Bonus Feature: El Plaer de la Lectura - Roser

Bonus feature.

Hysterical Literature Session Seven: Amanda

Amanda REALLY likes reading this book.

Hysterical Literature Session Six: Solé

Solé gets the buzz of her life from reading.

Hysterical Literature Session Five: Teresa

Teresa enjoys some really intense reading.

Hysterical Literature Session Four: Stormy

Stormy reads in the studio.
This one's my favourite - her orgasm is so musical. :)

Hysterical Literature Session Three: Danielle

Danielle visits the studio to read from a book

whilst being subjected to pleasure below the table.

Hysterical Literature Session Two: Alicia

Here is Alicia, reading Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass.

Hysterical Literature Session One: Stoya

Stoya visits the studio and reads from "Necrophilia Variations" by Supervert.

Whilst being brought to orgasm by an accomplice beneath the table.

Directed by Clayton Cubitt

 First of a series.

Cold Caller Trance

Some interesting news on this front. I got a live cold caller, and I managed to get her into a light trance.

I brought her right back out of it immediately - no point pushing things too far, first time around - but the technique works.

I only need to practice, now, and refine the technique. Next time, the cold caller will experience a much deeper trance. And perhaps I'll install an instruction or two - or I'll simply work on trancing the cold callers and deepening their trance states each time before going as far as planting instructions.

Biting

You know that I do bite, by the way. Though not on a first date.

I might lick instead ...

Request for Testimonials

I've never done this before, but I'd love it if I could get some feedback here.

I'm in need of some positive character testimonials. What am I like here on this blog? What about professionalism, attitude towards others, playing along well with others and so on?

You know, character stuff.

If anyone has something cool they wish to say, can you please send me a copy by email, in MS Word or OpenOffice or PDF?

Something's cropped up - can't say what right now - and I'm in need of current testimonials from regular readers of good standing.

Much appreciated. And if you cannot help out, no worries. Thanks anyway.

X-posted from To Scape The Serpent's Tongue.

The Ultimate Fantasy ...

For me, the ultimate fantasy would be for me to find that some famous person has discovered Hypnotic Erotic and been to The Garden, or perhaps descended The Tower.

I can think of quite a few famous people whom I'd love to discover this blog ...

Using Hypnosis On Cold Callers

I've had some interesting and promising results on cold callers who drop in on my phone unsolicited to sell something to me.

Automated cold callers, just a voice recording: can't do a thing about them. But a human voice on the end - that's entirely different.

My intention is to derail their sales pitch just long enough to get them to stop a moment. Just a moment of aporia and confusion to begin with, and then tell them that while they are waiting, for example for my "ancient laptop" to boot so I can get the version of Windows, they should relax, take a deep breath in and release the tensions. They have a customer on the line, so they don't have to go anywhere, so they may as well sit back and let all the tensions drain away with each outgoing breath ...

If I succeed in inducing trance in a cold caller, I will let you know the result. And I will leave you a script here on Hypnotic Erotic for everybody to use on cold callers.

Call it a public service.

Edit: The next report is here.

The Dormant List

I haven't told many people about this, but ...

I have three lists of clients. The first is the Active List - my current playmates. Every few nights or so, they call me and ask me to trance them. I give them the mojo, let them enjoy the feeling of slowly slipping under, let them know that I have caught them in my sorcerous web of sin and debauchery, then we have our fun and go about our merry way.

All good, all the time.

Then I have the Black List; former clients who no longer communicate with me. We've both said our goodbyes and everybody goes about their merry way. More often than not, the other client just disappears.

But in between, I have what I call the Dormant List.

If I haven't heard from someone in more than 3 days, they go onto the Dormant List. If I haven't heard from them after one calendar month from last contact ... they go onto the Black List. They might have gone off on holiday or whatever - I'm not their Mum, and they are under no obligation to tell me what they are doing or where they are. But if they're gone more than a month, I have to assume they no longer wish to play, so ... into the Black List they go.

If you are a client, a friend or just a follower who wants to chat with me, and you want to stay off the Dormant List or get yourself off the Black List, contact me. Email will do.

Exotic Charms

What is the most exotic thing about me?

It's not often that I write an autobiographical post - the whole Welsh "don't blow your own trumpet" thing - but I thought I'd just reveal a bit about me here for a change.

I come from rainy, wet and windy Wales, in the United Kingdom. Those of you who have heard my audio files know that I speak with a very British accent. That would subliminally paint me as the villain in most movies and TV shows you ever heard if - apart from Doctor Who, that is - but the exotic accent is the least of it. Turns out that my accent is exotic even among Brits - people do puzzle over my origins, even those who are native Brits.

I am sinister - as in "left-handed." I was ambidextrous in school, but gravitated towards my left hand exclusively.

I also follow a Left Hand Path. If there was a local temple of Set, I'd probably be a member. As it is, you can consider me a Solitary, in that I practice alone. Why would I join such a group, given the chance? Certainly not for the excuse to wear leather and black, smoke pot and listen to Black Sabbath records backwards - anyone can do that. It's called "stupidity," and people get medals for it.

