The Land Beyond Orgasm

 

I like to color outside the lines.

So it's no surprise that, after hypnotically inducing orgasms in some large number of women, I looked beyond that goal to something more challenging.

What I found: The Land Beyond Orgasm. It's now one of my favorite destinations.

I was sitting with Lillith on the bed, as I explained the concept.

Ordinarily, I said, your arousal rises up to a level of, say, 8 or 9, and then eventually reaches the point at which you orgasm, which we'll call 10. Your arousal then drops down a bit, and either rises again to 10 each time you orgasm, or drops back down to some lower number, when you get up or fall asleep.

So orgasms limit your arousal level to 10. 

But what if you didn't orgasm? What if you stepped right past that, up to 11 or 12 or beyond, ignoring the orgasm level and letting your arousal keep growing?

She was game. She usually is.

Her arousal level was already around 6, so we started there. I held on tight to her and started counting slowly. I felt, and heard, her arousal clearly growing as we approached 10, a familiar place for her. But we never got there. I said "9"... felt her tremble ... and then said "11." 

"OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod," she said. That was the most coherent thing I heard for a while.

I told her to  say "Yes," as she achieved each number. "13," I said. Long pause, gasps, shivers. "Yes," she squeaked. 

It went on like this. Around 20, I started pointing out that from this altitude she could see new territory and colors and could feel new textures and sensations. She agreed, and tried to describe them, but really couldn't put together a full sentence.

At 30, Lillith spontaneously squirted. She didn't orgasm; her arousal was still stratospheric. Somewhere in the mid-30s, I feared she would hyperventilate, and starting backing her down. I skipped 10 again on the way back down, and she was limp.

I've suggested this game with a few other partners. The results are always different, and always interesting. Gloria starts seeing stars and planets up around 50, and incinerates in the galactic core around 75.

LadyAdventure experienced some sort of psychic breakthrough the one time we reached 35, and ever since has been capable of trance amnesia. Sabrina regularly asks to be counted up to 50 -- it feels like she's pulling herself up a mountain -- to keep her energy levels high for her demanding career.

But Lillith's experience remains unique. The second time we explored the Land Beyond Orgasm, she asked to stay there. I obliged.

Her arousal level now hovers around 13 or 14 most of the time. She's not dropped below 10 since then. (She wears a sanitary pad every day, sometimes more than one, to keep her underwear dry.) 

She hasn't orgasmed in more than two years. And she's not asked to go back.

The hypnotized heart

As an evil mad scientist, I'd be nowhere without my kinky lab assistants. They are eager collaborators in my erotic hypno research. You should thank them for their sacrifices on your behalf.

Lately, I've been working with them on hypnotic control over body functions. I don't know about others' experiences, but it seems easiest to control orgasms, then throat and anus. Getting the pussy to open hungrily on its own with no insertion is challenging, but achievable.

Lillith, one of my assistants, especially loves the messy bits. Her body pees, poops, vomits and squirts on command. She cheerfully reports how many towels she's sleeping on, or how many pads she's gone through at work. (She has a high-powered, highly visible job, adding to the fun.)

She has wondered for some time whether I could control her even more fundamentally -- by directing her pulse and blood pressure. So she got her hands on a simple blood pressure and pulse monitor.

We set up the protocol a few days ago. Lillith would lie down (on towels of course), wear the wristband monitor and hold her phone. So she could read my instructions, read the monitor and text me back.

After a baseline measurement, I would tell her to feel in turn physical pain, then physical pleasure, then emotional pleasure, then emotional pain. (I enhanced each sensation with a few words directed just to her subconscious.) She'd report the results for each. Then I'd give her subconscious a few more surreptitious instructions, and see how Lillith's body reacted to those as well.  

I may as well just show you the data. These readings were all about two minutes apart.

"Lying comfortably": 108 over 62, pulse 72.

"Now I'll make it hurt" (she felt her pussy stretching painfully): 121 over 66, pulse 93.

"Now the same sensation, only pleasurable": 110 over 62, pulse 106.

"Now happy thoughts": 103 over 60, pulse 77.

"Now painful thoughts": 87 over 56, pulse 75.

