Slip Into Trance

Why command, when you can persuade? Why persuade, when you can tempt? Why tempt, when you can seduce?
My Code of Ethics:- Your Fun Is My Fun. Your Space Is Sacred. Your Consent Cannot Be Taken.


2014-09-01

Affected, Part 6 - The Next Phase

I watch Cassie as she goes into the kitchen. I left her a surprise: a picture, a holding trigger, to keep her in place in the kitchen for a few minutes while I get the gas bottle out of her bedroom and set up more webcams in the living room.

In the kitchen, I see her gazing at the picture, transfixed.

'Unconscious mind, talk to me.'

'Yes.' Cassie's voice is a faint hiss, lacking inflection.

'You look worried. Why is your conscious mind worried?'

'I worry that you are going to come in here and hurt me.'

'I understand. I'm going to remove the picture in a moment, and when I do, your conscious mind will come back about a minute after that and you'll do what you were going to do.'

'Make a cup of tea.'

'Yes. Oh, one more instruction. When you return to the living room, your conscious mind won't see me. To your conscious mind, I won't be there. You will be the only person in the living room until I speak.'

'Yes.'

I take the picture out of the kitchen with me and leave Cassie to come back into the room on her own. In the living room, I sit on the sofa. I hear the clink of mugs, the clatter of a spoon, water going into the kettle. Time for me to go into action. I get up from the sofa. There is a pause in the kitchen. I head for the bathroom.

When I emerge, I hear the kettle boiling.

'Do you want sugar and milk in your tea?'

'Actually, mind if I come back in a couple of minutes? I've just got to get something from my flat. Won't be a second.'

I slam the door and wander back into the living room. Cassie comes in, with one mug and a resigned expression. She comes in wearing a T shirt she'd put on in the kitchen. I watch her slip off the T shirt and sit on the sofa, topless again. She looks for the TV remote on the coffee table. It isn't there. I've left my MP3 there instead, set to play one track - a Pied Piper track.

Cassie puts the MP3 on. In a moment the music will kick in, and so will the Pied Piper instruction. Cassie sits, listening; a moment later, I watch her get to her feet, and the dance begins. She pulls down her jeans and dances naked.

The music will not stop for her, and Cassie will not be able to turn off the MP3, turn down the volume or do anything else but dance naked. The cameras record her dance from three different angles. She is getting really turned on by the music and begins to masturbate.

I pop Cassie's cigarettes and lighter on the table in front of her; she lights one up and continues to dance, smoking. This Pied Piper won't take long; it finishes when she comes.

As I watch, she goes from dancing to just masturbating. Her breaths grow rapid and shallow as her climax approaches; and then the moment comes, and she climbs onto the sofa to orgasm.

And after the orgasm, Cassie sighs as she returns to trance. Her body relaxes; her eyes close. Time to move in again.

'Did you enjoy that orgasm?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want more and better orgasms?'

'Lots more.'

'Then I can help you. But in order to do that, here are your instructions. Are you ready?'

Cassie's eyes are closed. She grins. 'Oh, yes.'

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They are 65% sure that Hypnotic Erotic is written by a woman.

2014-08-31

Affected, Part 5 - Pizza and Pied Pipers

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4


Cassie:-

I've no idea why I'm doing this; drinking wine and eating pizza in my place, topless, wearing only a pair of jeans, with the guy next door who I hardly know.

I feed him a slice of stuffed crust. 'I don't know you from Adam.'

He chuckles. 'I don't know you either,' he says with his mouth full. Rude.

So we sit and talk for a time about what I'm studying at uni. I tell him that I'm into Literature, and that my thesis is all about Agency and women; in fact, the paper is titled Agency and Women in Literature. A bit boring, but that's academia for you.

So he asks me about what I mean about agency. I tell him that I'm referring to the sociological and philosophical concepts of agency, as compared to the agency theory of business involving conflict resolution between principals and agents - the principal-agent problem. What I've been studying is the literature where the author clearly shows that the female protagonists are showing the capacity to act in the world, rather than be acted upon.

'Sort of like rolling initiative in a roleplaying game,' he says.

I like this man. He makes me laugh.

So I tell him that the point of what I'm on about - women in literature actually seizing control of the situation, rather than being acted upon, taking a stand, engaging with the society in the story instead of being some wallflower from a Bronte sisters period novel, and god I am getting so turned on by this for some reason. As I look at him, I note that his eyes haven't glazed over, he hasn't feigned boredom or attempted to change the topic or mansplain to me. He's been genuinely interested in me.

Or maybe my boobs. I suspect he's been staring at my boobs all night long. Why I've not made a move to cover them up is beyond me. It's like I want to, but every time I think of getting up to reach for a T shirt or my blouse, I forget what I was doing and sit back down again.

'I need a cup of tea,' I tell him. I really do need a cup of tea. Pizza makes me thirsty. I swipe a T shirt from the clothes horse next to the washing machine in the kitchen and put it on while I wait, barefoot on the cold linoleum, for the kettle to boil. I feel stuffed full of pizza, thirsty and so horny.

I hear him get up from the sofa in the living room. I keep expecting him to come into the kitchen and do something. A few minutes later, there's a flush. I feel relieved.

'Do you want sugar and milk in your tea?'

'Actually, mind if I come back in a couple of minutes? I've just got to get something from my flat. Won't be a second.'

I hear the door slam. I sigh. Well, that's the mood killed. I go into the living room alone, with one mug of tea, and sit down to watch the TV.

There's a MP3 on the table. Must be his. Out of curiosity, I slip the headphones on and press play. At first there's nothing.

Then the music fades in, some sort of samba track, just percussion. It seems to be going on in an endless loop, a sort of tribal drum piece, very driving. I get up to take the empty mug to the kitchen, but instead I find myself dancing in the middle of the living room and my T shirt's already on the floor and I have no idea when I took it off again. It might have been before I even sat down and picked up the MP3. I feel hot again, really horny, and I pull down my jeans and step out of them so I can dance naked.

As I'm dancing, I imagine me and him in bed together, afire with lust, me and him moving together, me pulling him deep inside me, our bodies hot and hard and humping, and my hands are touching my breasts and sneaking down towards my thighs.

God, I want to fuck, right now, so much.

My cigarettes and lighter are on the table in front of me. I light up and continue to dance, naked, smoking, my hips just grinding as the music plays. It's just going on forever and I'm daydreaming of fucking everywhere - here, in the corridor outside, in the uni library, me spread across a table in the Student's Union bar with him pounding me from behind and everyone standing around cheering, oh god I want to do that.

The music reaches a climax, and so do I. My body is shaking, and I have to lie down on the sofa to finish the job because my knees are giving way, and when I do come, the pleasure just shoots through my whole body and I am arching in the sofa, my breath catching. I let out a moan, and collapse gently into the sofa again, and my eyes close and I just drift.

2014-08-29

Affected, Part 4 - Cassie

The story continues from this part here.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5





Cassie:-

You know, I'd never been so tired before in my life. I get through a lot of work at university, and I like to blow off my tensions with a few drinks at the Students Union bar some nights, but tonight was damned strange.

It's weird, but it's as if I have had two evenings. I have vague ideas, almost like some sort of a daydream, where I was passing out on the floor; but I also seem to have just been sitting at my vanity, brushing my hair. I think I must have thrown my underwear onto the floor, but I don't know why. I just had no idea why I was brushing my hair, naked.

Or why it was turning me on to be naked. I'm normally okay with my body.

I had my red dress, and tonight - for a change - I decided to put go commando before putting it on. No bra or knickers underneath. Just stockings and my heels. One quick touchup of my lippy, and I was ready to go out with, oh what's his name, the guy who lives opposite me. I had memories of planning to go out with him some time last week, and thought that tonight would be a really good night to make good on my promise.

Even though I couldn't recall exactly when I made that promise.

I knocked on the door and he opened it, smiling. I've never felt so hot in my life. He just looked so dreamy, standing there. And when he invited me in for a quick cuppa first, my heart skipped. I couldn't believe it.