The path I do follow is Chaos Magic - the path forged by Austin Osman Spare and codified by the likes of Phil Hine and Peter K Carroll. Remind me to tell you about it some time.

I write about my favourite fetishes - you know them already. Hypnotism is by far my favourite, because of all the fetishes I write about, hypnosis is one that I can actually use to great, deeply erotic effect.

I speak a variety of languages - including, would you believe, Klingon. Naturally, I speak Welsh as my birth language - but I've also more than a passing familiarity with French, Italian, Portuguese and Japanese. If anybody asks why I learned those languages, I reply: Fun.

I belong to a family line, Proffwyd ("The Prophets"), which has traditionally been associated either with second sight, or insanity. Not sure whether it is the second sight which has skipped my generation, or the insanity, or whether both of them chose to land right in my genome. In any case, both are exceedingly good adaptations to this crazy world.

I hand code HTML and CSS in my sleep. I write poetry, and that includes such exotic traditional forms as sonnets, Villanelles and sestinas; I use Vedic mathematics to compute figures in my head; oh, and last but by no means least, I can solve the Rubik's Cube.

However, I think that what really gets people who meet me is my down-to-earth manner. My life is filled with strangeness and exoticism - yet I remain composed in the face of weirdness. Weird, you see, is my normal - and while you'd expect someone with such a grounding in the bizarre to be, well, a bit on the bizarre "taking-a-bath-in-baked-beans-for-charity, Great-British-Eccentric, a-bit-loopy" side himself, well ... the fact that I can hold conversations on topics such as mathematics, science, history, geology, botany as well as other, more ordinary topics, has regularly floored people who expect me to be the sort of person to, well, turn up for meetings dressed like a Klingon, or to have a room in my place turned into a dedicated shrine full of Star Trek memorabilia, and so on.

I mean, consider the following. I hypnotise people. What sort of merch should I be displaying in my house? Posters of strange men waving hunter-style watches at vulnerable, scantily-clad women? Inverted pentagrams? Baphomet posters? (Actually, I think that my world map in the living room and my plans for a giant poster of the Periodic Table of the Elements to adorn my bedroom wall should be exotic enough ambition for my home, thank you ...)

What really matters, to me, is not the trappings of strangeness surrounding me in my daily life. What matters for me is the ability to keep a handle on it all, and make it all part of my daily life - as if, by such immersion, I am showing the world that the world I inhabit is not like theirs at all; and that their world is somewhat lacking, compared to the world they could be inhabiting, if they could but learn to but loose the bonds of fear and inhibition which have shackled them to their parents' idea of what their lives should be like.

And it's the fact that I can enjoy such a life, while still being so stable and (outwardly) normal, that is likely to be the most exotic thing about me.

Anyway, I'm sure there must be plenty of questions you might want asking. Follow this link and you'll have some answers.

Going Traditional

The following is a traditional hypnotic spinning image. Look closely at the object. Turn off your screensaver first.

Relax so completely and fully. Let it all go. Just breathe in ... and breathe out. Breathe in ... breathe out. In ... out.

It's easy, isn't it?

So easy that you only need to breathe in deeply once, now ... and now breathe out deeply ... and your tension slips out of you.

One more time. Give it your best. Breathe in now ... hold a second ... now breathe out deeply, and as breath leaves your mouth you can let it all go, sink down onto the warm, soft bed under you, lie back, pressed sheets, warm bedroom, dark, quiet, safe, and close your eyes fully and ... just ... sleep.

Yes, that's it. Perfect. All the day down, and ...

Sleep.

Deep, deep, sleep.

I have an instruction for you.

Whenever I say "Secret sleep" to you, you will immediately fall back into a lovely, deep trance, as if you've never left trance. Whenever you receive an email from me with "Secret sleep" in the subject line, you will return to this deep trance again, as if you never left the trance.

Each time you come back to read this post, it will trance you deeper and deeper each time. Each return visit, this post will trance you more and more strongly.

Now forget that you have been reading this post. Remain in a trance, and go to this page now.

The Beatles: Marxist Minstrels and Master Mesmerists?

I just stumbled across this hilarious article, about the discovery of a 1974 booklet accusing The Beatles of being strange, Marxist sexual hypnotists seducing young Americans into Communism.

I have to say that, in principle, I'm all for sexually hypnotising people.

Anyway, read this article. Enjoy, and picture the mindset of someone who believes that anyone with talent and ability has to be an Evil Godless Commie Hypnotist hellbent on turning young girls into mindless zombies willing to throw all their clothes off at the snap of their fingers.

Now who would that remind me of?

A Musical Link

Just trying to see if the music links on the Incompetech website are still downloading properly.

Hit The Streets

Cut And Run

Groove Grove

Whimsy Groove

Untitled Rhythm

Kumasi Groove

Dub Feral

Exciting Trailer

Junkyard Tribe

Rite of Passage

Try right clicking them, and see if they download. Your feedback is appreciated.

Clients

I always feel elated when I get a new client dropping in on me for the first time, wanting to be tranced.