"Now bring it back to normal": 101 over 61, pulse 68.

I then told her subconscious to drive her blood pressure up to 120 or so: 116 over 62, pulse 76.

I then told her subconscious to bring her pulse down as slow as was safe: 83 over 51, pulse 54. She was almost too sleepy to report.

Then I told Lillith to bring it back up to 106 again. It took her several tries, but she managed 105 over 63.

So let's look at those numbers. 

Her pulse, normally 72, rose as high as 106 for great pleasure, and as low as 54 when told to slow down.Her systolic pressure, normally a healthy 108, was pushed as high as 121 for great pain (still not bad) and as low as 83. Her diastolic pressure didn't budge much (except for the super-slow pulse). 

And she clearly has both conscious and subconscious ways of managing her blood pressure, at least when I'm there to provide a guide.

This roller-coaster ride took all of 20 minutes. She was wide awake and trance-free for the whole experience.

What did we learn? We now know that my hypnotic effects are not just skin deep. Her whole body shares in the experiences. I now know I can inflict intense hypnotic pain, or pleasure, without straining her heart, and that I can even send her off to sleep if I want. It all goes into the toybag to be used whenever the mood strikes.

And that ping you just heard? Another lab assistant, asking to try it next.

The transformation

Three weeks ago, she called herself asexual. Today she masturbates at least daily. Three weeks ago, she avoided dressing well in public for fear that people would think her a slut. Today, she enjoys the looks she gets at the gym. 

Three weeks ago, she was Shannon the highly inhibited psychotherapist. Today, she is Sabrina, the therapist who makes a point of telling her clients to consider their sexual health.

Shannon, a fan of this blog for some time, had gotten in touch with me, with issues that standard therapy hadn't touched, decades of challenges to her sexual self-esteem. Her uncle had molested and belittled her at age 3. Her mother had punished her for every slight step in the direction of romance or sexual expression, whether at age 8, 12 or 17. High school boyfriends had bragged about her as a conquest. She'd made a few bad relationship choices as an adult. 

Meanwhile, just under the surface, she hid a part of herself she called Sabrina. Sabrina was all the things Shannon was not -- sexually comfortable, but also organized, efficient, brave and unashamed. Shannon wanted all those things. Could I help?

It turned out that many of my Global Suggestion methods, especially those enlisting her subconscious mind, helped to turn down the negatives and turn up the positives. 

It was a team effort. 

Sabrina helped Shannon buy sex toys. Then, when Shannon tried to use them, and her mother's voice scolded her, her subconscious showed her how to mock her mother's interruptions. Meanwhile, I was helping Shannon feel her own body again -- first with the pain of clothespins, then with a well of pleasure that I located in her lower back. She could share the energetic pleasure with others by touching them... and refill the well by touching herself with her toys.

We also discovered that she had a conscious entity on board that was repeating her dear uncle's comments in her ear. I persuaded Amanda to become her inner cheerleader instead. 

All these helped, but I was nervous. I knew that for Easter Shannon was going to spend a long weekend with her family, a set of people who routinely triggered her worst behaviors and worst thoughts about herself. I expected a setback.

But, surprise, the night before the trip, Shannon said that she was just too tired of feeling guilty and anxious all the time. What she really wanted was to take a vacation of a different sort.

"I want a place where I can rest and heal. I want a place where I don't have to be responsible for daily projects and organizing and future planning." She decided it was her turn to hibernate, preferably on a warm beach somewhere. And that Sabrina was perfectly capable of managing things.

When would she want to go? "Tonight, when I sleep. I need to say goodbye to my cat."

So now Sabrina is in charge. She checks in on Shannon from time to time, but mostly is out in the world, exploring and enjoying her new life. Her laundry is done. The house is clean. She works out reliably. Her colleagues have noticed her new energy. 

And whenever she feels out of sorts, out of balance, she pulls out her toys and re-centers herself with a good solid orgasm. 

Playing with Personalities

"Please put your fingers in me," Gloria said in a rush. "Please, please, please."

This was not the Gloria I knew. This was Gloria the Bimbo, who could not think straight unless she was being filled. We'd just met. "Please, I need that," she said.