In the kitchen, I must have blanked out from stress for a minute because the next thing was, I was sitting smoking at his kitchen table and he was standing naked in front of me. I have no idea why he was doing this - I must have seen him naked dozens of times already, I am supposed to have memories of this, though I can't for the life of me imagine when if I have never seen the inside of his place before.

He watched me smoking for a bit, standing there naked; then he put on his clothes and took me by the arm. Time to go out to the pub.

It was weird. I've never gone out with the guy before, but when I told him about my studies he couldn't get enough of me. I study Literature in college, specialising in feminist literature since the 1970s. It's important that women everywhere get to share an equal voice with men and equal time - let alone equal pay - and he was drinking in every word. It was amazing, but a little bit strange.

Then I had another idea and I asked him. 'Why not finish the evening in my place, where I can order in a pizza or something?'

'Sure. I'd like that,' he replied.

'It's a deal, then.'

So we went back to my place, and I got him to sit down on the sofa while I ordered in a pizza. I popped back into the living room for a moment.

'I'm going to change. Watch for the pizza, will you?'

Back in my room, I changed out of my dress and lit up. For some reason, for a few minutes I found myself standing staring at the blouse and skirt I'd had on for college earlier. Just standing there naked, my mind a total blank, finishing off my cigarette. Something then compelled me to stand naked by the window for a few minutes too, the curtains wide open, staring down at the street. I just had no idea why. It just seemed like a normal thing to do. There was a passer by. Some old guy walking his dog. He glanced up at me and did a double take. I just continued standing there, staring.

There was a warbling ringing sound coming from the door. That was the intercom. The pizza guy had arrived. I heard the neighbour guy talking to the pizza guy at the door. He paid the pizza guy. The door shut.

My jeans, that I normally wear for roughing it at home or for the weekends, were draped over the armchair. I reached for them instead of my skirt, and slipped them on without putting on my knickers first.

'Did you get the pizza?' I asked as I walked into the living room. My neighbour almost dropped the pizza in shock; the jeans were the only thing I had on, and my breasts stood out proud for him to see.

I smiled, as he stared at me in surprise. 'Shall we eat now?'

2014-08-23

External Site - Hypnotic Dreams

All this time, I've hardly ever promoted other people's websites - and practically never another hypnosis site other than my own. Links to YouTube hypno videos, yes - but generally not direct links to other hypnosis sites.

I'm listing a link here to a site, Hypnotic Dreams, as a favour to a third party - again, an exceptional decision. But then, this third party is turning out to be an exceptional client.

Hypnotic Dreams

80,000 Page Views

Look at this.


This is amazing. It isn't that long ago that I was celebrating my blog reaching 75,000 page views.

The next milestones I mark here will be for 90,000 and 100,000 page views respectively.

2014-08-21

Affected, Part 3 - After The Gas

Following on from the original post here and the part where I narrate the fantasy of knocking out Cassie in her own bedroom with a spray of anaesthetic xenon gas in this post here, the fantasy now continues.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5


In her room, I lift her up and prop her on the side of the bed, sitting on the floor. She is out cold. I have brought in a few bits and pieces with me, in a knapsack which I take off and put on the ground. Some oxygen in a small bottle to flush out the xenon, and in another bottle a gaseous hypnotic agent. Only a trace, to keep her lightly sleepy and prevent her from coming fully to once the heavy dose of xenon wore off.

After a time, I hear her moan softly as she tries to come out of her drugged stupor. I turn up the volume of the hypnotic a tiny amount, and down she goes again, her chin resting against her chest.

I pop headphones on her, and turn on an MP3 I've brought along. I cut back the hypnotic altogether; it has a very rapid assimilation and is expelled easily, but not before the subject enters a deep trance state, in which I can implant some useful triggers, all of which are in my MP3.

I watch her as she listens intently to them. Once in a while the MP3 asks her 'Do you understand?' All I see is the occasional 'yes' from her as her unconscious takes in another instruction.

I pause the MP3 a moment. 'Tell me truthfully, now, Cassie: do you like girls?'

Cassie moans softly and smiles. 'Yessss,' she hisses softly.

'Do you like boys?'

'Yessss.' No hesitation. Bisexual. Sweet.

'I'm going to give you more instructions now. Do you understand?'

'Yes.'

I turn on the MP3 and let it run. I've only got three more instructions to give her, and then the MP3 runs out and leaves her in a trance to pick up further instructions from me.

One 'yes,' and another a short time later, and finally a third 'Yes,' and that's it. I take off the MP3 and look at her as she sits there, propped against the bed, limp as a rag doll. I remove the mask over her face and mine, once the air is clear.

'And now,' I tell her, 'here is what you are going to go. You can open your eyes and look around. It will be you, the unconscious, inside there and you will follow my instructions.'

'Yes,' Cassie says, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

'Get up now, Cassie.'

Cassie stands up on unsteady feet.

'In a moment, I will tell you to go back to the vanity, but first there is something you can do for me. Take off your clothes.'

Her face expressionless, Cassie slowly removes her underwear, standing naked in front of me. I have a camera and snap a few pics of her.

'Here.' I pick up her pack of cigarettes and offer her one. Automatically, she accepts one and lets me light it for her as I take a few more pictures of her smoking.

'Open the curtains. Go and stand in front of the window.'

Still smoking, Cassie makes her way over to the window and stands in the window, her expression blank as she stares out the window at nothing in particular while people just go by in the street, three floors below, totally oblivious to this gorgeous naked woman standing there.

'Go to the vanity now. Sit down.'

Cassie goes back to the vanity and sits down naked.

'I'm going in a moment,' I tell her, 'but once you hear the front door close, your conscious mind comes back after a few minutes. You'll not remember anything of this. You'll just go back to doing your hair and getting ready for a good night out. Understand?'

'Yes.'

I think of one last thing and whisper an instruction in her ear. Cassie smiles. 'Yessss.' Her voice is sibilant, anticipatory. By George, I think I've hooked her.

Grinning, I leave the apartment, closing the door, and head for my flat. Plenty of time now. I only have to wait, and watch the video feed in her room.

The camera's still there, but Cassie's unconscious mind will now edit it out - her conscious mind won't see it, and won't know that it's there. She finishes her cigarette, picks up her brush from the floor and goes back to brushing her long hair, oblivious to the fact that she is naked.

Later, she gets up from the chair, crosses over to the bed and puts on her dress for the evening - a low-cut slinky red thing with straps. On go her shoes, her handbag goes over her shoulder and, like that, Cassie is ready to hit the town.

I hear the door slam. A moment later, there is a knock on the door. I open it. Cassie is standing in the doorway. I smile and say 'Hi.' The moment she locks eyes with me, I watch as her libido climbs up through the roof; her breath catches, her face flushes. Her pupils dilate.

'Hi.'

'Can I help you?'

'Hey, I was just wondering something.' Cassie shuffles her feet. 'I'm going out, but I was wondering if you could ...'

My smile broadens. 'Could what?'

Nervous smile. 'Could you come out with me tonight?'

I pause for a moment. 'Sure.'

Her puppylike enthusiasm is infectious. 'Great!'

'Can you give me a moment? I need to change into something.'

'Sure thing.'

'I'll leave the door open,' I tell her, and wander into the interior of my apartment. 'Come on in, if you like. Grab a cuppa while I'm changing.'

'Sure.' I hear her footsteps as she follows me into my place. I lead her into the kitchen and sit her down.

'Grab a cuppa,' I tell her. 'I just put the kettle on.' As she looks for the kettle, she spots a sign sitting above it. One of the triggers I've implanted. Her face goes slack for a moment. I remove the sign, turn to face her.

'I'm going to change in front of you,' I tell her. 'You will find it perfectly normal to see me naked.'

'Yes,' I hear Cassie say. A moment later, she blinks and continues across the kitchen to make her tea.

Two minutes later, while she is sitting at the table drinking the tea, I wander in carrying the clothes I'm going to put on.

'What do you think? Blue or black?' I hold up two shirts.

'Oh, go with the black,' Cassie replies.

'Cool.' I strip off my shirt, wander around topless as she watches.

'So where are you going tonight?' I ask her.

