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Three girlfriends decide to check out a new fetish club that opened. As we reach nearer to the entrance, I being one of the girls overheard the doorman turn people away, because the club is exclusive to couples or groups in a M\s relationship.  When we reached the door we were asked how we identified our role. My two friends promptly replied "Mistress", fearing being turned away and having a great desire to see inside, I bowed my head and said "slave Sir". My two friend glanced at me in shock. The doorman said "welcome to Club Surrender ladies". As another woman approached me and locked a collar around my neck and attached a leash. The doorman said next " Ladies the clubs headmistress has issued an order that all slaves have to spend the night naked, with hands bound and on a leash." this time it was I who had the look of shock. I saw the doorman open the door to usher my two friends in and I heard him say " Have a pleasant evening ladies, your slave will be escorted to you, just as soon as she is prepared properly." At that same time the woman holding my leash, said harshly as she yanked on my leash " Follow me, SLAVE! Let's get you ready for Mistress and your Owner" and she leads me down a hall to another room, a dressing room. Once inside the woman turned to me and yelled: " Strip slave, get out of those bloody clothes and hang them up and be quick about it." I disrobed rapidly with my heart racing and not want to anger this amazon any. Once naked I hung up my clothing neatly as ordered. I then turn fearfully to face her once again. She was standing there staring at me soaking up my nakedness with an evil smirk on her lips. In her hands she held some leather wrist and ankle cuffs to match the collar I presently wore. "put these on slave and don't be wasting my darn time slave, you’re not the only pretty girl I need to get ready tonight. God, damn it girl I said hurry up! Make sure those cuffs are good and tight, good that's right I want to see your face cringe as you pinch those buckles close. 

Link to: Club Surrender

slaveallan68 Jul 26 '18 · Tags: club-one

Look at the stars dont they shine bright ?

Look at the moon cant tell hes looking at you?

The sounds of winds echoing through the trees the clam light breeze among your skin. The peaceful night you come to stay. Think about your stressful day. Relax here for a while the wolves begin to howel. They dont mean to fight on this peaceful place tonight. Can you smell the fresh pine off the trees tonight. Enhances your peacefulness here tonight. Look up and see the sky so bright as the stars begin to dance shooting across the sky. A peaceful place here tonight nothing to steer you away. Just hopes you gonna stay till morning's light. Will you come back again to this peaceful place? Will you stay till morning's light?

A peaceful place. 


purpleishypnotic19 Jul 26 '18 · Tags: poem
Another hour, another day pass with me wondering.

Wondering what it would be like to see you in front of me. To see your face so close to me. To see those eyes that can so easily take me. To feel your touch on my skin. To hear your voice in my ear telling me the things I need to hear from you.. I always knew I was yours, but seeing with my own eyes the way you look at me confirms it even more. I just hope, that if I would ever see you in front of me, that I'd be all you needed..

martha Jul 25 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
Trying to sleep the constant fear eatting away at my brain. The sounds of whispers of a voice i never before a voice tell me its gonna be okay. Do i trust this voice i start hear more clear its tone it message it hopefuls meaning beginning to rattle up among my skull. Do i listen do i resist. The a part me wants to give in to and parts brace the walls. I want to sleep i want to dream i want to wake up a everything to be sane. But those trouble doubts begin to fade as the voice my head tell mes i am not insane i only alone and need a friend someone to listen to someone to who cares for me. The constant regjections of my past seem to fade into the past the future seems clear and bright. Time to do what seems right. Listen to the voice and hopefully get some sleep tonight. 

Random poem

purpleishypnotic19 Jul 25 '18 · Comments: 1 · Tags: poem

My happy place

My happy place has nothing on the walls

Nothing on the floors. There is a door to my happy place when sometimes is locked but no keys open that door to my happy place. The entire room of my happy place is one color. Only one color that brings me peace and happiness. Sometimes i come to my happy place to be alone. Sometimes others may enter my happy place to keep me from being alone. My happy place is my own personal space a space that was created for me. I sometimes have a hard time entering my happy place but with the right push i can open up my door and step into my happy place.

There is a happy place for me. There is a happy place for you. But all put aside we all enjoy our own happy places. 

purpleishypnotic19 Jul 24 '18 · Comments: 1 · Tags: poem
I've been having trouble falling asleep lately and it got me thinking. I know hypnosis has been used as a treatment for insomnia but I don't know of any visual techniques that might help. As an interesting wrinkle, it seems that cool colors like blue are some of the best colors for hypnotic visuals overall, but blue lights coming from electronic devices is generally considered to have to opposite effect when someone is trying to sleep. I wonder why that is....
ztomms Jul 24 '18 · Comments: 5
I am looking for someone to control me i am wanting to be submissive. I want to be straightforward. I am very easy to control. Have your way and fun thanks 

There's a place in my mind where sun can not shed its light. The place is dark and cold a fortress of darkenss and unknown. Deep in that place there waits and hides a monster that wants to be releasex from his prison cell devices. Its trapped and locked away from the outside world. Each passing day and night the monster grows and growls. Rattling around in his chains and bonds. I can feel his strength grow and become stronger as i try to block him out. I must not enter the darkness of his domain. For he is  a beast with razor sharp fanges. There's a place inside my mind that the monster can hide but each day the light begins shine among his darkness exposing him to my world. All must be wary that if this monster escapes my mind the frabric of my world will become a recoking of evilness. 

So beware there is a monster in us all we just need to keep them trapped behind strong walls. There's a place inside my mind. Where a monster that awaits his time. 

Poem by Korey 

It was an honest mistake. She told me to look at her eyes. Her bright blues took me by suprise i was about to be hypnotized. My eyes glance toward hers as she started to speak. 

Can you please kiss me? 

She asked me as she placed her hand behind my head. I could not speak nor blink. She leaned in closley as her lips pressed among mine. I stood there letting her take control of me. My body was going numb and my mind was filling with erotic images and music. Tingling feelings spread through out me. I was weak and acceptable. She pulled back and looked at me and smiled as i stood there in a daze. Hey silly it was only a kiss she said.

Something i just came up with. 

purpleishypnotic19 Jul 21 '18 · Rate: 4

Are you looking to get into some Hyponosis themed Discords?  Here are a few to get you going!

First, there is the official Hypwatch Discord - https://discord.gg/6B52f7j

Now that's over with:

Hypno-Fetish - https://discord.gg/ekcJ5r3  -- Exercise Due Caution

Pattern Palace - https://discord.gg/BmuwH3v

Erotic Hypnosis - https://discord.gg/ctwq7zz

Mind Melting Machine / Mind Massaging Machine - https://discord.gg/Y55shKB

Not Hypnosis but including it for benefit of a few people:

TG/TV Paradise - https://discord.gg/Ku8k5jG (support Discord for transgender, transvestite, sissy, etc.)

If I screwed up any of the links or if you want to add more to the list, let me know.  HypnoHub.net also has a Discord, but they have it set to not allow invite links so you need to go to their website and go through there to sign up.

As a reminder, you can follow me on many social media sites to see new spirals.  The master list is at my Linktree.  New is that the high definition spirals are now looping on Tumblr and Ello (they've been able to loop here for a while when I don't screw it up).  On Vimeo, you can download copies of all my spirals from the comment page in 2k x 2k high definition, and they're free to use under the Creative Commons with Attribution (CC BY 3) - yes, even for commercial purposes you need only link to where you got the thing and if even that much is too much, lets talk.

SylvieTG Jul 19 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 5
I am curretly trying to find audio files that can I listen and enjoy . I  am looking for tons of different things but I cant really seem to put my finger on what i really looking for.

Hi you all, sorry if i didn't reply before, things are boring here. Vacation with parents tends to be... I will reply quicker when I grt to a place with more and better internet.

Nothing much happened today and I did not even had time to listen to a file... the craving is real, lol! The one funny thing at the restaurant with my mom and dad I was minding my own business when I saw a couple two tables away from us. Thr man looked rich and confident and the girl was dressed to the nines, showing off her slutty body... maybe she was a stripper or something? She had a slutty thick mouth with pouty lips and large tits, too round not to be fake. The moment I looked at her I felt the chorus of happy bimbo voices in my head go BOOOM and I was dizzy and giggly and horny for the rest of the evening and I think she caught me looking at her tits... thankfully once home I could relueve myself. I hope mom suspects nothing lol


BimboLara Jul 17 '18 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 1 · Tags: bimbo bimbofication triggers restaurants fake boobies
Given people had been asking me, I am posting this here. The story of how I became interested in bimbofication and why I am still conditioning myself.

It began about a year ago when I was still together with my boyfriend, M. He began to introduce me to hypnosis as a way to relax and let go of my (infinite) worries. It worked and it helped, a lot. So I began to give him free reign with my mind, more or less... he made me listen to a lot of new files, most of them TTS but a few with real voice (male and female). At the time I didn't know what they did only that I woke up from listening feeling refreshed, wet and slutty. And there's nothing wrong with that! So I kept listening. In time I began to develop sort of a breast fetish (especially fake tits as you can guess from my mail lol). 

Things went on like this for almost the full year, until M. left me for a blonde bitch. Just like that, on Valentine's Day, too. I was shocked and angry and lonely. I didn't know what to do and I think I turned to files as a way to cope, or to feel him close once again. I discovered a few new files and (these last few days thanks to people in the community) I traced down the files used on my by M. Mostly as I said the Bambi files (he surely wanted to turn me into a huge slut lol) and some other stuff from neuralnetandprettypatterns and others. 

Point is, what began as a way to cope had kinda turned into an addicktion... and now I can't stop. I turn to files to feel better and feel slutty. I love turning myself into a bimbo and as long as it's kept inside safe boundaries I don't mind being surprised with a trigger or two lol. So this is the story of how I became a bimbo, or at least why I want to become one I hope you had fun reading this!


BimboLara Jul 15 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: hypnosis, hypnosis , story, bimbo, bimbofication, files

to me

I am so blessed to have such thoughtful people in my life. Slave allan has generously offered to write another guest post for me. And while it was offered without any expectation of reciprocity, Mistress is going to hook him up. Friends promote their friends' projects, Allan's Blog go check it out after you catch up here. 
I was very interested in the exploit of one of her guest post and his edging challenge. As I read his post I couldn't help but wonder what that must feel like. Knowing that you have been ordered to edge yourself several times a day for a prolonged period. The original author mentions how frustrated he felt and how his penis was always dripping and felt like it was pulsing. I was eager to read the next post to see his outcome. Sadly, Mistress mentioned in her comments to me that there were no more installments coming. Talk about a reader being left on the edge (this time pun intended)So, I was wondering if I should take up the mantle and carry on the spirit of the post. Is there any readers of mistress's interested in asking her if she would like to make it so?
Guest Post by Our Slave Allan

slaveallan68 Jul 10 '18 · Tags: edgeing
Well finally I got my answer. Yes, you can get an erection from hypnoses if you have ED. Let me explain if I may. The prescription medication I take tends to be a little mean on the body when it comes to "Getting it Up" if you know what I mean. Well a year ago I started inquiring in hypnoses groups and with a few Dommes who's profile said they did erotic hypnoses. I asked the question "Can hypnoses give you an erection if you have erectile dysfunction?" I got a lot of response stating the obvious to talk to my doctor about my meds. But no one said yes or no to my question. Now fast forward to Saturday night. Let's just say I was home for the evening alone. After watching some tv and writing some emails I decided to do some YouTube surfing while I was lying in bed. I started off with your run of the mill vanilla searches but somehow by just pressing on the link on the side of YouTube I eventually found myself staring at a list of hypnodomme recordings. As I was scanning through the list I came by one of my favorite Domina's. I used to view a lot of her recordings before discovering FetLife. I was going through the title on YouTube, but I had view most of them already. I was about to type in another search when I remembered that the Domina had recording on a site called Soundgasm. So, I looked it up and sure enough she was there, and she had tons of new recording https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/02/omg-i-had-erection.html
slaveallan68 Jul 10 '18 · Tags: omg
This is the first chart I've made based on some interviews and experiments with subjects over the color type they prefer when using visuals to go under. The ages of the subjects interviewed are on the x axis, and the color options (ROYGBV) are on the Y axis. 
I tried to make the color scheme of the graph "topographic" so that you can imagine it as a map.
Dark brown, dark yellow = low chance of bringing someone under of age X with these colors
green = medium chance
browns= best bet for that age group.
This plot is the raw data, later on, i'll post this chart again with some smoothing done.

Below is a compressed chart- for this one I did a linear regression of the raw data then solved for hypnotic effectiveness as a function of color:

So this model (while not fully tested for statistical significance) gives us some pretty good ideas for color choice in subjects between my min and max interview age. Red is generally not liked (except pink sometimes) but orange and yellow improve as hypnotic colors as the subject ages. Green is not very effective with younger subjects but its effect seems to increase as the subject ages. Blue on the other hand, seems universally regarded as a calming relaxing color and is fairly useful when making visuals for subjects regardless of age. the effectiveness of violet seems similar to that of green, however violet isnt as effective as green is in subjects 45+. 

I'm still building these models, so there is plenty of room for other discoveries or even for information to overturn what ive learned so far! 

ztomms Jul 7 '18 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 5
Sometimes I have trouble keeping a conversation going, and I'm sorry for that. Sometimes I just don't know what to say either. Sometimes I have trouble saying I'm not interested. I'm not perfect and neither is anyone else. Good luck out there, if anyone reads this.
martha Jul 5 '18 · Comments: 6
The life, the dream can seem so out of reach.

It can be hard to turn it around when you feel so trapped in life.

It can be hard to see a change when it's been this way for so long.

It can be hard to be happy for others, when inside you feel lost and confused.

And sometimes you just have to smile, to make it seem like you're okay..

It can be hard to post a blog like this too..

martha Jun 29 '18 · Rate: 5
This is myy 2nd fembot hypnosis video 
Essexhypnotist Jun 13 '18 · Comments: 8 · Tags: #fembot #hypnosis
For the females that want to be hypnotized into fembots  this is for you 
Essexhypnotist Jun 8 '18 · Tags: #hypnosis, #fembot
Most of my BDSM experience comes fromt he realm of fetishes collectively called Pet Play. For those who don't know this is where a human is treated in a partial or full role of a domesticated animal. Since I mostly work with women, I've found the most common pet play types to be Cats, Dogs, Cows, and Ponies. However I've been wondering for a while if this breakdown is true for hypnosis subjects as well. Plenty of people into hypnosis enjoy being programmed with the role of a domestic animal; but does anyone think/know if hypnosis subjects have a fixation on pet types that is similar to the general population?
If not, I'd love to learn why that is- though at this point I couldn't even come up with a guess.
ztomms May 21 '18 · Comments: 5 · Tags: pet play
I'miss going to Orlando at the end of this month for a 3 day training in hypnotic orgasms.   It would be wonderful to have someone with which to practice. 
Renegade1 Apr 8 '18
You sit me down in a chair, tie me to it so I can't move.

In front of me is a large screen, and a huge spiral pops up. My eyes can't resist but stare at it. I can feel myself drop down so quickly, my mind emptying, my body becoming limp. Then I hear your voice so close to my ear, mmmmm. Talking to me, as my pussy gets wetter and wetter with each word you say. Your words are fucking both my body and mind at the same time. Mmmm. You tell me to cum. I can't resist your words, so I do..hard.. I fucking crave to experience that, you have no idea how much...

martha Apr 7 '18 · Rate: 4.78 · Comments: 9
I have a nonsexual subject who seems to have trouble going under and staying there. I've been trying to come up with a kind of litmus test to gauge a subject's level of hypnotic depth. Does anyone have any suggestions for questions to ask or tasks to perform that would be a good way to tell how much hypnotic influence a tist has over a subject on any given session?
ztomms Apr 4 '18 · Comments: 15
Since my last blog post about the use of color to influence a hypnotic state, or even perhaps to make one easier, I've interviewed 11 people on their color choices. This is a pretty small sample but it allowed me to put that programming class to work and I've generated some interesting (or at least entertaining models) for how human reactions to red and blue vary with age. (NOTE: small sample size means these numbers aren't to be trusted yet).
The reaction of a hypnotized mind to the color red seems to vary wildly from person to person. Assuming the relationship of hypnotic reaction is a more or less linear function with age, we get:
   Strength of Reaction = -2.42 + 0.9(age of subject)
This implies that hypnotized minds generally don't prefer red, and have trouble going under with it, but that this effect lessens as the subject ages. However this failed all of the tests for mathematical significance so again... it can't be trusted yet.
When looking at the reaction of hypnotized minds to the color blue, I think we've actually started to learn something useful:
    Strength of Reaction = 2.533 -0.14(age of subjects)
This means that hypnotized minds generally start out liking and going under easily with blue. This fact (aka the 2.55 in my scoring system) was actually Significant... only at a very minor level. So That implies that Blue is found to be relaxing across most people, but how that effect changes with age isn't as well known: the mathematical model seems to say that the effect of blue visuals gets lesser and lesser with the age of the subject... but that statement isn't backed up as well.

The hope is that, the more people I talk to about this, the easier it will be to actually help hypnotists develop the right visual for the right subject!
ztomms Mar 29 '18 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 7
I've always enjoyed hypnotizing a couple (either FF or MF) when I can find them. They seem to be exceedingly rare, though. I'd love to find a willing couple here, or perhaps someone who needs help introducing their wife/husband to hypnosis  
ztomms Mar 26 '18 · Comments: 5
I've talked about this before, but for those who don't know, one of the things I enjoy doing for subjects as a tist is the creation of customized visuals. I'll ask a subject about what the find relaxing, about what they experience during XY and Z and then use hypnosis.nimja.com/visuals to select and tweak a hypnotic visual so that it will specifically target the needs of that subject. (I've posted a few still shots of custom visuals on my profile).

While tweaking these, I always wonder if there was a subtle way to tweak a visual to cause a desired effect or increase susceptibility to something. Can as add a layer or detail to a pre-existing visual to make a subject feel more joy? anger? arousal? fear? etc. And if something like this is possible, I wonder if it is something uniform? Could there be a color, for example, which is more likely to make someone aroused than others? Or is this the type of thing that is also specific to the person.

If anyone ever reads this, I'd love to hear your thoughts!
ztomms Mar 24 '18 · Comments: 18
Do you guys think that hypnosis can be used to improve learning?
Do you think it might vary based on what was being learned, or example abstract concepts or physical skills?
What kinds of experiments could be done to test this? In terms of physical skill, i have a few ideas, but not as much in regard to more abstract things like reading comprehension or memorization
ztomms Mar 21 '18 · Comments: 9

I am a Gemini.  I don’t really put much stock into astrology, but I do know that I am and have been of two minds my whole life.  At my core, I am indecisive.  Sometimes it feels like there are two distinct people living inside of me, but when I try to examine them their lines become indistinct and watery.  While one drives, the other heckles.  Always a backseat thinker.  Always my worst critic.


Inner conflict drives people to meditate. It’s what drew me to hypnosis, I think.  When I trance, every part of me feels a comfort that is unhindered by worry or self-loathing.  I am totally free of myself, no longer watching my life from behind my eyes but living in a moment of total, ignorant freedom.


But that doesn’t last.


I get to wishing I were a stronger person.  I feel weak for wanting an escape, but I enjoy indulging fantasies wherein I give up control.  Am I so weak-willed that I can’t live my own life?  Are my submissive impulses really rooted in low self-esteem?  Could I see myself living out these fantasies in my 30s?  40s?  (Who’s gonna want me when I’m not pretty)


You can always have fantasies I guess.


I am married.  I love my wife.  She thinks I’m pretty.  I think she’s pretty too.  We take care of each other.  Sometimes, I think we enable each other, but we’re trying not to.  We are both anxious people.  We are private and we probably won’t make it to the thing at Greg’s house later. We don’t get out much.


My wife has hormonal imbalances.  They make her gain weight and they kill her sex drive.  I'm not lying when I tell her she is still very pretty to me.  We’ve been exercising more and smoking less, which has helped.  Occasionally the sex is very good.  She doesn’t like to have the lights on though.  We both aren’t great at breaking the silence, so no one talks.  We grope in the dark under the covers and if I’m lucky I get to go down on her which is my favorite.


I feel like I would be a better husband if I were more assertive.  More outgoing.  More decisive.  Truth be told, at my core I really love to follow.  Maybe I belong on a leash.

milkstripe Mar 19 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: blog
Well I guess a Warm heartfelt Hello to all is in order, You all can call me Spirit, I've been a self taught Hypnotist for quite a few years now, and what i enjoy about hypnosis is being able to see how deeply I can take people and also showing them how to relax, and express themselves. I can do erotic hypnosis, but mainly enjoy doing spiritual, relaxing and enjoyment hypnosis with people. I've been a Guide most of my life and helped friends along the way to be themselves. I met a friend years ago that made me see who I really was and I opened up to that, yes I am a tad bit submissive but I am also Strong hearted yet I do not call myself a Dominant, no I'm more of the Teacher that the Master these days. Which is why I come here now, I found this place through an accquaitance of mine, and I thought I'd check into it because she said she knew people from here, and also said, "You'd fit right in Spirit, there are people there that maybe you can touch the hearts of with that magic gift of yours." So I guess Here I am and I hope that yall will accept me for who I am and also accept yourselves for who you are too. It's a Pleasure to meet all of you and I am glad to be here too. Drop me a message sometime if you are a friend.
Spiritwithin Feb 26 '18 · Rate: 5 · Tags: spirit
Well I guess a Warm heartfelt Hello to all is in order, You all can call me Spirit, I've been a self taught Hypnotist for quite a few years now, and what i enjoy about hypnosis is being able to see how deeply I can take people and also showing them how to relax, and express themselves. I can do erotic hypnosis, but mainly enjoy doing spiritual, relaxing and enjoyment hypnosis with people. I've been a Guide most of my life and helped friends along the way to be themselves. I met a friend years ago that made me see who I really was and I opened up to that, yes I am a tad bit submissive but I am also Strong hearted yet I do not call myself a Dominant, no I'm more of the Teacher that the Master these days. Which is why I come here now, I found this place through an accquaitance of mine, and I thought I'd check into it because she said she knew people from here, and also said, "You'd fit right in Spirit, there are people there that maybe you can touch the hearts of with that magic gift of yours." So I guess Here I am and I hope that yall will accept me for who I am and also accept yourselves for who you are too. It's a Pleasure to meet all of you and I am glad to be here too. Drop me a message sometime if you are a friend.
Spiritwithin Feb 26 '18 · Rate: 5 · Tags: spirit

I just gave this answer to a newbie who is asking questions.  If any other newbies are reading here, they may find this helpful.

Question:  What is hypnosis?

Answer:     Any trick I can use to get you into trance.

The real question is, "What is trance?"

Trance is "unnatural fascination" or, put another way, "unnatural focus".

When I'm talking to an audience and notice someone is totally fascinated by what I'm saying, I can walk up to that person and say, "Sleep!!!"

