Too Clever

Just when you think you have this game figured out ...

Her name is, let's say, Deborah. She's an academic, about 30, in a city far from me. I answered a note she'd posted somewhere about an interest in hypnosis; she read over this blog and decided to give it a try. Her field of study includes hypnosis, which made it even more intriguing to her.

From the beginning, hypnosis with her was just amazing. She was on webcam, so I could see everything -- her frozen-eyed trances, her gymnastic orgasms, the very different look on the face of her subconscious. And her particular kink was very interesting; she wanted to feel her mind go blank, and to have her consciousness filled with erotic scenes. Her subconscious had her own edgy tastes. I was feeling pretty cocky.

After a few days of mind-control games, both conscious and subconscious dropped hints that what Deborah really craved was to experience a woman's touch. She was caught in a dilemma between intrigue at a friend's blatant advances, and a long-held conviction that if she slept with a woman she was a lesbian. Hypnosis, she thought, might get her past this block.

My next step was so innocent. During one of her 'mind blanks' I told her that she preferred men, but would enjoy experiencing sex with a woman. She thanked me afterward, and made plans to approach her friend the next day and file an immediate report with me.

Deborah disappeared. No contact at all. My emails went unanswered. She was online nowhere. Eventually I posted a "report to me" command to her subconscious somewhere that I thought she might look.

Days later she reappeared, looking distraught. As I'd come to suspect, the friend had turned out to be extremely dominant and had held her as a love slave ... and now Deborah was torn between her new domme's demands and her obedience toward me. She wanted me, she said.

That was a week ago, no contact since.

Memo to myself: Next time you turn someone into a lesbian, remember what that means!

[And a personal note to Moscow: Report]