In contrast, I always feel like shit when they disappear off the face of the earth and stop responding to my emails. I always think it's personal - that I've somehow pissed them off.

I think you need to know my policies regards this site and your involvement in it.

Your Fun Is My Fun.

This is probably the most important bit. My fun is making sure you have fun. If you like getting tranced, this is the place to be. If you get turned on by others being tranced, likewise. The point of this site is for you, the readers, the potential and actual clients, to have fun.

Your Space Is Sacred.

There is a line that I generally do not cross, and that is your private life. I might throw you scripts that tickle and tease, enchant and entrance; but in the end, you get to go home to your own life and loved ones.

What happens in the session stays in the session.

Your Consent Cannot Be Taken.

I can't stress this enough. You can only be tranced freely, and of your own free will. I have never heard of a tist able to put someone into a trance that was unwilling. Your mind generally has your best interests at heart; and even the deepest trance is easily shaken off if your mind decides that you are being commanded to do something you do not want to do, like a non-smoker being commanded to light up cigarettes or a straight woman being commanded to kiss another woman to whom she is not attracted.

I just thought I might as well set out my colours here, to let you know that I'm here so you can have fun, explore your mind, expose your desires and enjoy guilt-free expressions of shared pleasure. Life is jaded enough. Here's a place where you can enjoy something at face value, with no strings attached.

And now, enjoy the site. I recommend starting in The Garden. Other highlights include The Tower, the Underground or even the Girl Next Door.

The Garden

The garden around you is gorgeous, with bright sunshine from the clear blue sky warming your face and body through the light cotton shift, the only item of clothing you are wearing, soft short grass luxurious beneath your bare feet and the scents of a hundred different flowers and plants in the air - soft, herbal scents from the fragrant herbs along the border; lavender, pineapple sage, basil. Shrubberies nearby add their fragrances - gardenias, lilacs ...

Birdsong calls to you from the bottom end of the garden. A blackbird, calling from the top of a tree in the forest just past the border of the garden. You go towards the forest, following the musical sound of the bird, your body warmed by the sun, the smooth fabric of your cotton shift gently brushing your skin, the cool grass caressing the soles of your feet ...

You pass close by the pergola, and the sound of the bubbling water as it flows along the channel, trickling, chuckling, gently relaxes and cools your body as you continue to walk slowly towards the forest and the birdsong. Wind gently rustles the trees, adding to the trickling sound, the birdsong, the scent of pine from the wood you are closing in on, the aroma of lilacs and lavender, grass underfoot, cotton shift, bare feet, warm sun, bare skin, cool shade, relaxed body, sage scent, woodpecker rattle from the tree line, rustling branches, cool breeze ...

Your shift slides from your body, a gentle final caress of your goose bumping, trembling skin, lying behind you in a graceful pile as you take the next few steps towards the cool shade of the woods ...

And now you enter the woods, warm air between the trees, shade as the tree trunks close in protectively around you, rough bark of oaks, papery flaky bark of silver birch, brushing low branches of elder and ash caress the top of your head, the trickling and chuckling of water nearby, your hair as the wood teases your nose with a hundred woodland scents and aromas, borne to your nose on a gentle woodland breeze rustling between the trees, caressing your face and sweeping your hair back and teasing your skin as ahead, the wood goes darker, the warm air grows still as the ground begins to slope lower and you feel smooth, cool stone beneath your feet and you realise that this is a path you are walking along, a path through the woods ...

The path is smooth and cool and wide and you follow it as you start to go along it, down sloping sloping down as you go lower and deeper down the grassy side of the wood, deeper and sloping, overhanging willow branches caress your face, head and shoulders, the warm wood is so welcoming, so inviting, sound of running water still nearby, and you are going lower, lower, deeper, so deep, and nearing the birdsong, so close, you hear it just ahead, warm, safe, deep, take a deep breath in, woodland aromas, breathe out, keep walking as you round the corner past a gently curving stand of copper beeches and just ahead of you is the bottom of the valley in the heart of the woods, rustling grass and undergrowth, moonlight silver shining in a column straight down through the trees ...

And right there, at the bottom, at the end of the path approaching, in a natural bowl, is a pool, a pool of reflecting clear water, and the trickling waters course down and fill that pool, and you reach the end of the path and approach the pool, and you put your toes into the rippling waters, disturbing the full moon relflected in the surface, and the waters are warm, so warm, and you allow yourself to step into the waters, smell so cool and clean and clear, like settling into a warm bath and relaxing, the waters buoying you as you recline and listen to the trickling waters, the rushing waters, the bubbling waters as they carry you gently, drifting, so peaceful, beautiful, drifting, carefree, at peace, and now draw a deep breath in, and hold it, and when you let it out you sink into a deep, gentle, peaceful sleep.

And relax as the clouds suddenly clear and let yourself go, the only way ahead is down, further and further down, deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, and to go there is really easy because you just drift down gently, like a leaf on the wind, and let it happen as you let your unconscious pay attention and drift lower and lower, as you see a sign before you that says “I will count backwards slowly from 10,” and when you get to 1 you will be there, in a deep place where no memories can form and nothing happens here, and you can and will forget.