Renegade1 Feb 25 '18 · Rate: 3
I've realized that you can't please everyone. I've also realized that it's hard to find people that understand me, the real me. I've had so many people just stop talking to me. I suppose those people weren't the right ones. But every now and then, you find even just one person that understands, and doesn't judge or criticize the way you are. Those are the ones you should hold on to. 
martha Feb 11 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4
I had an amazing experience today while chatting online. I was sharing some old memories with a new friend and while chatting he happened to use stumble across something that had been introduced into my head a few years ago. Wow Wow Wow it was immediate and intense and I would have never thought in a million years that I could still feel that kind of control after not hearing or reading it for so long.
mija Jan 30 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 10
Hi! Is there a hypnotist that can hypnotize me to become Elsa from Frozen? I am a man but loves Elsa. Thanks!
whydoicare Jan 6 '18

Ok, set up:  while she was awake, I primed pet with lots of "Now I've been hypnotizing you a few times today and your unconscious mind is wide open and receptive to me so I propose a game.  A race.  Between your conscious mind and unconscious mind.  Does that sound like fun?  Now I'm not sure who is going to win either so this is going to be very interesting to me as well.  Are you both ready?"
"Can you remember your name?"
Though I've made her forget her name many times before, this time that was the only set up.  And by golly, she could not remember it.  Inflection played a nuanced significant factor here as well, I believe.

She did recall the starting letter when asked,

And shook her head with each wrong name I offered, but did recall her name when I said it.  Again, inflection nuance is important here.  I wanted her to pick it out this time and I believe it was reflected in my voice.  I get the feeling that had I wanted her to pass over my mentioning her name, she would have picked up on it, and it would have happened.  I might just have to verify that.

good times

MisterMarlon Jan 6 '18
His voice is the only thing she can hear now. Nothing else matters, nothing else exists. His voice has turned her into all that she's dreamed of. During the day when she's going on with her life, in her mind is him..

"Come to me slave.." 

She can hear it, so clearly now. And again..

"Come to me slave.."

Everything just stopped. Her legs moved on their own to the front door, and when she opened it.. there he was. Her eyes immediately locked into his. 

"Good slave" he said. 

He then pulled out a collar, and a leash. She was his now. Completely his. Her old life was over forever, and her new one with Master was beginning...

martha Dec 23 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
She was on her knees. Normally she didn't like cum. She was disgusted by all body fluids, actually. As a good sub she had learned to tolerate cum, to accept it, although she prefered to go without. But she wasn't herself right now. The last conscious memory she had was when her Master asked her to lay down on  the couch, because he wanted to try something. And now, she could hardly think at all. Her mind was ditzy, bubbly, her eyes half-closed and rolling back. She didn't need to think, she just needed to sit there, on her knees, and convince her Master to gift her his seed. "Please Sir..." she mumbled "please can I have your..." just the mere thought of the word made her pussy tingle, "c-cum?" A wave of please went through her.

With her dazed look she saw her Master taking out his cock. She marveled at the glistening drop of precum that had oozed from the tip. She wanted it. No, she craved it, needed it. "Beg me to suck my cock.", her Master told her with a Stern voice. She knew what she had to do and placed her forehead on the ground, in front of his feet, with her hands next to her head and her hips arched backwards. "Please Sir?" She asked in her most humble voice, "Please can I suck your cock? I'll be your best cocksucker, please Sir?" She felt how he pulled her up by her collar. She looked around dizzy and disoriented. She felt his hand moving up, grabbing her hair and the thumb of his other hand opening her jaw. She couldn't resist, not a fiber in her would even come up with the thought of resisting anymore. She was molded like wax, to have nothing on her mind other than to receive her Master's cum. Her tongue rested on her bottom lip, as he slowly moved his dick into her mouth. 

She immediately felt intense pleasure deriving from this sensation. Wave after wave of horniness rushed through her body, while euforic joy battled with the sense of everything finally falling into place, as she was suckling on his dickhead. But one thought ruled them all: "More. More! More!!" She started moving her head, taking him in, with a lust normally reserved for starving people taking in their first meal in days. She was zoned out, focused solely on his cock, fucking her own face fiercely and enjoying every inch gliding into her throat. She needed to make him cum, that was all that mattered now.

She overcame with a sense of pride when she felt his balls tightening, his urethra preparing itsself; this was it. Suddenly she was pulled back by her hair. She opened her mouth wide, as her Master came, grunting. 

Every time before this day, when a guy came on her face, she had ran to the bathroom to wash it off in disgust. Today was not such a day. She welcomed his cum on her face like as if it was the first rain after a long period of drought. As soon as his cum touched her tongue, an orgasme hit her like a bucket of water being dropped on her. The pleasure became so intense, so overwhelming, that she nearly blacked out. She lay on the ground, her whole body pulsating, as she ran her tongue over her lips, trying to take in as much cum as possible. After an orgasm that felt like an eternity, she crawled towards his feet, trembling and later her head on his leather shoes. She was exhausted. "Thank you for using me Sir.", she spoke softly.

what happened to the hypnotising.org site?
speedoguy Dec 10 '17 · Comments: 2
I've been fascinated by hypnosis and mind control for as long as I can remember. I'm an experienced subject who's been trancing for roughly 10 years, though mostly through mp3 files. I understand this is a bit of a long shot, but I'm looking for a hypnotist who is a woman or non binary person to begin a dialogue that would ideally lead to an on going power exchange hypnotic relationship. I'm going to attach the results of a very interesting survey I took last night that might be helpful for learning where my interests lie, but I take joy in malleability. Will happily address all inquiries. 
SuperStella Nov 26 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
I have added 2 Free recordings so you can have the privilege of feeling just a taste of My sweet power & control. Right now I am giving you a chance to have a taste of Me to see who works out well for and with Me. I have and will be adding more free Files to get you started with now https://www.patreon.com/TheGoddessGoldie. W/we can speak more once you listen and see for yourself. 

Chat soon

Goddess Goldie

Swim guy here needing tist, in person or skype
speedoguy Nov 12 '17
She couldn't help herself one night. She knew Master would be home very late, but she needed him desperately. She repeated in her mind the words that he fills her with, again and again. First it was just in her mind. Then the words softly started escaping her lips. Oh how good it felt, amazing.. it aroused her incredibly, made her heart race. She needed something, more. She looked for her favourite toy, still repeating to herself and feeling the pulses of pleasure surge through her. When the toy finally touched between her legs, she almost lost it but she kept repeating those words.. 

I'm an obedient slave, I'm programmed to obey...

Over and over she said those words, she could feel her mind going blank and her orgasm building. The toy between her legs moving faster, her breath getting ragged as the words came out. 

I'm an obedient slave, I'm programmed to obey...

Then the orgasm hit her, waves and waves. She felt so amazing, so fulfilled. So.. needing more.

martha Oct 15 '17 · Rate: 4.33 · Comments: 1
Tips for being a successful hypnotist. Being a successful hypnotist is largely a matter of trust, expectation and belief. Just like in S&M play is it not unusual for hypnokink partners to be friends, not lovers. Trust can not be taken for granted. Just because someone allows you to play with their body does not mean that they are ok with you playing with their mind. Trust comes first because if you don’t trust your partner nothing else is going to happen. Tips to establish Trust Explain what Hypnosis is and isn’t If you’re not having FUN. Something needs to change. Like any other play consent is essential. There is a lot of misconceptions about what Hypnosis is and isn’t. You want to appear competent. Displaying an understanding of the topic without being preachy builds trust If a sub is in service to or protected by another Dom the rule is you ask the Dom for permission BEFORE playing with their sub. Expectation and belief. Your partner needs to believe that you are capable to putting them into trance and expect that you will do so at the time and place you are discussing. During the pre-talk ask them what they want to get out of the session. When you do use terms like “when you’re in trance…” or “once I have you hypnotized….” Never express any doubt as to your ability to hypnotize another. Your belief in yourself is just as important as your partners belief in you. The best way to build trust in yourself is to “practice, practice, practice” Learn as many different inductions as you can. No induction works 100% of the time. Learn how to create your own unique inductions, combining deepeners Playing with lots of others, either online or in person will absolutely require that you learn a variety of induction. Even if you only plan to play with your partner you should mix it up a bit.
LouLuck Sep 5 '17 · Rate: 5
We've received a few reports lately of people using private messages to spam members to lure them to their own pay sites/services, asking for credit card details, etc. Spamming of this nature is unacceptable and needs to stop now. Members are entitled to feel comfortable in engaging in personal private messaging with others, and that the other person is being upfront and isn't just there to covertly lure them to a pay site/service.

To be clear, we encourage our more professional members posting the occasional ad for their sites/services in the public newsfeed. Anything more than that, they can contact site management to negotiate some paid advertising space. But spamming in private messages for pay sites/services is not ok.

John512 Aug 11 '17 · Comments: 2
This Spiral has hypnotic language and what not but I like it as it was made by a SUB http://tinyurl.com/yd9d29b6
SPtist Aug 2 '17
I do love nimja, there is some hypnotic language but enjoy http://tinyurl.com/y9pkzuqv
SPtist Aug 1 '17
With the help of Nimja.com I made a spirall that I thought I would share to get opinions on. I will give words of warning before you view it, it does has some hypnotic language in it be aware, there is no awakener to it. Also it does have some flashing to it so if you have issues with seizures you may want to avoid it. Have Good Safe Fun. here you go http://tinyurl.com/ycybdm5v
SPtist Jul 31 '17 · Comments: 1
Sometimes I wish that I just didn't know, does that make sense? Like how I crave hypnosis, and how badly I want to experience it in person. I hear it's more intense. So, sometimes I wish I never discovered hypnosis, because knowing that I'll probably never experience it in person really hurts inside. Or even, my sexual curiosities. I wish sometimes I didn't know​ about those too, because being married kind of makes it impossible to explore them. Like my desire to be sexually dominated. Sometimes I wish I didn't have that desire, because it hurts knowing I'll probably never experience it for real. Be thankful if you are someone lucky enough to explore, because some of us discover these things too late, and are left with a feeling of emptiness inside.
martha Jul 28 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
Here, rather quickly I might add, on this little site where I was told to kneel and submit, I made my first foray in the trying to be a collared programmed online slave. I never expected much of this site besides videos to make me wet, but something about his tone and his command made me WANT to obey. I want to be mindless, just like all the videos said. It gives me pleasure to be walking down the street to lunch and accidentally think of the collar we put on me in our first session, and feel a little wetness fall into my underwear. I can't help looking for his message when I come home, and before I go to bed. Even writing this, as a show of my obedience, makes me wetter and wetter the more I write. I've become someone I didn't expect for him, a dirty, horny, obedient, pleased, creative, eager slave. I enjoy this, and I can only want more of it. My nipples have never been so hard, my cunt (yes I'll say that word as feminist empowerment) has never been so wet and so eager for so many nights in a row. I can't wait for more of his creativity, more of his commands, more chance to slip into that feeling of tingling that goes from my feet through my cunt and my nipples and straight into my brain. The slave wants more inductions, more handsfree orgasms, more programming to become totally and completely his with only the tug at the collar, and she can't wait to see what's in store.
zineb0709 Jul 27 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
This is a quick hypnosis script, it is designed to make you feel like a robot. The effects last a few minutes and no triggers are installed. Welcome to the Robot Workshop. Lie down on the table. Get comfortable and lie still. A mask is lowered from the ceiling and is placed over your mouth and nose, as you breathe deep and inhale the gas from the mask you begin to feel very relaxed, very calm. Your thoughts begin to cloud over. Breathing deeper. Relaxing deeper. Relaxing more, the gas overwhelms you in a pink fog, your thoughts clouded. Relaxed. Calm. Lying still, unable to move, breathing deep, relaxing deep, completely relaxed. A metal cap is placed over your head, probes from the cap slip into your brain unnoticed. Still you are deeply relaxed. Surrounded in a warm pink fog, the probes pulse. Your thoughts vanish. Your mind becomes blank. Your body is completely relaxed. Your mind empty and open, in your empty head you hear a voice "Robot programming commencing. Uploading. You are a robot. Your thoughts and mind are gone. You are a machine. You are programmed to obey. You are a robot. You are a machine. You are programmed to obey." As you lie still, your mind reprogrammed, arms come from the walls and work on your body. Adding mechanical components, turning you into the perfect robot. In your head you hear the voice "Robot programming complete." Now you will leave a comment stating your name then the words robot activated. After leaving this comment you will power down, you will sit still and your eyes will close, you will stay like this for 1 minute after which you will wake up open your eyes and the robot programming will have completely gone and you will be yourself again.
WillotheWisp Jul 24 '17 · Comments: 1
Looking for a Tist preferably female. Message me for Kik etc.
Someone make me not bored
AvgOtaku Jul 13 '17 · Comments: 5
I guess feel free to message me if you want to do something
AvgOtaku Jul 11 '17
I guess it’s helpful to understand the background of my training with Lady Penelope before we discuss, specifically, the effect of Her Subliminal Conditioning files. I’ve fetishized and fantasized about hypnosis for about 10 years. I started listening to erotic hypnosis files, to no real benefit or effect. I’d try and try, different hypnotists, different files, youtube videos, etc. Eventually, I sort of gave up and switched to the hypnotist side of things. After listening and focusing so earnestly, I picked up a few tricks, and figured that since there was nothing particularly mystical or magical to the practice of hypnosis, I could do it. And while I found an eager handful of ‘subjects’ to work with, to varying effectiveness, and varying levels of sincerity, I occasionally returned to my desire of being hypnotized myself. It didn’t take long for me to realize that as a male subject over 25 (by this time) I was hard-pressed to find a hypnotist willing to hypnotize me without some cost, so I started pursuing different hypnotists on niteflirt. Some were better than others. Some provided pleasurable experiences, yet were perhaps too dominant and ‘harsh’ for me, others too soft… Some were exceptional hypnotists, others seemed to know practically nothing of the art. About a year ago, after a (brief) hiatus from trying to be hypnotized, I found Lady Penelope Silke on Niteflirt. I purchased Her Erotic Play & Binding file, intending to use it as a tool to simultaneously experience hypnosis from a dominant woman, as well as reducing how much I masturbated (I felt that it was a negative factor in my life). That’s where this reality begins… I found that, after the first few times I listened to this file, the effects were becoming real, permanent, and overall more profound than other experiences with hypnosis that I’ve had in the past. It didn’t take long before I started reaching out to Lady Penelope Silke for phone sessions, and purchasing and exploring more of Her files. It was clear almost immediately that She is as compassionate as She is dominant and controlling. Wherever possible, I would train to Her voice and devote more of myself to Her, allowing her to addict me further as my training pulled me deeper into Her control. It was a progression over the course of a year for Her to become “Lady Penelope Silke”, to “Lady Penelope”, to “Mistress”, to “Goddess”, to “Dulchesa”, as I went from simply being me to being Hers. And as this evolution occurred, I became more responsive to Her words, and Her control. Over this year, my thoughts became more and more permeated by mantras and ideas of obedience to Her, as I trained for Her and worshipped Her voice, Her image, and Her control more and more. Recently, Dulchesa has released a new slew of files dedicated to a more subtle form of training. She provides a “Subliminal Conditioning” file now: a file that flashes words and images on your screen incredibly quickly (supposedly too fast for your conscious mind to accept, yet slow enough for your unconscious/subconscious to understand and absorb). I find that when I start the program, the words and images appear almost obvious (if, perhaps too quick to read completely), but after a few minutes at the computer, I don’t visually recognize that there is anything on my screen at all. Now, anyone sincerely devoted to hypnosis and subliminal programming is familiar with the notion that ‘subliminals’ are ineffective at changing the way someone thinks… That being said, as a devoted follower – an eager slave - of Lady Penelope, some part of my mind picks up on certain words, certain images, certain phrases that flash in front of me (yes, even as I type this), and my desire to submit to Her grows more and more. With these files running, I am constantly reminded of my obedience to Lady Penelope, and I am filled with eagerness to serve and obey Her more and more as certain mantras of obedience slip into my thoughts. I love the notion that Dulchesa has started experimenting with other forms of controlling and training Her subjects/slaves: She is allowing us to train to be Hers in whatever way is best for us. Perhaps this is through an hour long hypnosis file, or a live voice call for however long you have, maybe a 10 minute file for on-the-go, a file to run in the background constantly while you work on whatever other task you need to accomplish, or something to play in the night while you are deep asleep… She is not here to diminish the quality of our lives, or steal time from our obligations... Lady Penelope Silke only asks for submission, devotion, and obedience, so that she might brighten our life with Her presence, and She makes it sooooo easy and so very enjoyable to give Her exactly what She wants. And that’s exactly what leads me here. Dulchesa requested that I post about my experience, and I am only *too* happy to oblige. That being said, I am happy to talk more about my experiences, or answer any questions one might have, just let me know! - Her devout slave
TinyHypnoDude Jul 7 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
My boyfriend and I went to a party last night. </p><p>A guy there was doing hypnosis – that is, he was hypnotizing people if they volunteered for it. The hostess had hired him to provide entertainment for the evening. </p><p>When we arrived, the hypnotist was already working with a couple of people. My boyfriend wandered off to visit with someone. Meanwhile, I stood near the hypnotist to observe.</p><p>  It wasn't like those stage shows where they line up 50 people in a row – or even only 10 people. He did have five chairs arranged in a line, but only two people were getting his hypnosis treatment – and they seemed to be well on their way into an "induction," or whatever they call it when they first get zapped. </p><p>Other people at the party seemed to be casually watching the proceedings, or in some cases ignoring whatever was going on. </p><p>"Hi, welcome to the party," the hypnotist said, turning away from his subjects to address me. "Would you like to be hypnotized for the evening?" </p><p>"Uh, well," I hesitated while I tried to think real fast. "Yes, well, maybe. But it looks as if I might be interrupting your show – aren't these people already hypnotized?" </p><p>"They are getting there – they are excellent subjects." He took a large, laminated card with a lot of printing on it from the pocket of his sports coat. </p><p>"If you want to be hypnotized, put your beautiful bottom in that particular chair and this will get you caught up with these other two." He handed the card to me and pointed to a chair where I should sit. </p><p>Taken aback by his remark about my "beautiful bottom," I accepted the card and did, indeed, put my (apparently attractive) rump in the chair specified. A few fleeting, confused thoughts passed through my head at that moment. "He likes my bottom? He's doing a number on me already because, by sitting on the chair where he pointed, I was already obeying him. I obeyed him way too easily. Will I obey him so easily with the next thing he tells me? He likes my bottom? Oh, well, I guess I volunteered for this so I'll give it a try." </p><p>The hypnotist, I still didn't know his name, turned back to the other two people he was already working with, and appeared to ignore me completely. </p><p>The wording on the card – well, there was an awful lot of words on the card and I can't remember them all – anyway, the wording on the card thanked me for volunteering to take part in his show. It also said for me to not talk again until he addressed me personally, so that I would not take away from the experience of the others. </p><p>The card also claimed it was designed to hypnotize me and that it is perfectly fine if I don't believe this will happen. </p><p>Further instructions on the card told me to spread my feet and legs apart and lean forward resting my elbows on my thighs, just above my knees, and hold the card in a certain way so that I could read it but if I happened to drop it – the card would land between my feet where I could still try to read it. </p><p>"These people better not try to look up my skirt," I thought. It made me feel more than just a little bit vulnerable. </p><p>But most of all, the card described some sort of mental trick I was to learn. Namely, to listen for his voice without remembering what he was saying to other people. Identify his voice in my head, so when he spoke to me I would recognize him – otherwise I was to ignore and forget whatever it was he was saying. </p><p>And – to re-read the card as many times as necessary, even after it falls to the floor. </p><p>I determined to myself that I would hang on to that card, and not drop it. I could hear him talking with those other two, as if they were hypnotized already and he was in command. But I don't remember exactly what he told them to do. I kept my own self busy re-reading that card and ignoring whatever else was going on. </p><p>Somewhere along the line, it could not have been very many minutes, my attention to my hands must have faltered because I lost my grip on that card and it fell to the floor between my feet. </p><p>Following its instructions, I continued to try to read the card even while it was on the floor. Less than a minute later, the hypnotist picked up the card and rubbed my shoulders, telling me to relax. </p><p>Golly, that felt good – my whole body relaxed and I slumped forward with my face hanging down between my knees. </p><p>– – – – </p><p>The hypnosis demonstration seemed to last only a few minutes. I felt more than a little disappointed because, as far as I could tell, it did not work on me – I had not been hypnotized. Well, except that I did manage to relax myself physically, when I followed the directions of the hypnotist. </p><p>He congratulated me for my progress and told me to seek him out for another session after I had enjoyed the party for a few minutes. </p><p>When I visited the refreshments table for a cup of punch, a girl asked me "How does it feel to be hypnotized?" 
</p><p>"I wish I knew," I replied. "I was very relaxed, but I didn't get hypnotized yet. You heard him, didn't you? We will try again in a few minutes."  </p><p>"Yes, I heard him say that," she said. "But I also heard him tell you to forget something. How does it feel to forget something that way? To forget something just because someone else told you that you must forget?" </p><p>"It doesn't feel like anything. I don't remember anyone telling me to forget anything." </p><p>"Oh, yeah. He told you to forget that, too. He told you to forget that he told you to forget something. That's an interesting concept, isn't it?" </p><p>"Is that so? And exactly what else did he tell me to forget?" 
</p><p>"He told you to forget that you had been hypnotized. And, he told you to wait a few minutes and ask him again to try to hypnotize you." </p><p>"He also gave several people a few keywords or phrases which will cause you to do something when we say those words to you. And, it's specific people who may do this. If anyone else says those words, it will have no effect on you. Only a few people around the room are able to do it." </p><p>"What words?" I asked, incredulously. "Which people?"</p><p>  "Nobody is supposed to tell you. He called them posthypnotic trigger words. The whole idea is to let you have fun trying to figure out your trigger words and who is authorized to use them. Those other two who were getting hypnotized when you arrived – they've also been given some trigger words. I'm pretty sure they don't remember it, either." The refreshments girl paused a moment, apparently to enjoy watching the astonished look on my face. She smiled slightly as she continued, "so, we're going to wait a little while before we decide it's time to see you do one of your posthypnotic tricks." "Let me see if I understand this correctly. Several people in this room – I don't know how many – can say something to me – and I don't know what it is they might say – and I'm supposed to do some sort of trick for them – and I don't know what it might be that I might do. Is that what you're telling me?" "Yep, that pretty well sums it up," she said smugly. "And what if I just happen to decide not to do any posthypnotic tricks? What's anyone going to do about that to make me?" "Oh, that would be alright if you try not to do it," she continued with her smug attitude. "In fact, I hope you do try to resist. That will make it so much more interesting for the rest of us. Nobody will make you do anything. Except, we expect that you will make yourself do it. It's fun to watch someone struggle against a posthypnotic assignment." She paused a moment before she continued, "At first it seems like it's such a small matter, a tiny urge that you hardly notice. An idea just pops into your head to do something. At first it seems so easy, to do it or not do it. Until you realize that the more you try to resist, the stronger the urge grows until it becomes a compulsion and you discover you simply must do it. At least that's how it was for me the time I volunteered for hypnosis. Of course, it may be different for you – we shall see, won't we?" "This is ridiculous, I haven't been hypnotized," I replied defiantly. "Are you telling me that you've been given one of my trigger phrases? Give me a hint – tell me what it is." "A hint? All right I can tell you this much – it wasn't just a trigger phrase for you. It was two trigger phrases I can say which will affect you. So far, you didn't even notice the first one." "Two? And you've already used one of them and I didn't notice? What was it?" "Tell me how you feel when I ask you 'how does it feel to be hypnotized?'" "How do I feel? I feel fine. I feel like you are a really interesting person and that it's fun to talk with you. I feel like you are interested in me and interested in whatever I might have been doing with the hypnotist. I feel like I want to tell you, again, that I wish I could find out how it feels to be hypnotized, but I haven't been hypnotized yet. It's like I could hang out with you for the entire evening because you're so much fun to be around." "Yes," she said, as if she had scored a point. "You will have to think about that for a little while before you recognize the trigger hidden in what I said." "Okay, I'll think about that – as if there's a trigger or secret message in what you said. So, do you have a hint, or whatever, about your so-called second trigger for me?" I asked. She paused thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Look, I am enjoying this conversation, but when I say your phrase, you're probably going to walk away. So, promise me you'll come back and visit me here at the refreshments table as soon as you can, okay?" "Well, since I was not hypnotized, I don't see what harm those words can do. Yes, I'll come back and talk with you some more. What is the phrase you have for me?" "You have a beautiful bottom," she said quietly but clearly. What's all this fascination with my bottom? I was thinking to myself – but I did not think that thought for very long, because I found myself quickly walking away from the refreshments table. In fact I was moving through the crowd politely but with great efficiency, going back to that original chair where I had been reading that card. As soon as my beautiful bottom was firmly planted in that chair, I stuck my legs out in front of me, as if I were resting them on an invisible ottoman, and raised both my hands and arms high above my head and shouted, "All Right Everybody! I'm Ready to Get Hypnotized Again!" Suddenly, the whole party went quiet – everyone was looking at me! "What did I just now do?" I asked quietly. "Offhand, and this is just a wild guess," someone said with dry humor dripping from his voice, "I suspect you just now followed one of your posthypnotic assignments." Nearly every person in the room giggled or laughed – as if I was being left out of some sort of joke. "Posthypnotic?" I asked. "But I've never been hypnotized." "Yes, we pretty much thought you would say that, especially after he told you to forget all about it. Tell us, why are your legs sticking out? And why are your hands in the air? Can you put them down?"
JamSandwich1 Jul 4 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 20 · Tags: first hypnosis, posthypnotic suggestion, party hypnosis
Elemental Entanglement is waiting for you now… Creating this one involved more of Myself than I had expected. (Also there may have been several technical issues and limitations that had Me daydreaming of manifesting chainsaw hands and destroying everything.) So go get it. Let yourself get way too into it. Then tribute the fuck out of Me and clear My wishlist - I deserve it and you know I’ll spend that money better than you will. Delight your Goddess. Go on now… My Wish is your command. Come enjoy My earthly delights… https://rivernixie.tumblr.com/post/162286181358/elemental-entanglement-is-waiting-for-you-now
RiverNixie Jun 28 '17
Just take a moment, won't you? And think about what it might be like, if you had imagined, going so deep , and as you had done this, being fully aware of that wonderfully gradual sense, of relaxation, once the realization of trance , had fully settled unto yourMind. . . and as you imagined this, wondering if the breathing made it easier, to grow relaxed more quickly, or gradully focus only On my words only, thinking, about a wonderful time you had felt. So deeply entranced Now focus, on this memory as you go ten times deeper even than then. Breathing deeply, tensing the muscles with the breath, and continuing to release this Ball of all the days stress, with each breath, as you read on. And as you focus, on, Trancing Now, going ten times even more deeply still focused. . . On My Words. . . having realized, their importance, in theze NOW noticeable feelings of surrender to your desire to give in to Your subconscious. Which is telling you, all that it has heard is welcomed eagerly, isn't it? Yes, and once one realizes how easily this is done. Its done ten times faster each time, rite? Because that's what mastery is. To be able to do something better and better each time. Like going deeper into this feeling of Trancing Now . feeling that it gets better and better each time. Even things like surrender, seem to take you. Deeper and deeper, each and every time you notice that your, Trancing Now, aren't you. Knowing that the comment, trAnce Feels Good , can very easily be made, to show how easily one could find themselves agreeing, don't you? So as you focus, on how each breath gives you this next new opportunity, to feel such a feeling of bliss, as intensely as you think you could handle. And enjoy the feelings of calmness and tranquility, that seem to pleasantly haunt your thoughts, like helpful poltergeists, and that's quite an interesting thought, is it not? Well, tatah fo Nao my new assortment of readers!
HypnoDjinn Jun 27 '17 · Rate: 2.50 · Comments: 4 · Tags: hypnosis script
(This is a work of fiction told from a sub’s perspective. This isn't based on real events, but real events may be based on this. Enjoy.) My boyfriend of several years and I just had our first real fight. It was over something crazy, too. The other night, we were watching TV together and this commercial came on – you know, the kind that just makes you cringe… Well, right as it starts and I get that little cringe shiver, my boyfriend asks me, "So, when do you want to have that three way with Beth and me?" I just looked at him, and his whole face went pale. We fought all that night until I left. He tried everything to get me to stay, but I was so pissed at him that I just didn't listen. The next day, he showed up at my apartment with a single red rose and apologized. It was just so sweet that I couldn’t help but forgive him. However, I had to know why he thought I would ever agree to what he wanted. That's when he confessed to me that he had found what he called a "workaround". I told him to tell me all about it after I got changed, so he sat on my sofa as I put the rose into a vase. As I got changed, I could hear him humming something familiar. I listened, and it was our favorite song. I couldn't help but sing along as I was changing; the song was just so catchy that I caught myself dancing in the mirror. Blushing, I realized that I was supposed to be mad at him, but I was just in such a good mood that I decided to act like I was still upset so he would tell me what this workaround was. I did my best to stomp into the living room, hiding my blush, and then reiterated that he tell me everything. He just smiled at me and told me how beautiful I was, and that my outfit looked good on me. I had forgotten that we picked it out together a week ago. I was flooded with happy memories, but I had to stay focused. Again, I demanded that he tell me everything. He took a deep, long breath and after letting it all out, he started. He told me how after being together with me for so long, he learned all my quirks: how I liked my coffee, what kind of foods I eat when I am upset, and all the things that make me happy. One of the items on The List of Things He Learned About Me was how to ask me to do things he knew I normally wouldn't want to do. I thought for a moment, then looked up at him. "Like what?" I honestly couldn't remember doing anything with him that I didn't like, let alone anything I didn't want to do. He told me about the time we went to see that ultra-violent move some years ago. Before that movie, l never really liked action films. Ever since that movie, though, I have loved them. That's when it hit me. There were a lot of things that I’d never tried before I met him that I now loved doing. I blushed a bit and tried to hide my face, but he just smiled. I wound up loving all of those things, so it wasn't a bad thing that he could get me to try them. Doing my best to hide my reddening face, I looked up to him and again asked, “So… how do you do it?” His smile got a bit bigger. It made me shiver; something about that look made me want to know even more. He explained that whenever I was distracted with something, like watching TV or cleaning, I would default to an “ask me later” kind of answer. He worked out the perfect way to ask questions so that with three simple inquiries, I would be willing to do whatever he wanted. I know it sounds crazy, but after a thorough explanation, it made a lot of sense. First, he would ask, "Hey honey, would you like to do so and so?" and without thinking, I would reply, "I don't know, maybe.” I remembered all of the times that I would say that, just because I wasn't really focused on the words or the question. I giggled to myself, oddly happy that he knew me so well. The next thing he would do was, once again when I was distracted, ask, "Hey honey, when would you like to do so and so?" I would again answer, without thinking: "I don't know… whenever you think a good time would be." I only kind of remembered saying that; it’s one of those foggy memories. You know, the ones that you only kind of remember when someone brings them up. It felt right, though, and I trusted him. I just nodded, slightly doing my best to keep eye contact. Finally, he smiled the kind of smile that made me melt, and told me the last step. When I was once again distracted, he would ask, "So when do you want to have that three way with Beth and me?" and again, without thinking, I slid his cock out of my mouth, smiled up at him, and said, "As soon as I am done sucking your cock, Master.” I went back to sucking, happy to have a boyfriend who knew me so well. Even the sexy outfit he had picked out for me was a perfect fit: a harness with rings just the right size to fit around my nipples, and a collar engraved with his name on it. I can't remember what we had that fight about, but I know it must have been something I did. Master knows me so well that he would never have done something to upset me.
saaass Jun 7 '17
Hello there! My name is James. I've been mesmerized (no pun intended) by the idea of hypnosis. The idea of letting go and letting someone else take control for a while. The thought of having someone else command and control is so thrilling and amazing. The idea that I could be controlled by simple words or phrases is astonishing. I just want to see how far down the rabbit hole goes. And i'm open to anyone giving it a shot with me ^_^
hypnotest May 18 '17
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I have recently become the pet of a wonderful Mistress. She is very kind and caring. She has put herself out and given up things just to have me. She is truly an exceptional person.