'Oh, the usual,' Cassie replies. I slip off my jeans and stand in front of her wearing only my underpants. 'Students Union bar. You know I'm a student at University?'

'Really? That's amazing.' I strip off my underwear and stand naked in front of her for several seconds. Cassie doesn't even blink, but carries on drinking the tea.

I grin and pick up my best trousers to put on as she finishes her tea. This is going to be a very entertaining evening.



Edit: This is post 250 of Hypnotic Erotic. Thank you for staying with me all the way. The blog is on the verge of hitting 80,000 page views this week - again, thanks to you.

Guest Post - Chloroform Trigger (video)

Another guest post, this one is also something I believe I can do better.

2014-08-20

Guest Post - Tranquiliser Dart Trigger (video)

This is a request post from one of my latest subjects. I'm sure I can do better than this. Any takers? :)


Watch for a second guest post this time tomorrow.

2014-08-09

Affected, Part 2 - A Fantasy

Further to the article here, where I described what some of you like - namely, to be overcome by gas - so I thought I'd write up a fantasy scenario, based on something I have been able to do in a fashion with my clients.

If you realise that this is something I can do with some of my clients through suggestion, and that the effect is as powerful as anything you can imagine, some of you might be wondering about the sort of man I am with a little trepidation.

And others, perhaps, with desire to try it out for yourselves.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5




Her name is Cassie. She is single, in her twenties, not currently involved with anyone in particular. To me, she looks a little bit like that celeb Jennifer Lawrence. Okay, maybe she looks a lot like her.

I watch her on occasion, coming in and out of her flat. Voyeurism is a crime, of course, as is stalking; but befriending her, ingratiating my way into her life, those are not crimes; and I do like her as a friend.

I've helped her several times over the last few months. She's never invited me in to her place, but I've seen enough of the interior of her place to know that she's got no alarms, just the one entrance - and that means just one key.

A key which I arranged to duplicate without her knowing.

Tonight is the night. I heard that she is going out clubbing. She doesn't have friends to go out with; she just goes out alone. I never see her bring anybody back - no men, no women, nobody.

Earlier this afternoon, while she'd gone out to the shops to get some supplies, I'd used the duplicate key to enter her room. She had no pets to worry about. The best place would have to be her bedroom - and it didn't take long to work out the best spot to put the package: right under her bed, just behind her box of dildos and porn mags (to my amazement, they were all of women; no men featured in any of her skin mags. They were also pretty old, many of them: I guess she was now using tumblr for her regular fuck fixes like everybody else nowadays.

There was an ashtray on her vanity. Naughty. I had no idea she smoked.

I pushed the bottle under the bed, trailing the hose so the end of it barely poked out from beneath the bedsheet. Over her bed was a bookshelf - I took a risk and planted a tiny camera on the shelf, wedged between an unread copy of Fifty Shades of Grey and an equally unread copy of one of the Twilight books. It didn't look as if Cassie would be coming anywhere near this part of her bookshelf any day now.

After that, there was nothing to do but to head out and lock up behind me, and wait for her to turn up. She always comes back to the flat to get herself ready for a night out; regular as clock, she'd be out the door at eight. You could set your clock by it.

You could also set your clock by the time she comes in from work, too: 18:30 hours, every evening without fail; the sound of her key being turned in the door, and the door closing.

18:30, and there it is. Keys, door slam. Footsteps. I turn on the monitor and watch the live video feed. Around 18:45, in she comes into the bedroom. I watch as she strips to her underwear, wondering if she is going to hit the showers first or just change without cleaning up first. She decides not to wash first, but sits at her vanity staring in the mirror in her underwear. Dirty girl.

I watch her as she lights up a cigarette and sits smoking, brushing her long blonde hair in the mirror. I wait till she's put the cigarette out before arming the cylinder and turning on the remote control that releases the gas into the room.

There's usually a demand for some sort of nitrous oxide with what I do. I would love to see her start to giggle, then chuckle and ultimately roll about the floor in hysterics - but there's plenty of time for that. Today, I just want to knock her out.

The gas takes immediate effect. Xenon is very fast like that. Very expensive stuff. Colourless, odourless, but the tiniest whiff of it works like a wonder. Cassie blinks a little more now. Every breath draws more of the gas into her lungs. Cassie yawns, shaking her head. The brush is like a lead weight in her hands. She can barely keep a hold on it as she drops it onto the vanity; I watch it bounces off the vanity onto the floor as Cassie's head nods. She turns to look at the brush lying on the floor, and of course when she bends down to pick it up it brings her into the ever-increasingly powerful cloud of xenon gas which has been spreading across the floor and creeping up past her long, shapely legs.

I watch as she slowly slumps to the floor, crumpling into a pile of shapely flesh and delicate lingerie. Holding the gas open a moment longer to make sure, I decide she's far enough under and shut off the flow.

I only have a few minutes before the zenon wears off. I put on my gas mask and get the keys ready. There's a lot of work to do and only a little time left to get it done.

2014-08-04

Affected By The Gas

More of you come here to celebrate and indulge in your gas fetish than anything else - including getting hypnotised by my scripts.

One of my favourite hypnotic triggers plants a bottle of nitrous oxide in your rooms, along with a hose and feed mask. Six out of ten of you just want to enjoy the feel of the mask on your faces - some of you love wearing latex gas masks and a separate suggestion plants one of those in the room for you to wear - but four out of ten want something different.

You want the gas. You want to be taken down by it.

You want to be sitting in your room, chatting with me or on the phone to somebody else, when the trigger is activated. The bottle appears, with the little spigot already open, hissing laughing gas into the room.

You want to be doing something unrelated to anything to do with hypnosis - ironing, doing your taxes, doing housecleaning - when the thin streamer of gas escaping into the room begins to affect you. You want the gas to bring a little bubble of laughter up the back of your throat even as you begin to feel a little wobbly at the knees, your mouth cottony, your brain slightly light headed.

You want the gas to take hold of you, bringing out chuckles, then giggles and ultimately convulsions of uncontrollable hilarity. You want it to make you heavy and sleepy, sinking down into your chairs, the giggles and hysteria subsiding into a deep sleep.

If you were in company, you'd be looking at your partner, another willing subject, as the gas takes control and have a dialogue like this:-

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not smiling. Why are
you smiling?"

"I don't know. What's so funny? Why are you laughing? Why am
I laughing?"

"I think we're being gassed ..."


Admit it. Some of you, not a majority but a sizeable chunk, just got turned on so much by what I've just said.

Email me if you want to make that happen. And give me your consent, and visit one of my pages such as Going Underground to prepare yourselves for a really wild ride.


Come on. You know you want it.



This train of thought spawned a fantasy story.

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

2014-08-03

Seventy Five Thousand Page Views

Today, 2014 08 03, this blog chalked up a major milestone: 75,000 page views.

This blog is, by far, my most well-viewed blog. Nothing else comes close.


This is all you, my readers. My clients. Those of you wandering around feeling a little bit dazed, wondering what you've just read.

Thank you all.

2014-08-01

The Third Hypnotic Fantasies Webinar - Sunday 2014 08 03

Sunday, August 3 2014, I'll be co-presenting a Webinar along with Melania Love.

The theme is Hypnotic Fantasies.



Hypnotic Fantasies 3rd Webinar (opens onto the Facebook Events page)

3rd August, 12:00 PDT, 20:00 British Summer Time

Co-presented by Melania Love and Fiat Knox, Hypnotic Fantasies presents its 3rd Sensuality and Sexuality Webinar.

Covering adult and erotic themes of hypnosis, sensuality, sexuality and trance work, the Webinar is free to the first one hundred people to register before August 3rd 12:00 P.M. PST.


And now a link to the webinar site:- https://www.anymeeting.com/785-238-075

2014-07-20

The Rockford Files Gas Scene

This one was a legendary gas scene. A perp plants a bottle of laughing gas in the back of Jim Rockford's car and Rockford gets steaming high.


Presented in memory of the late James Garner, who died today (2014 07 20).

