty-year-old, but still young enough that I don't need viagra. I am an average looking man. I watch what I eat and go for daily walks. I am not skinny but I am not fat either. I have wavy sand color hair an green eyes. My girlfriend and I chose to go separate ways when her job transferred her to Japan. Since being single I decide to explore my kinky submissive side. When I was dating my girlfriend, she made it clear that she had no interest in being kinky. After parting ways I visited a couple of pro-Dommes and started going to fetish clubs. It is at one of these clubs that I saw a poster advertising a charity slave auction. After doing a google search I discover that once a year this club has an auction to raise money for several causes. Further investigation reveals to me that whoever volunteers to be a slave is agreeing to sign a one-year slave contract. That way the club can charge top dollar for the charity. The idea of being owned appealed to me, so I volunteered. I receive a package at home a few days later with a contract, a limits list and instructions for the day of the auction. On the day of the auction, I arrive at the club at the time I was directed to. Once there I hand in my paperwork and was ordered to strip naked...…………….
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Hello.I use the screen name of slaveallan68, I also answer to allan, and I presume I will have to answer to being called slave someday. I discover my submissive side very early in life playing any game that would find me tied up in some fashion. In my later years, I participated in a few charity slave auctions. It was a thrill being forced, ordered to spend the day wearing some crazy outfit. Some of them I felt naked in. It was arousing to see groups of people gather around me to watch my owner make her slave do a task. It was embarrassing being made to dance around or made to do push up and sit up. It was also during those years that I discovered I like nipple pinching and being gaged. Those experiences are a couple of other adventures to write about some other time. I didn't watch porn much. I found it boring. When I did watch one I spent more time fast forwarding to the next scene. I was more interested in the build-up to the sex than the actual deed itself. But one evening in my twenties a buddy of mine shows up with a video he rented. Well in this video there were 3 scenes that prove I liked BDSM. One scene had two women standing with hands tied overhead. Clad in...
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...
Hello, slave allan here. Mistress is taking a break so I thought I would do a little experiment with my blog. Since I see my blog as a forum for long distance relationships. I want to see how people, in general, would react if given the choice to task an LDR slave. I am going to suggest some pervertible and clothes and conduct a pole. I will be giving you the choice to direct me. You get to choose what I have to wear, what torment toys I have to use and for how long. What impact item I have to use, and on what surface and how many times I have to spank that area. Just write your selections in the comment section to...
Let me say that leaving a slave to have 24 hours of unrestricted access to The Internet is paramount to leaving a person with a sweet tooth free with an unlimited credit card in a candy store. With the exception of a reward of one hour unrestricted Internet access for a pleasing post I wrote. This is the first time since June I have been able to view adult material online. Mistress did tell me that she wanted an accounting of her property's activities online though. Then let's get started. First off I spent a lot of time looking for several new erotic pictures to save in a file to have for a future post. Or uploading to adult social media accounts that I am presently a member of. Keep an eye out your bound to see one sooner or later. Mentioning adult social...
In my earlier post, we discussed what are the qualities of a good hypnotist. But that of course, that leads into the next question, "What are the qualities of a good hypnotic subject."
As I was formulating this question, I went through several iterations and refinement of the question... As a hypnotist, I've had a variety of different subjects, some better than others - some were apprehensive, while others were resistant, while other practically entered trance the moment we started talking. But, what was the essence that made one subject better than another. Is there a singular trait or are there multiple factors? The question might seem simple, but as you look at in a deeper contex, the answer(s) become more complex.
This post isn't about what a hypnotist is looking for in a subject (that will be another post ) but what traits or qualities that make a good subject.
My initial thought was expectations - what exactly is the subject expecting what trance is, what it feels like, or are their expectations realistic. So can those expectations be managed?
But with, expectations being managed, there needs to be a degree of openness to have those expectations managed. We are still bound by the limits of the physical world - yet those limits in the mind can be much different.
Is it agreeableness, or conversely, non-resistance? Either way, both of these can be managed by changing the type of induction. A good resistance hypnotic play is alway fun
So what else is there? Often suggestability tests are used to assess a subject, but again those can be managed by by the hypnotist with the induction, the style (authoritative or permissive, etc.) and tyloring the session to the subjects particular strengths.
Is it willingness to learn or explore? After all, all interaction and any hypnotic session is a learning experience for both the subject and hypnotist.
Or is it just desire - that want to enter a different state for what it is?
Is there a singular answer or is it a multi-faceted set of traits unique to each subject?
Let's hear your thoughts... GO!
Ask, ten or twenty different subjects, and you will likely get ten or twenty different answers. There are so many factors that contribute to what makes a good hypnotist - knowledge, application of the knowledge, but just knowledge alone won't necessarily make a hypnotist a good hypnotist.
Hypnosis is often described as a science and and art. Perhaps knowledge could be considered the science aspect, with the art could be described as the application. But, there are those that have great knowledge, but lack in the application, and those that are great in the application, but are limited on the knowledge. What makes one hypnotist better than another?
But is there more than the blending of Science and Art? What other factors are there? One that I like to think of is what I call the r-factor or the ability for a hypnotist to build rapport with their subject. Without the establishment of that r-factor, how effective will the art and science be? In essence, the better the r-factor, the more effective the art and science can be.
But is, (A)rt + (S)cience + r-factor enough? It certainly can be. But so many times we have heard that rapport has been broken and the subject/tist relationship is diminished (or terminated.
So how does one maintain rapport? Once rapport is established, how does one maintain it? Consistency, acting within established limits, maintaining the dynamic of the tist/sub relationship are some of the many factors, but it can essentially be distilled to character. Character is how you act, behave, and present yourself - even when you think that no one is looking. It is the sum these factors that we acquire over the course of a lifetime.