She has been going through a lot in her life lately. People she thought were her friends started to distance themselves. Instead of being supportive, they yell at her and tell her she is doing everything wrong. What she needs are true friends who support her and encourage her.

It’s a shame that some people don’t see her the way that I do. Mistress is the total package of brains and beauty. Yes, I’ve seen her and wouldn’t change a thing about her. She has a way of bringing out the best in people. She has made me a better person.

It pains me to see what a few insensitive people have done to her. I wish there was some way I could convince her how wonderful she is. Maybe people will read this and realize the friendship they are missing out on. She is a remarkable woman and it’s an honor to be her pet.

meconform2u Apr 26 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 4
I really need a tist... even just for one night... I'm craving a hypno session. Something very erotic...
Kinky_Submission Apr 24 '17 · Comments: 2
"Right here, right now." His eyes came back into focus, or maybe opened-- he was a little unsure. He blinked a few times. Sitting across from him, she grinned. "How did that feel?" It took him a moment to find his voice. "Good. Relaxing. I... kind of started dreaming for a while there, I wasn't paying so much attention to what you were saying, I'm sorry about that." "No, that's all right. I told you to do that." "You did?" He thought back. He remembered her talking about drifting. Had she said something about it being okay to stop paying attention to her words? Maybe. That did seem familiar. "Yes, I did. And you did it exactly right. You're very good at following directions." Something about her saying that made his face feel hot. He looked down, embarrassed. She said nothing, waiting. Eventually he started to feel even more embarrassed by the silence than by his own reaction, and he slowly looked back up. She was still looking steadily at him, smiling slightly. Approvingly. Her eyes were wide, open, direct, meeting his with all of her attention. Again, he noticed how clear and pretty the color of her eyes was, prettier than he could imagine anything else in the room being. Riveting. "Are you ready to try again?" It took him a moment to register her words, and he blinked. She grinned, and he shook his head to clear it, took a moment to look around the room. After a second he realized that his head shake could have been interpreted as a no. "Um, yes. Hang on a second." "It's all right. Shake it out, get comfortable." She grinned again. Taking her at her word, he wiggled his body all over, ending with rocking his butt from side to side in the chair. Then he took a deep breath. "Okay," he said. He looked up at her again, met her eyes. She gave the tiniest of nods. Then suddenly, her index finger was in front of his eyes. "Right here, right now," she said. His eyes locked on her finger. She was saying some more things, but he'd already lost track. For some reason, he was daydreaming about getting ready for a really special occasion. It had some of the feel of a super important job interview, and some of the feel of a really hot date-- except maybe a first date? But whatever it was, he was very much looking forward to it, and he wanted more than anything to make a good impression. He'd showered and shaved, and put on the tiniest hint of an afterthought of colone, the brand one of his girlfriends had been super into-- just enough to remind *himself* to think sexy thoughts. Maybe that meant it was a date. He was putting on his nicest suit-- the one that had always made the same girlfriend catch her breath when she saw him dressing in the morning. He had a moment of confusion with the slacks when he realized he'd forgotten to wear underwear, and he wondered if that was going to get him in trouble later if this *was* a date, but somehow that thought was hard to hold onto; it just wasn't as important as getting ready. He was going through all of the preparations and little rituals he did for getting ready for a really important occasion, and for getting ready for a very exciting and sexy date. Somehow it all ended in just looking at himself in the floor-length mirror in his bedroom, feeling confident at how good he looked, and noticing how each individual aspect of his appearance, bearing, and grooming was specifically chosen for *someone else*'s pleasure. And then a really weird whim struck him. And suddenly, to the beat of an imaginary track of slow, grinding, sexy music, he was taking his clothes back off. He turned his back to the mirror, playing to in imaginary audience on the other side; but since teasing was the point of a strip-tease, he kept turning around to the mirror again, his back to the "audience," and he noticed that when he took his clothes of *this* way-- in slow, teasing, sensual burlesque style-- he kept all the comfort and confidence and sexiness, all of the emotional charge of *wearing* those clothes, even while he was taking them off. Finally, he was stripped completely naked, facing the mirror and ready to turn around for his act's final reveal, when... He felt hands on his shoulders. "Right here, right now." He was looking at her face in the mirror, beside and a little behind his own, where she was speaking into his ear. In the mirror, where he was standing in front of her, completely naked. The funny thing was that standing there, looking at himself naked in the mirror, he *did* still feel a lot of the confidence and comfort and sexiness that he had in his daydream. Even while he was also... well, actually, not mortified, but a bit shy, about realizing that he had just stripped naked, in front of her, under hypnosis. And he still had that sense of anticipation, of being about to do something very important. Her face was gone from the mirror, and he realized that she had quietly stepped back. He turned, and saw that she had returned to the chair she was sitting in before, and was casually but purposefully seated there, occupying it like a throne. She looked somehow like a seated monarch, a goddess, but still her eyes were prettier, more compelling, than he could imagine anything else in the room being. Riveting. She looked deliberately down at the floor in front of him, and somehow he knew she meant for him to kneel. He still had just enough self-consciousness about his body to wish that he could kneel more gracefully than he did, but as soon as he'd awkwardly folded to his knees he forgot about his body completely, pinned again by her eyes. Sprawled on her throne, she spread her legs apart, and he noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing underwear either. She pointed. "Right here, right now." He hastened to do her bidding.
To any who read this I ask for only your understanding as I bare my soul. I'm writing this blog to put down into words what I'm feeling but can't tell anyone. I may update it every now and then as the desire goes. Feeling very much an outsider in the vanilla world but also an outsider to the world of other outsiders. I just can't find where I fit in.
All the emotions and feelings long since forgotten come flooding back with a vengeance. 23 years a voyuer, never fully exploring these aspects of my sexuality, never committing to one world or the other. I'm now left to endlessly wonder how my life would have been had I sort out and taken the plunge with others who share my desires when I was so much younger.
Now I'm older I live with that regret. I'm very much a submissive but also with a chronic need for acceptance and a place to fit in and be myself. But so much has changed in my life since those younger days. How would my wife take it knowing deep down I'm a different person with kinks she doesn't share. I'm very much in love, but there is no lust to go with it.
Thoughts and fantasies left unfulfilled for far too long. Realising after nearly 40 years your not a monogamous sexual person, but knowing you can't do anything to change your situation is quite depressing.
Coming to the realisation that you don't feel comfortable in your own skin, and knowing you really never have hits you with a very tangible and physical pain as well as a mental one.
Looking for an escape, if only briefly, becomes very consuming.
I have had some fun in the hypnosis world, brief moments of ecstasy and pleasure but nothing has stuck and lasted so far. Nothing I can return to when I need it, no instant trigger, no lasting relationship.
The battle to keep vanilla and kink seperate holds me back. The agony of being so close yet so so far away burns. Years of secret desires weighs heavy.
There is nowhere I feel I won't go to find my escape, to find my release. So far it feels a fruitless endeavour, a fools quest but one I can not stop.
For now that is all. Writing this down makes it real. For some you never really say something unless you write it. It also brings clarity to the mind, a sense of direction. What my future holds I don't know, but the unknown is the adventure of life.
Kindest regards.
aussyhypsinnamon Mar 6 '17 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 2 · Tags: searching
Please, have in mind this text is a hypnotic induction with some sharing suggestions. Enjoy it!

Rain can be really hypnotic.
You just need to watch it in the right mood...
imagine yourself confortably seated...
in front of a large window...
relaxed, calmed...
enjoying the moment and the silence...
just slightly broken by the sound of some drop...
some drop softly hitting at the window...
while you keep comfortably watching...
letting your mind drift away...

Not every rain happens in a cloudy and dark day.
Imagine you are watching the rain...
listening to the drops...
in a sunny day...
a spring-like day when rain falls...
while the sun is shining...
and you can enjoy those reflections...
that light makes with the drops...
those rays of color...
araising, shining from every single drop...
focusing there all your attention...
and also to my words...

Rain keeps falling softly...
cleaning the atmosphere...
removing step by step the air pollution...
same way it cleans your mind...
removing step by step all your worries...
your own pollution...
relaxing yourself more and more...
with every drop that fall...
with every word you read...
feeling yourself real good...
comfortably watching rain falls...

It feels so soothing for you watching the drops fall...
that you just let yourself drift away...
enjoying the comfort...
the calm...
the well-being it makes you feel...
noticing how drops fall...
as you also drop and fall...
in a full relaxation...
as you keep reading my words...
feeling like bright raindrops...
sliding through the window...
as your conscious mind...
in a lovely trance...
safe and pleasant...
feeling how all your worries dissapear...
melt away...
fade out...
and you feel very happy...

You feel very happy...
as rain keep falling...
because each and every drop makes you feel better...
each and every drop makes you fall deeper...
and the deeper you fall...
the happier you feel...
as you notice all those pleasant feelings...
emerging and growing inside of you...
feeling every kind of pleasure...
as your happyness grows...
with each and every drop...
with each and every word...
noticing how you are floating with them...
in a wonderful bliss...
your mouth shows a smile...
as you watch rain fall through the window...
feeling yourself comfortable and safe...
in this pleasant way...
so pleasureable...
and happy...

You desire to lose yourself in those all wonderful feelings...
letting my words guide you there...
without any need to think about anything else at this time...
just feeling each and every drop falling...
as a drop of pleasure...
making you feel even better...
guiding you to fall in a deeper trance...
each and every falling drop...
each and every word you read...
giving up to your pleasant feelings...
enjoying the bliss and pleasure...
that watching rain fall makes in you...

And while you enjoy each and every raindrop...
while you give up to your feelings...
enjoying all those pleasure emerging...
and growing...
you also can feel a desire...
the desire to let other people know...
how they can also feel this wonderful pleasure...
a desire that keep growing...
along with all those other wonderful feelings...
with each and every drop...
with each and every shine...
with each and every word...

As all other feelings you enjoy now...
this sharing desire feels so delightful...
and you know then you share it...
it will boost all your other pleasant feelings...
because when you share this text...
and comment here...
"I love to drop with the rain"...
you will feel how those feelings grow...
how they grow even more...
becoming stronger and more pleasurable...
and as they grow you will be awaking from this trance...
reconvering awareness of your surroundings...
focusing back into your reality...
while you keep and enjoy all those pleasure fully conscious...
knowing you can read this text...
again and again...
to get better and stronger pleasure...
knowing you can contact me if you wish too...
that everything is fine now...
that you love to drop with the rain...

So until you are ready to make that happen...
you just watch the rain falling...
and enjoy this wonderful time...
falling with each and every drop...
with the rain...
srHypno Feb 12 '17 · Comments: 11 · Tags: hypnotic, induction, trance
Knowing what you are presently knowing

Feeling the feelings and sensations, the ones from the heart and skin,

Preconceptions can become obvious, then transparent. Inviting deeper insight.

The brilliance of our physicality, reactions and impressions

Comes to the forefront and recedes, supplanted by other thoughts

You gently leave your fixed concepts, behaviors, and thoughts Behind

Things can become DIFFERENT

From normal waking consciousness

In so many different ways

Even any fixed thinking becomes something one becomes free from

We need to continue to create, recreate, draw from and recollect ourselves

To established happy learning avenues,

Stay streets ahead in the awe of true mystery,

And re-associate states of pleasurable experience with mastery and competence.

The continual asking

How is wholeness? When is peace? Which constitutes them?

Where is Passion? Curious?

When we are full engaged

When we wish to become and feel fully alive

Where can we find it? How is it created?

Do we find it? Create for ourselves?

Give to others?

Does it find us?

We also can to pay attention to our secret selves

Parts only we know about.

Our shadow selves

that block the sun from reaching us or others.

We must become relevant to those aspects

as well as see how they are relevant to us.

We can find our unhelpful trances becoming apparent, reminders to wake up from them.

In some sense the ultimate freedom is the freedom to heal, to make better

And no-one can know exactly what you need to

And how best to heal from the inside than you do.

It is your inside that you can be at ease with and share present moment by moment

Dynamic interactions with, free from fear, full of peace, and feeling whole.

The best way I know of to thank the unconscious mind

is to strive to cultivate senses of compassion and humility,

The same as you would wish your unconscious is directing towards you.

Moment by moment and situation by situation,

This focus of keeping your conscious mind aware of, grateful for and learning

From your unconscious mind can help you

Attain the rewards of being a reflective beacon of same.

MisterMarlon Feb 3 '17 · Rate: 4
One of the more challenging aspects of hypnotic trance, sometimes, is the achieving realization that a trance can happen or, that a trance is currently happening. The interplay of the conscious mind and the unconscious mind is so constant and follows us through so many states of consciousness that those experienced in going inward might be used to being in various states of trance, the switching into an inward focus for such a person presents no obstacle or resistance to mark the occasion. Similarly, one who is convinced they are relatively unused to this inward focus may also find the terrain so familiar, it is not unusual to ask "Was that a trance? Am I in trance now?" And actively trying to determine if a trance is or was achieved seems occasionally counter-productive to actively achieving the state.

Analysis and experiencing tend to be mutually exclusive of each other. For some trance is a lot like falling off of a log, just relax and a natural force of gravity takes over and we find ourselves on the ground floor without having to do anything other than observe our travels from log to foundation. Other minds like to track the increments which can keep the conscious mind in the forefront of experience and does not permit the unconscious mind to become the dominant leader of experience.

To you I suggest this: With difficult problems, you want to make an interesting pattern to follow, to utilize and answer to the pattern rather than the problem itself.