2014-07-17

2014-07-13

Touch and Sensation

Have you had a taste or smell that you swore was real? A taste of chocolate on your tongue, the scent of roses, the texture of ripe fruit as you bite into it? The juices flowing down your throat, seeping out from closed lips, your tongue licking for every last stray drop flowing down your chin?

My clients know this. I've had my clients eating chocolate, tasting grapes, tomatoes and peaches. Every sensation is absolutely real, highly satisfying and totally intimate; a sharing of sensation, with only the caress of a few words to their unconscious mind.

The scent of roses; wildflowers; fresh fruit; they are easy to create. The taste of an intimate lover's skin, the light tang of perspiration, the texture and warmth of firm skin to the tongue, the caress of the lover's tongue against their teeth, the taste of lipstick, hot breath, body heat; I've sent my clients those sensations, too.

I've even managed more exotic sensations - the smell of cigarette smoke from a tulpa lover as she lights up after sex; the tightness of the medical breathing mask and the cold sickly sweet scent of nitrous oxide gas; the dizziness, the lightheadedness, the inability to stop laughing at everything ...

... oh, yes, I have done this, too.

The sting of a hypodermic needle as it pierces the skin of your arm ...

I even know how to inflict pain on you.

That is one of the most powerful lessons of hypnosis that I can imagine. There is a point to my blog, and it is this. These sensations can be yours, if you wish.

All you have to do is to ask for it. Ask, and perhaps read one of my hypnotic pages first.

Seventy Thousand Page Views

Hypnotic Erotic just surpassed 70,000 page views today.

2014-06-17

Karen Gillan Knocked Out - Video Clip

I haven't posted a good gas clip for a while. Here's Amy Pond, played by Karen Gillan, in a Doctor Who episode where she is gassed.


Somehow, it seems more erotic to describe the clip as Karen Gillan getting a faceful of knockout gas than Amy Pond.

2014-06-05

Another Hypnotic One

The pattern of this one is based on Conway's Game of Life. Just focus on the exact centre of the picture. You won't be able to take your eyes from the screen. After a time, you won't want to:-





Just let it find you, and touch you right there and let your mind just follow it all the way down. Three. Two. One. Try it. Let it come upon you. That darkness inside you: see it slip away from you, falling away with each outbreath; the sackcloth of your worries and woes falling away, like snakeskin moulting, peeling away, being sloughed off, discarded. What's left is an empty space inside begging to be filled with that light.

This is something you want. This is something everybody wants.

Let that light deepen in you. Spreading throughout every cell of your body. You relax more, your breathing slowing, deepening like your slowing heartbeat. Your back, your spine, unconsciously accustomed to hunching slightly, now loosens up, and the feeling of losing that weight on your shoulders, the one you realise you have been carrying all this time, is wonderful. You're smiling now as you shed that fear, that darkness, that weight - all the chains that held you down.

The chains of all your wants, your needs, your fears and worries, all now gone, fading, evaporating, even now as you relax into peace, drawn to that peace, that silence, that freedom. Letting it fill your body is easy; it requires the absence of effort. Just letting it go. Drifting lower and lower.

You're drifting, that weightless floating you get lying in a bath of scented warm water, surrounded by candlelight, the waters enclosing your body like a glove, every part of you warm, every part of you aglow from the candlelight, drifting so slowly, letting your body and mind go, committed to the drifting, the freedom, the lightness of being, the silence, the warmth, the light, the peace, drifting, empty, calm candle, drift water peace, relax scent free light warm candle water drifting, released to light warmth letting go as you hear the words counting down, each step bringing you closer and closer, freer and freer.

Nine.

And deeper than this relaxation is something else. a deeper letting go. Your body, relaxing, starting with your head, neck, shoulders, working your way down.

Eight.

The relaxation reaches your chest, travels down your arms, all the muscles loose and floppy, extending to your hands, your fingertips.

Seven.

The relaxation goes all the way down, now, to your upper abdomen, spreading further.

Six.

And now you are relaxing all the way down to your hips, the entire upper half of your body now relaxed, and still it spreads, so wonderful to let it reach down.

Five.

And now your hips are relaxed as well, and the relaxation is heading down towards the lower part of your body, starting down the thighs.

Four.

The relaxation reaches to your knees, passes them, heads down past your calves.

Three.

And now you are relaxed as far as your ankles.

Two.

All the way down, now, past your heels, your uppers and soles, all the way down to your toes.

One.

Your whole body is totally relaxed now, so relaxed, so ready to let go one final piece, and when I reach the next count you will let go completely, and

Zero

and sleep.

Total, deep sleep, complete and pure and absolute. Sleep now. Sleep totally now.

Now.

Email me now to say hello. Put "Pretty Picture" as your subject line. Expect an email from me with the title "Read Me" with further instructions. Your conscious mind won't see this email, but you the unconscious will - and you will open the email and carry out the instructions.

Now go here and follow the instructions there.

Sotto Voce 2: Another Success

As I've stated in a previous post, I occasionally experiment with a technique I call Sotto Voce: throwing my voice subliminally to change a person's mood or get them to do something you want.

Tonight, it was on a bus coming home. I was listening to two students - a man and a woman - a short distance behind me, discussing food. On the road home, I began whispering "Sex ... sex ... talk about sex ... you want to talk about sex ... nothing but sex ..." and kept it up, gently whispering into the air, letting the sound carry into the compartment, reflected off the front window, subliminally buried in the noises of the engine and the rattling of the bus as it encountered bumps and potholes in the road.

We weren't even a third of the way home when the male student stopped talking about food. He said "The kind of food we like to eat is always an important part of my relationships."

That was it. Something clicked. The man and the woman stopped talking about food, and began talking about the relationships they had had and were currently involved in.

Chalk up another success to Sotto Voce.

2014-06-01

The Long Nights - A Poem

The Summer evenings draw out
Long and warm and quiet as
The breath of a calm man
His eyes fluttering closed as the
Stillness descends on his limbs
Heartbeat slowing, pulse steadying
Breath stilling, deepening
You're gonna love this
They say
As the neurons fire slower
Currents flowing down neurons like
Molasses, taking the long, slow,
Easy route from the brain
So easy to just let go
Moth fluttering slowly on the window pane
In front of you, large brown grey wings
Beating on the glass
Darkening outside
Light turning to grey
Blue deepening to midnight blue
Slowly
Calmly
Natural order of things
Like the calm settling in your bones
An old friend come to visit
Bringing pleasure as the
Serotonin rises slowly in
Your bloodstream
Deepening into light
Never been like this before
So good
So good
So deeply good
Down it goes as levels of calm
Release muscle tensions
Face muscles neck
Shoulders going next each muscle
Group loosening
Flesh yielding to peace with each outbreath
Feeling the tensions leave you like
Black clouds out your mouth
Light coming in as you
Breathe in now and hold
Hold
High note of your lungs
Waiting for the time to
Exhale now
Let that breath out
Last of the tensions going
Chest and arms relaxing
Upper abdomen releasing tension next
Next next inbreath pushing down the
Dark tensions filling your body with light
Lower abdomen now releasing
Light in all parts of your body
Above the hip as
You now feel the tensions leaving your
Hips and relaxation creeping down your thighs
Knees to the calves
So good
Reaching the feet
Draw in one breath now and hold
Hold
Hold ...
Now let go
Let it all go
Free your mind
All your body now light
Drifting
Floating free descending into light
And back you go into your
Seat as you face the final
Surrender and you are drifting in
A warm, light place
Safe and warm and so good
To be there in the place where
You have let go and you
Close your eyes and find
Yourself nowhere
Sleep in your mind
Sleep in your body as evening
Closes in on you and all
Is night at last
And warm balmy silence
And darkness now.

You want to explore this peace now. See how far you can take it. Count down now, from nine. I bet you won't get to 1 before you complete your journey.

So hard to make the next number form in your mind. All you want to do is let this peaceful relaxation come over you, like surrendering to a narcotic drug, like listening to the rain beat on the window a few inches from your face in your favourite room, where you are safest, where you are most comfortable, where you are free to be yourself, and all the outside world is dark, only the beating rain and the dark and the silence, letting your body relax into warmth and sprawling, uncaring about who sees you or your attire, the way you are dressed when there is nobody at home, loose clothing, warm, your hands caressing your body, you don't care if anybody is seeing you out there in the darkness, your hands roaming, light finger strokes, slow rhythmic pressure there, you know that feels so good.