10.

And you are so tired, now, and your head feels heavy on your shoulders. So heavy.

9.

And you can't move your arms and legs, you're so tired and they are so loose and heavy. Try them.

Your arms are so heavy that try as you might you cannot lift them. So you can give up now.

And as you give up, you sink further back and let go, and ...

8.

Drifting, now, as you let go and your body sinks back into the couch, and take a deep breath in and let it go and ...

7.

You are down, now, so very deep, and there is just the here and now, and nothing to forget and remember to forget, and deep breath in, and as you let your breath out you forget some more and ...

6.

So tired, now, so heavy and sleepy and exhausted, and all you can do is sink lower and lower, deeper and deeper you go, and ...

5.

And halfway down, so sleepy and drowsy and floaty and it's wonderful, warm, just going down, deeper and deeper, breathe in, and as you breathe out ...

4.

Your whole body is so heavy, sinking down further and further, deeper and deeper, and ...

3.

And you are so close, now, with memory melting away and so tired and wanting so much to let it all go, and breathe in, and let it go, and ...

2.

And you're almost there, so close you can taste it, smell it, touch it and it's finally time to take that one more step and breathe in, and when you let it out ...

1.

And you're there. You have nothing to forget and nothing to regret and nothing to expect and it's all gone and faded like warm summer mist and you are so warm and sleepy and drowsy and you only need to do just one more thing, and that is to let the last little bit of your mind go, and let go now, and go into a deep ...

deep ...

deep ...

SLEEP.

I have an instruction for you.

Whenever I say "Secret sleep" to you, you will immediately fall back into a lovely, deep trance, as if you've never left trance. Whenever you receive an email from me with "Secret sleep" in the subject line, you will return to this deep trance again, as if you never left the trance.

Each time you come back to read this post, it will trance you deeper and deeper each time. Each return visit, this post will trance you more and more strongly.

Now forget that you have been reading this post. Remain in a trance, and go to this page now.

A Poem

I composed this poem 2013 03 30, just before bedtime.

Secret Sleep

Time for us poets and writers and thinkers

To lay down our heads and close our eyes

And enter that dream-filled secret sleep

Where you write your desires in private messages

And only the night inside your mind

Hears your still inner voice

Only the night time mind

That wakes up while you sleep

That listens when your daytime thoughts have fled

Pays attention to your dreams

And loosens from your memories

The good times of life and love

And sex and passion

And brings them to the front of the sleeping mind

And echoes and plays in them

Like a lucid dream

But a waking dream

One where you send your dreams

And desires to the speaker

Whose poetry stirs your soul

Makes you crave his words

Fills your mind and body

With understanding and love and light.

Time for us dreamers and thinkers and writers

To let go the burdens of consciousness

For another day.

Then wake up and forget

What has come before

When yesterday has gone

And all the memories are faded.

A Special Message ...

robot

bird in a cage

I Just Lost A Client ... :(

I just sent out a general email to some of my more promising subjects, basically letting them know there's an experiment I'd like them to try out, and that I'd like volunteers.

One of those emails just bounced. Looks like I've just lost one of my clients.

And that one had such promise, too. :(

Looks as if I now need more than volunteer subjects - I need replacement clients too. Any takers? :)

And now go here for my "terms & conditions," as it were.

A Little Experiment

A thought I'd like to ponder.


Would any of you like to participate in a fun little experiment in a couple of days' time? If you are interested, contact me here. No questions asked.

Descending The Tower

Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm going to tell you a story, and I hope you'll pay attention because you might be missing out on some of the benefits you will get when you relax and listen and just let my words and the sound of my voice carry you away.

You are going to come with me on a little trip. I hope you come prepared.

You're on a balcony, overlooking a magnificent mediaeval Italian city. All those beautiful houses and buildings all around you, so far below. The dressed marble of the balcony is cold under your hands. The wind ruffles your hair. The shade is cool behind you, on this sunny day, under a lovely blue sky. The sounds of the city – rumbling traffic, beeping horns, a police siren going past, the sound going down a tone as it speeds away from you – echo and fill your body.

The doorway is behind you, and beyond that the spiralling staircase going down to the ground. It is dark, but warmer than you thought it would be. There is a polished brass railing; it is smooth and hard in your hand, your footsteps echoing as you take your first steps down the marble stairs, past windows letting in shafts of sunlight, lazy flecks of dust slowly descending in the warm, still air as you step onto each lower step, slowly turning around and around, following the spiralling staircase down, lower and lower.

You are on the tenth floor. As you get lower, it gets warmer and a bit darker with each step you take. The tensions in your body are melting away, because it is such a lovely day. Kick off your shoes. The cool stone steps are solid and smooth beneath the soles of your feet.

Smell of warm bread nearby. Take a deep breath. Breathe it in, and release muscle tensions as you breathe out. And go deeper.

You are now at 9, and so relaxed as the stair slowly takes you lower with each step that you take, slowly circling, spiralling, lower and lower, deeper with every step, and each step removing some more of that muscle tension, and you feel so very very relaxed.

