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.