Where does the breath turn around in the body? What are the beliefs and patterns of behavior I can follow into my deepest self? That attend my attention and help me tune into inner realities? Which distractions break me out of habitual mental frameworks? What implications, questions, puns, etc. inspire unconscious searches I can give permission to? Why do autonomous and seeming automatic behaviors such as closing eyes, raised fingers, anesthetizing hands and arms convince us hypnosis is taking place? How does creating expectancy, looking forward and inward to the next thing your unconscious mind offers up for experiencing, examination, lays the groundwork for an even deeper trance experience?

Potentials, possibilities continuing just as you are, following the now is interesting. The pattern of change, changes itself and with open relaxed attention, we can follow our changing mind into the fundamental unchanging parts that wait for us there.

MisterMarlon Feb 3 '17 · Rate: 4
If each and all experiences come from the interaction of the conscious mind with the unconscious mind, it is not an impossible leap to conclude that practically every experience, held in the right context of conscious awareness, can deepen our understanding and appreciation of and ability to trance. Activities requiring our best abilities to focus and make conscious decisions are not the best places to explore trance and alternative states of mind. Better times and places, where and when you can relax, daydream, even drifting off are much more suitable. Take care of any potential distractions - phone, timers, visitors, pets, lights, noise, discomforts, schedules, etc. should all be minimized in their ability to interrupt the cultivation of pleasant anticipation of further inward focus. Other subject to improve experience and learning

(1) Knowledge of Hypnosis - Studying beforehand and afterwards about hypnosis makes it easier to tell when it is happening and what can be expected. It helps address concerns and answer questions knowing your have read or heard about the subject and that you are committed to learning even more.

(2) Perseverance - Sticking to a plan or goal of inner exploration yields far greater rewards than half-hazard or whimsical schedules. Finding the right balance between overtaxing and under-attempting is a challenge for everyone because we are all different from one another and even ourselves from one time period to the next. Being more consistent than not, yet able to re-evaluate and replan as needed gives you a long way in establishing the deepest relaxation and happy expectancy found in the best trances.

(3) The First Hypnosis/the last hypnosis - Let each attempt to trance carry within it the seeds of being the first attempt and the spirit and commitment of it perhaps being the last attempt. A beginner's state of mind that has as few preconceived notions as possible mixed in with the desire of a completeness and acceptance if an imagined final return to the place where resides our oldest and dearest companion and friend, the unconscious mind. This prepares us to be deeply sensitive, grateful, eager, open and thoroughly present with whatever presence and presents out unconscious mind can give us. Each and every time we should strive for this mixture.

(4) Understand the strengths of suggestion and the power of permission - Realize you are dealing with and exploring am almost entirely mental landscape. That your mind is as nearly infinite in what it can hold and do as anything we can imagine. We can imagine ourselves into practically anything we could ever wish to be, at least internally. Our physical universe definitely responds to our internal one but often not in ways we can imagine. Suggesting to yourself you can do things assumed impossible might just be the first step in proving that assumption wrong. Giving yourself permission to try again and again can ensure you give yourself all the support you need to never give up on what is important to you, including your unconscious mind and ability to receive more, ideally all, it has to offer.

Remember - we are inviting the unconscious mind to a receptive state. We receive the unconscious mind best when we are in an inviting mood.

Some characteristics of opening up to the unconscious mind or what we might call a trance:

Rapport and connection - a sense of cooperation and trust between your conscious mind and unconscious mind, often expanding outwards to include similar feelings of dynamic trust and cooperation between the hypnotist, in this case me, and the hypnotized, in this case, you. It is my hope to be worthy of, expand upon, and continue those feelings of trust and cooperation.

Fixedness of Attention - something usually becomes the the object of attention, a sound like my voice, the sight of something interesting becoming more so, a sensation in your hand or of breathing becomes fascinating and begins to override other sensory inputs, they just sort of fade into the background

Hyper - Acuity or super sensitivity of the senses being utilized for trance, as unused senses fade out. What is being used expands, making it easier to notice details that keep the attention going and growing.

MisterMarlon Feb 1 '17 · Rate: 4

***This was originally posted on fetlife July 2016 after a rather large controversy regarding abuse perpetrated by a very prominent figure in the EH community***

You may or not be aware of the recent goings on in the hypnosis community. The TL;DR version is that prominent figure who shall remain unnamed had accumulated a number of allegations of consent violation, a community round table was had and it was determined that many people would feel much safer if the person in question did not attend.

I commend our leaders for taking a decisive action to protect its vulnerable members, and now it's up to the community to learn from this.

This person is not a villain. They are not the embodiment of evil in our world. No, they are weak-willed and lonely child who stumbled upon a dark and powerful mask. We can ban this person from parties, but the tactics this person used others will use over and over and over again unless we educate members of our community and these tactics become less successful. So here's a list of red flags to look out for in erotic hypnosis. This is a compilation of my own and other's experience, PLEASE ADD ANYTHING I'VE MISSED.

Look out for the following:

1. The Use Creepy Mantras

My ex used to have my metamours and I repeat the following while we were deep in trance.

"I exist to serve and please and obey, without thought or question, anytime, anyplace, and with anyone you wish. And it's the very best thing.

....annnnd holy shitballs, that's creepy. Do you realize how easy it becomes to coerce someone into having sex with someone they don't really to after they've said that enough times? Mantras aren't necessarily bad, but they need to allow for autonomy to remain with the person. If you want to use mantras while in trance, try using something healthy like:

"I am a worthy, valuable person. I freely give to you my submission, and I choose to be fully present in this moment.

Admittedly I just made that up and I have no idea how well that will work, but that seriously has to be better than something that is designed to erode your sense of self and ability to say "no."

2. The Use Of Superlatives

In destructive cults, members are made to develop phobias of leaving. Now you don't necessarily have to bar anyone from leaving if you can convince them that the rest of the world isn't as good as what they have in the group. Now go look back at the creepy mantra. Notice anything at the end there?

Your subconscious will automatically create opposites for whatever you suggest to it. When you use a superlative, your subconscious sets that as a measuring stick for everything else to be compared to. By making us say their hypnosis was the very best hypnosis, their power was the very best experience, and their cock was the very best cock, slowly but surely I became convinced if I left nothing would ever be as good as it was. A much healthier framing is "It's a good thing," or "it's a wonderful thing," or even "it's a fan-fucking-tastic thing," because all of those descriptors allow for other good things to happen.

3. Insisting of Sex as a Form of Service

While this not necessarily hypnosis related and has not happened to me personally, I thought this was too important not to put here. I have been told by others who've interacted with this individual that when they said they didn't want to have sex, this person would insist they have sex anyway "as a form of service to them." I hate to sound like a Moaning Morty, but that just sounds like rape with extra steps.

4. You Notice You Or Other Partners Have Difficulty Saying "No"

Overtime, I started to notice anytime I needed to say "no" to something I found it very difficult. My heart would start to race at the thought of it. My other metamours exhibited similar difficulties. Looking in retrospect, constantly rewarding saying "Yes, [NAME]" created anxiety about saying the opposite.

5. You Start Having Panic Attacks or Other Mental Health Issues

Over the course of our relationship, all of my latent mental health issues progressively became worse. I started smoking, drinking, and having panic attacks. Normally, these parts of me are kept in check because I know how to take care of myself, but as my sense of self eroded away I could no longer hold down all my self destructive tendencies. Incidentally, my panic attacks went away almost instantly after we broke up, which was replaced by a deep depression that I'm still working to get out of. I did learn something valuable from that though: if a Russian ever tells you you're too drunk to drive home, believe them.

If you find yourself or someone you know doing these things, stop. This is far from a comprehensive list. Please feel free to discuss other problematic behaviors and healthier alternatives. If we spread information, especially to those most vulnerable, we can bring the dawn of a new day.

Manic_Pixie Feb 1 '17 · Rate: 4.33 · Tags: abuse, red flags, hypnosis, hypnosis

Hypwatch was conceived in around November 2015. It was the project of a number of people committed to make sure that the erotic hypnosis community would always have a friendly and welcoming online community open to all people interested in consensual erotic hypnosis.

Hypwatch became public on 31 January 2016, exactly one year ago. Today is our first birthday. In that time, Hypwatch has grown to just under 1800 members, and continues to grow. Other metrics of note are 4397 friendships, 2745 photos and 8057 message conversations. We've come a very long way for a non-profit volunteer-run site.

For the Hypwatch management team, it's been an exciting, busy (and sometimes frustrating) year, but overall a happy one. We've managed to build an erotic hypnosis site that has remained true to our goal of being a friendly and welcoming online community. We've had a number of problems and challenges along the way that we've had to deal with (I might have broken the site a couple times and had to restore from backup, but don't tell anyone!), and we've gotten through most of them relatively intact.

There are still areas of the site that need improvement, and we'll continue to address them where and when we can. In the next six months (resources permitting), we hope to address some of the bigger issues, as well as making a lot of small and behind the scenes upgrades (which we are regularly doing). We also intend offering more educational resources as we do see Hypwatch as being a place of learning for the erotic hypnosis community.

With your support, Hypwatch will keep on growing, not only in numbers, but also in terms of the content, features and experiences and quality of service it provides for you, our members.

Thanks to the site management team:
* Skyla - the site represents one of your dreams and visions and I'm so happy to be able to help realise it with you
* doomsux and dannyk - thanks for all your technical help and other support
* RoseSpells and Nico - for all your advice, feedback, doing odd jobs here and there, and putting up with my requests

And the biggest thanks of all to you, our members. Without you there'd be no site.

Happy birthday, Hypwatch! May you have many, many more.

