The slightly strange world of erotic hypnosis

I was walking to lunch with some colleagues yesterday when my phone rang. It was my friend c, and she wanted to complain.

She was upset, she said, about the trip to the furniture warehouse store. Did I have any idea what it was like to walk around the store naked? She was so upset, she said.

Only, she didn't sound like she was upset. She sounded like she was just about to purr. Sure enough, she confessed, once her husband, who was with her at the store, assured her that she was in fact clothed, the whole thing had been unbearably erotic. She'd managed to hold off on her spontaneous orgasm until after they left the store. But she hadn't made it to the car before she lost it.

Welcome to the slightly strange (but deeply sexy) world of erotic hypnosis and mind control. I never know when I'm going to get a call like that from c. And she never knows when (or where) I'm going to remove her clothes, give her an orgasm or show up in her bed.

As regular readers know, we haven't reported many new adventures lately. Trust me, it's as frustrating for us as for you all. But for new visitors, I urge you to click deep into the archives and take a look. You may be surprised at the power of a few words from a persuasive and slightly twisted hypnotist. Or you may simply be inspired to try it yourself.

Is Something Missing?

Hey, here's a lesson in humility.

As you may have noticed, I'm fond of leaving little surprises for a hypno sub to experience a few hours later, after we've spoken. I'm single-handedly responsible for so many unexpected orgasms in coffee cafes that Starbucks is going to hire me as a consultant.

A couple of days ago, I quietly slipped an instruction into an early morning chat with a new Canadian friend.

"When you're out shopping this morning, you'll discover that you're not wearing any panties. And you'll find them in your purse."

That afternoon, I had a lovely report in my e-mail inbox:

"Imagine my surprise when I got out of the car at the bank today, and the wind blew my skirt. I felt the breeze on my pussy, and realized I had no panties on... Then I went into the bank and opened my purse to take out my deposit (in front of the teller), and had to very quickly push to the bottom of the purse, the lacy blue thong that was in there. I turned beet red, but I'm sure it didn't even register with her.

"I found it very exciting and decided to leave those panties off for the duration of the trip.

"Thank you for the surprise! It was so much fun."

Well, naturally I had to try the same stunt with someone else. So I slipped it into a text chat with a very obedient woman in Texas:

"Sometime this morning, you'll discover that you're not wearing panties. And you'll find them in your bag."

At lunchtime I checked my e-mail.

She was laughing at me.

She'd opened her purse, all right, and found a pair of panties all right.

But it's not like any were missing. I hadn't known this, but she doesn't ever wear them!

Took a while for her to figure out that they were part of a trick that backfired. But after she did, her message to me had a lot of lmao in it.

Back to the drawing board.

What's Happening Here

Ten months into this adventure, it's time for a quick summary for the many new visitors.

It turns out that:

* submissive women are particularly easy to hypnotize.
* you can achieve amazing control of their sensations, memory and actions.
* this works especially well if you meet and enlist their subconscious minds.

On this blog, my friends and I are exploring all three aspects of this: hypnosis and mind control methods, some of the wild experiences we've had, and discoveries about the subconscious.

Explore the menu, dig down through all the months of investigations and games, follow any topical links that intrigue you. There's a lot here.

What we really hope is that you'll try these ideas for yourself and add your discoveries to our own. This is a pretty powerful addition to the toybag -- enjoy it!

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.

You guys are so good to me...

" You can see it now...." - D

Suddenly my Wednesday night made perfect sense and it was all down to the readers of this blog! I was staring at a entry on this blog that I previously had no idea existed and an email from D with the results of a poll that was ran while we were away on our hols. It seems K and Megan were fully aware of its existence but I have no recollection whatsoever! Anyways a report of my evening was promised...

On Wednesday night K took me to see the Bourne Ultimatum at my local cinema. I had been looking forward to it for ages and was blissfully unaware of what was going to happen when the lights when down. During the opening scenes my pussy started tingling, which i put down to me thinking about our previous visits to the cinema where myself and K have had lots of fun. The sensation disappeared and i settled down to watch the film.

