Make it so

"Subconscious, say hello."

That's the first thing I say after a subject has gone into trance.

And it's the first step in my approach to hypnotic control, a simple model that is easy on me, easy on the subconscious, and powerful as hell for the subject. It's easy to learn, too.

It probably has a fancy name in the world of hypnotherapy, but I just call it the global suggestion. It lets me manage the person's mind, whatever my whims, for as long as we work together, without need to ever trance again.

I recommend that other hypnotists give it a try and let me know their results.

Here's how I explain it to my subjects beforehand.

Every hypnotist does things a little differently. Me, I do not see the appeal of stage hypnosis, where you spend most of the time in a trance, and wake up to find your friends pointing at you and laughing. I prefer to keep the trance time to a minimum, and for you to experience all the fun "effects" when you are awake and alert and can appreciate them.

My method requires just a short conversation with your subconscious. Your subconscious is always watching you, helping you, nudging you, protecting you. She's powerful, but what she really craves are simple instructions to follow. Hypnosis is just a way to help your conscious mind drift for a bit, leaving your subconscious alert and open to my suggestions. When you are awake again, you find that my words control your sensations, body and behavior.

The instructions I give your subconscious are simple: "When I tell your conscious self to feel something, make it so. When I tell your conscious self to do something, make it so."

And that's it.

After my subject is awake again, I show her how it works, with a few arousing examples. I tell her that her breasts are warm, her nipples hard. And they are. I add more intense sensations. They become true too. The subconscious is keeping up with me. 

No lists of trigger phrases for me and the subconscious to memorize. No hand signals.

As things come up, I can adapt in a moment. If her legs need to be pulled apart, I say so. If she needs to feel relaxing thumbs running down her spine, presto. Depending on how adept she is at experiencing my effects, I can push them farther and farther, pursuing the edges.

That's why it's a global suggestion: Whatever my whims, make them so.

There are all sorts of advantages. I can send suggestions by any convenient method. I can add elaborate conditional terms: If she wakes up before 7, then ... If anyone interrupts you, then ...

It also adds a solid sense of control to our relationship, because I don't need any of the trappings of hypnosis to get in the way.

All I need is a response to the original instruction:

"Subconscious, say hello."

Stranger in town

My friend Eva craves the intense. It's been a constant theme when we play online. And when I had a chance to visit her a few months ago, tops on her wish list was one of the most intense of all: forced sex. She wanted to be taken, hard, entirely controlled. By a stranger.

Now, that's pretty hard to arrange, I said. How was I going to set up a safe, forced, anonymous encounter? How could I trigger an authentic adrenaline rush?  I told her I'd think about it, but no promises.

I didn't mention it again, at least not to her conscious mind. I didn't want to let her know that I knew exactly how to do it.

A week or so before my visit, in the midst of a benign conversation about something else,  I installed all the little suggestions and triggers I thought might come in handy. With Eva, all it takes is something like, "You will not consciously remember this suggestion, but ... "

One of them was, "When I'm wearing my baseball cap backwards, you will not recognize me. I will be a stranger to you."

That was all. I trusted that her deeper mind would remember it when needed.

I arrived as planned. We played as planned. Then, a few hours into my visit with her, in the midst of some other scene entirely, I told her to grab the headboard, point her feet toward the corner posts, and feel the ropes wrapping tight around her wrists and ankles. She smiled and complied. She tested her hypnotic bonds, and they were tight.

"Close your eyes," I said. She did. I reached down into my bag, grabbed my cap, and put it on backwards. "Open your eyes."

Her eyes went wide, she gasped, and she jerked at her invisible ropes. I put my hand across her mouth; she agreed not to scream. I used and abused her pretty hard for about 5 minutes; she was scared out of her wits.

Then her cellphone rang!

I picked it up to look at the screen. It was a call she had to take. Damn. I canceled all the commands, took off my cap, and handed her the phone. She was reeling, but she managed the conversation.

She flopped back on the bed and looked at me.

"That was so weird," she said.

"Want to do it some more?"

"Oh ... yeahhhh."

It is amazing how the human mind works. She put her arms and legs back into position, closed her eyes, opened them again, and once more was deep in the throes of a stranger assault, as hard and abusive as I could make it. At some point, I threw in a line, "You lose track of time. You have no idea how long I've been doing this."

When it was all over, and my hat was off again, she looked at me with eyes reeling and chest heaving. "That was a mind fuck," was about all she could say.

Sensational play

A long time ago, I was amazed to discover that I could simply tell a subject that she was aroused -- and she was.

Some time later it occurred to me to tell someone that she was feeling pain, intense pain -- and she was.

Then I told someone about a taste she could taste. And a smell she could smell. Those worked too.