And what your other hand is doing now, that is such a pleasure that you want to do that over and over, letting waves of pleasure course through your entire body, you feel it with every part of your body, there is no question that you deserve this, as you reach for that part of your body now where the nerve endings are throbbing and something is building in you and it is happening now.

And you want to tell me about it, so now email me and tell me what you are doing. Mark the subject line with "What is thy bidding, O Master?" as you respond, and keep exploring your pleasure as you type, and once you have sent the email, continue to your pleasure and then, when you have reached your peak, relax your whole body once again and settle in your chair and let go, let go as consciousness flees and all that is left for you is the afterglow and sleep.

2014-05-13

Three Years Old

Wow. Hard to imagine that my blog is three years old today.

Trying to think of some highlights of the past three years. k

Here's where it all began. The first few posts were a bit of a story of my early years, at least concerning my development as a hypnotist.

Early on, I posted about ethics. This would become a running theme throughout the blog, culminating in my Code of Ethics:-

Your Fun Is My Fun.
Your Space Is Sacred.
Your Consent Cannot Be Taken.


I've also established the purpose of this blog, namely:-

Why command, when you can persuade?
Why persuade, when you can tempt?
Why tempt, when you can seduce?

Now while I've entertained you with fiction pieces such as Hypnotrice, extracts from my erotic gas-themed novels and video clips of various people being sedated and tranced, that's not been the main thrust of this blog. I can't even say that the purpose of my blog is to allow you to enjoy the fantasy of meeting people who are the embodiment of your deep sexual fantasies, such as The Obamas or other celebrities.

The main point of Hypnotic Erotic has been, and always will be, the posting of blog entries which are powerful hypnotic scripts designed to put you deeply into a trance. Very, very deep.

I would say that I've pretty much succeeded in doing what I set out to do, these last three years - establish myself as a tist of substance, gather up a regular clientele and have some fun, as well as sharing some kinks with a receptive audience who, until I showed them what was available, might have gone through their lives believing themselves to be utterly alone in having, say, a fetish for being drugged, hypnotised or anaesthetised, or in wanting to be seduced by the imagos of supermodels or movie stars projected into your head.

I would like to say that the next three years are the time when I will begin to build up my power base. It's definitely something to strive towards.

Many Happy Returns #remove your clothes#, Hypnotic Erotic!

2014-05-11

Driven To Distraction

A while ago, I posted seven or eight video clips featuring porn stars reading passages from works of literature while being stimulated to the point of orgasm with a vibrator out of shot.

Stoya
Alicia
Danielle
Stormy
Teresa
Solé
Amanda
Roser

Today's musical post comes from a girlband, ADAM, singing a song, Go To Go, whilst being stimulated by vibrators.

Backstage Pass To The Playhouse

You know how some people maintain memory palaces of things they want to remember? It's a technique you might have heard of from the likes of Sherlock, The Mentalist and so on.

Mine's not a palace. Mine is a memory theatre - a memory playhouse.

I'd like to take you there. Follow me.

We're going in through the front today.


Make your way along with me to the auditorium. It's not much of an effort to climb the steps leading out of the lobby. Here we go ...


Ahead of you is the stage, but you can breathe easy - we're not going to be sitting down there just yet. They're still setting up.


Follow me around the back. This way, please. By the way, you notice how relaxed you are right now? I get relaxed like this, too. Breathing exercises always help. Breathing slowly in and out, always does the trick ahead of a performance. And no, it isn't going to be you that'll be performing. This is just a courtesy visit through my theatre, ahead of you enjoying tonight's performance in the audience back there.


Here's what I wanted to show you - what the world looks like through my eyes.


There's nothing - no feeling - remotely like this. When I'm conducting a session, when I'm controlling your consciousness, your thoughts slowing down, your body involuntarily relaxing because it feels just so good to just let go, you're out there in the darkness, relaxing and sighing as your outbreath releases yet more of those little bodily tensions you had no idea you had till my voice told you to release them, and this is what I see when you're relaxing in your seat, looking back at the stage, looking back at me, comfortable, head lolling back, listening to my words as I take you gently through the stages of progressive relaxation and you sink slowly towards a state of complete release and it's brilliant, isn't it?

Oh, and now the lights dim, the curtain rises and you're about to see what's on the stage tonight. It opens onto a dark stage, and slowly a spot comes on to centre stage and let the show begin ...


And now as the spiral turns, somebody comes onto the stage in front of the spiral and begins to sing. You're not sure what the song is. It sounds so familiar, but you can't quite remember what it is. It's something you may have heard once, a long time ago. It doesn't matter that you can't remember where, though - her voice is smooth, crooning, and it sends shivers down your body. So mellow, you can't help but relax, so much. You want to listen to her forever. You don't ever want her to stop singing. Just keep on singing. Oh, yeah, that's it. Right there.

Just let it find you, and touch you right there and let your mind just follow it all the way down. Three. Two. One. Try it. Let it come upon you. That darkness inside you: see it slip away from you, falling away with each outbreath; the sackcloth of your worries and woes falling away, like snakeskin moulting, peeling away, being sloughed off, discarded. What's left is an empty space inside begging to be filled with that light.

This is something you want. This is something everybody wants.

Let that light deepen in you. Spreading throughout every cell of your body. You relax more, your breathing slowing, deepening like your slowing heartbeat. Your back, your spine, unconsciously accustomed to hunching slightly, now loosens up, and the feeling of losing that weight on your shoulders, the one you realise you have been carrying all this time, is wonderful. You're smiling now as you shed that fear, that darkness, that weight - all the chains that held you down.

The chains of all your wants, your needs, your fears and worries, all now gone, fading, evaporating, even now as you relax into peace, drawn to that peace, that silence, that freedom. Letting it fill your body is easy; it requires the absence of effort. Just letting it go. Drifting lower and lower.

You're drifting, that weightless floating you get lying in a bath of scented warm water, surrounded by candlelight, the waters enclosing your body like a glove, every part of you warm, every part of you aglow from the candlelight, drifting so slowly, letting your body and mind go, committed to the drifting, the freedom, the lightness of being, the silence, the warmth, the light, the peace, drifting, empty, calm candle, drift water peace, relax scent free light warm candle water drifting, released to light warmth letting go as you hear the words counting down, each step bringing you closer and closer, freer and freer.

Nine.

And deeper than this relaxation is something else. a deeper letting go. Your body, relaxing, starting with your head, neck, shoulders, working your way down.

Eight.

The relaxation reaches your chest, travels down your arms, all the muscles loose and floppy, extending to your hands, your fingertips.

Seven.

The relaxation goes all the way down, now, to your upper abdomen, spreading further.

Six.

And now you are relaxing all the way down to your hips, the entire upper half of your body now relaxed, and still it spreads, so wonderful to let it reach down.

Five.

And now your hips are relaxed as well, and the relaxation is heading down towards the lower part of your body, starting down the thighs.

Four.

The relaxation reaches to your knees, passes them, heads down past your calves.

Three.

And now you are relaxed as far as your ankles.

Two.

All the way down, now, past your heels, your uppers and soles, all the way down to your toes.

One.

Your whole body is totally relaxed now, so relaxed, so ready to let go one final piece, and when I reach the next count you will let go completely, and

Zero

and sleep.

Total, deep sleep, complete and pure and absolute. Sleep now. Sleep totally now.

Now.

Email me now to say hello. Put "Access All Areas" as your subject line. Expect an email from me with the title "Read Me" with further instructions. Your conscious mind won't see this email, but you the unconscious will - and you will open the email and carry out the instructions.

Now go here and follow the instructions there.

2014-04-23

Oldie But Goodie - Italian Gas Attack

This is the news article, often circulated, of how thieves rob rich people by pumping anaesthetic gas into their homes through the air vents:-

Anaesthesia Machines Hacked

So there are vulnerabilities in the firmware of anaesthesia machines. A phone can be plugged in through a USB slot and set to take control over the equipment by remote control.