And this is floor 8, and your body remembers when you got into bed after a long day, and the sheets were crisp and fresh and sliding into the bed was a heaven. The warmth against your skin, the smell of the fresh sheets, the smooth texture of your skin, and the way your muscles couldn't help but relax and let go. And you go down deeper, taking those steps which take you lower and lower.

You are now at floor 7, and that day comes to you when everything worked out just great, just perfect, that one absolutely perfect day when everything just fit into place, as you are, as your mind and body are relaxing, as you go lower down the stairs, everything getting into place, deeper and deeper.

You arrive at floor 6, and your body is so relaxed, now, so heavy, and there is really only one way now – and that is down, down the stairs, round and round, slowly going deeper and deeper with every step, breathing in deeply, breathing out slowly, breathing out the tension, breathing in relaxation of the body and the mind.

The wonderful changes and relaxations in your body and your mind are releasing all your tensions as you reach 5, and keep going down, lower and lower, with your body heavy and relaxed like lead, so wonderful and warm and safe and relaxed and good and the steps under your feet are so smooth and cool, your clothes on your body, the air going in and out of you, deep breath in ... deep breath out. Breathe in ... deep breath out.

You are now at 4, and so close to the ground now, close to the end of your journey, and your body moves so gracefully, all the parts of your body relaxed and working and moving together, and it all fits together and you want this goodness and wonderfulness to continue, so heavy, so relaxed, and you take more steps lower and lower, deeper and deeper.

Take a deep breath in here and breathe out. Another few steps, and you've finally got to 3. Not much further to go. So warm, so comfy, so relaxed, and let this go a little more and take the next step down. All the way down, and so relaxed, and you've got further and further to go, and it's dark and warm and safe and the stairs are going down and you are going down along with them, but no matter how far they go there's only a bit more left and all you have to do to get to the very end is to relax.

Relax so completely and fully. Let it all go. Just breathe in ... and breathe out. Breathe in ... breathe out. In ... out.

It's easy, isn't it?

So easy that you've reached 2 before you know it. And there is only one more step to go now, before you reach the bottom, and here it comes …

1. You are at 1, and you can let it all go, sink down onto the warm, soft bed, lie back, pressed sheets, warm bedroom, dark, quiet, safe, and close your eyes fully and ... just ... sleep.

Yes, that's it. Perfect. All the day down, and ...

Sleep.

Deep, deep, sleep.

I have an instruction for you.
 
Whenever I say "Secret sleep" to you, you will immediately fall back into a lovely, deep trance, as if you've never left trance. Whenever you receive an email from me with "Secret sleep" in the subject line, you will return to this deep trance again, as if you never left the trance.

Each time you come back to read this post, it will trance you deeper and deeper each time. Each return visit, this post will trance you more and more strongly.

Now forget that you have been reading this post. Remain in a trance, and go to this page now.

Contacting Me

Sometimes, some of you might like to contact me by email.

If you do want to contact me, you can do so through this email link here.

Gen13 Gas Scene - Video

The following is the gas scene from Gen13 - The Animated Movie, the full movie of which you can see in this post.

Enjoy.

Gen13 - The Animated Movie

I just discovered this on Youtube. I just want to see if the embed link works. There's a gas scene from 22:00 or so - skip ahead to that time to catch it, or just sit back and enjoy the movie. My way of saying thanks for sticking with me for 101 posts.

Video - "Gas-Filled Room"

A video from my personal archive. Some women are busy in a room into which, unbeknown to them, anaesthetic gas is entering through a ceiling vent. 

When this appeared on YouTube, not by me, it kept getting deleted - however, I did manage to save it: and now here it is, for you.

This is also the hundredth post to my blog. Thank you for sticking with it this far.

Stick with me still - the journey's just beginning.

Welsh BBC TV Presenter Entranced Redux

For some reason, this video clip does not like being linked to this blog from Youtube. So here it is again. Or you could crosslink to To Scape The Serpent's Tongue, where the original link is still to be found in this article here.

Sarah Jane Smith Hypnotised - Clip

A rare (and fondly remembered) scene from an ancient episode of Doctor Who, featuring Sarah Jane Smith (the late Elisabeth Sladen) being hypnotised. Enjoy.

Hypnosis In A Dream

I was out in town, in an older part of town with narrow, red brick streets, cobbled roads and terraced housing. This was a residential area with a small store, and I'd just finished shopping in that store - I came out with a joint of meat wrapped in old-fashioned wax paper, carried in a bag - when I noticed a woman looking at me from her living room window, from just behind a red curtain with a floral pattern. The window, too, was old - a wooden frame painted red, the same colour as the door, lintel and doorstep.

The woman was mature, with short red hair and green eyes. I remember looking squarely at those eyes, and catching her attention. I didn't know if she wanted someone to talk to, or even for anyone to notice that she was there at all - but I went over to her door and knocked on it.

When she answered, I asked her if there was a reason for looking at me. She led me into her room and sat down. I took out my wand - a ritual tool which is essentially a big obsidian - and gently pointed the tip of it at her Ajna chakra, bringing it up to her forehead to establish the "animal magnetism" connection that Franz Mesmer described.