If those instructions already are effective for you and your hypnotic subjects, then you might be interested in going one step further. One slightly crazy step further.

Here, let me demonstrate on my friend Shelly. This is how it went the first time I tried it.

She had no idea what I was up to.

I ran my fingernails down her back. "That feels pleasurable. Yes?"

"Yes..."

I did it again. "Now that feels painful. Yes?"

"Uh! Yes!"

I did it again. "And that feels chocolate."

Oh my. Very funny look. Creased forehead. Smiles. Relaxation. Raised eyebrows. Smiles.

Then I rubbed her arms. "That feels lemonade." She shivered and I noticed her eyes sort of spiraling.

Rubbing again: "That's the sound of seagulls." She tensed up at that one, and giggled. I quickly shifted away.

"That's the sound of the wind." She smiled and relaxed into my touch again.

Finally, knowing a bit about her, I stroked her and said:

"That's the smell of old books."

She moaned -- deep, guttural. And her knees buckled.  I'd found her weak spot.

Later I asked her what on earth this had felt like.

"It was like my skin as tasting your hands," she said. "The chocolate was smooth, warm, slippery. The lemonade was tingly and cold."

"The seagulls made me laugh, and I kaleidoscoped through a lot of attempts before my brain settled for noisy.  But first it was a bit of a "The Birds" moment."

And the old books? "I took a deep breath of the smell, and it was swirling around inside my belly, and I wanted to rub myself against you. That was hot.   Books smell like pleasure even in my ordinary world."

"It was very disorienting. And I loved it."

You're getting very ... focused

Alma has one of those jobs where you really need to pay attention sometimes. One afternoon she messaged me, desperate for some sort of hypno trick that would shut out all distractions and help her crank through the paperwork.

Now, I am really good at sending subjects, including Alma, on little mental vacations. She loves to fly with the birds. But I'd never been asked for the opposite effect. So I had to think about this.

Alma has a lot of interests that seem to be switched on at all times, and at work often plays music, prowls the web and chats with me when she really should be working. And it's a small office, with a couple of lively colleagues who are hard to ignore. What she needed was an all-purpose fog machine.

Next time I saw her, I installed a little self-hypnotic trigger. I had her put her index finger against her temple, and then slide it slowly, slowly down her jaw to her chin. At the same time, I told her to watch my hands, which were closing  together in front of her, forming a sort of tunnel. And I told her to gradually block out all the surroundings, and replace them with a fog, as her attention narrowed to what was immediately in front of her.

As her finger ran down her jaw, her focus narrowed. When she slid it up again, her focus broadened.

After a few tries on her own, she said she had it.

I agreed. On her last try, a roaring freight train had gone past us. She hadn't even noticed.

The next day, I didn't hear from her until evening. Alma  was ecstatic. It had worked so well. The combination of the sliding finger against her skin, my voice telling her to focus, and the image of my hands tightening her field of view had all reinforced each other. The hours had flown past, and the paper pile was a lot smaller.

She uses it all the time now. She calls it her dimmer switch.

In fact, it works so well that one of her colleagues can't stand it. She pays no attention to his shenanigans now, to the point where he slams into her office and asks where her mind has gone. She's tempted to tell him.

Do you remember?

Turning the tables on her husband K, hypnoslave c has  hypnotized him a couple of times recently. She sends his conscious mind off somewhere, to the pub I suppose,  while she talks with his subconscious. It's his voice, but ... sounds nothing like him. The main challenge   is that his subconscious just isn't very interested in her games. "No, don't wanna do it" seems to be one of its favorite phrases.

But his subconscious did go along with one adventure. She was able to give K an erotic scene with another woman, while he lay tranced in bed one day. Unlike c, who writhes around and cries out during hypno sex, K just lay there, she says. But she knows the scene took hold in his mind. Next day he came home and reported in all seriousness that it had occurred that day. She plans to break the news to him soon that one of his more vivid memories was entirely a creation of her wicked imagination.

Planted memories are one of the more powerful uses of hypnosis. For a long time, I was not very imaginative about the possibilities. I  planted all sorts of silly memories (someone who would never do so reporting having eaten at McDonald's... someone else who would never do so reporting peeing in desperation in a ditch), but I didn't put the power to much good use.

Then I was faced with an interesting request one day. A hypnosub I'd known for a while was going to meet up with a woman friend. She knew the friend had the hots for her. She wanted to make love with her friend, but was very, very nervous. And when she gets nervous, she freezes up. Could I help her get over her inhibitions?

The problem, I realized, was not anything about bisexuality. My friend was just very nervous about doing it the first time. So the solution was simple. I made it be her second time. 
 