Gentleman that I am, I complied. Also, it was the only way to get her to settle down. She settled.
"What if my fingers weren't available? What would you otherwise do?"

"I'd find the closest thing within reach," she said, calmly. "It's what I need. This hunger is really strong."

Naturally, I pulled my fingers out, to see what would happen.

Gloria gasped, looked hurriedly around, grabbed the telephone handset, and swiftly shoved most of it inside. It was well-embedded, an impromptu G-spot dildo. I reached down and disconnected the curly cord for her.

This is why I love personality play -- to see who you are and what you're capable of doing, when I've isolated and distilled one narrow aspect of your character. You see, Gloria the Whole is strong, independent and smart, but all those things can disappear in a flash with some creative subtraction. In this case, I had suggested that Gloria the Whole still existed, but only when she was sliding something into herself. The rest of her existence became an addict's desperate need to do the filling, to stay whole.

In personality play, the results depend entirely on what you've removed. A few minutes earlier, I had met Gloria the Sex Servant, after subtracting her awareness of who, what, when and where -- but leaving intact all her memories of sexually pleasing people, whoever they were. As far as this Gloria knew, she had a single mission in life, she was trained for it, and she was very good at it. This utter devotion to service, and her ability to deliver on that, made her feel very calm and secure.

There is a strength and authenticity to these personalities that goes well beyond role-playing or acting out fantasies. Instead I am helping a subject to temporarily unveil one real component of their complex whole. It's akin to a sculptor's notion of exposing the object trapped inside a piece of stone. The results are pure and powerful, if a little stereotyped.

For instance, a trance partner I'll call Lillith is one of the most progressive, flexible and uninhibited people I know. Yet at one point in her life she embraced fundamentalist Christianity. Today's Lillith has no apparent traces of that trait. But it's still in there somewhere. And when I switch off everything else she knows and believes, out pops the fiercest, most sincere gospel thumper you have ever met. Hell, she even converses in lines from scripture. I mockingly call her Bible Lady, but seriously she is one scary true believer. (She is quite sure I'm Satan.)

Or, I can filter Lillith's life collection of ideas an entirely different way, leaving only this one notion she once found useful, that the man must always be treated as though he's infallible. Bingo: She is a fair replica of a Stepford wife.

"You're good at that.You're good at everything," the Stepford wife says breathily. (As I am doing evil things to her breasts.)

I learned a lot of this approach from another trance partner, who through hypnosis has identified parts of her own personality that specialize in her beauty, creativity, lust and so forth. In her case, the filtering is achieved by a novel method: fisting her to different depths. Summoning each facet in turn makes for a wild evening for everyone.

How can you call out one of these personalities?

First, I recommend this only for people with strong core personalities, who will be confident of returning, whole, afterward. It's unwise to play this game with someone whose self-identity is already subject to fragmentation.

Second, take advantage of the Global Suggestion, so you can fully discuss this with both the subconscious and the conscious self beforehand. Work out any concerns or details before you put the filters in place. Use clear and unique start/stop triggers.

Third, start with simple filters, to see how they play out. "Anal sex has never occurred to you before." "You are aroused now only in the garage." "Nudity still makes you blush."

Fourth, talk it over afterward. Gloria the Whole is still trying to wrap her head around Gloria the Bimbo.

Assembling a scene

Hypnotists, you know that confidence is key. And when you bring someone out of that initial trance, it's good to know beforehand which wild-ass effects are likely to work for that person.

That knowledge is not so accessible with "ordinary" hypnosis. But the Global Suggestion gives you a way to inventory the nearly limitless possibilities.

Depending on the person you're playing with, the subconscious may have control over just a few aspects of the conscious self -- or many of them.

So, to find out efficiently what you have to play with, you can ask the subconscious about the handful of physical and mental "components" or building blocks from which almost any scene can be built.

"Are you able to control her arousal? Her sensations? Her emotions? Her body? Can you make her hear things, see things, taste things, smell things? Can you block a memory? Create a memory?" The subconscious usually knows what they can do, can't do, or might be able to do with some practice.