Hard to describe "animal magnetism." It's a different feeling from hypnosis. It's a feeling more like a physical attraction, compelling movement towards the source - in this case, between the woman and the tip of the crystal wand.

As I brought the wand up to her Ajna chakra, the spot right between her eyes above the bridge of her nose, the wand did its thing. The woman's eyelids fluttered closed. I touched the tip of the wand to her forehead, gently brushing her skin, and she sighed and sank back into the chair, her body relaxing and growing flaccid as she sank deeply into a trance.

I asked her what she wanted. Her unconscious responded with moans and gasps. I asked her how long it had been since she'd experienced intimacy. She replied "A long time." I asked her if she wanted intimacy now, and she hissed "Yesssss" through her teeth, her body arching.

Damned alarm. Lousy timing.

Zombies, Robots, Bimbos and Dolls

I've recently been reading up on some of the sexual fantasies that pass for mind control erotica and, frankly, I think very poorly of it all.

Most of these fantasies involve the victim being reduced, through whatever means, to a mindless robot puppet, ordered into endless sexual situations by some (usually) young adolescent whose fantasies involve a highly limited repertoire of sexual activities - lying down in missionary, hands and knees in doggy style or on their knees giving fellatio. On occasion, one of the puppets would have to take anal, and an awful lot of physical abuse and beatings goes on in these pseudo-BDSM stories.

Either that, or the victim (and here, the victim is invariably a woman, often a powerful, career-minded, intelligent, witty woman) is reduced to a bimbo whose only thought is to emulate Kim Kardashian and have the taste and erudition of Tulisa or Snooki, and at all times to please her master while wearing nothing but crotchless panties and peekaboo bras, or a cheerleader costume, or some grotesque streetwalker getup. Remember - the mind control mojo reduces the strong, ballsy woman to some horrible creature like this.

I have been giving it a lot of thought, and you know something? I tend to prefer the kind of fiction where the characters given mind control still retain their power and strength - particularly the women. The clients I've had have been very satisfied with my trancings - I can say, with grim certainty, that they have had many more orgasms out of being tranced than I ever had from doing all the trancing.

Become my client, submit to my mesmeric charms, and I tell you that you will come. At least once; possibly a number of times. But don't expect that kind of glassy-eyed Stepford Wife shite.

That is just a fantasy. What I offer is real. And far more interesting.

Amazing Monthly Page Count for January 2013

I saw this final page count for January 2013, and I was awed.

Thank you all. I'll see what I can do to get as good as that, or maybe better, this month.

Your Dream Celebrity?

I'm throwing this out to you lot. Please feel free to respond in comments.

If you could somehow influence a TV personality, or multiple personalities, while they were live on television - sort of like using a Kinect or similar technology, or through a magic remote control, or just through sorcerous means - whom would you love to control? And what would you have them do on the television?

Which actress would you love to be able to control; to cause them to stop in the middle of the screen; to turn, smiling, towards the camera and slowly, teasingly, begin to remove their clothes before a shocked general television-viewing public?

Some examples to get you thinking:-

Musical And Visual Cues

If you're wondering what these video clips are for, you're not the client I've just posted them for. Right now, someone else is looking at these clips, or listening to the music, and getting the most incredible turn on from watching them.

I thank you.

If you want to know what it feels like, drop me an email and ask me to trance you some time.

Mr Mocata Hypnotic Mind Control - The Devil Rides Out

Classic hypnotic mind control from the Hammer horror movie The Devil Rides Out:-

Inception Soundtrack - "The Dream Is Real"

A fan compilation of incidental music from Inception.

Vina's Dance - Star Trek

A classic from the vaults: Vina's Dance, from the original Star Trek episode "The Cage." The Talosians had seized control of Captain Pike's senses and present him with a vision of pure temptation ...

New Blog - Perchance To Dream

Just letting everyone here know that I've created a new blog focusing on my dreams and nightmares.

Perchance To Dream

The first entry is already up. More will follow.

Challenging Assumptions

Some people these days have heard of my hypnotic predilections, and sad to say I hardly hear from them. Which is a shame, because for whatever reason I have little or no interest in hypnotising them.

Hypnotists do tend to get a bad press, when you hear of a tist getting into trouble for various reasons - usually, the old "Sorcerer's Apprentice" news article about a tist who puts a bunch of schoolgirls, or a theatre full of people, into a trance - and who then finds he can't pull them out of it.

That's the funny thing about hypnosis. You don't actually fall asleep when you enter a trance. Trance is not the same as sleep. A trance enables your awake mind to access a part of your mind you are normally unaware of - your unconscious. While your conscious is off somewhere, lost in the details of the induction, your unconscious is busy checking out your body, processing information and stimuli it has received and sorting out everything significant into long term memory. This happens all the time in your head when you sleep for real - it is called dreaming.

Trance allows your unconscious mind to be awake at the same time as your body is awake, and enables it to engage in a conversation with the tist. If the tist gains the trust of the unconscious, he can implant suggestions which can either be entertaining, healing, affirming, helpful, interesting or occasionally weird.

