Finding Your Own Hypno Slave

How can you find someone who wants to be hypnotized? Or who wants to hypnotize you?

It can be surprisingly hard. 'Hypnosis' is not found on most of the kink and BDSM check lists, so the curious don't have many opportunities to announce their interest.

Here are two happy exceptions to that:

CollarMe has long included hypnosis on its list of interests, so users can include it in their profiles, and you can search for it. I've talked with a number of submissives there who are curious about hypnosis and eager to explore.

Now there's a new and very promising social networking site, FetLife, which has added hypnosis to its fetishes list. There are more than a dozen people into hypnotism, more every day. (Also, I've just opened a discussion group there, on Erotic Hypnosis. Stop by and register your thoughts about Orgasm on Command, our first topic.)

All in all, the world of kink seems to be opening its mind to mind control.

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?

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....