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.

Power of the Mind

If i told you that i had my labia pierced, but felt no pain and no needle ever touched my body, would that get your attention? Would you believe me? I certainly would have been skeptical just a few short months ago. Using the incredible power of hypnosis my Dom has given me this and much more through the magic of His voice alone. He has gifted me with numerous long lasting "effects", for lack of a better term. They are all very real to me and have become an integral part of my daily life.

He has pierced my labia with two beautiful little rings, one on each side. I can touch them and tug on them, yet they are invisible to everyone else. They are tied together with a thin red leather lace, and unless He allows me to untie it i am physically unable to penetrate myself. The power of the mind is incredible.

I also wear other body jewelry as i go about my daily life. He has given me a gorgeous pair of nipple shields and every time i look at them i smile and think of Him. Around my waist, and my ankles and wrists are silver slave bells, i can hear them when i walk or roll over in bed at night. The sound has become a comfort to me, though no one around has any idea.

I have become comfortable walking around naked in public, though still occasionally blush when i think about it too hard. With a few carefully placed words, He has turned my clothes transparent. I can feel them on my body and know that i am dressed, but when i walk out into the world i "feel" naked. Every once in a while i catch someone looking at me and for a moment i wonder if they know, if they can see what a wanton girl i am.

Before you think this is all about my body, He inserts Himself into other parts of my day as well. He has decorated my home, turned the pictures on my walls into various images of His cock, just to remind me all of the time who i belong to and what i am. Though, i will admit i do spend quite a bit of time appreciating art now.

He is with me at my most intimate and private moments. I pee every two hours. It is no longer voluntary, it is fact. If the clock hits an even hour i had better hope that i'm near a bathroom. It seems i have a small margin of control, give or take a number of seconds, but i must pee. The pressure and need is too strong to ignore without embarrassing results. Along with this schedule, He often changes the decor, turning the bathroom at my house into a park, a rainforest, and other interesting locations. It's often a surprise what i'll find when i walk in there.

By far the most precious and meaningful gift He has given me is my collar. It is red leather and matches the lace tying my rings together. He placed it around my neck and buckled it closed, and it has remained there ever since. I never have to take it off, worry about it getting wet, or what other people will think. I belong to Him and have a wonderful reminder that is completely real to U/us.

I have learned so many things in the past few months from Him. The biggest lesson though is that the mind is capable of great things. If you can tap into that power, the possibilities are limitless. I was a skeptic, but trust me hypnosis works and W/we are just beginning to explore the realm of the possible.