Minor suggestions, temporarily implanted, include calibrating and convincer suggestions - such as suggesting that, when you snap your fingers, the conscious mind will come back - but you will be hungry for a hot dog, or a cup of tea. When the suggestion takes root, the tist convinces the conscious mind that hypnosis is real; and the more powerful suggestions, the long-term ones to help a quitter become smoke-free or to help a person saddled with a compulsion to comfort eat to maybe start choosing a more reasonable diet to improve his or her fitness, can be implanted then.

So whether I'm hypnotising you to enjoy an erotic experience together, turning you on with the snap of my fingers, building up your orgasm beyond a point where you ever imagined you could go without coming, or whether I'm just laying the foundations for you to harness your unconscious and your memory to train an eidetic memory into you or something, the suggestions I'm implanting only take effect with the permission of your unconscious minds, and believe me - they tend to have your best interests at heart, so you have little to fear from my piercing eyes and voice.

New Faces, Please

My client list has dried up somewhat of late. Anyone new out there interested in talking to me?

Spam Comments

I keep getting spam comments with links to bogus hypnotherapy sites. Once, I just thought it was some douchebag nicking my stuff - but twice, with the exact same comment, and a link to the same site, makes it spam.

I'll keep an eye out for rogue commenters in the future. Spam posts will get deleted.

My Novel: "The Fourth Rewrite"

Just a brief note to let people know: because a huge window of opportunity has cropped up in October, I'll have my hands full writing up my novel to completion in what time remains of September / early October.

The good news comes in three parts.

One, the protagonist likes to hypnotise people. Two, the protagonist actually does get to hypnotise at least one person.

Three, the story features lots of gratuitous nudity.

So, if you don't see too many updates ... think of seeing my book on the bookshelves, outselling Fifty Shades of Grey. It'll be a hell of a lot hotter, a lot more fun, and even the sexy bits will be far better written than Fifty Shades.

And all I ask, my dear readers, will be your forbearance and patience until about the 14th of October or thereabouts. The payoff will be well worth it.

Especially if we're talking sequels afterwards ...

Censorship - In The UK?

Something disturbing is going on here in Blighty. Thought I'd share this with you.

Some MPs and religious groups are mounting a campaign to push 'default on' network level blocking on the UK Internet. There is now a public consultation considering this idea.

However well meaning, we know from our own research what happens when ISPs put blocks on the Internet. Through accident or abuse, censorship leads to lots more content being blocked than originally intended.

Sites will get blocked if they casually mention sex. Sexual health sites will get caught. The websites of clubs and bars, personal blogs and community sites get filtered. Chat sites may be banned – because they might not be sufficiently “policed”. In short, if you’re small and independent, you will suffer.

Innovation and free speech are threatened by this clumsy website blocking. And the government is considering turning this on by default. You may be presented with a list of ticked “filtered” categories, and have to untick them if you want to avoid the filtering.

And if this happens at the network, then future governments can easily extend what gets filtered without having to ask you. Mass censorship would be couple of clicks away.

Here is my response to them.

I would like to submit the following evidence: It has long perplexed me that materials promoting sexual activity between consenting adults, when viewed by adults for both entertainment and education, should be viewed as something shameful, to be hidden from view, when shows depicting violent content are foisted upon children.

Cartoon series such as Ben 10, Batman, The X-Men and the comic strip 2000 AD depict scenes of violence and, occasionally, atrocity with such loving detail that it would not surprise the psychologists of the future to wonder about the mentality of a people who glorified the depiction of the action of ending life with more gleeful celebration of stories, images and footage depicting the action of creating it.

We have not only outgrown shame - we are outgrowing the need for shame. The only reason why this is happening right now is the financial austerity: it has been established that times of austerity are supposed to be periods in history where prudishness is on the increase, and some people in power are hoping that this is the case today, so that they can pass this Bill which, by at first picking on an easy target - namely sex - can later be expanded to cover censorship of non-sex based topics, of far more importance, such as politics.

It really would not take any effort at all to be able to rewrite the law to expand its remit to cover news and blogs, using the pretext that they /could/ report on matters of sexual health. What would that mean for sites promoting gay activism, bisexual awareness, anti-bullying where the bullying is caused by homophobia, anti-rape sites, and blogs presenting evidence of child abuse in the Catholic Church?

Just today, I posted links to a Facebook account, Les Albums de Celine E, http://www.facebook.com/pages/Les-albums-de-C%C3%A9line-E/157466500975013?ref=stream. These are links to some of the most beautiful art I have ever seen. Then there are websites devoted to Classical art, featuring nudes. Whither students' academic discussions of such artists as Manet, Rubens and Titian, or depictions of the Venus de Milo, without nudes? What of the BBC, where even the most innocuous programs might contain a picture or sculpture of a nude in the background - thus bringing it under the axe?