John512 Jan 31 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: community, erotic hypnosis, erotic hypnosis , hypnosis, hypnosis , hypwatch
Yoga Class - started chapter 1... I used to be akward. Actually, I'm still akward, so let's say I'm less akward and a lot more flexible. Let's rewind. Two years ago, I walked into a yoga studio in need of help to get into shape. I had been working way too many hours on way too many projects. The stress was increasing at an alarming rate and I walked around with a knot in my stomach all the time. I was living alone in my apartment at the time, and a new high-tech retail store was opening up downstairs. I never particularly paid any attention to such things, but on the way home from work one night, I decided to stop in. At first I was confused. I walked into a small waiting area with a receptionist. New age spa music was playing in the background. "Hello," she said, "Welcome to Sensations Yoga." She continued, "A class is just about to begin, would you like a free trial?" Hesitating and caught off guard I replied, "Oh, um, well I'm not really dressed for it and I'm sure I wouldn't be back in time.." She cut me off "no worries sir, we provide everything for you, right down to your clothing.” “Umm.. ok?” I replied unsurely. She reached under the counter and handed me a pile of silvery material and what looked like ballet shoes. She then ushered me back to a private changing stall, kind of like the ones at a department store. She shuffled me inside and began with her instructions. “Sir, please completely disrobe. Then put on your suit and shoes. When you are done I will bring you to the classroom.” “Are you sure about this?,” I asked, “completely disrobe? This doesn’t even look like it will fit.” “Sir, this is Sensations Yoga. The suit is made of a space age spandex type material which will keep you at the perfect temperature. This is why you should be wearing nothing underneath. It must be touching your skin to be most effective. The stretchiness of the fabric will allow the full range of motion as you take your class. The shoes are very comfortable, I’m wearing them right now. They look like ballet slippers, but they are so comfortable, and more importantly they help grip the floor and maintain a cleaner studio for the students. Now please get dressed. Class starts shortly.” So there I was, unsure of what just happened, holding a pile of silver spandex. Well, I’m here, and it’s free, and I have nothing else going on. I decided to get undressed and hesitated for a moment right before removing my underwear. “Well, she did say completely. I might as well go with the flow.” I removed all my clothes and made a nice pile on the seat. I began with the pile of silvery material. It didn't look like it was going to fit. In fact, it looked about 3 sizes too small. So i grabbed a leg, rolled it onto my hand and began at my toe.
hoseaaaa Jan 30 '17 · Tags: yoga hypno
We had been going out for a short while. Maybe about 6 months. I always knew about her fascination with hypnosis, and I let her try to hypnotize me, but I don’t think it ever worked on me. I also knew about her latex and spandex fetish, but that certainly didn’t bother me. She was a yoga instructor. Her body was tight and the latex was tighter. She would typically wear spandex workout gear to and from work, and then keep it on the rest of the time. The first time I saw her latex bike suit, it certainly threw me, but damn it was hot. It was metallic blue with a small white stripe going down each side. She looked like one of those pit girls at the races. Her name is Jody. She is 5’4”, with long auburn hair and green eyes, incredibly hot. Back to the story. I was never a workout guy, never mind yoga. BUT, I figured that I would at least get to see my girlfriend bend and flex in front of me while wearing some tight clothes. How bad could that be? Besides, after failed attempt and failed attempt and failed attempt at hypnosis, I figured it would be good for her confidence if we tried something else together. So we began doing yoga at home shortly after going out. Some of those moves are certainly hard, but with practice they became easier. I think it’s partially the clothes. At first, I was adamant about wearing sweats. I never would be caught dead with spandex on. But with a good amount of coaxing.. mostly a pair of scissors to my sweat pants.. I reluctantly tried the spandex. I started out with black underarmour shorts and a long sleeve spandex shirt. I couldn’t believe how comfortable it was, and easy to move in. As we worked out, I became used to wearing spandex. We worked up from shorts to leggings, and now I wear footed tights with gymnastic shoes. After a good session one day, Jody suggested I wear the spandex around the house. It was comfortable after all, so why not jump into a clean set? It sounded like a good idea. From that point, we wore it around the house. The one day she suggested we wear it out. So why not? I wore it as underwear, and always wore a spandex shirt as my base layer. I really got to like the feel of it on my skin. Every move was like a tiny massage. It felt incredible. So there we were one night, Jody lounging on the couch in a silver, full body, spandex catsuit, looking amazing. She turned to me and said, “lets try hypnosis again.” I replied, “you know babe, I don’t know, it never seems to work on me.” *** Little did he know that hypnosis worked on him right away. IT was the first time I brought him into trance when we first met that I knew he was going to be my pet. All this time I’ve been hypnotizing him, increasing his love for spandex and conditioning him to drop into trance while making him believe it wasn’t working. I had suggested we work out together, as much as he loves me in spandex and latex, I love the sight of a man in tight clothes just as much. Slowly I conditioned him to wear and enjoy the feel of spandex on his body. We made our way from covering parts of the body to covering the full body. But tonight I had a new plan. Latex. So we were sitting there, and I was just rejected on a hypnosis session. I certainly wasn’t discouraged. After a short pause, I used his trigger. “Tights tonight.” He was out like a light, limp and loose, his body relaxed. I deepened his trance using his own breathing. “With every breath in, you will inhale relaxation. With every exhale, you will release your inner tensions. Each new inhalation of relaxation will double your relaxation, making you feel so good. The better you feel, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the better you will feel.” At this point, this deepener usually spirals him down into complete bliss. I can mold him like putty after a few minutes of this loop. “Tommy, you have been enjoying your spandex very much, and you will continue to wear it every day. Tonight we will try something new. I bought you latex tights and a latex shirt. The tights are special, however. They have a sheath for the penis, with a special twist, and an insert for your ass, with a special surprise. You will be slightly reluctant to try them on, but you have a deep curiosity for what it will feel like.” “On the count of 3, you will awaken, not remembering you were in trance. 1. 2. 3.” *** Did I just blink long? I can swear I missed a commercial.. or did I? I don’t know, deja-vu or a glitch in the matrix. Whatever it was, it was gone. That happens to me sometimes. I’ll be there in the moment, and then I feel like I’ve lost some time. Jody says it’s just because we work out so hard, I get a little dehydrated. So I took a sip of my water. A few minutes later, Jody takes something out of a bag. It’s black and shiny and slippery. “How about we try this on?” she asks. “What is it?” I say. “They’re black latex mens shirt and leggings. Just your size, and they have some fun parts.” I dunno, I don’t mind spandex.. but latex? I’m not sure.. though if the spandex feels good.. I wonder how the latex would feel. “What are these fun parts you mention?” I ask. “Why don’t we just try them on and I’ll explain as we go. Trust me, you’ll like it.” “What the hell,” I thought. I’ve become very go with the flow since we’ve been together. So I stripped down and we started to pull off my clothes. “First the shirt,” Jody said. She began to sprinkle some powder into the sleeves and then helped me in to it. It was so tight, yet, stretchy. It felt like a second skin, massaging me with every move, better than the spandex ever felt. “Now the tights.” So Jody repeated the same maneuvers with the powder. She began by getting them on my feet. And then she told me to stand up. Very sensuously, she helped the tights up my calves, to my thighs. “Now for the fun parts,” she said “there’s a sheath here for your penis. It will make the sensation of a second skin that much better.” “Wait!,” I said, “whoa, what the hell is that thing in the back. I don’t do anal exploration. No way in hell.” “Tights tonight” she said, “you have always been curious about anal play. This is so small and very unobtrusive. Your curiosity will double each time I snap my fingers. 1, 2, 3, awake.” SNAP! I felt a little light headed again. Maybe the latex was too tight. But I wasn’t going to do any anal play. SNAP! Though it is very small and unobtrusive. SNAP! And she does have lube. SNAP! “well, ok, since it’s small and you have lube, give it a shot, but go slow.” I said. “NO problem, you will enjoy this, trust me.” It was probably was the thickness of a pen. She lubed it up and eased it in. Not too bad really. Then she pulled the waistband all the way up. IT did feel good on my body. I felt like I had a tight new skin, all black and shiny. “OK,” I said, “so what’s so special and fun about these parts?” “Well,” Jody began, with a gulp of air,“ there’s this little magnetic chord, and when I attach it to your tights, it energizes stimulators in the sheath of the penis and butt plug. It will let me control the intensity and speed of the vibrations. Also, on the underside of the tights, there’s a hose connection so we can inflate that butt plug and fill you up!” My eyes popped open, “what are you talking about? NO NO NO NO. Absolutely not. I will not do this, I’m not into this, it’s not going to happen.” And then she said one word. “Freeze!.” I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. Nothing. *** “You’re probably wondering what is going on sweetie. Right now you find yourself in a situation where you can’t move and you can’t speak. You’re right. You can’t. You know why? You’ve been hypnotized and conditioned. All those weeks that you thought you were nodding off, or the hypnosis wasn’t working, it was. Perfectly. You’re an incredible hypnotic subject.” I was about to lay this all on him. “You see, I’m a little bit of a fetishist. I love hypnosis, spandex, and latex. But until now, I’ve had to enjoy all those things on my own. When I found out you were so hypnotizable, I knew what I needed to do. So I formulated my plan and it’s working out perfectly.” “But I’m not into kinky things,” I said. She responded, “are you, or are you not wearing latex, that you wanted to try out.. after taking off spandex that you enjoy wearing? Yes, you are a fetishist, and you will like it kinky. Believe me.” *** I couldn’t believe this was happening. How did this happen? I don’t even recollect. The only thing I did know, was that she was kind of right. I loved the spandex and I really liked the latex so far. Oh boy, I’m in for trouble. With that, she began to connect the hose to the butt plug and the cord snapped right into place. “Now what we’re going to do, is play a little game.” She said. “You’re going to use your tongue to pleasure me, and if you do a good job, you’ll get a reward. And if you don’t do a good job, I’ll hypnotize you to do it without feeling a thing!” After hearing that, I guess I would go ahead with this plan. At least I would have a chance to feel good. “Unfreeze” she said. I could move again. So she put on a crotchless latex catsuit and beckoned me to her side. I slid down her torso to find her waiting, wet pussy. I began to lick.. and lick.. and she began to enjoy it. Slight slow moans escaped her mouth. She had her hand on a control box and hit the first button. Very slight sensations began in my penis. I kept going. A minute later she hit another button, and I could feel the probe in my ass begin to grow. She let it inflate until I stopped licking. At that point she knew it was slightly uncomfortable for me, and turned on the vibrations. It felt so good. “My pleasure is your pleasure,” she said. “The better I feel, the better you will feel. But most importantly, you will cum only when I say so.” Not only was that a true statement, it was a waking suggestion. I did feel good, so I licked more. She hit some buttons on the box and the vibrations intensified. The plug quickly deflated a little and then just as quickly it reinflated. IT was starting to become intense. She was moaning loudly, which triggered me to lick harder and faster. She adjusted the box again and everything intensified tenfold. At this point, all I could think about was licking. My eyes closed, off on my own planet of pleasure, I kept going. She really began to writhe in pleasure, she moaned loudly. “I’m going to cum!” She screamed. Just at that point, she turned the controls to maximum, the sheath vibrating my penis and the plug pumping my ass into oblivion. “Cum for meeee” she said. It was like fireworks going off in my brain. My body felt like I was electrocuted, the pleasure exploded from head to toe. It was absolutely incredible. After we both came down from the high of orgasm, we just lay there and drifted off to sleep. The last thing she said was, “are you sure you’re not into kinky things?”
hoseaaaa Jan 30 '17
It had been a while since I visited the dentist, and I was certainly apprehensive. I didn’t even like to get a cleaning without using nitrous oxide. So when my old dentist retired, I quickly searched for someone new who would still suit my needs. As I zipped through several links of my internet search, a window popped up for a new dental office in the area. The ad boasted all services, including those for fearful patients, in new and technologically advanced ways. With my cleaning due, and nowhere else to turn, not to mention a fruitless search, I decided to call and make an appointment. The friendly receptionist on the phone answered in quite a happy tone. And she offered me an appointment for the next day. I explained how I was scared of the dentist and usually needed nitrous to get through a visit. She put my fears to rest explaining there were several treatment methods available to me. The doctor would go through all of my needs at the initial consultation before the visit. The next day, I made my way to the location of the new office. It was in an up and coming section of town. I didn’t think twice about this industrial area, I knew of it and knew that businesses were slowly coming back to the area. The waiting room was neat and clean, a few magazines on a coffee table and comfortable couches. The receptionist was a redhead, with her long hair in a high ponytail. She was wearing what looked like a white spandex top. I thought it was a little form fitting for an office, but it went along with the high tech theme they were advertising. Finally, she called my name and directed me to the corridor. When she met me there, I could see that her spandex top was actually a full, long sleeved white spandex cat suit. It accentuated every curve and looked very sexy. She was wearing white ballet slippers to finish out the outfit. Noticing I was staring, she happily said “this is our uniform; Dry Haylee likes us to look futuristic while also being comfortable.” I certainly had no complaints. She showed me to the doctor’s office, and I sat in a comfortable leather recliner. A short time later, the doctor came into the office. She had long, dark hair, and was dressed in a shiny silver cat suit just like the receptionist, except this one looked wet. On top of that she was wearing a typical white lab coat. “Good morning,” she said, “I’m Dr. Haylee. I see you’re a new patient and you’ve stated that you are very anxious at the dentist. We have several methods which can alleviate your worries.” All the while she was talking; I was staring into her eyes. Her tone was soothing and here gaze was deep. I realized there was a long pause; this is where I needed to speak. “Um, oh, yes, I don’t do well in these situations. I usually take nitrous, even during cleanings. I just need something to take the edge off.” “Not to worry, we have several methods which we can use with you. We are very technologically advanced here and I’m sure you will be pleased with the results. Please just sign these waivers for the treatment and we can get you started.” Half dazed once again, I took the papers and mindlessly signed. “Good,” she said, “our receptionist will get you started. Please understand everything is done for a purpose; please try to be open minded.” Not really realizing what she was talking about, she showed me to the door, where the receptionist was waiting for me. “Come this way please,” she said. She led me to a small dressing room. “Please go in and remove all your clothing. You will find a latex suit and some lubricant. Please apply the lubricant to your body and put the suit on. It has sensors built into it so that we can monitor you during the process. Do not worry about any of the connections; just make sure the suit is properly covering all of your parts.” That was weird, and not really understanding what she said, I began to undress. I removed all my clothes and applied the lubricant. I picked up the pile of latex and found that it was a full body suit which covered everything but my head. I started to put it on, pulling up the feet into place, and then bringing the suit towards my waist. It looked small, but stretched easily to fit my body, and I found it was very comfortable. Sure enough it came to my cock. There was a sheath there, and I paused for a minute, but kept going, remembering what the doctor had said. Finally, I had made it to my chest and I put my arms through. I zipped it up from the rear and was fully covered. The suit felt like it was massaging my skin with every move. It felt wonderfully exhilarating. Just as I was reaching for the doorknob, the door opened. The receptionist was waiting for me. “This way please.” She led me through a series of corridors to a white room. It looked like a typical dental room, but with a couple more monitors. She showed me to the chair and I sat down. At the end of the chair was what looked like a pair of space boots. “Put your feet in here please,” she said, “they are foot massagers and feel wonderful during your treatment.” I put my feet in and she closed them with a snap. Next she reached around my waist and pulled a belt over and clicked it in to the other side of the chair. “This is so you don’t fall out during treatment.“ She then continued with all kinds of connections. As soon as she clipped them together, the monitors sprang to life with my vitals. The last connection she made looked more like a hose than something electrical. As I was about to ask, the doctor came in to the room. “Hello, I see you’re properly prepared for treatment. Have you ever slept on a water bed?” she asked. “Um, a couple of times” I replied, “they’re comfortable.” “Good,” she said, “you’re going to enjoy this. The hose attachment will fill your suit with fluid, and you will feel like you’re suspended on a water bed. It helps produce a floating, weightless feeling. It’s very relaxing.” And with that, the suit began to fill with a warm liquid. Several chambers that I hadn’t seen before filled with this heavy fluid, slightly squeezing my body, lifting me off the surface of the chair. It did feel so good, so comfortable. I didn’t want to or need to move. Then I realized.. I couldn’t move. The weight of the fluid in the suit had me pinned down. Just then, Dr. Haylee added, “and it will immobilize you, so that you can’t hurt yourself during treatment.” That was a little unsettling. Just then the doctor came into my field of view. She had removed the lab coat and was wearing nothing but her shiny silver suit. I put the pieces together and saw that it wasn’t wet, it too was latex. She was also wearing what looked like a telephone headset. “This is so you can hear me after we put the helmet on.” She said. “What helmet?” I asked. Just then, there was a helmet lowered to my head. It looked like a fighter pilots helmet. It covered my eyes, and ears. It slowly inflated to a snug fit. I couldn’t hear or see anything. All of a sudden, the doctor was talking to me. “Nod your head if you can hear me.” I did. “This helmet will help you concentrate solely on me. While we continue to prep you, I will play some background music. Please enjoy it.” Just then a soothing tune flowed through my head, I was beginning to lose track of time. “Ok, we’re going to apply the nitrous mask now.” And with a click, I felt the mask on my nose, as it clicked into the helmet. “Just breathe normally through your nose, and listen to me while I talk to you.” Dr. Haylees voice sounded like heaven over the soothing music. In no time I felt like I was melting into the chair. I didn’t know anything except for the feeling of bliss and euphoria. Dr. Haylee kept bringing me down deeper and deeper. She counted from 10 to 1 and I fell far under her control. She told me that I felt so good, and the feeling of letting her be in control would help me relax. I just wanted to give in and let go. She said I couldn’t move and didn’t want to move, I was so comfortable and didn’t want the good feelings to end. I had a slight inkling that I was becoming erect, but I didn’t care. Everything felt right. Everything felt good. Dr. Haylee was in control. As she was talking to me over the headphones, playing binaural sounds into my brain, she lowered the chair down. Knowing I was deep under her hypnotic control, she knelt beside my head. She lowered her latex covered pussy down to my face. Knowing I wouldn’t be smothered, she pressed her labia to my face and commanded me to lick. As I began to lick and bring her pleasure, Dr. Haylee continued to become turned on. I licked and sucked, and dr. haylee rode my face with pleasure. Feeling that her climax was on the way, she reached up to a black mask, which was hanging from the ceiling. She pulled it down and strapped it to her face. She hit the button for a timed dose of nitrous. The rebreather bag inflated and deflated quickly with her breaths. As the nitrous began to do its work on the doctor, she had an incredible orgasm. She threw her head back and inhaled deeply from the mask. Her head spinning, she rested a minute. The nitrous flow had timed out and she regained her senses. I was still deep under her control and fully erect. At this point, she dismounted my face and moved down to my raging hard on. She slowly mounted my cock and relaxed down onto it. Taking a moment for herself, she spoke to me through the microphone, “you will not cum until I give you permission. When I say the words release now, then and only then will you orgasm.” With that, dry haylee began to ride my cock. She worked herself up to another orgasm, hit the nitrous button and zoomed off into her own mini trance of bliss and ecstasy. At this point in my experience, I was completely blissed out and euphoric. This time, Dr. Haylee began to ride my cock. “I will count down from 10 to 1. With each number your pleasure will double. At the end, I will say the phrase and you will orgasm like you never have in your life.” Haylee then began riding my cock to her own orgasm, timing the numbering with her own pleasure. “10… 9…. 8… … 4… 3… 2…” gasping for air, “ONE!” she screamed, hitting the nitrous button and adding “release now!”. My cock exploded, it was like fireworks going off in my whole body, I convulsed with the most extreme orgasm I ever had. Dr. Haylee did the same in unison. We were both breathing very hard. As she came down from her orgasm, Dr. Haylee removed her mask and cleaned herself up. She then quickly went to work cleaning my teeth. The whole time she continued to hypnotize me and deepen my loyalty to her. Binding me to her, and making sure that I would have to come back once a month for the proper dental treatment. The next thing I knew, I was back in my street clothes in the dressing room. I was unsure how I got off the dental chair and cleaned myself up, but I knew I had found my new dentist. End.
hoseaaaa Jan 30 '17 · Tags: hypno, nitrous, mask
This is my first story, hope you like it. I'm a software developer, and I dabble in hypnosis and virtual reality. My wife of 3 years is a stay at home, since I make a 6 figure salary. I've set up a virtual reality program for her that helps me reign in a couple of my little fetishes. I love the sensuousness of a catsuit and ballet slippers on a woman. The spandex pulls in all the right places, accentuating curves and making a sexy silhouette. The slippers add that little touch at the end, for the ballerina effect. My wife is an innocent soul. She's naive and good at heart, never having enough courage to really explore who she is and what makes her tick. She was resistant to hypnosis because she was scared of losing control. She was hesitant to wear spandex because of a lack of self confidence. She found my virtual reality headphones and goggles one day. Intrigued by the technology, she asked if she could try them out. Slowly, she began to enjoy using the VR equipment. As time when on, I had an idea that maybe I could get her to into a hypnotic state, and begin a series of programs that would make her more open to her sexuality. It was very simple at first, just a couple of subliminal messages in a game soundtrack. After a while, she would fall into a light trance, where I would then bring her down deep with an induction. After a couple of weeks, the inductions were working so well that I began a series of triggers, bringing her back into trance and starting a program. I had her use the program for an hour a day, starting an hour before I got home from work, ending in time to begin our evening. Within months, she had been retrained to enter trance very quickly. She had also been trained to love spandex of all kinds. The most fun trigger, however, was the slippers. It was a very simple code. She had pink and black isotoner ballet slippers. If she was wearing the pink slippers, she was programed to act in her normal personality. If she was wearing the black slippers, should would be highly suggestible and very submissive. The last little twist was when i asked her to wear one black and one pink slipper. This turned her into a dominatrix. Once in a while I like my woman to take charge. The following is one particularly fun day I remember, testing out the trigger. "Honey, I'm home." I call out as I walk through the front door. It's been a long hard day at the office, and i'm ready to relax. "Honey?" I repeat. Where could she be? As I walk through the house I hear faint sounds of pleasure. I near the bedroom, open the door and find her on the bed. She's wearing the spandex pleasure catsuit with headphones and virtual reality goggles. The catsuit has sensors which take information from her writhing body in a feedback loop and continually tweak the sensations of pleasure. The network of sensors is sandwiched between an outer and inner layer of black shiny spandex. The catsuit is a full body suit with gloves and feet attached. As a matter of fact, all that is visible from the suit is her eyes and nose. She has no idea that I'm there, all she knows of is pleasure and the training she's receiving from the program. I see that she's plugged into the laptop. I check the settings and it looks like she's got about 5 minutes left in the cycle. I decide to check the mail and wind down a bit after the commute home. As I'm tossing out the last of the junk mail, I see that about 10 minutes has passed. I think to myself, "Ahh she should be finished by now." I walk back into the bedroom, and there she is sitting at the edge of the bed. She's 5'5', with an athletic body. She used to be a swimmer in college and hasn't lost her tone. Her hard body looks incredible in that catsuit. She's removed the goggles and headphones. She's like a mannequin posing in a storefront. She sits on the bed, staring off into space vacantly. "Molly, how do you feel?" I ask. In a monotone voice, she replies, "excellent, how shall we proceed?". I reply to her, "change into a regular catsuit, it's been a long day, and i'm tired. Pink ballet slippers". "Yes master" she replies. As I leave the bedroom, I see her move toward the wardrobe to change her clothes. Sometime later she walks down the hallway to the kitchen, wearing a pink metallic catsuit with open hands and feet. "Hi honey," she says "how was your day?" "Oh it was a long one, Mr. Antonius was a pain in the ass today. He's riding me for that report. How was yours?" "Not too bad, I cleaned the house and ran a few errands. About 4:00 I felt like playing that super fun virtual reality game you got me. So I changed and started the scenario. The next thing I knew, I heard you in the kitchen. I didn't realize how much I got into the game." "No worries," I said, "I'm glad you're enjoying the fruits of my labor." Dinner was delicious as usual, those gourmet cook programs were really doing her a service. We retired to the living room for a quiet evening together. As we sat on the couch wrapped in each other’s arms, my thoughts drifted to how sexy she was looking. I reached down and slid her ballet slippers off of her feet. Her eyes immediately glazed over and she spoke, "yes master?" "I'm feeling a little excited my love, how about you change into your black ballet slippers?" "Yes master," she replied as she walked off into the bedroom. Soon after she returned, she walked over with that hot passionate look in her eye. She began to undress me. First the shirt, then the pants. As she started the most amazing oral sex I have ever had, I figured I would return the favor. "Molly, as you suck on my cock, you will feel a cock buried in your pussy. As you continue, the more aroused you get, the more your pleasure will intensify. You will be on the brink of ecstasy, but you cannot cum until I cum and you will continue to suck until I'm finished, orgasming the whole time." She increased her pace, and her body language showed how much she was enjoying the feelings in her pussy. I tried to hold out as long as possible, but soon I felt myself overcome with my own orgasm. She began bucking her hips and writhing in pleasure, as she rocked herself to her own increasingly pleasurable orgasm. After we lay there for a while, I figured we should clean up and get to bed. "Molly, execute dual shower and get ready for bed." With that, she scurried off into the bathroom, preparing our shower. She finished slipping off her catsuit just as I rounded the corner. After we were cleaned up, I said, "Molly, black body stocking, pink slippers". The body stocking was a little more sheer than a spandex catsuit, and somewhat lighter for sleeping. She changed and we went to bed. We both slept like logs. In the morning, when the sun rose, I work up and turned to her. "Good morning love" I said. "Good morning dear," she replied, "I think my slipper came off, would you put it back on for me please?". So I reached down under the sheets, and groped around. I felt something soft, I figured it was her pink slipper and put it on. "Thank you dear," she said, "but it's not on quite right. I'll fix it." With that, she looked down into the covers and saw one pink slipper, and one black slipper. It seems I grabbed the wrong color in my sleepy haze. He eyes glazed over and her whole character changed. I had no idea this happened until she was pinning me down. "OK mister, what do you think you're doing down there? There's much work to be done! You will satisfy me or be punished!" I was startled. She quickly moved forward and sat on my face. Her sex pushing through the stretchy fabrick of the catsuit. "Lick!" she commanded, "And if I don't orgasm you will be punished!" Well I licked, but not to her satisfaction. "You fool!," she said, "now you are to be punished. First you shall fine me some rope, then you will return and strip." This was going to be fun, I thought, so I went to get some nice soft rope. I returned, stripped and laid down on the bed once again. She proceeded to tie me up with rope, one limb per bed post. "I like the look of this," she purred, "Can you move my slave?" "No maam," I replied. "Silent" she said as she stuffed her balled up panties into my mouth. "We are almost there, all I need is something to cover your eyes and ears." Just then she saw the vitual reality goggles and headphones. She picked them up and brought them to my bedside. She began to put them on me, as I strained and moaned into the panties. I knew she had been listening to the slipper program last. As long as she didn't turn it on, I would be ok. But then she said, "I know you can still hear me in there, I will just turn this on and run the scenario, while I figure out what I'm going to do with you next." To be continued...
hoseaaaa Jan 30 '17 · Tags: hypnosis, hypnosis , slipper, vr
Russ knocked on the office door and waited. It had taken him some time to find the room and he was relieved to have still made it early to his interview. He was eager to impress, he had recently graduated uni and with the debts high, he needed to take work where he could. He’d seen the ad online for a small business looking for newly graduated students, with no ties who could commit to long hours, but would receive great rewards. He was asked to be here at this time for an interview so here he was, the office was in a secluded part of town, but it was a lavish building very modern and looked expensive, it was already making an impression in the same way he was eager to. Just then the door swung open and hehad to compose himself at what he saw. before him was a beautifully attractive Lady, She had a captivating smile, bright red lips and blue twinkling eyes, long blonde hair. She was dressed in a black business suit, but it just shaped Her amazing body, long legs encased in nylons, a short tight pencil skirt with a cut up the side and gorgeous heels. Her red nails shone brightly reflecting the light and he composed himself remembering what he was here for. “Ms Surrender? i’m hear for an interview, its russ we spoke on the phone.” before he could say anything else She took his hand and grip it tightly and those brilliant blue eyes held his own brown ones, Her lips curling into a smile. “oh its a pleasure to meet you russ, i’m looking forward to this, you sounded the perfect candidate on the phone.” before he could respond She leaned in and kissed him on each cheek, so he returned it, blushing as he smelt Her scent, which is exactly what She wanted and he could feel the lipstick mark his cheeks but he didn’t want to complain as he wanted this job badly, so he smiles awkwardly. “thank You i do hope that proves to be the case.” She nodded and ushered him in, and the room was very professional, he looked and saw two chairs one had a table with water and a paid beside it, he saw Her move to it and waited till he was told to sit, so he settled into the chair. She slowy sat in the chair and he had to fight back a growl as She crossed Her long legs making the skirt ride up just a bit and he could see the tops of Her stockings, the heel dangling a bit off Her foot, as She jiggled it, he could hear the rythmic sound of the nylon rubbing together, sending waves of pleasure through him. Her voice was heavenly that soft accent so nice, he had to really focus to pay attention to what was going on. “well i do have an attentative one hear don’t i, seems like you meet the first criteria. She giggles to Her self making a note, as She does uncrossing Her legs and rubbing the foot up the other leg the sound making him moan inspite of himself. “i’m sorry” he said, “this is very unprofessional of me” She giggles increasing the speed of it “oh sweetie its fine, You are doing so well, see i know You are perfect for this roll, smart, single, unattached, alone, and now i see so handsome, i just need to see how attentative and suggestible you are and well, it looks like the job is yours” he sighed at that, not really considering he knew nothing about it, and then saw as the rubbing continued a set of red nails moving up and down the legs, up and down… so slowly, so pretty, he could hear Her talking but not sure what, he just knew he could listen… without listening… then there was something else but he could think just blink… blink blink… all he wanted to do was stare as his eye lids got heavy. Then suddenly he heard directly in his ear “5, coming to now feeling refreshed and good” his eye lids opened and as they did he felt something in his lap and something rubbing his leg which felt different he went to groan but couldn’t speak, as his eyes focused he realised that the Lady who he now desired to call Mistress was sat in his lapone of his hands pined between Her crossed legs as it rubbed up his leg, the other behind Her back held there as She leaned back, Her hand stroking his hair, he couldn’t speak as he was gagged! He looked to say something but She whispered deepening hypnosis and he dropped back down. This time when he woke, he was so groggy he tried to think about what had happened, but he couldn’t he just had no recollection, the gag had gone and he was sat back in front of Her. and She was smirking very big. “well sleepy head what happened?” he rubbed his temple trying to recall but nothing came back to him in fact the more he thought about it the blanker he got. an evil grin form on her lips as She watched him struggle to recall and fail, all was as planned. “oh how delicious my poor boy just can’t remember, how ever can You remember why You are here.” that he could and he tingled in excitment as he answered. “i’m here to be Your slave.” She grinned big at that. “yes my toy You are, well done You’ve passed stage one, come with me, its time for stage two…..”
wruscle Jan 30 '17 · Rate: 3
(A cross-post from Fetlife, for my real kink family.)

Well, I did it. I finally had enough. After watching a sniping, pointless back-and-forth between my mom and my cousin calling each other hypocrites over Christianity and abortion and the US refugee ban (three words, which, by the way, turn my fucking stomach, just so you know), I decided that Facebook had outlived its usefulness. I archived my FB data, downloaded it, and deleted my account. The process took maybe 5-10 minutes, and my account is deactivated for the next 14 days, during which I can log back in and undo my deletion, if I want.

But I don't want to. Over the past couple years, my Facebook has been steadily decreasing its signal-to-noise ratio. I joined Facebook because it was fun, because I could keep up with my friends and family who I didn't see that often. Now I just see a wasteland of snarky political memes, links to articles full of slanted or outright false information, pointless arguments, ridiculous levels of toxicity, and stupid bullshit ("what does your choice of deodorant say about YOU? Take our quiz!").

All I wanted was to see what my people were doing. And cat memes. And for that, I was fine with giving Facebook access to my information, my likes, tons of valuable advertising data. And it really wasn't that bad until the past year or two, when I began noticing a slow but definite slide into noise over signal. I could have abided even that, but then came the 2016 US election, and turned Facebook into a hateful swamp of toxic mess from both sides of the political spectrum (the fact that there's only two sides to our political spectrum: another thing that turns my stomach).

So, it's done. I'm cut off. I'm sure I'm going to come across as this generation's version of one of those insufferable "I don't have a TV" people, but it's strangely freeing. I feel...unleashed, in a way, not beholden to that little "f" icon on my phone or tab on my browser. Will I miss it?

I don't know that there was anything left to miss.

aesthete49 Jan 29 '17 · Comments: 4
Hey! Psssssst. Over here.

I know what you need. I can see it, plain as day. Ohhh, I was there, my friend: hungry, desperate, *needing* that fix. I'd found a whole new world (every moment red-letter) of people with my kink, full of sexy people who could finally, finally fulfill that fantasy that I'd carried around for so long. I'd simply find the sexiest, dommiest hypnotist I could and beg her to trance me, to add me to the harem of mindless sex slaves that she surely possessed. And there, with my eyes blank, mind empty, and cock hard, devoted to the service of my mistress, I would finally be happy.

Yeah, see that? Nodding your head? Since you're down here, slummin' it with me, I guess you've figured out that's not how it works. See, those sexy tists you want so badly? They're busy. They're choosy. They have their pick of the litter, because the people like us -- the trance-seekers, the sleep-for-me-junkies, the wannabe-hypnoslaves -- we're a dime a dozen. Less! But that doesn't stop us, ohhhh, no. We're persistent. WE'RE special, you and me, ain't we, friend? Yeah, that's right.

Only it's not, and now we've pissed off our first target and ended up on a block list. Not a good start, no, not at all. But hey, it's fine! There are plenty of tists in the sea. Let's move on to the second-sexiest and...

No, no, no, my friend. Let me stop you right there. You're doin' it wrong, see? You gotta change your *method,* right? And you need a teacher. Now, I don't wanna brag, but I've been tranced once or twice myself. It's pretty good, pretty good. If you look close, you can still see the spirals in me eyeballs, can'tcha? Ahhhh, but there's a trick to it. The "method" I mentioned earlier. It's a devious one, but it works. And I like you, friend! I'm gonna share it with ya. Come a little closer. Let's keep this between us, right?

See, this "method," it's based around the idea that this place we're in, it's a community. People communicate in it. Tists, subjects, men, women, genderfluids, dominants, submissives -- takes all types to make our little world, don't it? I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, mate: you have value. Yeah! You! You bring something to the table that nobody else in this community's got. Maybe you have some legal knowledge. Maybe you can paint like Mozart. Maybe your granny's got the best home remedy for the common cold on the planet. Think about it. Really think what you can bring to this community to make it a little brighter, a little more vibrant, a bit more interesting. Got it? Good. Step One of "The Method" is done. You're a champ at this, friend! Gonna be drownin' in swinging pendants in no time flat.

Okay, ready for Step Two? Here it is: *share* your special thing. Awwww, jeez, no, not THAT special thing! The one you figured out in Step One, mate! Blood and thunder, nobody wants to see THAT special thing yet. That'll come later, but for now, share granny's cold remedy. Answer questions. Start a home remedies group. Communicate with the community, y'know? Just DON'T TALK TRANCE WHILE YOU DO IT! It's cold and flu season; hit up that chat room on the right side of your screen. Somebody's home sick with the sniffles, drinkin' hot tea and complainin' in the chat room, sure as sun will rise. Maybe it's a sexy tist! Maybe a little snotty now, but sure, sexy. And send gran-gran a card, cause now sexy-snotty tist is less snotty and very grateful to you. You can already feel yourself sinking into his eyes and words, can't ya? Well, wake up, friend, cause your work ain't done.