Report of the bug


The promotional video

So any enterprising prankster could plug in a burner phone pre-ptogrammed with instructions, wire up an anaesthesia machine to the air vents, and press a button to release gas into a room, something like this ...


2014-04-20

Wants and Needs, Part 2

This is a continuation of Part 1, which was a hypnotic script designed to get you thinking about what you want; what you need. Once you have passed through that script, you might be surprised by the results.

This isn't about putting you into a trance. We're not playing that game today. This is about asking you why you need what you need; why you want what you want.

It's about desire, where it comes from, and what we can do when the desires become things we don't need and which slow you down - habits, vices, addictions.

Where do all of your wants and needs come from? Is there a difference between the things you need, as in Maslow's hierarchy of needs, and the things you merely want - the things you desire and lust after?

As has been pointed out in this article here, Stuff can be a hidden pain; a bitter burden.

Stuff robs us of empathy and trust. Stuff robs us of time, which we should spend on our lives and others instead of spending it on stuff. Stuff distracts you from your natural creativity, by flooding your brain with dopamine - or, at least, your conditioning from countless years of repetitive advertising floods your brain with dopamine. Dopamine is the reward hormone, and the pleasure you get from shooting up or toking is brought about by the same dopamine at greatly heightened levels; levels which conditioning by advertising exaggerate to something approaching those same levels. Dopamine kills creativity; the genius mind is suppressed, and only the hunger for more Stuff remains, because dopamine fuels the desire for more.

How many of your needs come from advertising, as compared to a genuine internal need?

Speaking of wants and needs ... you might be asking what my needs and wants are. All this time, you've been sticking with me, and it might have occurred to you to ask. It's understandable.

It's a curious thing, but my needs have grown surprisingly few and simple. The continuation of the roof over my head; the continued support of my clients. Good food. Good memories. Space to continue to do my thing.

Somebody once asked me what I would do if I never got published. I explained that, even if all I had in this world were cardboard and sticks of charcoal, I would continue to write, even living out of a cardboard box.

These, then, are my thing - writing, blogging, trancing you.

Well, at least these are the needs I'm prepared to let you know about, at any rate.

So here's your homework for now. Think about where all of your wants and needs come from. Remember where and when, and how, they originated. Explore them. Exploration brings understanding. And understanding brings enlightenment.

Video Clip - Flash Gordon: The Ming Ring Seduction

This is the famous scene from the movie Flash Gordon, where Ming the Merciless (Max von Sydow) uses his ring to hypnotically seduce Dale Arden (Melody Anderson).


"If you liked it, you should've put a ring on it ..."

2014-04-19

Wants And Needs

What I do is all about wants and needs. Your wants. Your needs. My wants and needs.

In order to trance somebody successfully, they have to be able to enter a state of contentment; of needs fulfilled. There must be trust. Hypnosis deepens that state of trust. No trust; no trance.

This great power I hold; the power to warp minds, control perceptions and thoughts; none of it could work worth a damn if not for the willing cooperation of my subjects' unconscious minds driving the trances.

That is, your unconscious minds.

Have you ever wondered what is it like to be free?

There's a feeling at the back of the head when you're free. It's in your head, and in your heart, and deep down. This is like no other sensation you can know. A lightness; a brightness. The weight is lifted. Time to fly.

Try it. Let it come upon you. That darkness inside you: see it slip away from you, falling away with each outbreath; the sackcloth of your worries and woes falling away, like snakeskin moulting, peeling away, being sloughed off, discarded. What's left is an empty space inside begging to be filled with that light.

This is something you want. This is something everybody wants.

Let that light deepen in you. Spreading throughout every cell of your body. You relax more, your breathing slowing, deepening like your slowing heartbeat. Your back, your spine, unconsciously accustomed to hunching slightly, now loosens up, and the feeling of losing that weight on your shoulders, the one you realise you have been carrying all this time, is wonderful. You're smiling now as you shed that fear, that darkness, that weight - all the chains that held you down.

The chains of all your wants, your needs, your fears and worries, all now gone, fading, evaporating, even now as you relax into peace, drawn to that peace, that silence, that freedom. Letting it fill your body is easy; it requires the absence of effort. Just letting it go. Drifting lower and lower.

You're drifting, that weightless floating you get lying in a bath of scented warm water, surrounded by candlelight, the waters enclosing your body like a glove, every part of you warm, every part of you aglow from the candlelight, drifting so slowly, letting your body and mind go, committed to the drifting, the freedom, the lightness of being, the silence, the warmth, the light, the peace, drifting, empty, calm candle, drift water peace, relax scent free light warm candle water drifting, released to light warmth letting go as you hear the words counting down, each step bringing you closer and closer, freer and freer.

Nine.

And deeper than this relaxation is something else. a deeper letting go. Your body, relaxing, starting with your head, neck, shoulders, working your way down.

Eight.

The relaxation reaches your chest, travels down your arms, all the muscles loose and floppy, extending to your hands, your fingertips.

Seven.

The relaxation goes all the way down, now, to your upper abdomen, spreading further.

Six.

And now you are relaxing all the way down to your hips, the entire upper half of your body now relaxed, and still it spreads, so wonderful to let it reach down.

Five.

And now your hips are relaxed as well, and the relaxation is heading down towards the lower part of your body, starting down the thighs.

Four.

The relaxation reaches to your knees, passes them, heads down past your calves.

Three.

And now you are relaxed as far as your ankles.

Two.

All the way down, now, past your heels, your uppers and soles, all the way down to your toes.

One.

Your whole body is totally relaxed now, so relaxed, so ready to let go one final piece, and when I reach the next count you will let go completely, and

Zero

and sleep.

Total, deep sleep, complete and pure and absolute. Sleep now. Sleep totally now.

Now.

Everyone has wants and needs. It's my pleasure to find out what those wants and needs are.

Email me and tell me what those wants and needs are. Put "wants and needs" as your subject line. Expect an email from me with the title "Read Me" with further instructions. Your conscious mind won't see this email, but you the unconscious will - and you will open the email and carry out the instructions.

Now go here and follow the instructions there.

2014-04-14

Bad Clients

I have just been approached by a really grubby contact, demanding - not asking, demanding - that I just do hypnodom stuff on him. You know, forced masturbation, climax denial, dolliification, sissification. All lust, no protocol.

He seemed okay yesterday, and very happy to be sent three sendings for sex. But today, he sent me an email demanding that I restrict my services to what I just listed above. Also, hypnotising him to want to masturbate in public and pay me money and then forget he did it. Overall, what he's said turned out to be really, really creepy and I felt my food coming back up into my mouth when I read his email.

People, it's okay to turn down a client if he's creeping you the hell out. And if he's becoming the demanding type, coming on whenever the hell you're on Skype, no matter if you're with a more interesting, loving client or not, demanding that you give them the attention instead of that client ... you're within your rights to tell them to clear off, then remove them from your contacts list.

I think people are aware, by now, that I do so many fun things with hypnosis. The sendings you get are probably the cutting edge of hypnosis. There is some power is what I do, and I do it very, very well indeed.

If I wanted subs, I would advertise for clients to be my subs and dolls. Have any of you seen an advert from me calling for you to come to me as a sub / doll / to be Stepforded?

I can't even wear latex. It makes me look like a seal or even a giant walking butt plug.

So, to summarise, if any man makes you feel like you want to throw up and/or back away slowly, do so. There are seven billion people on this planet, and even dead people are better company than a needy client.

And if it's a woman who's making you feel like throwing up, trust me - behind that woman is a man with a fake profile pic. Stay away. Stay loose.

2014-04-10

The Damnation Army

So I've decided on a name and group identity for all of my clients, collectively.

Welcome ... to the Damnation Army.

Now all I have to do is design a decent logo for it. :)

Here's the first candidate logo:-


2014-04-07

Maths Tutor Part III

This ought to be "Maths Tutor Part IV," but the last such spammer wanted to teach his son golf, rather than mathematics. The spammer goes by the name "Rannath Subramaniam," but his son is bafflingly called "Kenneth."

