The Adventures Continue

There's also been entirely too little news about hypnoslave c lately. Blame our modern, busy lives.

I spoke with c yesterday; she asked me to make sure everyone knows: Her adventures are continuing.

Humiliation. The public orgasms have not abated. She usually has no idea what triggers them, but they occur especially often when she's buying groceries. Her husband K likes to linger nearby to watch the fun. And he's told shocked passers-by: "She just really likes shopping!"

Needles. She can barely bring herself to even talk about needles. But with some help from hypnotic suggestion, K was able to run a few needles through her nipples, and a few more through her labia. And she didn't feel a thing. After clenching her eyes shut when she realized what was about to happen, she in fact opened them long enough to watch the deed done.

Wax. K had half a dozen big colored candles, which he spent a long time melting over her body. Most of it puddled and hardened across her breasts, on her pussy, and in her ass. The result was a rainbow of colors. To make it interesting, he kept c from feeling any of it while the art project progressed. And then to make it even more interesting, when the coating was done, he let her feel all the saved-up sensations, all at once. Afterward he scraped it all off, melted it back together, and made a new candle that presently sits on their bedside table.

Lara Croft. She's getting new opportunities to be convinced that she is Lara Croft. As near as she can work out, the rule is: When she's driving, she turns into Lara whenever the radio happens to play a song by Britney. And just to top it off, a nude Britney appears in the passenger seat beside her.

Megan. And for those of you who've been following the developing relationship between c and her powerful subconscious, Megan, the news is excellent. They're getting along very well, both of them reminding me at times that they're the same mind in the same body. When Megan wants to chat with me, for instance, she has a way of telling c ... and c now has a way of sliding herself out of the way to let that happen. "Megan's cool," is c's analysis.

I swear; they are an inspiration to us all.

Spanking Hypnosis

There's been entirely too little BDSM around here.

So let me tell you about a new technique I've developed, with the assistance of a woman named Darlene.

Darlene has been in and out of BDSM for a dozen years. She's enthusiastic, but her tolerance level is fairly low. Sharp pain, loud noise, anything too intense seems to kick her back out of sub space and into reality pretty quickly.

But she's intrigued by hypnosis, and the more we've played hypno games the more interesting things have become.

I met her subconscious, Nina, early on, as I usually do these days. Nina lacks many of Darlene's inhibitions, and Darlene when informed of this said I was welcome to play with Nina anytime I could. I used my usual triggers. But Nina didn't seem able to stay out and chat or play for very long; Darlene would step back out front.

How to get Nina out for more than few minutes? I discovered the answer by accident.

At the club one night, Darlene was strapped face-down to a padded table, and I was spanking her, from her lower back to her calves, up and down, over and over, with gradually increasing intensity. I started very lightly, since I didn't want to hit her limit right away. Each set of spanks, I cranked up the intensity or the speed. Each time, she took it without even flinching. She just lay there, eyes closed, stoic. Eventually, I was pounding away without much concern at all. And she raised her bottom up a bit, as though she wanted even more.

Finally, I figured it out. I leaned over by her head and said, "Who's there?" "Nina."

Nina stayed out for a while longer, while we kept playing at high intensity.

Later that night, Darlene was strapped to the cross, facing outward, blindfolded. With the flogger, I worked over her entire front. By the time I was landing loud splats on her breasts, I realized I was well beyond Darlene's limits. "Who's there?" I asked. Same answer as before.

Clearly, at some point in the pain escalation, Darlene has found a way to just absent herself, and Nina slips in to take her place. It's not a standard hypnotic induction, but it works for me.

Now it's a regular part of a scene with Darlene. Most recently I turned the backs of her legs pink with a cane... knowing full well that just a few strokes into the scene, it was Nina in front of me. This time, I let her stay out after we finished, and we chatted and played some more for an hour or so.

When Darlene came back, she looked around and clearly wondered what on earth she'd been up to. Nina thoughtfully replayed the memory for her... and Darlene got a very happy look on her face.