Then the answers to those questions can guide the effects you choose for your scenes -- with some confidence that they will work.

Even a small set of controls can be turned into hours of fun. For instance, let's see what you could do with some of those single modes,  used by themselves.

Control over the body: Turn them into a doll, or robot, or piece of art, for objectification of any sort. Pose them in public, in support of exhibitionism or humiliation. Bondage of course is simple. So is endless helpless sex. (As a photographer, I can vouch for the blessing of having a subject so frozen that she does not even blink.)

Control over arousal: Play with orgasm amplification, control, or denial. Launch them into the land beyond orgasm. Eroticize any object, touch, sight, sound or smell, in any combination or sequence. (Someone I know responds quite intensely to the sight of a particular green ballpoint pen, because that's all that was within reach at the time.)

Control over sensation: Deliver pleasure or torment with warm showers or cold showers, tingling or electric shocks, spankings or canings, lemonade or just lemons. Make them feel like they're nude. Or swimming. Or flying. (I play a lot with synesthesia, deliberately converting a touch to a favorite flavor or remapping a painful sensation as pleasurable.)

Control over memory: Temporarily hide awareness of parts of your scene: Forget inserting the dildo, forget that anyone else is in the room, forget moving to the couch, forget being hypnotized at all. (In one of my recent demos, a fully awake subject spent half the time topless, entirely unaware of it until I told her to look at her breasts.)

Control over images: We're in the mall. No, we're in the street. No, we're in your office. Look outside, it's sunny with palm trees. Now it's snowing pink snow. There's a rose on your desk. OMG, look at what's on your TV. Where'd your underwear go? (One of my favorite mindfucks: "When you open your eyes, all the colors will be reversed.")

Most people have control over more than one of these modes. It's most powerful to combine them in complementary ways, for instance having them hold and taste an object (blindfold them if they can't see the illusion anyway), or putting your objectified nude sculpture on display in a glass case at the library (if they can't hear illusory sounds).

At this point, any limitations are not those of the subconscious but of your imagination.

Methods: After "hello"

Once you've said hello to a subconscious, what do you say next? A hypnotist who read my Global Suggestion manual still feels awkward talking directly to a subconscious asked me for some tips.

My main tip: I have phrases that I use all the time, but that's just habit. It's not about the scripts or exact word choice, it's about your attitude and approach.

You and the subconscious are both checking each other out. The subconscious wonders if you're trustworthy. You're hoping to enlist the subconscious as an ally, and to do that you want to find out what what motivates them, what goals they try to achiev, and what methods are at their disposal.

The challenge for you is that the subconscious is usually not used to speaking with anyone, and may initially have few conversational skills. So if you make statements instead of asking questions, you may get silence. If you ask yes/no questions, you probably will get yes/no answers.

Instead, think of the subconscious as that shy person you draw out into conversation about themselves at a party. Keep drawing them out, one step at a time. And try the command form:

"Tell me what role you play in her life."
"Tell me what challenges you're helping her with."
"Tell me what she really craves."
"Tell me what you really crave."
"Why did you encourage her to seek out a hypnotist?"
"What can I do to help with that?"

Those should naturally lead in interesting directions.

I often throw in positive reinforcements: "That must be hard work... Good for you... That impresses me." But I don't expect a verbal response to these.

Then when I sense that the subconscious and I are communicating pretty well, I start asking about their ability to carry out the waking effects I want to achieve.

"When I tell her that my fingers are sliding up and down her spine, you can make that so. Yes?"

Notice the several ways that's different from:
"If I tell her to feel fingers running up and down her spine, can you make her feel that?"

Cast everything in as declarative and positive a form as you can, remove any "distancing" words like "feel," "appear" or "seem", and give the subconscious every chance to see success ahead.

When it's time to wake the conscious self back up, I tell the subconscious that I enjoyed talking with her and that I look forward to talking more soon.

At least these are the approaches that work for me.

Now you can try this at home

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Going Global Again

Tams was sitting beside me, her right hand stuck firmly to the top of her head, her fingers wiggling impatiently while she waited for me to remember to undo the command. I have no idea what she was thinking.

Here's what I was thinking: "Damn, it works!"