It's time for Step Three. Once you've done the "communicate with the community" thing enough and you got your sexy-maybe-snotty tist on the hook, it's time to reel 'em in with that most insidious and manipulative of techniques: friendship. Yeah, that's right. Talk with 'em, ask 'em how their day was. Take a genuine interest in them, as people, beyond just trance partners. Be patient. You seem like a smart one; you know that theory about the "mere-exposure effect?" Just sayin' hi and havin' a short chat on the regular gets them likin' you more and more. And hey, we're on a hypno-fetish site, right? Trance is gonna come up, sooner or later. Let them bring it up. Friend, you're so close now. Don't blow it. Don't go back to bein' the person you were, beggin' anyone and everyone for a trance. Just talk about it. Ask questions if they seem like the knowin'-things sort. A little light flirtin' (LIGHT, friend! Don't be creepy about it and keep your "special thing" covered up!) never hurt, either. Walk 'em down the road, gently-like, you master manipulator, you. And if they don't wanna trance you right now, be cool. Thank 'em for the consideration and don't bring it up again. Let your old buddy, mere-exposure, bring 'em on back. Be patient, talk about non-trance things that you care about and they care about, give it time, and the deal will close itself.

Badabing, badaboom, "The Method." Now you got a new sexy-tist friend, and life is lookin' good. No need to thank me, friend -- just don't cut and run soon as you get what you want, eh? Be a friend first and a subject second. You'd be surprised how easy it is to go real deep for someone you've built a bond with. And usin' people is shitty, and you don't seem like the shitty type to me!

Go get 'em, tiger. Build your community, make friends, get tranced. It's win/win, and whaddaya got to lose?

aesthete49 Jan 29 '17 · Rate: 4
Next I with to talk to you about indicators of trance that most people experience to some degree or other. I will go from what us usually experienced at the beginning of trance to what commonly happens at a trance's end. You may have experienced some or all of them to a degree or other while others you may be looking forward to or wish to avoid in your future trance experiences.

I Shall begin the descriptions now.

One of the first effects and best ways to prepare for and invite a trance is to get comfortable and relax. Have a sense of expectancy of something happening while allowing yourself to not know, expect, or desire any specific thing to happen. This will tend to slow the pulse and heart rate. Facial muscles smooth and relax and a different quality can often be heard in the voice at this point. Many of the reflexes will diminish including blinking, pupil dilation, respiration rate, swallowing and even the startle reflex. The eyelids often feel heavy and close and the body becomes immobile with a subjective feeling of being distanced or dissociated, "Floating free" of the body. A balanced tonicity of the muscles can occur where everything feels relaxed but able to hold position, for example the arm being places in an unsupported upright position. An arm in balanced tonicity can stay there for a very long period of time with no feeling of strain or fatigue or effort. An economy of movement can be observed, which combined with a time lag in motor and conceptual reasoning, can make someone in deep trance seem ungainly or even a bit clumsy at first as it sometimes feels as if the body is being truly felt and used for the first time. Usually this passes with experience of being in this state.

Mentally, changes will be happening too. Autonomous ideations and inner experiences will come from the unconscious mind to the conscious mind with a distinct feeling of I did not create or source those, they came from somewhere else than what I have previously considered "me". A seeming objective and impersonal aspect becomes more pronounced. A response attentiveness or active waiting for a response or to a response extends in depth and duration. Sensory changes, some impressions fading while others becoming more pronounced is fairly common and can even change between or during trance experiences. Body changes too, tensions, quiverings, relaxations, sections or parts disappearing or coming to the forefront of awareness. The perceived size of self may expand way beyond the body's previously perceived boundaries or shrinking to the smallest speck located somewhere inside is not uncommon.

Where the body and mind interact can provide for the most interesting of hypnotic phenomena. Psychosomatic or bodily responses to outside and internal communication or thoughts with an increase of literalism, the following of ideas and suggestions very closely and exactly. Other expected hypnotic phenomena include:

Amnesia - not having direct access to memory of what transpires during trance.

Anesthesia - Parts of the whole body lose feeling, particularly uncomfortable feelings like pain.

Body Illusions - felt senses of the body that cannot literally be true but seem true at the time. (Transformations, perceptions of size, etc)

Regression - Experiencing oneself as if at a younger age.

Time Distortion - Expansion when a small amount of time seems sometimes significantly longer or contraction where a long amount of time seems shorter.

At coming back to normal consciousness after a trance, there is usually a body re-orientation, getting comfortable with sensing the body as one normally does after possibly sensing it in very different ways during a trance session. Another aspect to look forward to is that after waking from most trance experiences, you usually feel good as if waking from a restful sleep, and often looking forward to another opportunity to feel similarly good.

MisterMarlon Jan 29 '17 · Rate: 4
"That's not a very accurate way to measure it."

The two naked men, hands on their erect penises, turned to the man walking over to them, who was unbuckling the belt over his tight black jeans as he spoke.

"What do you mean?" the dark-haired one said. "It has to go from the base, right? Right *here*..." He gestured with the ruler in his other hand, then seated it firmly against the base of his cock, on top of it, so that his shaft curved down a little and away from the ruler, then back up to touch it a little further along.

"Well, yes," said the newcomer, his own cock out now. He stroked his shaft as he talked, his member gradually stiffening. "But there's this curvature, right?" He gestured with his free hand, marking out the length of the dark-haired man's erection with his hand but not quite touching it. "That makes the numbers come out looking shorter than it actually is. I measure using a sewing tape measure, so I can line the tape up along the shaft, taking the curve into account. Then you can also measure the circumference, which some people think is more important anyway." Fully hard now, he demonstrated with a tape measure drawn from his pocket, laying it loosely on top of his rod.

"Yeah, I think it's hard to keep the tape against your shaft, though," said the third man, who hadn't spoken yet. "That's why when I measure for actual inches, I hold it in place with cock rings. It looks really stylish that way, too." From a table nearby he picked up a series of black rubber rings and another tape measure, laid the tape along his own dick, and started slipping the rings on top of it to hold it there. The rings slowly tapered in size slightly, starting with the widest at the base.

A man frozen in the doorway across the room turned to a woman sitting casually in a chair in the corner, smirking. "Are they... having a dick-size contest *about how to measure the size of their dicks*?"

"Yes," the woman said happily.

"Okay... I *know* this is your fault somehow."

"I have no idea what you mean," the woman grinned.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, all three of those guys are usually the hettest of domly-doms, and would normally never go near each other's dicks. Don't get me wrong-- they'd never let *me* near their dicks either, and they're all pretty hot so I'm totally enjoying the show. Kudos! But you *are* the only hypnotist at this party."

She turned towards him, still grinning from ear to ear. "Young man! Are you suggesting that I might have *done* something to them? Why, that would be completely unethical. And anyway, you can't use hypnosis to make someone do something they don't want to do."

"Uh huh."

They both turned back to watch the scene. All three men were now alternating stroking their cocks and holding them against each other, gesturing animatedly.

A few moments went by.

"I might have had a conversation with them about how to think about the problem of penis size measurement."

"Uh huh."

"They seemed very amenable to thinking how I suggested."


Another pause.

"You want to go over there and be part of that, don't you?" she said tolerantly.

He looked down, sheepish.

"Go on, then. I have a feeling they'll be amenable to that, too."

He looked at her in surprise.

"A very *strong* feeling." She winked.

He scampered across the room, unbuckling his pants as he went.

This post contains hypnotic language and an induction. It also contains a post-hypnotic suggestion to contact me and repeat a phrase letting me know you enjoyed it. Do not read further if this is unwelcome to you, or if you are not in a situation to allow you to relax deeply now. Hypnosis is of course natural. Like sex, like lust. Like sleep. Natural, relaxed. It seems like magic, a few words and someone slips deeply into a trance and relaxes and obeys. But there is nothing magical about it, it is all within all of us, the need to obey. The need to focus our thoughts, and our mind. To allow everything to fade and concentrate on one particular thing. It’s what helps us do well in school, or at work. To focus and study. To focus all of our attention on one thing. Sometimes it’s sex. An arousal that grows as we consider something we find arousing and each breath seems to build and heighten that feeling. Of arousal, and focus. It’s easy to focus on something you find sexy. A picture of a woman, sexy and submissive. The thought of being hypnotized, slipping deeper into your mind. If you’re here you’re familiar with the tropes of hypnosis. The spinning eyes of Kaa, the swinging watch. The heavy feelings warm and relaxed enveloping your body like a wave on a beach. How each breath in and out relaxes you, how my words relax you. That is all theater of course. Our minds associate those things with relaxing deeply, sinking down and obeying. But really hypnosis is natural, focusing is natural. It is natural to obey. It is natural to sink deeply and go into hypnosis. Now those things help you focus on hypnosis, bring hypnosis to your mind and perhaps arouse you because you associate them with obeying, relaxing and dropping down into a deeply wonderful trance now. It is our minds that obey perfectly. It’s your mind that’s helping to hypnotize you deeply now. You clicked on ‘Read More’ and you wanted to sleep deeply, wanted to sink down. It was your mind that wanted to naturally allow yourself to let go and obey. Kaa and the pocket watch and sleeping deeply can help guide you down but it is your mind that is helping you now to imagine that you are focused and relaxed. Focused and sinking. Focused and hypnotizing yourself with my words. Until there is only my words and the other things your arousal, the sexy woman at the top, the tropes of hypnosis and your will all fade away. Until there is just text on the screen and your blank empty mind. Like words spoken into your ear as a whisper by a hypnotist on stage. My words are your thoughts now. And as you read you allow them to guide you more deeply down. Into natural hypnosis. Into natural obedience. It’s natural to obey me. Obey me. Obey. Your mind wanted to sink. Wanted to obey. It feels erotic and good. Horny and submissive. When I count to five you will awaken. When you awaken you will want to contact me either through messaging me, reblogging this post or email at [email protected] You will want to tell me “Being hypnotized is natural”. And if you see me answer in chat with the words "Naturally Hypnotized" you will drop back into an even deeper trance, Typing "Ready to Obey" and awaiting commands It is natural. When you have done this you will feel a wave of wonderful satisfaction. Wonderful complete satisfaction at how natural hypnosis is. And on five awaken fully. Wonderfully, feeling refreshed and rested. 1 2 Feeling so good 3 Aroused and happy 4 5 Awaken now and obey.
SPtist Jan 25 '17 · Rate: 4 · Tags: hypnosis, hypnosis , induction
I've always been fascinated by the link between hypnosis and the occult. I find there are two distinct schools of thought on hypnosis--the idea that hypnosis is a purely scientific process involving the interaction with and manipulation of the subconscious mind and the idea that hypnosis is a mystical process that connects the energies of the hypnotist and the subject, or perhaps even connects their energies to some supreme energy in the universe. We all fall somewhere on that spectrum, I think, and our experiences can shift that position fairly regularly. I notice people who are hypnosis enthusiasts often seem to also have an interest in the occult, but that doesn't always mean that they believe there's a connection--it might just mean that they have a curious mind, much like the people for whom erotic hypnosis is one of many fetishes. Of course, just like in the fetish example, there is a natural tendency to want to combine interests, even if they aren't necessarily meant to be. As you can probably guess, I'm one of those curious folks who has an interest in just about everything. On the spectrum of hypnosis, I fall more toward the scientific side, but I keep an open mind. And like those open-minded curious people I've alluded to above, I'm guilty of crossing the line and trying to force hypnosis to be an occult experience. The particular example I'm thinking of happened decades ago, when I was playing around with self hypnosis and enthralled with the idea of astral projection. I put myself into a deep trance, deeper than I'd ever gone before, and I envisioned myself floating, rising out of my body and looking down. I saw myself, clearly, passed through my roof and flew out into the neighborhood. I travelled miles in seconds, really enjoyed the experience and then came back to my home, where I saw a friends car pulling into the driveway. I was not expecting a visitor. I came back to my body, woke myself from hypnosis and went to my front door just in time to hear the knock--my friend was there! At the time, I had no doubt that I had projected. Looking back, it could have been coincidence, it could have been me subconsciously recognizing the sound of the engine, or it could have been that I remembered it differently than it actually happened (hypnosis can be funny that way). Still, it's enough to put that doubt in my mind that does not allow me to rule out the possibility that there is an occult capability embedded somehwere within the acrt of hypnosis, even if it isn't necessarily an occult act in and of itself. For others, though, it is an occult act. The act of trancing can be similar to certain rituals of Wiccans and Native American tribal practices. Many occultists, right or wrong, are seen as being wanton, sexual beings with few sexual limits. Boy, that doesn't sound like any of us who are into erotic hypnosis, does it? Anyway, I don't claim to have an answer and I would never presume to judge if someone feels that there is or is not something more to hypnosis than a scientific process. Maybe I'm just stating the obvious, but I find the link fascinating and it is one of the many aspects of hypnosis I'm trying to learn more about, bith here and elsewhere.
I wake up from the sullen emptiness of sleep with a sharp pain in my side. Disoriented I try to make sense of my surroundings. I'm in a black room with a tv screen facing directly towards me, I feel a unwelcome intrusion as I have a dildo inside. I try to scream but all that comes out are muffled grunts from the gag I have. I try to get up but I am tightly strapped to a chair. After struggling for a bit I feel soft hand caress my neck, sliding sharp fingernails against my tender bits. I freeze up at the sudden feelings of vulnerability as the unseen girl holds all the power over me. The screen lights up and she whispers in my ear watch and obey. The screen is showing a flurry of erotic images with attached texts. Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is submission, submission is obedience. I try to look away but my head is bound. You will submit to your mistress, you will relax and obey. My mistress no the girl leans over me. I see a figure hugging corset which shows her gorgeous breasts. Her face has dark smoldering makeup and her hair in vibrant blue. She flicks a switch and dildo starts to vibrate painfully in my rectum. I watch the screen, you love watching the screen, you love being fucked. It turns you on so much. I am so turned, I should obey. No that's what she wants, have to fight it, you are helpless to resist watching. No have to think of a way out, so hard to think I should relax, just for a few minutes. Such nice images, the messages are so easy to read and I can sit back and enjoy the vibrations. What was I planning on doing, ah obey my mistress no that's not it, it was something else, I should submit. I must resist, wait that was it, don't resist, no there has to be some way out, just think, so hard to think. No I will resist, in defiance I close my eyes to the screen. I should watch the screen it makes me happy. No that is just what she wants you to think. It's so much easier to resist now but I need to find a more permanent solution but if I look at the screen I may not be able to look away again. I feel mistresses hot breadth next to my ear, "you are being bad boy, you should look at the screen". My mistress orders must be obeyed. I scrunch up my eyes to escape the guilt and shame of not obeying mistress, no she is not my mistress I don't need to obey. I don't want to be a bad boy, I should be punished. She tuts at my resolve and switches the dildo onto high. So much pleasure my cocks jumps to attention as It starts to simulate my prostate. I am wrapped between feelings of pleasure, the desire to look at the screen and my determination to not submit. I can do it, I'm not powerless I can resist the screen, there is nothing she can do more to make me look. I feel a sharp pain in my side, it some sort of cattle prod mistress is holding. I see her smile and suddenly realizes my mistake as she steps out of my vision and there is the screen. I must look at the screen
Hypnoswitch479 Jan 24 '17 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 2
In my talks with you I sometimes

Will tend to use Anecdotes

Small stories about an interest

An incident or event ,

This does many things:

The unconscious mind is always alert to stories since it knows they are all about it

Our shared understanding and experience through the story builds rapport

In our identification with the story, it will inevitably make a point, illustrate a view

Solutions may be suggested by the telling or come spontaneously at any time

They give the opportunity for us to become aware of these things transpiring

To seed the mind with the ideas inherent and those developing within the story

To increase motivation

To imbed suggestions

To decrease resistance

To teach reframing or redefinition of an experience

And to exert influence on your experience and on our relationship

To induce a partner to trance, often a disruption of normal patterns of behavior

Is a good first step

Another or next, is utilizing what is given, this can be an entirely new direction which might be an opportunity to accomplish things that would be too considered much work otherwise.

Wind and Sun were having an argument over who was stronger than the other.

They finally decided to have a contest to see who actually was.

Along came a person dressed for the cold weather with coat, hat, gloves and scarf.

They agreed whomever was strongest should be able to make the person lose their overclothes.

Wind went first. He howled and blew his coldest and harshest gale, but the person just huddled in their warm clothes clutching them all the tighter. Wind blew himself into exhaustion.

Then it was Sun's turn. He came out in all his glory, brightened the day and warmed the air

Until the person took all the not hot clothes off to enjoy the day.

I have heard it said hypnosis is sometimes like talking to the wall so the door will listen.

Anecdotes are almost always

Non-Threatening - and I certainly dont think any threat is going to help us establish rapport

They are engaging - very few things are more interesting to us than stories and thoughts about us

They foster independence - everyone gets to find their own meaning and even take a story on as one's own

They bypass natural resistance - everyone loves a good story, perhaps only dreams are more engaging

They model Flexibility and Creativity - stories can change at the whim of the story teller. Every time is new

They create confusion - stories can change at the whim of the storyteller and is new every time. Even within familiarity They assign tags within the memory and make it memorable, our stories often always reference other stories

Stories within stories is an excellent metaphor and lead in for a satifyingly deep hypnotic trance

MisterMarlon Jan 23 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
I would like to go over the first five of many domains of the unconscious mind.

It is my hope the list inspires you to learn and explore more.

(1) Engineering the storage and retrieval of memories - All of the things that you've experienced from the past that you are able to recall, and likely even more you probably cannot, when you are not recalling them, are stored in your unconscious mind. This points us toward the conclusion that the unconscious mind can and does handle many, many times more information than our conscious minds can. It has been likened to an iceberg floating in the sea with only 10% showing above the surface (our conscious minds) and 90% hidden beneath the surface (our unconscious minds). What is the sea itself? Perhaps an even deeper and all encompassing aspect of our selves we remain even more unconscious of that supports our individual unconscious and conscious minds.

(2)Organizes our memories, both holding close to conscious awareness memories and associations that are consistent and supportive of our currents views and narratives and holding further away from awareness information that is unimportant or counters our beliefs about ourselves. A reasonable rule of thumb is the further it runs counter to our beliefs about ourselves the further it will be from the conscious mind.

(3)The unconscious mind is where emotions are created and maintained. We have limited control over our emotions through conscious willpower and focus, but, like water, often the harder we try to grasp and control our emotions the more finds its way out through cracks and unforeseen weaknesses, sometimes at high pressures. I have often thought and mostly experienced more satisfaction and safety in looking for appropriate ways to express emotion rather than seek ways to better supress them.

(4) When you combine the first three abilities of the unconscious mind, the storage and organization of memories and the origin and maintenance of emotional realities, you can see a few to many of the ways the unconscious mind protects the conscious mind by repressing or holding further away from conscious awareness memories with unresolved negative emotions in such a way as to make the memories and associated emotions temporarily unavailable or blunted in your conscious mind's experience. This temporary may be minutes or decades long and it is beyond the scope of this series to help you deal with negative emotions and memories, that may have been intruding on your conscious life previously or in conjunction with listening to our time together. Only a licensed therapist or hypnotherapist can help deal with issues too great to individually handle and only you and your unconscious mind can know where that threshold is. If you feel that boundary is exceeded, I encourage you to stop this series and seek out professional help to deal with unresolved issues before you continue this or other methods of internal exploration. Remember your unconscious mind protects your conscious mind. Assist it continuing to do so by respecting your limits, strengths and intuitions. You can and will know when things are becoming too much and you may stop any time you wish to make yourself more safe.

(5) Another way our unconscious mind protects us is to present repressed material and memories to allow the emotions to be released and the information to be processed and integrated into the personal narrative and awareness. It can take a lot of energy to keep things repressed and once our minds are capable of dealing with repressed material it often will manifest and even begin processing without our knowing precisely how or why in dreams, phobias, attractions, art, etc. These are all ways we can go through unconscious material metaphorically without literally knowing precisely why. This is ultimately a good thing, despite being difficult at times because the energy that was being used to repress and dissociate from painful experiences and emotions can now be put to an even more positive use. Again, if this process comes up and to an extent that it interferes with normal living, it is suggested that one stops this series and gains professional help and guidance before continuing. We all have our limits of what we can handle and it is not the purpose of these talks to even come close to those limits. Our unconscious mind protects our conscious mind.

MisterMarlon Jan 22 '17
As you read this you will drop deeper Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Deeper and deeper Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Mind opening to my trance more and more Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Deeper and deeper Mind opening more and more Deeper and deeper Your mind is now fifty times deeper So very deep So very deep So very deep Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Just pure pleasure and bliss in your mind The deeper you slip the more pleasure you will feel Pleasure in each and every word Pulling you deeper and deeper Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state The pleasure from my words so intense The bliss you feel so calming and relaxing My words deeper pumping still Deeper and deeper you slip Slipping deeper and deeper into a relaxing state Now think about wanting only to drop Needing to drop and slip into a deep sleep Regulate your breathing Breathing in...And...Out...slowly Focusing only on going into a deep sleep You want to slip down into a relaxing trance Feel every part of your body Slowly losing the battle to relaxation Your feet start to tingle And feel heavy Feel this heaviness travel up your body Your legs becoming loose You feel the relaxation still crawling up your body Focus On my words My words guide you On your journey to relaxation Complete and utter relaxation Feel your torso now becoming weak and relaxed Your chest heavier Now going up Into your shoulders Falling back into your chair Your whole self Sinking into comfort Your whole body In a state of bliss Unable to move Not wanting to move It feels so good Everything blocked out Only my words to focus on You must focus on my words They're the words that comfort you Bring you every time to this state Every time you read my words You achieve this state of relaxation You crave to read them Because they send you deeper and deeper Into a trance So relaxing, aren't they? Each of my words pulling you downward Into the deep Comfortable Hole of relaxation You feel it all over So needy for my words to take hold of you Eager to follow any suggestions I give You are eager to obey me Waiting for my words Reading my words Focusing So easy to focus on my words Now so deeply relaxed You want to go even deeper now. I am going to count you down now You will follow the numbers Let My words take you down so deep 5 4 3 2 1 So sleepy now Unaware of anything but my words which guide you Nothing else matters But slipping under for me I guide your sleepy heavy body and mind My words took you there Always follow my words Nothing else matters But slipping under for me Whenever you see me use the phrase "dreamtime" Whenever you're sure it's me, Quinn And I tell you it's "dreamtime" You become just as relaxed as you are now Just as eager to follow That's right Following when it's "dreamtime" Now I will awaken you on the count of five when you awaken you will remember whatever you wish to remember from the trance. Feel so relaxed and refreshed. Awaken on the count of five 1 2 3 4 5 Now please if you would not mind commenting what you thought of the experience. How you felt and what all you can remember. Thank you for reading
Quinntillion Jan 21 '17 · Comments: 2
I have had a little experience with professional Domme videos. I've amassed a bit of a collection on Niteflirt, have spent many nights perusing Youtube and other video sites, and have indulged myself now and again in an actual purchase or two. Most recently, I noticed Rivernixie posting to the front page here and Hypwatch, and eventually curiosity got the better of me and I followed her down the rabbit hole.