20 minutes in....I orgasmed....so loudly that i was really embarrassed and hid my face in my hands. I was so turned on though I am a big fan of this type of sexual pleasure. When i glanced at K he didn't even look at me and i realised that this was probably not his doing. Well 10 minutes later it happened again...and 10 minutes after that. It was the most amazing thing and completely without warning! People behind me started coughing as i was convulsing but i managed to keep the noise down for the last two.

Thank you to all of you who voted, I am really grateful, maybe the other possibilities will become reality for me soon!

London Adventures

Live near London? You should look up Gabrielle, a 30-year-old who by her own account is one of the more adventurous hypnosis subjects you'll meet. She loves it when guys show her subconscious a good time.

Here's a sample scene report:

It all started when I heard a knock on the door, next thing I was in my silver catsuit suspended between two chairs orgasming as I stared at this most amazing spot on the ceiling...

I came awake in a bar and it seemed I was ordering drinks. I paid and tried to take the drinks back to the table (which table I have no idea, but I seemed to know where it was), except every bloody step made me feel like I was being fucked, no joke, it was like a thrust into me...

Ever had sex suspended in mid air? Its amazing, I had sex with him about 200 metres off the ground and it was great to be so high.

The full report is here, although you need to be a Yahoo member and log in to read it.

Chat with her via text, and if you're nice she'll tell you her trigger word ...

Why Me?

Here are some thoughts from hypnoslave c ...

Over the past few days, I have been thinking about why others are unable to achieve the hypnotic effects that are now a regular occurrence for me. Am I alone? What is so special about myself and e, K and D? Others seem to be unable to give their subs the same living experiences that I have. It’s a thought that has been troubling me -- even though, when K and I began, I myself had reservations as to how far this would go.

I feel the need to explain my own levels of submission and my own drive in the relationship.

I have been with K since I was 13 years old and he was 15. We’ve grown up together, explored the lifestyle together, developed our own kinks together and all in all have remained completely devoted to one another. Why am I telling you this? So you can appreciate that for K I would do anything. By that I mean that for him I am willing to do anything he asks of me, without the slightest hesitation or care for myself.

Fair enough, there would be a conscious thought, “Why the hell does he want me to do this….?” But I would still do it. I believe it is this deep level of submission that has allowed me to travel so far down this road with both K and D as guides. Without a sub who shows utter devotion and ultimate submission to their Dom/me, I feel there is only so far that hypnotism can be used in games and play.

The big issue here is trust. Just how much does your sub truly trust you? Would s/he bear excruciating pain just to see you smile? Would s/he do exactly as you commanded even if it meant complete humiliation for themselves just to see the look of love in your eyes? I would. I trust that K will not hurt me permanently, and I trust him to allow humiliations to occur in a safe place.

Maybe that is it. K and D make me feel safe … make me feel secure. I know that these two men would never do anything to harm me, and therefore I trust them completely.

So those are my thoughts. Feel free to comment, because I’m always intrigued to hear what you guys are thinking and how your own experiments are going.

Come Here Often?

This week's theme has been hypnotically induced orgasms in public.

We've mentioned them before. But I swear they're as addicting as candy... for both of us.

The basic setup is the same each time... I chat with e about her plans for the next day or two, think of a time and place where a knee-rattling orgasm would make the day special, discuss it with her subconscious, marion, and install the instruction.

Then I sit back and wait for the news. "Um, I was out shopping just now, and, um..."

Probably the least-disruptive one occurred while she was shopping for a new bra. She was in the changing room, with the door closed, when it hit. It's possible someone heard, but there's no way to know; she didn't see any funny looks when she emerged a few minutes later.

In contrast, the most intimate one occurred while she was getting her monthly "waxing" at the salon. She deeply adores the hot wax on her pubes, gets incredibly turned on, and often has difficulty standing up afterward. Well, this time I arranged for the wax to push her over the edge. She had a lovely orgasm in mid-procedure. This led to a more involved scene that e will probably write about later ... Still, that was all behind a closed door, with just one happy witness.