All the spammers' fifteen-year-old fictitious sons are called "Kenneth," no matter what part of the world they seem to come from.

This is my reply, a form of Turing test designed to weed out the men from the machines. Machines cannot be hypnotised. Men can. Even boys called Kenneth.



I charge £75 per hour, plus expenses. For the full course, £1,500. I can do Mondays, Wednesday mornings and Fridays. Who's the caregiver?

Now before we go on to talking about dates and times, and arranging the first appointments, read this next bit. It's important.

One of my exes used to tell me about her most enjoyable experiences of taking wonderful, long walks on a trail through a forest near her home.

In the beginning, she was very much aware of having to make an effort to keep pushing on, moving forward despite the tiring hills and the heaviness of her legs. But before long, she completely lost awareness of walking at all, and she would become deeply absorbed in the delight of all of Nature all around her.

The clean, fresh aroma of the air, hungry with pine, heavy with lilac or phlox. The chirps and peeps of the crickets, grasshoppers and birds around. The refreshing and invigorating coolness in the shade.
The trickling of the waters. All of the beauty of nature, such a welcome newness from her normal routine. And the further she strode, the more and more r-e-l-a-x-e-d she began to feel.

And as she made her way down the long, winding path ... Going deeper and deeper ... into the beautiful woods. Sometimes she would really begin to notice that the leaves were just beginning to change into their fall colors. You can really see the beautiful bright yellows, the deep oranges and glowing reds. And sometimes the delightful colors were so transfixing that a person could really ... gaze at that one spot ... and just fix your eyes there ... N-O-W ... as it is so nice to find oneself enjoying - really enjoying the experience completely ... beginning to feel more and more relaxed, as all of the stress and tension just f-l-o-w-s out of your body.

And she would continue going deeper and deeper into the forest, just becoming lost in your own world of pleasant thoughts.

And there's really no need to pay attention to anything at all, other than the sound of my voice, as you continue to enjoy, really enjoy, this delightful story, allow yourself to enjoy the soothing images,sounds and feelings in your own mind, in your own way.

And this sexy ex of mine would continue to tell me how a person could become totally relaxed and allow all of the clothes to just fall off and the stress and tension to just flow out of your body now as one becomes deeply absorbed in the experience, enjoying the wonderful, deep absorption in thought, and the wonderful deep naked relaxation.

And as you are listening to the story of this sexy naked ex of mine, and as you are enjoying the
soft, soothing tone of my voice, and as you are allowing yourself to relax even more and more, perhaps you may begin to allow your head to gently drop down so that your chin touches your chest.

That's right ... your head going down ... down ... down ... just let go ... all the way down ... touching your chest ... N-O-W ... And it really does not matter if your head begins to drift down slowly ... or if it drifts down quickly ... so long as it just happens at its own pace, in its own time ... That's right ... comfortably drifting down ... and going deeper and deeper and deeper ... and even still deeper yet ... my ex would continue on her most sexual walk through the wonderful, deeply relaxing experience ...

A person can, you know, allow themselves to just let go completely now and become so very relaxed that
you become lost in the experience of feeling soooo good, feeling soooo relaxed, feeling soooo wonderfully calm ... and peaceful ... and safe ... and secure ... That's right ... all of the stress and tension just flowing ... o-u-t ... n-o-w ...

And perhaps you may begin to notice now a wonderful ... comforting warmth in the muscles in your neck and shoulders ... perhaps you're becoming aware of the soothing warmth now ... or perhaps it may take a few minutes to really begin to feel this wonderful, comforting warmth ... and it's easy to imagine yourself ... now ... sitting comfortably and safely in a private tub of warm water ... perhaps your own bathtub ... or maybe a soothing whirlpool... wherever you are now, begin to imagine yourself there... make sure it's a place where you feel very comfortable ... very safe... and very secure ... very pleasant ... becoming more and more relaxed ... feeling the delightful, comforting warmth of the soothing water ...

And you may begin to notice that your legs are starting to relax completely ... feeling so
warm ... so comfortable ... so very, very relaxed ... all the stress and tension just melting away ...
such a wonderful, comforting, delightful experience ... and you may begin to notice that soothing warmth spreading ... now ... all throughout your body ... up your legs ... through your abdomen ... up into your chest ... across your shoulders ... down your arms ... all the way out your fingertips ...

And I really don't know if you can let this happen completely now ... or if you already have ... or if it may take a few minutes to feel the relaxation so completely ... that's right ... and this sexy ex of mine would enjoy these delightful naked woodland walks frequently ... and times she wanted to feel good ... and times she wanted to feel completely relaxed ... and she would go to the special place as often as she liked ... when ever she needed to go there ... sometimes just for a short trip, lasting only a few minutes ... and other times for hours ... and a person can, you know, have those same experiences, and enjoy those same wonderful feelings anytime they choose ... by revisiting the experience in the quietness of their own mind ... and it doesn't really matter if it's a real walk, or an imagined one ... because a person can, any time they wish, go to a quiet place, close their eyes, and become fully absorbed in the experience and feeling completely relaxed and comfortable being naked ... n-o-w ...

Contact me with "Hello, beautiful" in the subject line, telling me that you want to know more. Expect an email titled "Read me" in your inbox. That will contain more detailed instructions. Your conscious mind won't be able to see this email, but you will - and you, the unconscious, will see that email and open it, and read the instructions, which can only be ready by you, the unconscious mind.

Now go here and follow the further instructions you find there.

2014-04-05

Abduction Scenario

I ran an alien abduction scenario on Friday night with my subject Pat.

Having prepped Pat with triggers by email some time before, I was ready to activate the scenario with a single trigger phrase. During our regular conversation, I activated the trigger, and Pat immediately sank back into her chair, immobilised but for her eyes. To Pat, there was a brilliant white light, and the room had gone dark. She then found herself beamed up onto the aliens' ship, into an apparatus reminiscent of a dentist's chair.

Numerous procedures were applied to the subject, including:-

- Oral insertion of a translator symbiont;
- Use of injected truth serum;
- Use of an inhalant euphoric agent, in this case nitrous oxide, mixed with a little inhalant libido stimulator;
- Application of a fabric dissolver;
- and, of course, a mechanical arousal stimulant (a dildo).

The subject was brought to a remarkably pleasant orgasm, and after many probing questions concerning human moods, she was returned to her room, very satisfied.

In all, a most enjoyable session. From the post-encounter comment from the subject on Facebook, I believe she enjoyed the experience as much as I did.

2014-04-01

Opening Moves

The first moves are always the most delicate time with new clients. I have to be at my most diplomatic when they first make contact with me.

How do I describe what I do to a nervous new client, whose head is often filled with wild preconceptions about what I would do with her (or him) once they submit their minds to me? I mean, "Your Space Is Sacred" sounds cool, but do I really honour this pledge in real life? Is the temptation to have the client dance naked on the table sometimes too great?

Initial reassurances have to count. I can't imagine or predict what you might do if I told you that, by reading Going Underground or The White Room, you may well already have been in a deep trance. If you react negatively to the revelation, imagine how you could react to, say, Johnny Depp walking in to your room, sitting in front of you and having a nice chat.

Imagine how you'd react if, while texting me, there is a knock on the door and it's Katy Perry, dressed in nothing but a fluffy dressing gown. Or Stoya, the porn actress.

Or that hot girl next door whom you fancy something rotten, dressed in the flimsiest-looking see-through negligee you have ever seen.

I'm not the only hypnotist who uses sense play to toy with your senses. Other hypnotists do something similar - but, being people from the Kinkosphere, they can't resist making their experiences degrading - invisible creepy hands in the dark or in the shower, whiplashes without source, invisible handcuffs and rope. The usual.

So when I start on you, my clients, and toy with your senses, you know what I do?

I drop a flower on your lap. I give you a box of chocolates. If you're big enough to handle those - and those chocolates taste delicious - I drop the next big thing into the room at your feet.

One of these.


Trust me, you can never feel creeped out with a stiff lungful of N2O to make you feel like you're visiting a circus.

What then? Is there a "then?"

Of course there is.