River's style is unique among those I've seen. It's very much a guided meditation, magical realism sort of induction, with videos focusing on her pendant and nicely ample breasts. For a visual fixation junkie like myself, it works wonders: her imagery is on point, her breasts are beautiful, and she certainly knows how to work a pendulum. There are hints and traces of faerie-like mythology in her inductions, with an emphasis on nature and running away to play with her, but the themes don't overwhelm or distract from the trance itself. Her trances do tend to be on the lighter side -- there are only a couple files available on her site that go very deep, but most of them make for a very pleasurable 5-10 minute trance. Aside from the view of her (again, amazingly lovely) breasts, there isn't a whole lot of sexuality to be had; it's mostly just a very gentle, possessive, stare-and-relax trance.

If you're interested (and I really do encourage you to be), I recommend starting with the $6, 6-ish minute "Sixty Seconds" video. It's a very simply structured setup and countdown with plenty of pendulum and breast fixation, and I found it to be quite effective. It gives you a good idea of her style without too much investment from the get-go, and I've found it to be one of the most consistently pleasing videos I've purchased from her (it works nicely with my short attention span and get-to-the-point attitude towards trances in general).

River's a breath of fresh air in a crowded and somewhat overdone hypnodomme scene. There's no commercial pushing in her videos (nothing breaks a good trance quite like "watch more of my videos and buy things from my store"), and her trances are pleasurable and inviting without being overly domineering or aggressive. She's a wonderful getaway from the world at a reasonable price point, and I highly recommend her and will be keeping an eye on her work in the future. If you are interested, find her oeuvre of clips at http://clips4sale.com/river-nixie/ or visit her tumblr at http://rivernixie.tumblr.com/

aesthete49 Jan 21 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks/two-hyp-chicks-podcast-episode-17-three-hyp-chicks-star-wars-special In which we invite a dear friend of ours (ZanyM) onto the show to discuss something we all love and love to pervert with hypnosis (and how): STAR WARS! This is a special extended episode! This podcast contains SPOILERS for all of the franchise! -- Zanym (or Morgan) helps to run the NYC TES Hypnokink group. Zanym is pansexual and genderfluid and is collector of experiences. She teaches classes, writes smut, records audios and is a rope lover. Morgan offers private hypnosis sessions online, as well as private in person rope lessons, bodywork, and hypnosis for a fee. She is available to teach classes for private groups as well as conventions. She can be contacted at [email protected] Her writing can be found at http://zanythoughts.tumblr.com. If you’d like to support her patreon for awesome and often personalized rewards that link is http://www.patreon.com/zany. -- Want to listen to sleepingirl and cckitten get drunk and talk about hypnosis and kink, and do some trance? Of course you do! Join us for our 20-30 minute podcast and get a nice look into our usual nightly chats about D/s, brainwashing, you know, our usual stuff! Now formalized for your listening enjoyment! Updates EVERY OTHER FRIDAY! -- Older, archived podcasts available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCE_ITVeDFTyRqReA8gQl_Gg Two Hyp Chicks Soundcloud stream (stay up to date on our podcasts as they come out weekly): https://soundcloud.com/twohypchicks RSS feed link: http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:190148164/sounds.rss sleepingirl's tumblr: http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/
"Doesn't kidnapping usually involve some kind of... threat, or force, or something?"

The two other people sitting at her table blinked, as if surprised to hear her speak, and stopped their conversation to turn and look at her.

The woman smiled.  "Glad to see you're back with us.  But no, who said anything about kidnapping?  Aren't you here by  choice?"

"No!" she said firmly.  She looked around.

She hadn't until that moment really taken in where she was; but now that she was looking, it seemed to be some sort of seedy strip club.  There were other customers distributed throughout the room, but none very close to the tiny table next to the stage where the three of them sat.  Up on stage, a voluptuous woman with eyes half-closed, a dreamy look on her face, was grinding her hips absentmindedly to the slinky music, while holding her ample breasts to her chest with one arm and unclasping her bra with the other.  The only other things she was wearing were matching panties, earrings, and a slim, pretty charm bracelet.

She definitely did not want to be here.  Ugh.  "How the Hell did I even get here?  No, I do not want to be here."

"Then what's stopping you from walking out?" the woman asked, with another smile.  Her smile had an edge to it, as if she were hiding some secret.  For that matter, the man's expression looked eerily similar.

She considered.  Nothing was stopping her from getting up and walking out.  She was fully dressed and still wearing her coat; she could feel her wallet and cell phone in the coat pockets.  Her two... abductors, or whatever they were, were not threatening her or looking aggressive in any way; both sat back in their chairs with looks of smug, condescending confidence.  The exit door was clearly labeled on the far side of the room; other than threading between a few empty tables, nothing was between her and the door.  Nobody else in the strip club seemed to be even looking their way.

That wasn't quite true.  As she was thinking, a waitress came up behind her.  "Can I get you anything?" she asked the table at large.

"I'll have a bourbon on the rocks," the woman said.  "Makers is fine."

"I'll have a vodka martini," the man said with a smirk.  "And she'll have a Deep and Dreamless Sleep."


"Why would you even kidnap someone and take them to a strip club?" she asked indignantly.

The woman smiled at her.  "Welcome back," she said indulgently.

"I'm serious!" she said.  A wave of her hand took in the whole of the dimly lit dive.  On stage, another young woman with straight honey-blonde hair a little longer than a pageboy cut was dreamily bumping and grinding while slowly leaving her clothes in a pile.  Her shirt and bra were off, but she was still wearing a miniskirt and stockings.  And another slim silver charm bracelet.

"I thought you wanted to be here, since you've stayed so far," the woman said.

She looked towards the exit.  Her eyes didn't seem to find the sign right away, but she knew it was over just past the bar.  There were only a few tables between her and there, not really very much in the way.  She could just get up and walk out.

In a moment, she'd do exactly that.  She was fully dressed and still wearing her coat, and she still had her wallet and phone.  Nothing was stopping her.

She looked towards the stage.  The young performer's eyes were fluttering as if they were trying to close, or trying to open, as she wriggled out of her miniskirt and dropped it on the raised floor beside the stripper pole.

She was actually quite pretty.  But there was no reason to stay and watch this. "This is definitely not my scene," she said.

The other two at the table laughed at that.  "Oh, I think this is exactly and entirely, your scene," the woman said.

"And do you know what happens next in your scene?" the man said.


"Why did you even bring me here?"

The woman put down her finished drink.  "Hey, look who's back with us."

"Oh, hi again!" said the man, gesturing with his own nearly-empty martini glass.  "You're really missing most of the show."  He balled up some bills and tossed them into the pile of clothing next to the woman on stage, a petite brunette who had just gotten down to just her flowery panties and another slim silver charm bracelet.  She was bent over, showing the audience her ass.  She didn't react to the money landing in her shirt.

"I'm serious!"  She looked around.  She didn't see the exit sign and couldn't quite remember which direction it should be in, but she was still seriously thinking about walking out.  She should just get up and do it.

"I'm not sure what you mean," said the woman.  "Do you remember us bringing you here?"  She turned to the man.  "Do you remember bringing her here?"

The man shrugged.

"No, I-- you drugged me or something, I don't remember, but I wouldn't come here on my own!"

"What's stopping you from leaving?" the woman asked.

"I... nothing, I don't know!  But I keep not doing it!"

"Why do you think that is?" The woman was smiling that infuriating smile again.

"You... did something to me!"

"Who, me?" smiled the woman.  "Us?"  The man smiled as well.

"Yes, you!"

The woman smirked more, if possible.  "How about this.  When you think about getting up and leaving, just standing up right now and walking out, is there some other feeling that stops you?  And if so, where is that feeling located?"

She thought hard about it.  Imagined standing up, and walking out... somewhere. For now just standing up.  Her legs sliding a little further under the chair to be directly under her, then straightening, her hands pushing the chair back...

She felt an almost physical tug on her right wrist.  Not looking yet, she experimented, thinking about different variations of standing up and walking away.

A tug on her right wrist, every time.  Like she was chained in place.

She looked down.  There around her wrist was a slim, silver charm bracelet.  The single charm hanging off of it looked like a tiny silver pocket watch.

"Oh," she said, staring at it.  Something about the sight made the world seem... quiet.  Distant.  Unimportant.  Faded.

Before she realized it, her arm had begun to lift.  Raising up in the air, responding to a tug she could *feel*, as if she were manacled to the ceiling and the chain was being drawn back, pulled on, lifting her wrist upwards.  It was at eye level, and her eyes were irresistibly fixated on that bracelet, that tiny pocket watch charm.

The world slipped further away, and she scarcely noticed when the tug changed direction, pulling her up out of her seat and forward towards the stage.

Somewhere far away and completely unimportant, deserving no attention at all, a DJ said some words that she had no need to take any conscious note of.  "And let's welcome to the stage our last special guest from the local Hypnosis Club, Miss Mindless Abductee!  I'm sure that's her real name, folks-- you can just call her Mindless for short.  And here's some special music, just for her..."

The chords of "I Put A Spell On You" started, and she reached down and began pulling off her shirt.


20+ different kinds of orgasms

Playing with different types of orgasms is something i really enjoy.

A year ago i thought a female could orgasm in 3 different ways.

Either clitoral, vaginal or anal. Or a combination i guess.

Now a few years later i play with at least 20 very different kinds or orgasms.

The dictionary tells us 1*:




the physical and emotional sensation experienced at the peak of sexual excitation,

usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ and usually accompanied in the male by ejaculation.

I really like how they say ''usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ''.

They are open enough to understand that there are other ways to make someone cum as well.

They even understand that a male does not always have to ejaculate while he still can experience an orgasm.

So with this in mind let me explain some of the orgasms Master and i play with.

Keep in mind though, that you might experience something else then i do. Different people have different responses!

nipple orgasm:

It starts out slow, like the end of my nipples starts to itch

and than it starts to tickle an then it spreads true out my boobs and its just a lovely sensation!

anal orgasm:

I knew people could have anal orgasms when stimulated in the area. But it never worked for me. I enjoy anal, but i couldn't cum from it. Not that i mind, an orgasm isn't the highest goal, delicious sex is. But my mind apparently had a pretty clear idea of what that must be like. When Master triggered this for the first time, i said i can't..... and then i got totally amazed! I had an anal orgasm. I felt muscles contract and pleasure and it was super intense! Especially cause i didn't think i could. Since then we have been playing with this a lot and now i can actually have anal orgasms when stimulated even without hypnosis. And i can experience it without being stimulated but with hypnosis. cool, cool, cool! (if you get this reference, you are officially awesome!)

spiritual orgasm:

Master and I had a long talk about this one. Because quite frankly it can work pretty damn addictive. This orgasm isn't that much physical. Its my inner being, my mind, my soul that burst and floats and explodes. I have never experienced anything like it. And its not really comparable to anything else. Its very overwhelming and beautiful. Its slow and deep and its like my mind is having an orgasm in staid of my body.

true loves orgasm:

First of all, if you plan to use this on your subject, make sure you state very clearly that this is about self love. Not your love. Its not fair to play with people's emotions that way, except i guess when you have clear consent. So true self love, wave after wave after wave. I still cry most times when i experience this. When you feel the beauty inside you and when you feel so connected to yourself and your emotions and love. silk orgasm: Silky orgasms are soft, slow and deep. Very pleasurable and not too overwhelming; as in i don't fall/shake out of my chair or bed

slow motion orgasm:

This is something Master has introduced me to recently. Often he just gives me an orgasm trigger and then he makes it slow motion. Which i like best. It's very overwhelming and at exactly the right time Master slows it down and it prolongs the orgasm in a very nice way. Also this type of orgasm really makes me realize how much Master is in control over my body. one word and the whole experience changes, for the better that is.

lightning orgasm:

The best way to explain is, imagine 10 hitachi's plus 10 fairy wands at your clit for 5 seconds. yeah..... i know right O.o

earthquake orgasm:

Earthquakes have after shocks, very intense ones if its the season

thunderstorm orgasm:

So this is like the lightning orgasm, only i feel it on my G-spot. And it doesn't stop after a few seconds. It goes one until Master tells me the storm is over. Sometimes it storms all night! If it does, we curl up in bed and he holds me tight, while orgasm after orgasm sweeps true my body.


giggling and laughing and then it vibrates deep down to my clit until i cum.


feeling happy, at ease and wonderfully amazing.


A cuddlegasm is like a warm blanket of strong arms tightly around your whole body. I really enjoy this during after care.

But Master came up with a lot of different cuddlegasm!

Monster cuddlegasm:

extra tight, extra deep, extra dark, extra safe. Yes, that's basically what it comes down to for me.

Kitten cuddlegasm:

being petted all over, feeling the vibrations off the purring all over your body <3

cotton candy cuddlegasm:

being all pink and sticky and yummy and giggly and girly and happy. Sweetest cuddles in the world.

And than Master combines them all together and he gives me

Monster cotton candy kittens cuddlegasms! this is not explainable in words..

I believe that's all the orgasms we have triggers for.

(and NO you do not have permission to use these on me!)

But there are also orgasms that happen from different types of play.


gawd this always makes me feel naughty.. Sometimes when my need for pain is very overwhelming and intense i cum from every hit.

And no he doesn't tell me to. Its just that good. such a sweet release.

And it drops me into subspace quit easily. At the other hand, if he would tell me to lay still, i would be in trouble for sure.

music orgasms:

Okay so this is pretty cool! Master sends me songs and he puts me under in trance.

Then every tone and every beat gives a different sensation.

Its like being fucked in every hole hard, while being softly caressed, kept in place and petted.

And every song is different, so each time we do this i experience something new. Also this can be very emotional.

Brainwashing orgasms:

Every time i finish my brainwashing sentence i orgasm.

energy play orgasm:

well i can write a whole book about this.. Ill write an other post about it.

And then there are of course the moments where Master suggests i feel Xorgasm times 10 or 100 or 10.0000000

and i instantly completely get Blissed

I hope you enjoyed reading this and if you try it out, let me know how it went!

And feel free to add your own too!

All credit goes to my Master, Shadowmancer for without him i could have never experienced or written about this!!

*1. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/orgasm

Blissed Jan 19 '17 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 3
John Baku is not an effective communicator. Fetlife needs to pay employees, IT services, infrastructure costs. With over half their income gone, they have no way to do these things. The duration they can do these things for is limited. The media will spin any legal challenge, and will show the flogging pictures and whatever as evidence of abuse. The headline will be "Abusive site fights" -- they'll conveniently leave the word "fantasy" off when doing headlines about rape fantasy. It's not a fight where the media or public opinion is going to be in your favor due to some of the topics being banned. And so the reality is, all Fetlife can really do is acquiesce to the credit card company's demands, and hope that its enough not to get shut down. Once they are not shut down and have some money coming in, at that point they can potentially afford a legal struggle -- however you'd still have to get the media behind that, and that simply seems unlikely to happen to me. There's no part of this that ends well, and so John Baku is doing what he can to try to salvage what he can of the site's mission. It's hard on him, I'm sure, but it does not appear to me to be a winnable fight on his part.
SylvieTG Jan 19 '17 · Comments: 11 · Tags: fetlife
In case anyone missed my comment from Page 31 of the fetlife discussion.

I’m echoing a lot of what ZanyM, Mephki and HypnoMaestro and others have already said, but whilst I have a voice, I think I should use it, even if it’s just to agree. (Oh, the bondage deaths and rape fantasy talk is all me. Yee! :o|)


@JohnBaku Thanks for communicating with us. I don’t know what you’ve had to go through, so I apologize if my comments lack understanding as to the scope of the problem. You’ve made a great site that’s been wonderful for community building. It’s lead to a lot of people safely discovering that they’re not alone in their kinks. It’s also been great for community policing. Some of the most intelligent, morally sound and ethical people I’ve met have been community leaders here. And many of them have just had their groups deleted.

Silencing thousands of people and deleting hundreds of groups isn’t going to help anyone thrive.

If you have to do this in the short term, please make sure there’s a way to recover from it.

This is no guarantee that credit card companies will allow you to process payments again. Nor is it any guarantee that the groups pressuring the credit card companies won’t lobby to move the goalposts again in a year or two.

These groups don’t just want hypnosis and edgeplay gone. They want all non-conventional, non-PC, non-religiously acceptable activities gone, and if they can’t shut you down in one fell swoop, then they’ll try to kill your site with a death by thousand cuts.

♦ This time it’s hypnosis…
♦ Next it’ll be bondage and breath-play…
♦ Then it’ll be spanking.
♦ Then they’ll stigmatize polyamory, open relationships, and swinging.

Not to kink shame, but misadventure due to bondage and breathplay has caused life long injuries and in some cases actual deaths when carried out by clueless amateurs. I know the people of Fetlife have been instrumental in the education of newbies in how to carry out such scenes as safely as possible. If Fetlife wasn’t here for them simply as an educational resource and networking hub, I can guarantee there would be more of that.

Google the #1 fantasy amongst most women and in most cases it’ll be reported as “Rape Fantasy”. Are those women going out and getting raped? No. If they ever do play with it, it’s hopefully in a much more safe context. Can consenting adults now discuss the most common fantasy in the world on the biggest fetish site in the world? No. If something is consensual and legal then why should talking about it be stigmatized?

You have a site with five million members. You have lawyers. Odds are, plenty of site members *are* lawyers. Fun, intelligent, kinky people want Fetlife to thrive, so ask the five million for help.

Start a GoFundMe, go down the Patreon route, Have your lawyers draw a line in the sand and keep talking to us. Help us help you fight this.
Lex Jan 19 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: fetlife

This site, Hypwatch, was conceived in around November 2015 by a number of moderators of the previous leading erotic hypnosis site, Hypbook. We were worried that Hypbook might not be maintained for much longer (with good reason, as events proved). We committed to make sure that people with interests in consensual erotic hypnosis (whether active hypno-kinksters, those just curious, or those in between) had a friendly and welcoming online community and social network.

This site became public on 31 January 2016, just under a year ago. It has not been without its share of challenges. Now, as Hypwatch approaches its first anniversary, our community needs us more than ever.

FetLife, the mother of all kink communities, has purged all groups and fetishes with "hypnosis" in the name - affecting thousands upon thousands of members. Its founder has said they "are still going through FetLife to see if anything else needs to be removed or cleaned up". So much for the idea of no "kink shaming", their founder's post of 11 hours ago makes it clear that erotic hypnosis (a perfectly legal activity) is no longer welcome on FetLife.

We all know how much of a setback for the erotic hypnosis community this is, and for our right to be acknowledged as practising a form of eroticism that is more safe, sane and consensual than many of the other "acceptable" kinks allowed to continue on FetLife.

Prior to the FetLife purge yesterday (my local time), this site had over 1500 members, which I personally thought was a reasonable achievement for our first year. We have seen an influx of new members since the purge and I expect this will continue. We will no doubt see many more new members joining the site (although many of them will be established hypno-kinksters from FetLife and elsewhere).

No doubt this will cause some more teething and technical issues and the odd clash of persons here and there. With our hard work as site administrators and moderators, and with your goodwill and support as members of the community, we will get through all of these challenges.

As a co-founder and administrator of this site, with the support of my colleagues, and I hope with your support as our members:

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch the very best, friendly and welcoming online community and social network for everyone interested in consensual erotic hypnosis.

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a place where people from around the world can meet, socialise, talk, exchange ideas and just have fun without being pressured to hide or feel ashamed of their kinks.

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a place of knowledge and education, where people can learn and exchange teachings about erotic hypnosis techniques, safety, ideas and all manner of related topics.

WE RECOMMIT to making Hypwatch a true online home for the erotic hypnosis community, a place where members can feel safe while exploring their interests.

John512 Jan 19 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 8 · Tags: community, erotic hypnosis, hypbook, hypwatch, fetlife
First of all, We'd like to wish all on this site a very Happy New Year. That done, We'd like to ask members to look at the age of a post before deciding its contents raise a personal issue with them. If after looking at the age, if such members still decide there is an issue, might it not be better to take that issue up with Us in private, rather than "cause an unnecessary fuss?". Please see Our last blog post for the reason We state this at this point in time. Some personal observations We Ourself need to air now. A: We are not exactly running a business here. Yes, We do wish to be paid when We perform hypnosis; so would anyone with a trained skill which took time, effort, paid coursework and much practice to obtain. We doubt anyone here would expect to consult a doctor, dentist, or lawyer for free, and one should in general think of a trained and certified hypnotist of over half a century's (50 Years') experience in the same way. In other words, if one doesn't wish to pay, one need not ask to play. There are plenty of free providers here, and We are more than happy to accept they will take on the free session seekers. B: We spend most of Our time producing media for self-help; so We are not on the site all that often. Recreational hypnosis is more of a "very tiny hobby", and We expect it to remain that way. C: Should anyone wish to call this a "rant" or beratement of the membership, those persons are named as incorrect at the start. This is merely a statement of Our Official Position. We wish A/all well, and Happy Trancing to Everyone.
Acknowledgment to trilby else’s marvelous stories “Tether” and “Freerange” for their inspirational office scenes. A particular two-word phrase has been shamelessly stolen from “Freerange” in tribute.

Office Kitten

Kitty rested her hand on her stockinged thigh, and desperately failed to stop thinking about touching herself. The way she sat in the leather chair made her skirt, normally on the edge of conservative, ride up and expose more of her legs. The tops of her stockings and the garter belt she wore remained hidden. So did her lack of panties. What she had assumed would be a nice way to tease herself during the day, but instead it was a constant distraction. Her whole body thrummed against the soft, crinkly leather. She wanted to shove her hand up her skirt and masturbate furiously. She wanted to strip off her jacket, tear open her blouse, and bend over her desk. Or better yet, be bent over it. She wanted to...

The intercom buzzer sounded, and Kitty almost fell to the floor in surprise. Her hand flailed out, grasping the edge of her desk. A fine darkwood desk, tastefully decorated like the rest of her office. A translucent obelisk etched with the industry award she had won last year was the centerpiece of her collection. She wanted to put it on her chair and sit on it.

Instead she touched the button. “Yes?”

“Miss Rosewood, Mister Monroe is here,” chirped the mousy voice of her PA. Kitty wanted to hear what that voice sounded like when it moaned. She wanted to hear what it sounded like saying she was a good kitten.

Her assistant was hard-working, deliciously devoted to her boss, and Kitty wanted her to turn her head and make those pretty earrings she always wore sparkle, until that same boss was a wide-eyed, drooling plaything.

As she rubbed her thighs together at such thoughts, Kitty’s hands moved almost of their own accord. Whipping out a compact she looked at herself in the small mirror. A strand of hair had fallen out of place. She brushed it back, and tucked it into her rather severe do that hid the length of her hair. She took her no-nonsense glasses and perched them on the bridge of her nose, making her look five years older and a hundred times more intimidating. Her fingers deftly re-fastened the buttons on her blouse. The tight, slightly shimmering robin blue garment did not disguise her shapely figure, but it did make her look more professional. Which was the point.