Her most public orgasm was at the adult shop. I mentioned the other day that they had a clothing sale. Well, later I sent her there with a very specific instruction. She was to go try on some fetish clothing, and in the process arrange to let people see her breasts. She actually exceeded the instruction -- she arranged for the changing room door to swing open when her top was off and her bottom nearly so. Several men had a good look. All of this was a simple instruction to my sub, no hypnosis involved.

What she didn't know about was a second instruction, known only to marion. At the front counter, as e paid for some lingerie ... gasp! A nice sharp orgasm. The clerk looked up, smiled, and asked if she was OK. She was so ashamed, and so turned on. And very thankful that none of the customers loitering nearby unzipped themselves.

Anticipation

My life has gotten a bit unpredictable lately. Since i met D, things have become very interesting. i never seem to know on any given day exactly what might happen to me. Lately it seems that things have become even more surprising.

i got out of my car the other night, and as soon as my left foot touched the ground i found myself in the middle of a very intense orgasm. i gasped, my head spinning with the third instant surprise orgasm of the week.

i was very, very glad that i was still holding onto the door, as my legs started to shake. One or two people heard me making noise. i quickly had to tell them that i was just fine and had just stepped into a hole.

This anticipation and unpredictability are extreme turn-ons for me. I love never knowing what will happen, what little piece of pleasure or shame He has planted with my subconscious, marion. It makes everything in life a little brighter, more interesting... i find myself looking at everything around me, wondering if it will be a cue, if now is the moment that something wild is going to happen.

Today i found myself wandering in the park, looking at how many people were around, thinking to myself, "Could it be the kids on the swings, the big black dog running across the baseball field, or maybe just the fact that it's a sunny day?" What tiny little detail could next send me flying?

This works because i trust D. i know that He wouldn't put me in danger physically or mentally. i'm turned on because i know that He might embarrass or humiliate me, but that it won't be in a situation that would cause me to lose friends or my job.

These shameful moments are not just about D getting off on embarrassing me, though i'm fairly certain that He enjoys them. In fact, i would guess that they do far more for me. They allow me to feel connected to Him, to know that He controls me. And they allow me to express my devotion in ways that test but do not hurt me.

Through this shame he also allows me to explore my darker side -- the part of me that enjoys being embarrassed and humiliated and made to feel small. These are things that most people would never guess about me, but that i can share and enjoy with Him.

The Case of the Michigan Masturbator

Any hypnodoms in Michigan want to 'fess up to this?

As reported by the Michigan Daily, a nude woman in her 20s was found in a fraternity living room, on the couch, masturbating. She stayed there 30 minutes, messing up the furniture, refusing to leave, talking at times on a cell phone, rubbing away.

The police suspect drugs were involved, but it sure looks to us like a case of hypnotically induced public humiliation.

Read the full story here and see what you think.

And thanks to Fiend, who first posted this at MCForum.

Incidents and Accidents

e hasn't been subject to much humiliation or public shame lately. But the same is not true of c. Her husband K has been applying posthypnotic commands whenever possible, to make her public life rather unpredictable.

K uses all sorts of trigger types, to keep c unaware of his methods. Sometimes it's simply a matter of his saying a particular word. Sometimes there's a time delay built in. Sometimes the trigger is an event. And sometimes when it's too complicated, he just pops her into trance and plans the whole thing out with her subconscious, Megan.

This is nothing new. Out to dinner with friends a while back, c kept having to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. She eventually figured out that the word "boxing," a topic of the night's conversation, was triggering it. Another time, she was standing in a parking lot when suddenly, she says, "I zoned out" and she found her pants soaked with urine. She wanted to jump into her car to hide ... but it was brand new and she didn't really want to soak the seats. She doesn't yet know how he triggered that one.