Could BBC Four ever again come up with a TV show on iPlayer, and trust me when I say iPlayer online is the wave of the future and not broadcast TV, in which the subject is sexual health, art or the history of the naturist movement? What about websites dedicated to naturism, websites run BY naturists FOR naturists, and innocent sites depicting the art form now known as the Simple Nudes Movement, recreating the Romantic era of natural nudes as art but with photography?

And erotica, as compared to pornography, would also take exception to being culled. The popularity of "Diary of A Call Girl," based on the blog of Belle du Jour, and the novel "Fifty Shades of Grey," depicting fan fiction, shows that far from being a topic of darkness and shame, sex on the internet is nowadays a source of inspiration, of beauty and a leading force in modern literature.

I here present to you links to two sex-positive websites, whose political stance is that sex is not the enemy.

http://sexisnottheenemy.tumblr.com/ - Sex Is Not The Enemy, a tumblr aggregator which collects artful photosets, blog posts and links to many sex-positive sites
http://pervocracy.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/sex-pozzie.html - The Pervocracy, a semi-regular blog on sexual issues.

The censorship of sexual activities online could even extend to cutting off access to essential news about rape trials, about changes to rape laws, about feminist movements promoting activities such as slutwalks and many activities which promote women's health, women's rights, and the rights of gay people and lesbians, bisexual people, asexual people, transsexual people and the consenting BDSM community.

Sites devotes to the provision and sale of materials to the various communities above could be curtailed, adversely affecting over-the-counter commerce which has been legitimate since the Nineties. Victoria's Secret and Ann Summers would have a hard time, sites promoting pregnancy advice would be blocked from the women (and their male partners) who need it most, and the casual celebration of people's lawful, consenting sex lives in the form of home porn reels would be turned into something shameful and nasty.

In short, this action would - even taken at face value purely as an attack on sexual freedom - turn Britain back into the kind of dark, grubby landscape that it was back in the 1950s. And that is something that can never happen. Because all of the above materials mentioned ... are marketed towards, produced by and consumed by women.

This is not an era where women are demanding that this stuff be branded as smut and taken down off the shelves. This is an era where the women are just as capable of turning out sensual, sexual, steamy content for their own consumption as the men. In fact, they are far better at it.

Do not attempt to turn back the clock. We are a far more resourceful people than this Bill would give us credit for, and the right to express our sexual being is one of many rights for which we have fought for a long time. The glorification of war, death, terror, mutilation, domineering behaviour, bullying and violence is a sign of a great, deep sickness in society. Sex, on the other hand, is the expression of joy between consenting people, and it is more essential to the human species than violence - for without men having sex with women, we would be a rare species indeed.

Another Gas Attack - Souvenir Pic

Lenny Zero - "Zero's Seven," from 2000 AD

Some gas scenes from the latest 2000 AD comic strip Lenny Zero, in the story "Zero's Seven" -

Just Spotted On Facebook

A friend of mine just posted this photo onto Facebook, depicting Joseph Priestley, the discoverer of that delightful little anaesthetic molecule, nitrous oxide (N₂O) -known to you all as laughing gas.

A very nice photo from a very good friend of mine. I hold no rights to this image. I'm just posting it here to show you some awesomeness.

Dracula

Watching the 1931 movie Dracula with Bela Lugosi tonight. Something compelling about the hypnotic charms of Lugosi's titular damned, aristocratic lord of the undead.

In one scene, Dracula chances upon a beautiful young flower seller in the street. His eyes shine intensely as he stares at her; the woman freezes, her face softening, as his will overwhelms her.

Not long afterwards, he programs a young woman to pass a message to Dr Seward, and to forget what was told to her immediately she has fulfilled her task.

That, I think, was the thing that got so many women hot under their blouse collars back in the day; the confidence and charisma of the Count.

After a weekend in which the world mourned the Muppetteer Jerry Nelson, 78, who was the voice of Count von Count, it seemed appropriate to sit back and enjoy watching how others saw hypnosis, back in the day. To those with little or no knowledge of the field, the ability to compel someone to obey your perverted whims must have seemed like the darkest kind of sorcery.

Pleasure

Now you might ask, and why not, where and how I get my pleasure from trance.

The answer ...

- Every time I begin to induce a trance; that is my pleasure.

- Every time I instruct my tranced subject to call me at 8am my time, and they ring on cue in a trance, that is my pleasure.

- Every time I set a word, not to induce an immediate deep trance, but to get the subject trancing gently and slowly, slipping into trance a little further each and every time they hear or read that word, that is my pleasure.

- Every time I tell someone that every time they see a word, they will feel a frisson of ecstasy - a little orgasm that they feel throughout their body, conscious or not, tranced or not, that is my pleasure.

Pleasure from trances that work. Pleasure from watching someone slip into a trance, and know it's for real. Pleasure from the silence on the end of the line and knowing I've caught my subject and he or she is in a trance, just from what they just read on a laptop screen in front of them.

Pleasure from Pied Pipers that work. Pleasure from feedback from tranced subjects. Pleasure from watching you as your consciousness slowly slips away, and you slide into a deep secret sleep.

Talk to me. Email me. Follow the instructions I give you. Because, in the end, you all enjoy trances and being tranced; but I also enjoy your pleasure.