I was in the midst of my second-ever public demonstration of the Global Suggestion, this time for an erotic hypnosis group in the Bay Area. And Tams had just helped me nail it.

After my first demonstration, last spring, I'd concluded that, for any future demos, having a subject already familiar with the Global Suggestion was crucial. I'd also decided to present the technique in reverse order -- to show off the impressive results first, before turning to the more subtle business of the induction and placement of the suggestion.

It was a perfect job for my hypnosub Shelly, who could not be more familiar with the ins and outs of this technique,  already knows some of this group's members and would cheerfully perform for me in public.

But to her frustration and mine, Shelly couldn't be there. I was going to have to trust that someone at the meeting would volunteer and respond well, for a method they'd never heard of.

Then, a week before the meeting, fortune smiled. Or Yahoo beeped, anyway.

It was Tams, on instant messenger, saying hi. We'd never met face to face, but four years earlier  I had tranced her online and installed the global suggestion. We'd played with it a bit, but reality intervened, our contact dwindled, and our last hello had been more than a year ago.

Now here she was again. She remembered me. I could bet that her subconscious remembered me. And she happens to live in the Bay Area. I suggested she attend the demonstration and help with my demo.

So that night, there we were, 15 of us in a big room, sitting in comfy chairs in a circle, with pizza in the middle.

I described the Global Suggestion  -- "Whatever I say, make it so". One of the merits, I said, is that, unlike many complicated hypnotic suggestions, it is so simple that the subconscious can remember it for years without reinforcement.

And to demonstrate that, here was my long-lost friend Tams.

I opened with a little scene. Imagine you're sitting next to each other at Starbucks, in a crowd, I said. Imagine you want to put a hypnosub through a little torment in public.

I told Tams to set her palms on the table ... and that they were stuck there. I told her that the smell of coffee was gradually raising her arousal. I told her that the sound of the espresso machine frothing up a drink was making her clench. And that each time I said "bang" she would feel a flogger across her upper back. Tams, very much a sensation fiend, felt every one of those things, immediately and vividly.

She responded so vividly that I had to admit to the group that I had tried out these little effects already, when I met her just before the meeting.

So then I threw in an effect that I was sure that Tams and her subconscious had not heard before.

Freeing her hands from the tabletop, I picked up her right hand and pointed to the palm. "Velcro," I said. Then I tapped the top of her head. "Velcro." Then I slapped her hand to the top of her head.

Bingo. She was stuck.

Damn. It works. It's really that simple.

And for the rest of the demo, I did not lack for volunteers.

Going global

I should have been nervous. For any number of reasons.

•  I was about to demonstrate my "global suggestion" method in public for the first time, at an erotic hypnosis convention.
•  I really wanted them to get it. I'm proud of this technique, and the power that comes from directly enlisting and conversing with the subconscious. I want others in the word of erotic hypnosis to check it out.
•  I sensed that most of the people here were into hypnosis for the trance itself -- while my method is all about the days, weeks and months that follow a short introductory trance.
•  I had just an hour to describe, demonstrate and discuss it.
•  My enthusiastic volunteer subject? I'd just met LadyA the day before.  She had no idea what was expected of her.

I should have been nervous, but I wasn't. 

Because, in fact, we'd rehearsed the global suggestion the night before, with LadyA's husband and a professional hypnotist as our audience.  

The global suggestion boils down to a simple single instruction to the subconscious: "When your conscious self is awake and alert, pay attention to what I tell her, and make it happen."

LadyA's subconscious mind had grasped the concept almost immediately, and proved adept at controlling behavior, body and mind long after LadyA was again awake and alert.  
 
The subconscious was so good that, after we were done, she was able to remove from LadyA's conscious mind any detailed memories of the rehearsal.

So when we sat facing each other at the front of a dim room at the convention, LadyA really didn't know what was about to happen.

After a few minutes of "pre-induction" talk, I explained to her, and the audience, that her subconscious was about to carry out whatever instructions I came up with. I started slow, telling her that her breasts were getting warm, then that her nipples were getting hard. She checked. They were. Then I added fingers sliding up her legs, a throbbing somewhere in the middle, and so on. She was enjoying them all. Usually this takes longer. 