Her shame quotient went up considerably on Saturday. Saturday morning she went to the swimming pool by herself. Beforehand, she happened to mention to K how much the lifeguards love to watch her emerge at the end of each lap -- she's pretty busty -- so much so that they casually circle the pool deck so as to be at her end of the pool. She also mentioned how proud she is whenever she hits the half-mile mark, on the way to a full mile. She counts every lap.

So on Saturday morning, at precisely one-half mile, she orgasmed. She sank to the bottom of the deep end, mothers and children shouted, the lifeguards leaped to her assistance, and she bobbed to the surface still spasming. She reports that she swam the second half-mile much faster than usual, just to get out of there.

That afternoon, K and c were at the supermarket. He told her she was going to have some fun. Nearly done with shopping, standing by the bread, she suddenly moaned and leaned against the cart for support as she orgasmed. Once again, mothers and children pointed and shouted. K told one concerned man that she has these spells occasionally, and that she'd be all right. She was deeply embarrassed; this is their neighborhood store. K says she was a little louder than he intended, but the results were gratifying. Again, she's not aware of the trigger, and I'm not going to tell.

Then that night, they went out out to the movies, to see "300". He'd been working all week with Megan to script this one. As c sat down, she noticed me coming into the row and sitting down right beside her. This shocked her, as she happened to know my plans for the night, many many miles away, and couldn't believe I'd have come to visit. (In fact, she texted me: "How could you be in two places at one time?")

Still, she was convinced. I reached into her wraparound dress, started playing with her, and then hoisted her onto my lap, where I slipped into her bottom. K leaned over to tell her that she had to make me cum before the trailers were finished. She succeeded. Then she says, I pixelated and disappeared. Didn't anyone notice her humping an empty seat? Well, apparently. She says there was lots of pointed "coughing" aimed in her direction.

K and Megan seem to have quite a repertoire of triggers and effects all lined up. I was on the phone yesterday with c, asking her about the day's events, when she gasped and demanded to know what was squirming in her pussy. Damned if I know.

Snapping the Magic Fingers

Master D wrote a bit about playing with my memory in relation to negotiating very edgy play, so i thought i'd elaborate a little on a few situations that are related.

He has given me magic fingers. One snap can put me into an intense situation, or completely wipe my memory of something we've previously negotiated and agreed to.

The first time we tried this, it was just my magic fingers and i still had my memory completely intact. So i knew all along what would happen as soon as i snapped my fingers. It was a relatively simple instruction...snap your fingers, and you will instantly be frozen like a statue and completely 'naked' in a public place. i quickly found out that the hardest part of completing this task was actually forcing myself to snap.

i was out at dinner with friends, and with shaking hands brought my fingers together and snapped. it was a strange sensation, but one W/we had practiced a bit beforehand. i was suddenly and immovably frozen in my seat, convinced that i was completely naked in the middle of a crowded resturant. i'm not sure i even had the ability to blush at that point, i could only sit and take in the humiliation and embarrasment.

After about 15-20 seconds, i became unfrozen and was quite relieved that He hadn't 'programmed' me for long enough for anyone to really notice that i was 'gone'. At that point though i was definitely blushing. One of my friends asked if i was allright. This was slightly edgy, though not really dangerous, just toying a bit with my emotions and self consciousness about my body.

i had that first snap instruction for a while and used it a couple times, most memorably while out to dinner with my dad and his girlfriend.

With the first try being so successful, and having progressed in His command of my mind, Sir decided to negotiate something far edgier with me. W/we have been flirting on and off with shame and humiliation, something that both terrifies and excites me all at the same time. W/we, or rather He decided that i would find a local strip mall, somewhere i wouldn't know anyone and take a little trip. i would park the car some distance away and take a walk past some of the stores. When i found a spot that was suitable, with a few people around to witness, i would stop, and snap. This was probably one of the hardest things i've ever had to do, but somehow i managed it.