I've been telling people about this, but so far only my clients are aware of this - during our sessions, things can get more than a little bit weird.

Consider this. This evening, as I was working out what to say in this blog, a first-time client sitting in a Starbucks saw something incredible - Johnny Depp and Serena Williams: yes, he of the being hot and generally being number one in many people's fantasies, and she of the racket and the grunting, entering the coffee shop.

Naked.

As my new client watched, they looked around, decided it wasn't worth it and took off down the street, still naked ... and of course, nobody so much as blinked an eye.

Which they wouldn't, it being San Francisco and all.

So how can I actually explain this to you, my new clients, knowing the wild ride that is about to come and knowing how much it will freak you out knowing that you'll see and hear and sense these things, even knowing that they are illusions?

Well, now you know where the diplomacy comes in. And why I need it. Because, unlike Derren Brown - who does this sort of thing for a living - I'm just doing this thing for the kicks.

And the growing cult of followers, sure, but mostly for the kicks.

So it pays to be diplomatic, and cool, and to remember the first thing I learned, and to accept that some of you are going to laugh and scoff and walk away; some of you are going to act really scared and run away; some of you are going to get turned on and embarrassed, and even some of you are going to denounce me publicly.

And I have to accept that, despite everything ... some of you are going to stay.

And to you who stay, all I can say is "Hi, folks. Buckle up, pay attention, and keep calm. You are in for one hell of a weird ride."

Welcome to Hypnotic Erotic.

2014-03-21

Practically Telekinesis

As I write this, I have just been giving a friend of mine a back massage, in the shower.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

The thing is ... I'm a continent and an ocean away, with a four hour time difference between us. Nonetheless, she feels the warmth, the firmness of the fingers on her back, working at her stiff, sore muscles - and damn me if that endorphin rush from her brain wasn't real enough to stop the pain from her muscles.

What I do with my clients ... it's practically telekinesis. A mutant power.

And I have no idea yet what the limits are.

And yes, what I am saying here is that if you want to experience an abduction fantasy, or be visited by a celebrity, just submit to me first.

The rest ... well, you will see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

2014-03-20

The Project

Tell me, people. How many of you remember this scene?


How would you like to be where Neo was, in this room?

Morpheus: You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he expects to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth.

Last night, I interrogated one of my clients. It was all done over Skype. Very matricene.

The scenario began with my client, assuming the role of one "Agent X," typing at her console, in great agitation and excitement over a project her investigations had uncovered. On cue, her cellphone rang; her handler, Zero, at the other end asked her for her code ID, which she knew somehow to be "Alpha Tango Six Three Seven." Once she gave it, Zero asked her for details of this project, codenamed Prometheus.

Agent X did not get far; a dart struck her neck, injecting a potent tranquiliser. Agent X was out in seconds.

Morpheus: Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream, Neo? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

In the second phase, I strapped my client down, and woke her up on cue. Her room had vanished, and she was now in an unfamiliar room she did not recognise.

Conscious, awake and alert, my client looked around and saw the straps binding her to the chair. I watched her struggle before sending in Agents Dostoyevsky and Karenina.

D. and K. were dressed like Agents. Dostoyevsky was a tall, bald, solidly-built black guy; Karenina, a slightly-built woman with red hair in a severe crew cut. On cue, both of them entered the room. Agent X noticed them, and I watched her grow distinctly unnerved.

After an initial round of questions which my client refused to answer, I sent Karenina out of the room to fetch some equipment - a trolley laden with a syringe, a vial of truth drug and a bottle of nitrous oxide with face mask and feed tube.

Cypher: You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize?

[Takes a bite of steak]

Cypher: Ignorance is bliss.

Cue an interrogation scene unlike any my client has ever faced. Karenina administered the truth serum - Agent X saw the needle and felt it go in. The drug worked its way through her body and flooded her bloodstream with dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin. Agent X became compliant, suggestible, euphoric. It was hilarious to see the transformation. More questions ensued but - to my delight - she began singing the theme song for the TV show Spongebob Squarepants.

I had no choice but to proceed to the next stage of the interrogation. On my command, Karenina administered the laughing gas. Once Agent X was sufficiently giggly, Karenina began tickling Agent X. Somehow, Karenina knew all of Agent X's ticklish spots - including, I believe, a few that Agent X herself was unaware of.

More questions ensued - but still, Agent X resisted. There was only one choice left, then: the piece de resistance.

Earlier on, my client had noticed a box of chocolates on her kitchen table on return from work. I told Agent X that the chocolates contained a sample of Project Prometheus - nanites designed to ensure compliance in the subjects into which they are introduced, activated via the optic nerves.

So I shone a blue light into her face, and her whole body went slack, like deactivating a cat with a bulldog clip to the flap on the back of its neck. With her conscious mind observing, helpless, I ordered her to raise her arms over her head, which she did; then to unbutton the top button of her blouse, again which she did.

Complying with my verbal instructions, she stood up, then knelt. There was a most delicious look of defiance in her eyes. When I commanded Agent X to return to the chair, I watched her comply: when Karenina put the straps back on, I shone a red light into Agent X's eyes to deactivate the Prometheus nanites and restore control of her body to her. Once again, she struggled; but now, it was time for the final phase, the administration of anaesthetic gas to render her unconscious. As she slipped under, I told Agent X that she would make an excellent sleeper agent within her Agency.

And that was it.

My client returned to consciousness in her own room. Technically, she hadn't left it; but it felt like a return. She was herself again; the straps, the mask, the equipment, the Agents - all gone, as though they were never there.

The session was over.

Now the thing is this. The nanite-laced chocolates; the dart; the interrogation; the drugs; the tickling ... none of this took place inside the trance. These happened to my client while her conscious mind was in a lucid state.

Morpheus: The Matrix is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

And that was last night's session. My client was magnificent. The thing is, though, she's not the only one whom I can interrogate like this. Sessions like the above, and variations thereof - prisoners of a sorcerer or sorceress, alien abduction victim - wait till you meet the Greys! - all of these fun scenarios are available to you.

All you have to do is just, well, submit to me first.

Morpheus: I'm trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it.

Bicycle Wheel

Just focus on this wheel. Watch it slowly turning around and around.


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.

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.

You will receive an email from me titled "Read me." That email contains further instructions for you. Your conscious mind won't see this email, but you - the unconscious - will, and you will open the email and carry out those instructions.

Now email me with the title "Sexy Beast" and tell me that you have read and enjoyed this post, and that you are in a trance right now.

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

2014-03-18

Full Spectrum

Not everybody can perceive the things I send them with all their senses. Those who can see, hear, touch, taste and smell my sendings are what I call "full spectrum" clients. Those who can only, say, hear and feel, or maybe smell and taste, my sendings only have partial spectrum modalities enabled.

However, those modalities' sensitivity can be changed; activated and set to higher gain, the same way as you can use the graphic equaliser settings in a media device - with channel mute and slider bars to adjust the gain, only each sliding bar is a single sensory modality. At the bottom, or when mute is selected, the client feels or perceives othing with that sense: at 100%, the client's perception is ultra-real.

Working with one of my clients, whose sensory modalities of sight and sound had been restricted, I managed to work with her tonight to activate her full sensory modalities. Now she can see, hear, touch, taste and smell whatever is in front of her -whatever images and sensory delights I send to her.
I dropped a flower on her lap. Until today, she could only feel and smell that item; today, she could see that it was a red rose.
I can't wait till tomorrow - the chocolates I'll have on her table will look as delicious as they feel, smell and taste.

And one more thing.

I've been working to create a convincing hypnotic interrogation scenario. Something I can work on so I can give it to any and all of my clients from now on in. Some of this is pretty experimental stuff.
Apart from testing the new sensory modality channel settings on her, I wanted to make sure that tomorrow's experience will be as realistic for my client as possible.
So tonight, I let "Dostoyevsky" enter the room in which she was chatting to me.
I made "Dostoyevsky" a tall, slender, bald, black MiB. Big, intimidating ... frankly, Teal'c in a suit and shades.

And she saw him ... and it scared the crap out of her.

I am all ready for tomorrow's session. And so is my client.