I gave her a ready-made memory of the first time she had had sex with a woman. It was years ago, I decided, with a woman she'd known slightly at the time. It involved a late night and some alcohol, so the memory didn't have to be too vivid. She just needed to know that she and another woman had pleased each other quite happily once before.

Now the trick with planted memories is not to draw attention to them. Raise no suspicions. Let them lie there, like an ordinary memory, waiting to be accessed when appropriate. Sure enough, on her way out the door to her first date with a woman, she told me how much she was looking forward to her second date with a woman.

They had a wonderful time.

A hypnoslave's adventures continue...

Hello dear friends,

I am sorry i have been away from the blog for a long time but i/we are back and here to stay. My adventures in the world of hypnosis still continue, i still have the igloo where i spend time whilst K spends time with my subconscious megan planning my next adventure.

I find having a powerful subconscious such a benefit, i am able to overcome great mental obstacles and enjoy powerful illusions all at the same time. This christmas their gift to me was over 100 men all different shapes sizes and colours for me to spend an afternoon playing with. K informs me that this is his favourite illusion to watch as he can actually see my pussy and ass opening to accept invisble cocks.

I also am a lover of invisible bondage. Through hypnosis i never have to take off my collar. It used to be something we saved for home play to avoid complications at work but now i wear it all the time even if sometimes its just an illusion. My favourite game at the moment is having a bell added so that it tinkles as a constant reminder of my submission. Walking round work with tit bondage nobody else can see is also extremely erotic!

There are a few drawbacks with megan being so powerful. Sometimes it is like she has her own separate emotions and i get confused when i feel something (happy/sad/jealous) and have no idea why. i will go into more detail about this on a different blog.

i guess we still have plenty to discover....

c xxxx

Hypnosis is all about my words and someone's mind, working together. But over the years, I've found that some words are simply more powerful than others.

I've mentioned before the power of saying, "Good girl." And I've added some oomph to the phrase "Smile for me."

Here's how I found another powerful one.

Women who ask me about hypnosis often say they'd like to use it to remove ... um ... "some inhibitions."

Oh yes? Tell me more, I say. That's a bit of unfair torment. I already know where they're going: They have inhibitions about anal sex and deep throat.

Now as a gentleman, I am happy to help out however I can to make it easier for them to manage both of them. The subconscious generally has fewer inhibitions than the conscious mind, so hypnosis is an ideal method for removing those hurdles.

The first few times this came up, though, I wasn't sure how to proceed.

I knew not to take a negative approach. "Don't gag." "It won't hurt". That's like saying "Don't think of a purple elephant." Hypnotic instructions work best when phrased in the positive. For a while I would say, "Your throat can't care." That was OK, but not really to the point.

By accident, as usual, I hit upon a couple of phrases that really worked well. They can be adapted lightly for use with all, um, holes.

"Your bottom is utterly relaxed. It's sooo hungry."

"Your throat is utterly relaxed. It's sooo hungry."

That seems to be exactly what the body wants to be told.

When I use these over the phone, I usually hear a gasp at the other end. When I use them in person, well, you can imagine. I've seen a very large, rugged dildo disappear smoothly into a formerly nervous backside -- without a sound.

What's your favorite phrase?

Invisible bondage

I was talking to my friend Alice yesterday. She was headed  to the home improvement warehouse for something innocent. But I couldn't resist turning the conversation kinky. I like to call the place Dom Depot. So I rattled off some of the wonderful pervertibles you can find in its aisles, including an amazing variety of rope, chain and shackles.

Alice thought that was silly. After all, she and Shelly are both extremely adept at hypnosis.

"I can use trance to bind her. So we don't need the accessories."

All she does is push her finger against the inside of Shelly's wrist, and Shelly's arm is stuck there, wherever she's put it. Shelly simply can't move, no matter how extreme the torment.

Afterwards, "There's no mess to clean up. All I have to do is say, "release." "

Unless Alice forgets. "I have actually left the room for a bit, and come back, and she asked for the release. I had forgotten to tell her to stop!"

Alice is right. Hypnotic ropes really are a wonderful thing to have handy. 

For instance, last week I was working at my desk, but was watching my friend Lindsey's cam in the corner of my screen. She had her headset on and was talking animatedly with a hot guy she likes. Lindsey has this wonderful habit of leaning back in her chair and clasping her hands behind it, and I could see she was doing that again.

Seizing the opportunity, I typed, "Your hands are tied there behind your chair." I saw her glance at the screen, get a puzzled look, and then realize what had happened. She was immediately smiling and writhing and blushing simultaneously. She really doesn't like to admit how much control I have over her body, but she couldn't do anything about it. I just left her that way long enough for her to wonder how long it would last. I'd made my point.

I have no idea what she told the guy.