I wanted her to go into trance, so the audience could meet her subconscious, but she was on the edge of orgasm already. So -- the global suggestion is perfect for those decisions made on the fly -- I merged her orgasm and her trance launch. Her body vibrated impressively, then went calm, and I said, as I always do, "Hello subconscious." 
 
After confirming with LadyA's subconscious that she could control sensations, body and mind, and giving her some examples of what I might be doing, I brought LadyA back.  My point was to show that a creative hypnotist now can combine sensations, illusions and behaviors into whatever random scene they want to concoct. Because of the setting, most of these turned out to be sexy -- my favorite was having her undressing, unaware, while discussing something else entirely. 
 
One challenge in any hypnosis demonstration is that skeptics can often say, "Oh, you're not hypnotized, you're just doing that to please the hypnotist." I think that was solved when, long into the scene, she interrupted to complain about her breasts. "They're so hot, they're sweating. Can you turn that off?" Oops, I'd forgotten to undo my very first command.  Another advantage of my method is that you can fix things like that with a word or two.

It was an intense hour, and it was over before the audience ran out of questions. LadyA and her husband disappeared, back to their hotel room, where I am confident that the experiments continued.

I received a terrific email a few days later from one of the hypnotists in the audience. Corny as it may sound, this is the real effect I was trying to achieve:
 
"It gave me quite a bit to think about, and quite a bit to try." 

 

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.

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.

Imagination Enhanced

K and c are just too busy exploring the world of mental illusions to send back enough reports. I have to go tracking them down to get their updates. OK, partly that's because they were on vacation for a couple of weeks, and fucking like bunnies. Partly it's because c spent a full day curled up in the cage. Without her mobile, apparently.

Anyway, the latest report shows that, after a year of putting hypnosis and mind control to work on his wife, K is far from running out of clever ideas.

* He's changed her vocabulary, made a few word-for-word substitutions. For instance, when c now tries to say "I love you," it comes out, "I heart you."

* Johnny Depp no longer sings to her from the passenger seat on her drive to work each day. No, now he shares their bed each night.

* And most intriguing, when they had a huge Jacuzzi tub on vacation, K told her to hold her breath, slide entirely under water, and stay as long as she wanted. "My heart slowed way down, I could feel it, I just relaxed, and it felt like hours and hours. It was wonderful," she says. K reports that it was actually six or seven minutes -- which itself is truly remarkable.

The Sound of Silence

Here's a powerful effect that boils down to a simple idea: Don't let your subject hear what you're saying.

I'll explain more in a moment, but here's how Geneva, whom I play with online from a thousand miles away, describes the feeling.

"When I first started talking to D online, I was skeptical about how well the hypnosis thing would work for me. I soon found out just how well it does work. In the beginning I heard each word He said. He would talk to me and help me to relax. Then suggest experiences that would become very real to me. I did come to love His voice… pardon the pun. He has taken my mind to places I've never been, as well as helped me to revisit places I have, and that I miss.

"My sexual experiences under hypnosis have been phenomenal! But my experiences have changed. Where I used to hear every word spoken, now His words seem to melt into the experiences. Yes, melt is a good description. I will be talking with Him and suddenly His voice is melting into me. It's as if I can actually feel it. I am transported from where I sit to another place. I can see, hear, feel things that weren't there the moment before. I hear Him… but I don't at the same time."

The key to the technique is for the subconscious to be able to block memories. (I know that's something that c's subconscious does readily, and so did e's. Geneva's subconscious turns out to be able to do that too.)

Here's how it came about. Geneva loves the sensations and gyrations and visual illusions that I tell her subconscious to produce. But it finally occurred to me that these effects were being 'filtered' a bit, as she would first hear me give a command, then have a few moments to think about it consciously before it occurred. So it was still a little artificial.

How much more vivid, I wondered, if she never saw it coming?

A lot more vivid, it turns out.

I told her subconscious: From now on, any time I give a specific instruction for Geneva to feel or do, just carry it out without letting her conscious mind grasp the words.

