The Unstoppable

Our dear slave c has been going through some tough times at work, and she's been hit with every virus in circulation this winter. Still, she is *always* horny, and always up for adventure.

The other day I tried out my new trick on her, over the phone.

"Put your hands on your knees. OK, the right hand can slide up and down your thigh, and as it does so, it adjusts your arousal up or down. Meanwhile your left hand, sliding up and down your left thigh, controls how badly you need to pee. OK, now slowly slide both hands up your thighs."

She loved it. But before she could get her hands all the way to the tops of her thighs -- and god knows what would have happened then -- she was so turned on that her hands leaped to her pussy, where she started rubbing. She couldn't help herself, she said.

OK, so we'll try that trick again another time. Meanwhile, she clearly needed pleasuring, so I tried something else we hadn't done in a while: Unassisted phone sex. Every once in a while, we have a session where Megan doesn't step in to help at all, where it's entirely my voice and c's imagination going at it, one on one. Sort of like an "unplugged" session on MTV. Sort of.

It's nice to know that the old-fashioned methods still work, you know? She showed that she still can vividly experience, all on her own, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (yeah, in that order, sort of messy), and then cum so hard that she squirts. That kind of imagination ... whew, what if we all had that?

Preventing Pleasure

The deeper i go on this journey the more i am compelled to write here and update you of my 'progress' on this road. This journey hasn't always been easy....there have been times where i have been scared, insanely jealous and worried that i was going to be forgotten as K and D utilised Megan more to influence me...now surprise visits by D, changing personalities and a newly decorated house (my bedroom changes colour depending on my mood) are the norm.

Recently K has been testing how hypnosis can be used to prevent pleasure no matter how excited i get. If i had my own way i would spend my entire life in orgasmic bliss. The release that i feel when i am squirting or just cumming extremely hard is incomparable to any other feeling. K knows how much i crave this release and how i am willing to do practically anything to obtain it.

1 week ago during one of our extended Saturday morning sessions he commanded me to cum. I have been well trained and this should have been so easy and i was so hot for it but i just couldn't!! No matter how hard i tried i got to the very edge of orgasm and then my entire body went numb and all the build up disappeared! K kept up his command to have me orgasm and just smiled at me as i got more and more frustrated as i tried to get myself off!

It carried on like this until Friday, with D adding to the lack of cumming ability by equating my pussy to a vase...not the best post hypnotic illusion but the appearance of flowers was quite amazing none the less. I have had the most frustrating week ever, so eager have i been for that release but even though i have been played with all week it just hasn't happened.

On Friday however K whispered the words "you can cum now" and the orgasm was the best i have ever experienced, at least what i remember of it...the cum i had squirted on the mirror though was a sure sign that i enjoyed myself!

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.

I Feel Compelled

A few of you have been really interested in my daily routine and how hypnosis and my 'compulsions' fit in. i thought i'd take a bit of time and do my best to oblige. A lot of them have become sort of second nature to me, so i'm going to ask D to make sure i haven't forgotten anything and comment for me if He'd like to.

The first one, and sort of the reason all this hypnosis stuff started, is my timed peeing. Most of you have already heard about this, but i thought i'd elaborate a bit and try to explain some of the feeling behind it.

When we started out, one of the tasks D gave me (pre-hypnosis) was to pee every even-numbered hour and then make myself cum. This was basically, i think, a show of my submission and a test of dedication.

i'm far from perfect and was late a couple of times, which tore me up because i tend to be quite eager to please and very submissive. Making a mistake like this is really painful. We were trying to think of ways to avoid further mistakes, and D suggested trying hypnosis.

Fast forward to now ... and i absolutely can not look at the clock, or even think about the time close to an even hour, without feeling like my bladder is about to burst. It's not a choice anymore, if i don't find a bathroom i will wet myself. While the thought of this makes me blush, it is wonderful to have a reminder every other hour of who i am.

[Note from D: The interesting thing about compulsions is that you don't think much about them. For instance, it's no longer remarkable to e that when she steps into the bathroom she is transformed into a puppy in a park and carries out her duties that way.}

Of course at noon now i pee as a man, which isn't nearly as confusing as one might think. It gives me a great sense of freedom and boldness that i've never really known as a woman, something we're trying to figure out how to capture and use to my advantage.

Something that is fairly new to my schedule is my nightly ritual of obedience to Him. i get all ready for bed, get naked and kneel on the floor beside the bed. He is always sitting there in front of me, in my mind anyway, and that makes me smile. Lying on the floor next to me is a small pile of clothespins. They're not the average wooden type, but plastic with rubber tips. They're made by Rubbermaid if i recall, and have quite a bite to them.

i take a deep breath and place one clothespin after another on my breasts. Each week i increase the number of clothespins by one; tonight there will be 16. Surprisingly i can't feel them at all, there is no pain. i just keep adding clothespins until there are only two left. These last two go on my nipples.

When i attach the last clothespin, there is an unbelievable rush of pain as the bite held back from each one rushes over me all at once. Most nights it takes my breath away for a few seconds, and i really have to fight to keep from crying out. The rush of pain reminds me who i am and who i serve. It hurts, but is also very comforting, perhaps that's something only another sub could understand.

D has a bit of a thing for large insertables and enjoys watching delicate holes being stretched beyond normal capacity, to put it nicely. So, another portion of my nightly ritual is stretching my pussy before bed every night, using progressively larger objects.

When i crawl into bed at night i untie the red leather lace that holds my rings together and lube myself up really well. i then slowly insert whatever object we happen to be using at that time and fuck myself with it for 15-20 minutes or so. At the moment it happens to be a fairly large pillar candle, which was somewhat unthinkable just a little while ago. Eventually i let myself cum, generally very hard, and i drift off to sleep with some very nice dreams.