So character helps maintain rapport, rapport helps maintain an effective hypnotic relationship, with the art and science of hypnosis contribute to being an effective hypnotist
So what do you think? Is there more to it? What makes a good hypnotist to you? Is there some other factor that I've missed?
Our slave allan stepped up again to lend a
hand. While his cute little poem isn't an update from me, it does give me a
reason to come here, which in turn reminds me to get back on track. So, enjoy
slave allan's fun little poem and watch for my updates soon... and as always if
there is a typo or misspelling, please point them out, so slave allan can be
properly tormented. A spring poem This is just something silly I wrote. You
could say it is the second part to the one I did in December (Twas spring in
the Claus household and Mrs. Claus has planned somethingnew and bold. The
workshop has been changed for a slightly different type of show, so I have been
told. You see after she gave all the elves a few days off for some well-deserved
rest. She went right to work to make a new love nest. She replaced all the
bright red curtain with some made of black satin and lace. She can hardly wait
to see the expression on her husband's cherry face. All the shiny bells,
wrapping paper and bright ribbons and bows were all stashed away to make room
for some new toys to be used in some kinky play. Oh, what a grin Santa would of
have if he only knew what his wife has planned for him today. All the hammers
and nails, paint and sticks have been moved to make room for cuffs and clamps
and a cage for a slave's dick. So, after planning for weeks Mrs. Claus will be
giving her new slave Santa, permission to speak. So, he can tell his friends
how he got his new rosy red cheeks. Now with the help from an elf's wrench, Mrs.
Claus finished building Santa's new bondage bench....)
Can your dominant be your key holder in a long distance relationship?
YES! according to my Owner in a Q and A on her blog. You most
definitely can have an LDR key holder agreement.
But how is that possible with the distance between us? Might be a question
someone would ask. Well, first you have to trust each other. The dominant needs
to know that the sub is committed to being in chastity, and will not cheat. The
sub has to trust that once that lock snaps shut that their dominate will
keep them safe.
Ok. Trust is not the issues then and both parties have talked about what is expected from each other. You have selected the chastity device and decide upon a start date and a possible end date what now. In a real-life relationship the sub is locked in their cage and the dominate will hang the key around their neck to tease their subs. They also are able to get together to examine the cage and if it pleases the dominant they may decide to have some fun with their subs predicament and tease, edge and deny an orgasm.
"I'm going to count back from 10 to 1. When I say one you're going to fall deeper than before." I hear the erotic hypnotist say with her alluring voice. "Oh goody. Maybe it will happen this time. I say to myself, wondering if this time I will find out what a trance feels like. " 10, 9.....3, 2, 1(finger snap) SLEEP!" I hear in my headphones. But I feel the same. I am still aware of everything around me. "Whenever I say the word slave you will immediately fall into a deep trance and become very submissive to me. Your Mistress. You want to be Mistress's, slave, don't you slave?" "She said the trigger word." I say to myself as she continues to speak seductively into my ears. But nothing is happening. What am I doing wrong" I find myself asking out load? "Say out loud slave. Yes, I want to be your slave Mistress. Say it now slave." The sweet voice commands into my ears. "Uuuummm. Yes, Mistress, I want to be your slave." I pledge to the voice in my ears. I find myself compelled to keep listening. I find the word slave very riveting. "That's a good slave." She reward’s me with. "Now slave anytime you hear my voice say, slave. You will fall deeper into a trace. Do you understand slave?" She questions again. "Yes, Mistress I understand." I say out loud. "What!" I find myself
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My favorite fantasy starts with me sitting at a poker table. I have
been
playing cards for a while. Most of the player have already lost their money.
In fact there is just me and two other women left at the table. It has been
decided that this will be the last hand, so the betting cap has been removed.
We
have went around the table discarding and raising the pot. Finally, I am
sitting there holding four queens and the ace of spades. I feel very cocky
because I have already discarded a king and the ace of diamonds. I feel I
can’t lose so I make a big bet figuring I would scare and make the other
to player fold. The woman next to me falls for it and drops her cards. The
woman across from me is a friend. She looks at her cards than at me and
back at her cards and sighs and shakes her head no. I feel victory build in
me and I am about to celebrate. Then I notice she is counting her chips. "
I see your bet and raise you nine hundred." she says. "WHAT!!!"
my mind
screams. "She is bluffing" I say to myself as I watch her smile at
me. I do a
quick estimate of the pot and figure that there is about $4000 laying
there. I look at my hand then at the pot once again. I look across the
table once more at my friend. Her name is Holly. She is sitting back in her
chair looking directly at me with a penetrating gaze and a devilish grin.
"is she bluffing or isn't she" race through my head. One more glance
at my
cards. Hell, I can't fold with four queens and it's a pot of four grand.
"alright I will call." I say. I start counting out my remaining
chips.
Five hundred, six, seven hundred and eighty, ninety. One, two, three, four,five, six.
No, no no this can't be happening. I am holding four queens and I
can't
cover the bet for a mere $104 dollars. "what's the matter boy, you don't
have enough money baby?" Holly taunts me and blows me a small kiss with
her ruby red lips. "Come on then fold. Let's get this game
over with." Holly
said sensing victory. My head was racing. 4 thousand on the table, 4 queens
in my hand and I already discarded an ace and a king. I held the high hand.
That's when the light bulb in my head went on. "Alright then," I say
"Table
rules dictate we can only bet what we came to the table with. I purpose
Holly, if you agree. I will see the bet with my $796 dollars and me to make
up the difference." A GASP! went around the room. Holly raises an
eyebrow
and stared at me "let me get this straight. Your offering $796 and
yourself
to cover the bet. What does that mean?" Holly asked........
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