My fingers snapped and everything went blank. i completely forgot why i was standing there or what was going on. The next thing i knew... i had completely let go of my bladder and my jeans were starting to get soaked. Completely humiliated and with no recollection of the conversation W/we had to negotiate this adventure, i made my way back to my car. My face was burning red as i took care to walk quickly enough that hopefully not too many people would see my shame-- without walking so fast that i'd attract extra attention. Somewhere deep inside my brain there was a nagging feeling that Sir was somehow involved in this though, i couldn't figure out how.

Opening the car door i was really surprised to see a towel and a change of clothes, but took immediate advantage and covered the seat while hopping into the car. i sat there shaking for a minute or two, not able to believe what had just happened to me, the shame of it almost overwhelming. i put the key in to start the car and as soon as the engine turned over, O/our entire previous conversation came flooding back to me.

i gasped and giggled in spite of myself -- which apparently is how i react fairly often when Sir gives me back a memory, but that's something for Him to tell you about......

Messing with Memory

It's a standard stage hypnotist trick: The subject wakes up, feeling alert, still not sure about this hypnosis stuff. "OK, now count to 10 on your fingers." But it's hard to do that, when you've forgotten the existence of the number 6.

That's a key moment, when the new subject first feels lost and puzzled, suddenly suspecting that the hypnotist really can take over mental control. The hypnotist restores the number, the subject is relieved, then the hypnotist plunges them deep into trance again, with some confidence that any natural resistance to hypnotic suggestion will have been weakened.

Messing with your sub's memory... something not to be done lightly ... turns out to be one of the subtler and yet more powerful effects you can have. Personally, e and I usually play with just recent, fairly irrelevant memories, to be safe. But after you've altered, removed, restored and even constructed your sub's history a few times, she'll come to think of you as being in charge of such fundamental things as "did that really happen" and "is that really the time?"

OK, examples.

* In one of our very first sessions, I removed the number 6, with the usual results. e was puzzled, but not all that impressed. She never liked numbers that much anyway. Then... I removed her middle name. That got her attention.

* In another post, she's written about her intense need to pee every even-numbered hour, precisely on the hour. One time, when she'd just returned from doing so, I told her to forget the preceding five minutes. Suddenly it was just one minute to the hour... and her bladder was bursting again, the urge to go unstoppable. After nearly a minute of this torture, I restored her memory of those five minutes, and the urge evaporated again with the return to standard time.

* One morning, as part of a relaxation exercise, she slipped a large candle into her bottom. She was happily humping it when I abruptly removed 10 minutes of memory. She stopped dead... went very quiet... and in a pale voice asked, "uhhhh, how did that get there?"

* "Sometime today you will get your long, flexible dildo, put one end in your ass and the other end in your pussy, and fuck both holes at the same time. You will then forget about this entirely, until I tell you to remember." She giggled when the memory flooded back, a few hours later.

* Memory wipes are a convenient tool for maintaining consent rules. We've negotiated some fairly edgy scenes, then I've removed her memory of the discussion, so when it occurs it's a complete surprise to her.

* When she carries out some humiliating public act, like the time she removed her bra and panties in the mall food court and set them on the table beside her, I usually remove her memory of it, and then restore it a few days or hours later, so she can relive the fresh, delicious shame all over again.

* I'm proudest of the memories that I've completely invented for her. I guess the idea of installing apparently permanent thoughts in a person's brain appeals to me. You have to be reasonable with these. I told her that she'd bought a Corona at a particular store one night, but she just got a sudden quizzical look, and said, "Huh, that makes no sense." Turns out she knew that store didn't sell Coronas. I've had better luck since then, installing memories that she absorbs with no comment, but refers to weeks later in passing.


I'm sure we'll mention other memory-bending examples in other posts, so you can see how we mix it in with other effects.

Meanwhile, whenever something outrageous occurs now, she almost immediately asks me, meekly, "Did that really happen?" She's losing the ability to tell for sure, when I'm involved. She comes to me for her reality checks. Sometimes you just have to trust people.