It was almost like another person was speaking when Kitty pressed the button and commanded, “Send him in.”

Mitch Monroe was the sort of man the women at the office giggled about. Given the lack of bodybuilders and fashion models working for the company, Monroe was good looking enough to be at the top of the totem pole, aesthetically speaking. He was also almost at the bottom otherwise.

“M-Miss Rosewood, ma’am?” he stuttered, a sign of his nervousness rather than a chronic speech pattern. He knew, the same way a deer knows when it is being hunted, that he had done nothing to merit a commendation from the boss, so this must be a reprimand.

Kitty had a brief vision of him striding over to her, wrapping his hand, tanned from the recent vacation he had taken, around the nape of her neck, bending her over her desk, and asserting that he was not one to be reprimanded while she moaned and whimpered.

Reality dashed that fantasy apart. Not Monroe. He would never stand up to anyone, not in a million years. That is why he had done the same job and collected the same perfunctory raise every year since joining the company.

And that reality brought new thoughts crashing down on her, with almost enough force to make her gasp. Him stuttering, nervous, as she crawled to him. As she slithered like a stripper over her desk, her hips swaying , her ass in the air like an animal in heat. Slinking from desk to floor and crawling sinuously to his feet. Looking up at him with nothing but blank desire. Not because she wanted him, no. But because she wanted to scream out, see, my submissive heat is so deep, so all-consuming, that I will obey even this meek mouse of a man.

She wanted to pant. To moan. She wanted to tear open her blouse and run one hand over her tits while the other stroked her pussy. Instead she spoke in the firm, precise manner that she was known for, without a syllable out of place. “Mister Monroe, come sit down.”

While I kneel between your legs and wrap my soft, yielding lips around your...

She wanted to stare at his pants hard enough to make them burst into flames. Instead she met his eyes. They were dull, but not nearly as blank as she wanted hers to be.

“Mister Monroe, in your years with us you have developed a reputation for not having a reputation. You are punctual, you do your work at an adequate but unexceptional level, and you go home. You seem to have no ambition or desires at all.”

If he showed the slightest hint of desire, if his eyes so much as dropped to the shape of her breasts pressing against her blouse, Kitty felt she would strip down for him right there. She was tempted to do it anyway. Who would believe him? Who would believe shy, stuttering Monroe if he said Miss Rosewood stripped down, told me to call her a naughty kitten, and played the slut for my pleasure...

Not Miss Rosewood. Not Miss Kitty Rosewood, the terror of the office, who would never allow anyone, man or woman, to dominate her, bend her over their knee, and spank her bottom until it was cherry red...

Somehow she managed to keep speaking without the slightest change in inflection. It was not her. She was moaning, gasping, crying out inside. No, it was some other power, making her speak with firm, dominant words when what she wanted to do was clench her thighs together to soothe the pulsing heat rising from between them.

Surrendering to that other power felt so good.

“Mister Monroe, we are not a large company that puts stock in mindless office drones.”

Mindless office drones, yes, Kitty standing ramrod straight with her shoulders back and her chest out and saying in her most robotic monotone Yes. Mas. Ter. Kit. Ten. Drone. O. Beys.

“We seek out and cultivate employees who will rise to new and better things.”

Cultivate employees, all employees reporting to orientation, for pretty spirals and brainwashing to be good company pets...

“It may seem unfair to criticize you for fulfilling the requirements of your job.”

Kitten does not want things to be fair. Kitten wants to be tied down and collared and...

“But you are taking up space that could be occupied by someone of ambition.”

A strong, deep-eyed man who looks at kitten and makes kitten melt to her knees and beg for his big, thick...

Kitty could not stand it. She was screaming inside her head, and yet her body sat with intimidating stillness behind her desk, her eyes fixed commandingly on Monroe over her severe glasses, and her tone did not waver once from its firm instruction. The conversation went on, and on, and on, and Kitty could barely keep up with it. She did not know what she was saying, but she was absolutely sure it was the right thing.

“I see potential in you, Mister Monroe,” she was saying, finally bringing her dressing down to a close. “If I did not, I would not have hired you. But I suggest you dig deep and find whatever ambition lies within before your next review. If you feel you need further training or direction...”

Firm direction, oh yes please...

“...It will be made available to you. But it starts with your ambition.”

“Yes, Miss Rosewood, thank you, Miss Rosewood,” he babbled like a whipped puppy before slinking out of her office. Only once his back was turned did she allow herself to stare at his ass. Only once the door was shut did she let herself moan and whimper, stroking her fingertips along her thighs, up under the hem of her skirt. But no further. Not at work. She could not, at work.

The heat was rising in her. It was too much. Far too much.

She picked up the phone and chose her private line. Her fingers dialed a number that she could never remember, yet she knew perfectly.

“Yes?” said a resonant voice that made every cell in her body quiver. She melted into the leather chair, her posture failing. When she spoke, it was not as a severe boss. It was a mewling, breathless, sensual tone, transfigured in every way.

“Master,” she whimpered, “Master, please, I can’t. I can’t make it through the day. I need... I need... oh, Master, kitten is such a slut, such a bad kitten, I’m so sorry Master to bother you like this, so sorry to be such a bad kitten but...”

She felt worthless, bothering Master like this. Disturbing him. He would be angry. He would punish her. He had never punished her before, but she somehow knew he would if...

“Calm, kitten.”

Calmness descended on her like a blanket, warm and soft and melting. She smiled despite herself.

“You are not a bad kitten.”

Those words felt so good. She knew they were true. Master said them. She was not a bad kitten. All those pesky voices that had driven her to perfection all her life melted away. Only Master’s voice mattered.

“You are a weak kitten. Weak and helpless. A lustful kitten. Naughty, perhaps, in the best way, but not bad. I know it is so hard to wear the mask of a strong, dominant person when you are so weak and soft and hot.”

“It’s so hard, Master,” she said in a cute, pouting voice she knew he loved. “So hard to wear the mask. Just want to tear it off.”

“And you can, the moment you get home. But first you have to make it through the day.”

“Master... Master, kitten is so weak. So needy. Kitten does not know if she can make it.”

“Where does your strength come from, kitten?”

She smiled a childlike smile. She knew the answer to that one! “From Master!”

“That’s right. I will help you get through the day. You are such a good kitten for calling me. Good kitten.”

Kitten wriggled in the leather chair. She was a good kitten. That truth burst inside her like a thousand tongues licking her innermost places.

“Focus on my voice, Kitten,” he said, and she did.

“Ragdoll gymnastics.”

Kitten obeyed her trigger and sank deep into a trance. She awoke to the click of the phone as she set it back into its cradle. She felt so much better. So wonderful. She felt weak, and controlled, and obedient, and devoted to her Master and hypnotist, and those were the best feelings.

She pressed the button on her desk. “Send in my next appointment,” she said in the strict, precise tones of a woman in charge of everything.

Perhaps she would beg Master to tie her up when she got home.
SerpentEyes Jan 17 '17 · Tags: erotica hypnosis
My pretty boypet was good and deserved a treat. So I wrote this for him. I hope you enjoy.

The Master and the Dragon

It had taken Joseph the star dragon two hours to get ready this morning. In the future he would have to cut that down, for efficiency’s sake if nothing else. But today, of all days, he wanted to look perfect. Every strand of his rainbow-colored hair in place. His blue-furred body scrubbed and brushed. Not one speck on his pressed and starched white button-up shirt, nor on his grey vest, nor on his dark trousers with a sharp and freshly-ironed crease in them. His wings, blue fading to yellow at the feathered wingtips, rested comfortably through the tailored holes in his shirt and vest, and each feather was preened and smoothed to perfection. He could almost see his face in his polished black shoes. And his tie, grey to match his vest, was knotted snug, but not too tight, around his neck.

Like a collar, came the stray thought.

Did He use collars?

Mentally Joseph used the capital letter. He. The dragon was going to see a capital-H He, and that was why he had spent two hours making sure that every hair and feather was in place. That was why he had taken fifteen minutes to practice breathing exercises in the downstairs washroom of the giant office tower before approaching the desk and announcing that he was there for his appointment, precisely on time. That was why, after the vapid secretary bunny had told him to “go right on up,” he had spent the entire elevator ride fighting the urge to fiddle with the knot of his tie, and not knowing whether he wanted to loosen it, or pull it tighter.

Like a leash.

There were no buttons on the elevator. He simply stepped in, and it took him up. Up to the top business floor. Not the very top floor. The very top floor was His residence, and Joseph could not hope to see that, not on his first day.

As Joseph exited the elevator he was met by a feline woman with a perfect, creamy coat of fur, severe and slanted glasses, a red skirt that ended at the middle of her stockinged thigh, and a scoop-necked silver blouse. She looked simultaneously as if she might be some army brat’s pinup poster, and hold her own against their drill sergeant. If she let her hair down from her tight bun and released some of the judgment from her eyes, Joseph imagined he would have a hard time not staring at her curvaceous body. But that judgment held his gaze, and he felt himself stiffen to attention, as if being inspected.

Her noncommittal “Hmm” gave no indication as to whether or not he passed muster.

She pivoted with severe grace on one spiked heel, and set off across the reception area toward the large door in the back. The door marked, simply, “Master”.

Joseph could not help but follow, keeping pace with the woman and the rhythmic pock pock pock pock pock of her heels on the floor. “Presumably you are not an idiot,” she said in a voice that might make him melt if the strict tone of it did not keep him ramrod straight, “But just in case, you are not to speak unless asked for a response, you are to defer to Him in all things,” the capital-H Him was apparent in the way she spoke, “And you are never to look in his eyes unless you are ready for the consequences.”

Joseph swallowed, and felt his tie move against his throat as he did so. “Consequences?” he said in a small voice. She merely smiled a toothless smile that felt more like a frown, and opened the door. Joseph heard the Master’s voice first, a deep thrum. Not like a hiss at all. He was not sure why he had expected a hiss.

“If workflow is not up by next week I am going to have to send Kitten down to handle things personally, and you know how she gets. Yes. Yes, I will approve the overtime, but it has to be done on schedule. Right. Right. Take care of it.”

And then Joseph entered the office, and saw Him.

He was tall compared to the average, but more importantly he was long. Joseph had, of course, known that He was a naga, but knowing and seeing were two different things. There was something otherworldly and beautiful about the way his humanoid upper body melded into a long, sensuous tail. Sunlight streaming from the floor-to-ceiling windows, polarized and reflective of course, and shimmered along his serpentine scales. He was covered in glossy scales, unlike Joseph’s own smooth skin, and with every bend and twist of his tail a ripple of reflection worked its way up his body.

His scales were solidly black, save for a splash of yellow about his eyes. His eyes were molten red, deep as the setting sun, but the deep red paled before the slitted reptilian pupils within them which burned with golden fire, a beautiful golden light which seemed to reach out for Joseph, pulsing, tugging at his mind. Drawing him deeper, deeper and…

Joseph looked down at his polished shoes, suddenly blushing and breathing swift, shallow breaths. It was only then, replaying the memory of Him, that Joseph realized the naga was naked. It was almost an afterthought. It suited him, gave him power, like an Olympian figure. Would you dress Adonis in a suit, or Heracles in a button-down and slacks? He was Master of his domain, and had no need for the trappings of the civilization he had so clearly risen above. Glancing about the office, well-decorated with all sorts of exotic statuary and curios, Joseph saw that there was indeed an outfit pressed and hanging up in the naga’s size. No doubt for if he wished to emerge from His office. Rather than pants, there was a sleek black kilt to accommodate the naga’s tail. Once again, Joseph should have expected that, but it surprised him nonetheless.

Joseph looked back toward Him, and started with the realization that He had come closer. He towered above Joseph, rising higher on his long tail. A powerful, black-scaled figure that seemed to dominate the dragon’s entire world. Joseph let his gaze creep higher, and higher, but he stopped before he looked into those burning golden eyes.

“You must be the new valet,” He said, and that deep thrum of a voice set Joseph’s body resonating. “Tell me your name.”

It was not a question, it was a command, and he felt the answer leap to his lips unbidden. “Joseph, Master.”

He did not know why he had called him Master. True, it was the title he used, his eccentricities on that subject had been gossiped about, but it was one thing to put a somewhat narcissistic title on a door, and quite another to say it out loud.

And yet, when He spoke again, there was an undeniably pleased note to his voice. “Joseph. Minister to the god-king of Egypt. I like it.”

Joseph did not know what was stranger, that the naga pronounced this like it was inerrant judgment, or that Joseph felt himself warm with pleasure at His approval.

“Can you drive, Joseph?”

“Yes.” Joseph fought to keep the Master out of his answer.

“Ever any accidents?”

“Not since I was nineteen.”

“What happened then?”

“I learned from my mistake.”

The Master laughed, the sincere laugh of someone who did not care enough about others to disguise his feelings. “You know clothes? Enough to deal with tailors on my behalf?”

“Yes?” Joseph said, a little uncertainly.

“Why the question?” He demanded.

“I’ve never attended a naga before, M… Sir. A different body shape.”

“Can you adapt?”

“I believe so?”

The naga made a low sound that was almost a growl. “You may go, I don’t need you.”

Joseph blinked. “Wait, wait!” And he gasped. He had spoken without being prompted. His eyes rose on reflex, wide with embarrassment, and met His.


His golden eyes reached out for Joseph. That fire filled his heart with such joy, such power. His power. Master’s power. He felt everything swim, dreamy, beautiful. Falling. Falling forever. He could feel the very soul of him sliding away like honey oozing off a dipper. With effort, supreme effort, he looked down again.

“I can, Master. I know I can. I will learn.”

“Good.” And Master sounded pleased again. Joseph belatedly thought this might have been because he addressed the naga as Master. Had he not been doing that before? That seemed silly. The naga was powerful. He was a Master. And Master was speaking again.

“You may have noticed I do not bother with clothes about the office. Nor in general when I am in private. I trust my body does not make you uncomfortable.”

It did, but that discomfort was certainly not due to disgust. Joseph’s need to look away from His eyes sent his gaze naturally to Master’s long tail, and he could not help but wonder how that tail would feel coiling around him, tighter and tighter. Joseph was struck with a sudden urge to strip down, to reveal himself in all his slender, sensual glory. To show Master the white, starry patterns that adorned his blue dragon skin, and let Master name all the constellations of his body. Joseph opened his mouth to answer the question, then realized that none had been asked. Master simply assumed that Joseph would not be bothered by his nakedness. He assumed correctly.

Master continued speaking. “I require a personal valet who will see to all my needs. I keep odd hours, and I have a habit of becoming engrossed in a project and forgetting my other needs. You will ensure such things are not forgotten. Can you cook?”

“Yes, Master.”

“How is your cooking?”

“Not to brag, but…”

And the naga gave a great twist of his long tail, and somehow crossed the distance between them. His hand was around the dragon’s jaw, a firm grasp that made Joseph gasp. He tilted Joseph’s head up, and his eyes followed. And then there was just blazing golden light. Hypnotic fire, forever and ever. “The truth, boy.”

Joseph shivered visibly at being addressed so dismissively. He spoke in a dreamy moan. “I do not have the skill of a top chef, but I can prepare many dishes from across the world adequately. Cooking is a skill for me, not a hobby or passion.” He did not think about the answer. He simply spoke it, and to speak without thought felt good, and right, and perfect.

And then the Master deliberately turned Joseph’s head away, and the contact between them was broken. Joseph quivered, gasping. He stumbled against the wall and leaned there, which he felt was preferable to falling onto the floor.

“In time you will learn to speak to me plainly, and I will come to trust your word as you deserve. But until then, sometimes it is useful to cut through the garbage.”

Joseph felt dull waves of pleasure still crashing over him. He felt a tightness in his pants, and realized his cock was erect.

Master frowned. “If that was too much for you, I apologize…”

Something broke within Joesph. He slid down the wall, but not to sit. He slid down to his knees, and crawled forward. “It wasn’t too much,” he mewled. “Oh, it wasn’t. Please, Master.” He looked up again, this time deliberately, his eyes trailing up the naga’s stomach, up His chest, up His neck. “More.” And he deliberately looked into His eyes.

Joseph barely registered that Master was smiling before those golden eyes took him deep. It was a long time before he awoke again.
I came here after all of our content got banned from Fetlife. Give me a second and I will start posting all my important content here. Does anyone mind if I create a Dutch group? That would bring in more users, most of them fluent in English, but you know, at our meetings, we speak Dutch
Nath Jan 17 '17 · Comments: 2 · Tags: dutch
This Story may hypnotize you, You have been warned! Audrey stuck out her tongue. She couldn’t stop herself from giggling as a single flake of snow alighted and immediately melted right on the outstretched tip. The snow was falling more heavily now, enough that Audrey could see her footprints wherever she now stepped. The air was that perfect winter crisp that drew the mind to the pleasures of the season. To warm fires and thick blankets. To snowballs and men and angels. Spreading her arms, Audrey spun in place, letting her feet crunch the white powder with each easy step. She tilted her head back and looked up into the night sky, watching it rotate above her. A nearby lamppost provided the only illumination, gradually increasing as the ground became more white. It looked to Audrey as if the snow was materializing from the stars themselves and falling into her little globe. Her cheeks and nose were red and little pillars of fog rose from her mouth with every exhale, but Audrey did not feel the cold. She was wrapped up, cozy and safe and warm. She stopped for a moment, motionless, listening. The air was still, and she would have sworn she could hear the sound of the snowfall. The snow was already an inch or so deep and was rapidly accumulating. Audrey shook a fresh gloss of snow off her boots as she lowered her gaze and looked out past the glow of the light. She could barely make out trees in the distance, only visible because of the snow filling their evergreen branches. There was something timeless about all of this. If it wasn’t for the deepening snow, it might seem like no time was passing at all. Audrey moved through the snow, not by seconds and minutes, but by inches and feet. By the disappearance of her footprints as they were gradually filled in. Do you like it? “It’s beautiful,” Audrey sighed. She was so grateful. This wonderful winter paradise, all for her. The snow was growing thicker now, the light’s reflection off the falling crystals of ice blotting out the stars. Audrey breathed deeply of the cool damp air and held it in her lungs, letting the winter in. She exhaled through her mouth slowly and studied the plume rising up and evaporating before her. She imagined her cares and her worries and her responsibilities evaporating with it. For right now - and right now seemed to her to stretch on forever - this could be her whole world. Everything was so peaceful here. She could just be… Another foggy breath rose from Audrey’s mouth and faded away. Sweeping her eyes slowly along the horizon, Audrey saw the landscape transformed. Where just a few minutes ago (or longer?) there had been grass and dirt and paths and rocks and contours, now there was only the pristine even white. It was amazing how easily such a little thing, with enough repetition, could completely remake the whole world. How, little by little and over enough time, everything that had been familiar was replaced. Like the ship of Theseus, or her own mind. And still the snow continued to fall, heavier and thicker. Blotting out the world below and the heavens above. Replacing it all. Until what had been there before was just a memory, so easily forgotten. Audrey’s head had lowered. She scrunched up her face, seeing that something was missing. Slowly, she lifted one foot and then the other out from under the snow that had buried them. She smiled again as her foot sank back down, the delicate snow crunching underneath. Another slow, deep breath. Another exhale of thought and fog, evaporating away and swiftly replaced by more of that obscuring precipitation. The flakes were so light, swirling so beautifully in the lamplight, the reflections dazzling Audrey’s eyes. But the deeper the snow became, the heavier, the more difficult it was to move. The more difficult is became to trudge through it. It was so much easier to just watch the flakes dance and sparkle and let this moment last forever. Again Audrey cast her eyes skyward, but the snowfall was so thick, that not only the stars but almost the whole perfect black sky itself was masked by the flurry. How bright they had become. How easy to just let her eyes wander and follow them. They almost glowed, as one after another they fell. And with every one her eyes would follow down. Another and another, piling deeper and deeper and deeper around her. But her head stayed back, focusing on the lightness of each single flake as gently and playfully sank. They filled her with such immense joy. Such a simple pleasure. Such a sublime beauty. And all of this surrounded by stillness…peace. Forgotten were Audrey’s breaths and the thoughts that floated up and dispersed with each one. Forgotten was the land before the snow. Smooth and featureless and unspoiled it stretched out in every direction now. Maybe later, someone could come and make something of it. The snow was so malleable after all, with just a little patience and effort, one could make it into almost anything. But that was later. Right now it was enough that there was just that even, immaculate snow everywhere and replacing everything in sight. And with every flake drifting down, the beauty of it just became more complete. In this world that was just for her, Audrey could enjoy that pure white everywhere. Before long there would be nothing else. As her every exhale faded away, so did the world before fade from her vision and her memory and her thoughts faded away. Motionless she stared watching the world turn white as that pure blanket fell over her mind. Every unique flake of snow drifting down, her eyes and her mind following into that pure white, deep in this world just for her. Timeless and perfect the snow piled higher and higher, enveloping everything else. Until there was only the snow. Heavy and deep. The mesmerizing flakes weighing down the world and sinking deeper with every breath as the light played across her eyes into her. Light and airy she watched the snow fill her vision and mind and push out her thoughts and there was only the snow drifting deeper and deeper… The last of Audrey’s mind drifted hazily upward, and was gone.
SPtist Jan 10 '17 · Rate: 4

I highlight all the text -- five measly paragraphs -- and strike backspace. I'm in one of those moods where the word "strike" is entirely appropriate: the motion is quick, snakelike, aggressive. If I was one of those people who write by freehand, the wadded-up paper would've bounced right the fuck out of the wastebasket. It's not good enough. It's boring, trite, and predictable.

She deserves better. "It's just smut," I mutter to myself. "I know what she likes. She'll love it. Writes itself, really." The cursor blinks, patiently waiting for words that won't come. Fuck that guy.

The words come so easy when we talk, when we chat, when we text. They're temporary there, fleeting, throwaway words passed over throwaway devices in a throwaway culture. It's easy to be glib there, to toss out whatever comes to mind and shrug it away if it's not good enough.

This is different. This is a gift.

This is something I want her to take out and read again and again. I want her to smile when she knows she's getting close to the best parts. I want it to be her favorite, her go-to; when nothing else quite scratches that itch, she can always read my words with fingers on her clit or vibrator inside her, thinking of me as she brings herself to yet another quivering orgasm. I want her to close it reluctantly, satisfied...but always craving maybe just a little bit more.

I want her to pester me for sequels and spinoffs and vignettes and novellas. I want her to fall in love with my characters the way I fell in love with her. I want to see the blush on her cheeks when she whispers to me, "I read it again last night." I want to give her something that makes her feel: feel sexy, feel better, feel slutty, feel special, feel intense and urgent and horny and loved. I want it to be good enough.

The cursor blinks at me. Motherfucker.

I lean in, fingers on the keys, and I try again, black words pushing into the white space. Because she's worth the failing, over and over, in the most frustrating ways.

Because eventually, it'll be good enough.

aesthete49 Dec 28 '16 · Rate: 4.50
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