Sometime in the middle of the night D comes to visit me. It's at a different time each night, but He always manages to sneak into my head. Lately He's been really interested in playing with His RealDoll e. i'm turned into a very realistic but very inanimate sex doll for Him to use as He wishes.

i can always 'feel' Him close to me, feel Him posing His doll in anticipation of using me, but i am completely His object at that point. He uses me and takes His pleasure, and the only thing i can do is lie there and accept whatever He chooses to give me. i can feel a bit of friction, but no pleasure, i know i am being stretched and used, but it's mostly mental. i am coming to really enjoy being His literal toy, so thank you to those of you who encouraged this through your comments!!

Something we haven't written about is Dungeon Time. i'm generally pretty busy during the day, so we were looking for a way to give me a bit of relaxation time -- just 10 minutes where i could relax and let go. Sir has given instructions to my subconscious, and He'll have to elaborate on how He did it because i'm still not really sure.

Almost every day when i'm free and have time to myself, i sit down and hear His voice telling me that it's Dungeon Time. i take off all my clothes and head down into the dungeon.

[Note from D: e no longer think it's remarkable that next to her bed is a door that leads to a flight of stairs that leads to a basement dungeon, all of which materialized for her sometime last fall. The details of this daily use are among the more complex things that I've told her subconscious to memorize and implement.]

Each day there is something new waiting for me, and from what i can gather it seem to rotate on a weekly basis. He is always waiting for me in the dungeon, and we play together. So far i've experienced piercings, wax play, bondage, cages, contortion, suspension, spanking, watersports, flogging, canes, and many other things. It is an amazing break in my day and really focuses and refreshes me.

This seems like a lot when it's all written out, but really it's become second nature and an integral part of my daily life that i think i'd really miss it were any of it to go away.

My Life As A Dog

There have been some great comments about sense of "self" and giving up control in regards to hypnosis so i thought i would try to delve a little deeper into what i get out of it and perhaps give some specific examples.

i've been discussing this with Sir lately, trying to get a better idea of what is actually going on. i know that i definitely don't lose myself when He puts me into trance, in fact i feel more myself since we started delving into hypnosis. i think the key here is that going that deeply into trance actually allows me to focus in on certain areas of my personality without having to worry about anything else.

My life is fairly hectic on a daily basis, with a lot of people and things needing my time and attention. Often i feel more 'lost' in my regular life than when He has me deep in some interesting situation, using hypnosis to in essence block out the 'noise' of the rest of my life.

One really good example of this would be puppy time. Sir makes me His puppy, curled up at His feet. At that moment.....i am a puppy...there is no telephone, no laundry or dishes, no bills or other distractions. All that exists is devotion, cuddles, love, warmth and the happiness of being at His feet.

As a puppy i can focus totally on Him with the loyalty and love of a pet. i relax and am totally at peace, thinking of nothing more than cuddling or perhaps occasionally playing with my little red squeaky ball in the park. This is one of the most relaxing places i have ever known and i always come back a little 'dreamy' as Sir says, and feeling very very refreshed and happy.

This is such a special place for me that most of the time when i pee now it’s as a puppy in the park. i know, sitting here right now, than when i actually go into the bathroom i do sit down like a woman on the toilet, but it is so real that i would swear i’m squatting in the middle of a park. Sometimes there are other puppies around with their owners, and occasionally Sir is holding onto my leash.

It’s very freeing to pee outside like that, with only the slightest hint of embarrassment if someone happens to be watching. It’s only even unpleasant if it’s raining out, but luckily my subconscious doesn’t seem to like the rain so that doesn’t happen often.

Another example of this kind of focus is something new that we've been working with. Lately Sir has been turning me into a RealDoll at night. This is objectification in the best and most complete sense of the word. i become nothing more than an object for His pleasure, to be posed, turned, bent over and used any way He wishes.

Being objectified in this way is extremely arousing for me and focuses the part of my personality that is deeply into service. i know that i'm being used, that He is there with me. i can 'feel' that i am being penetrated in the most minute way but there is no physical pleasure at all. Mostly what i feel is pressure, the sense that my 'skin' is being moved. It is absolutely amazing, relaxing, and incredibly arousing mentally.

Recently Sir has turned me into a man when i pee at noon. i've been completely a man, not a woman in a man's body...it actually feels very normal. This has been a very enlightening experience. Aside from having all new equipment to play with, i'm also getting a new perspective on myself. i'm finding that in that male role there is a definite feeling of boldness, of openness that i don't always feel as a woman.

Obviously those feelings have always been inside me, but we're realizing now that they may be readily accessible for me to call upon when i may need them. This is something that we're still trying to figure out, but i'm sure we can let you know how it goes in a future post. i think it could be really useful when dealing with difficult situations, or telemarketers!

Seeing Things

If you're ever on a plane, taxiing for takeoff, and the woman sitting next to you is paying a lot more attention to the safety video than is justified... that just might be e.

Don't tell the FAA, but she's watching a different video. She's watching me masturbate. She has a particular fascination for that. Her mind seems to go blank, she really can't talk, she has been known to drool.

It was a simple enough instruction, given before a flight a couple of months ago, and now her subconscious obeys it every time she flies, whether I specify it or not. It's always me up on that screen.

That's not the only place I show up in her line of vision. All the photos and artwork in the living room -- they've been magically converted to my cock, framed.

And since she spends so much time looking at her laptop, I'm there too, lurking on the desktop image behind everything else.

OK, so I'm being a bit, um, cocky. But it's effective. She's hooked.