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?

Attending the Party

Wow....reading Megan's entry sure makes me appreciate more the effort that K puts into making these incredible experiences....

For a long time now i have had a big fantasy about being with a large group of men but have never chased that for a few very obvious reasons but K still found a way of letting me experience it.

Intense? Exhausting? Incredible? All words i could use to describe my day with all those wonderfully skilled men yet none of them seem to do it justice....

Writhing was a word that Megan used and K has told me i did a lot of that but all i recall is lots of cock and cum....everywhere.... I could feel it on my skin, slipping down my throat and filling my pussy and ass...The orgasms (some of them squirting) were incredible and yet part of me knew that this "day" was not real but i sure as hell enjoyed it.

The look on K's face when i awoke from exhaustion was the best Christmas present of all...I can't wait to see what these guys have planned for me next....

Creating a Party

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except ... up in her bedroom...c was writhing around in endless lust.

More about her shortly.

Things have been pretty chaotic for me lately, with the progress I've made on communication "through" c, holiday events, and c and I both being ill. But what really exhausted me was preparing for c's Christmas present.

K wanted to get her a special present this Christmas, as it will have been almost a year since I was factored into their relationship. We spent a lot of time working out the ultimate gift.

c has always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a lot of men (20 to be precise), and K requested that she could have that as part of her Xmas present. He told me I was to have 20 men appear (the men being c's favourite men to look at) and have them play with her for roughly 2 hours or until she was not able to cum any more.

And so it happened. Into a couple of hours on Christmas Eve, I crammed a full day worth of sex for c. I ensured that she was kept amused for the whole time, while K watched the action.

K says: "Watching her writhe around, her mouth, pussy and ass opening to receive invisible cocks, was the most impressive trick I have ever tried or seen. She spoke to each person, who ranged from D to Brad Pitt and David Boreanaz, and described what was happening to her in detail to me, as she was aware that I was sitting watching her. Afterwards she said…"thank you sir" and then fell asleep lying in a pool of her own cum with a big smile on her face."

This was a hard thing for me to do, and I was lucky she responded so well. I'm sure c will fill you in soon on the experience from her point of view.

Going Blank

For all the clever 'effects' that I tried out on LG a few weeks ago, I think her favorite one was outwardly the least impressive. I held my hands apart, and then brought them slowly together, telling her to watch them, instructing her consciousness to evaporate as my hands got closer and closer. By the time my hands were an inch apart, she could no longer speak. By the time they touched, she was staring utterly blankly at them, all expression erased.

"Think of a camera iris," she said later. "A circle that sort of twisted as it got smaller, and then winked out."

During the several minutes that she was absent, she looked to me like a frozen statue, staring at the wall, completely unresponsive. Inside, she said, the only sensation that came through was the sound of my voice maintaining a thread of contact, although there was no meaning in the sounds.

She loved it. "No need to be, do, anything. Total lack of responsibility."

She loved it so much that she asked me to install a trigger. Now, whenever she is feeling tense, she can use her magic word to instantly induce a complete relaxation that eventually blends into a nap or sleep.

I love the effect, too. There's something so completely powerful in just switching someone's brain off with a word, leaving them as a blank statue or puppet. And yet it's so different from the usual hypnotic effect, which is all about dramatic behavior or sensations.

It turns out we have a lot of company. When you're done here, visit my colleagues Lex and Mirehn and see what they've been up to. They and their subjects also have discovered the pleasures of blanking.

In my case, I can think of three or four subjects who've responded well to going blank, whether it was over the phone or in person. All seemed to have tensions in their lives, and turmoil in their minds, that they just couldn't switch off otherwise. One begged me to keep her blank for much longer, and moaned at the pain of returning thoughts as they flooded back afterward. I still can't forget the look on the face of Deborah, one of my more intense subjects, who last summer craved nothing more than long stretches of blankness. I secretly gave her a little present; she would go blank whenever she sat on the toilet and peed. I confess it may have started a new obsession for her.

Then there was Shelly. After a few in-person demonstrations, she asked for a trigger to use at home, and chose her own trigger word: "bliss." I haven't heard from her since.

Getting the Point

It's been far too long since a submissive offered a report on one of my in-person scenes. Let's change that right now. Her name is LG, I've hypnotized her both online and in person, and this is the report she wrote for a sub friend of hers:

"Here's the photo of me with the needles in my breast. I know you're going to need an explanation, because I am such a wuss about pain. The answer is very simple and very complicated at the same time.

"The simple answer is that D told me it wouldn't hurt, and it didn't. The complicated answer is that somehow he has managed to get into my head and not only turn off pain but bring it back as well. We've done this in person, obviously, but also just online. He's asked me to put clothes pins right on my nipple and then made the pain disappear and reappear - slowly, gradually as he counted.

"I can sort of understand this kind of thing. But what I can not understand is how he has pictures of me outside in places I know I have never been. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I have no memory at all, but I must have ridden in his car to get there. And until I asked him today, I didn't even know what sort of car he drove!!

"It's sort of the ultimate submission - I don't even have to think about being obedient; I just am."

"As for the needles, I really don't have much of a memory of how he did it - just some rather disconnected sounds and feelings. I can remember the sound of him opening the package with the needle in it. I can feel his hand squeezing my breast and a sharp prick. I think I gasped. I'm reasonably sure he said "Good girl". I know it happened 4 times because I can see the needles in the picture. I do remember asking him to take the pictures. But the whole procedure is definitely fuzzy.

"Maybe you should ask him to fill in the blanks. After all he was there - even if only part of me was. "