Friday, October 2, 2015

Creating a Living Doll

"Fuck my brains out," Lillith said.

"That can be arranged," I said.

And so was born another hypnotic effect.

I'd thought occasionally about turning a partner into a floppy, mindless warm object, and this was my opportunity.

It didn't take long. I gave her subconscious a couple of instructions, resumed my labors, and with each stroke pushed more of her thoughts right out of her head. Soon it was empty. 

Her breathing changed, her eyes rolled up, and her limbs went limp. I got to find out what it's like to have a living doll to use for ... whatever. 

Now, we already play a lot of games with her memory. But this was more extreme.
This wasn't an ordinary trance. A loud noise, or intense sensation, or anything going wrong might bring her back from a standard trance. In contrast, I'm pretty sure an earthquake would not have disturbed my doll.

It also wasn't the kind of play where the subconscious blocks an existing memory, her conscious self gets to live with an edited memory set, and then afterward everything is restored and replayed.

Instead, she was just empty-headed throughout the experience. Well, my experience anyway. She experienced nothing. The key instruction to her subconscious was to simply not record any memories at all; no awareness would be needed, and no recall would be available later.

Sometime later, when Lillith's eyes rolled back down, it took a long time for them to focus. And then came the confused questions. Um, is it ... Friday? Where are we? What just happened? Her amnesia included even the discussion that had set this up. 

When I explained what we'd done, all she could do was shrug.

I asked her yesterday what she recalls.

"It was like waking up from deep sleep with extreme disorientation and a telltale stickiness between my legs.  I'm fervently grateful You were there to explain what had just occurred, because I had no clue whatsoever, beyond the knowledge that You had been up to *something* ... again. It's extremely hot to think You have that much of an alliance with my "core"  to make this possible. Trust and limits have an inverse relationship with each other."

I honestly don't know what's hotter: That now I can do anything physical without leaving any mental or emotional trace; or simply that she trusts me enough to go there.