Now, in mid-conversation with me, without warning, she finds herself flying. Or bent over the couch. Or strung up somewhere. Or serving anonymous strangers. I direct the scene with a few words, but her subconscious fills in all the blanks -- and all her holes.

"I hear you, but I don't hear you," is how she describes it. "And sometimes you're completely gone."

Then I tried the same effect with LG. Even after I described it, she was pretty skeptical. In deepest trance she uses the sound of my voice, if not my actual words, as a sort of lifeline that she holds on to. She thought she couldn't give up on the sound of my voice. Also, her subconscious happens to resist any instructions that aren't directly related to sex, food or sleep, and memory play has never really worked.

Well. Turned out that LG's subconscious was interested after all. After a few words of instruction, and waking LG up again, I'm now able to give her verbal instructions that she can't hear at all, and simply experiences without warning. The gasps of amazement are worth all the trouble.

Has anyone else tried the same thing?

Good Girl, Bad Girl

My method, such as I have one, is to keep doing the things that seem to work. One thing I find myself saying really often, in mid-scene, is, "Good girl!" It always seems to get a good response.

But, why is that? Just seeing the words written down, they feel like a paternalistic put-down, something last said at age 7. But we're not playing with age here. The subs I've played with are not into pet play or being minimized. Several over the years have commented on it themselves: "I wonder why I like it so much when you say that?"

I asked c the other day what it feels like to be called a good girl.

"This is so weird," she said, giggling. "Just hearing you say the words made my shoulders go back, made my boobs go up, and put a really big smile on my face!"

As it happens, her husband K had raised the same topic last week, she said. "He asked me whether I had any idea how my body reacted when he said, 'Good girl,' " c told me. "He says my eyes change, and my face relaxes."

c thinks it's a built-in approval-seeking desire that we all have, that's particularly strong in submissives.

"It makes me feel happy and proud," she said.

I've asked a few other subs about it. "It's not about my father," one said. "I disowned him."

"I'd never tolerate anyone else saying that to me," another one said. "But in the middle of a scene, it just makes me feel like I'm doing everything right."

The opposite phrase produces an equally opposite reaction.

"I'm not a bad girl," c says. "K can call me a naughty girl, or anything else, it makes me hot. But if he says, 'Bad girl,' I just freeze up."

I'll try to learn from that too.

All of the Above

My friend K and his hypnoslave c have been on this adventure for more than a year now. Far from getting bored with it, they've simply built it into everyday life. In very clever ways.

They went to see Juno a couple nights ago. Now, as longtime visitors here know, K and c really like to play sexually in crowded theaters. The main limit on them is that c gets a little shy about behaving so outrageously in the middle of a crowd. No problem this time: The theater was empty. Not a seat was taken. Oddly, c says, she could hear a theater full of people, but she couldn't see any of them. So when the film began, it was just c and K and the film. They had a lovely time. (Apparently, so did a couple just a few seats away. c heard a belt buckle being undone. 'Do you want to see?' K asked her. 'No! What if she's sucking his cock?')

Anyway, they had such a carefree time in the empty theater that as they were walking out, c discovered that she was now wearing clamps on her nipples.

More everyday life: c drives half an hour each way to work. She commutes with Johnny Depp. He's not there all the time. Just when she turns on the music, there he is sitting beside her, big as life and smiling that spooky smile. Radio on? It's Capt. Jack Sparrow. CD? It's Sweeney Todd. He puts his hand on hers on the gear shift and sings to her. But Depp is a little unpredictable. Once he turned up as Willy Wonka. (I suspect that one was Megan's idea.)

Let's see. Then there are the wrestlers that keep showing up at her house. Me, I know nothing of wrestlers, but c does. She thinks they're pretty hot. They keep appearing at the door to come inside and fuck her. She lets them, although she reports one drawback: 'Wrestlers have muddy shoes.' I think it's this last detail that makes c just a little nervous. The scenes with the visiting wrestlers are so utterly vivid that she sometimes wonders if it's really one of the neighbors who keeps coming to visit, and just his face and body that she's remolding in her mind.

Knowing K, I would say that is extremely unlikely, but, hey miss c, did it occur to you that they might all be me?

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?