I've got to admit, I'm not sure how exactly I'm going to write about this post both tastefully and without going completely detatched and sounding clinical.
Okay, for those of you reading this in public, I'll be writing this as a story, so this will be NSFW ;o)
She lay on the bed, eyes half closed in pleasure as her fingers seemed to find pathways of their own. Without an ounce of direction, they roamed her body, teasing, toying, tweaking, building her frustration to the point of conscious thought, and then appearing to take notice and wash those thoughts away in arousal once more. Had she been able to think coherently enough to form a suitable back-biting comment, she may have directed one at the man watching her from his computer chair. He didn't say anything to her that she was permitted to be aware of, of course, his quiet direction went unnoticed by anything other than her fingers.
A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as her hips rose and fell in time with those alien hands. As she closed her eyes and decided to accept the feeling, finally giving up the what little fight she had been pressing, enjoying her plight in its entirity, everything stopped. The force guiding her hands died, and her arousal ebbed at a frustratingly good point. She looked up at the man, her question written across her features. He merely shot back a feigned innocent expression, turning back to his computer with a shrug. She lay back on her bed, her breathing still quick, beginning to direct her own hands to recreate the pleasure she now longed to feel again. Try as she might though, nothing she tried was working, and her small moans turned into frustrated grunts as she repeatedly failed to arouse herself.
"Try thinking of things." The man shot over his shoulder.
"What things!?" She responded in desperation as he turned to face her.
"I don't know, just let your mind wander.." He replied, giving a small smile.
She lay back, trying to conjure up some thought. It seemed strange to her that he was encouraging her to think tonight, when he had spent so long training her out of that in the throws of passion. Under pressure, she found it was a lot harder to think of anything in particular, and fleeting thoughts of the day she had had, and her plans for the week entered her mind, but something told her she should be looking elsewhere. She absently circled her clit with her finger, but the effort only served to force her to think along the lines of sexier thoughts...
She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tried to let her mind wander into her darker desires, her lust, her passion. Her mind cycled through images of spirals, of brainwashing, of the erotic images she had used in the past to arouse herself. Still, her arousal simmered below the surface. She then recalled her past sexual experiences, and upon remembering being blindfolded, a small wave of pleasure rippled through her body, her hands seeming to have hit a 'sweet spot'.
Recoiling for a moment to work out what it was she had done, she once again thought of being blindfolded, and the feeling returned. She pressed at that line of thought with a vengeance, determined to discover more, to work out what it was she was supposed to be thinking of. She thought of more images, of being tied down and blindfolded, to which she received another pleasant rush, and which in turn, spurred her tenacity. Oral sex from this position? No, that wasn't it... Teasing hands running across her body? A heightened feeling of arousal told her she was getting warmer.
The problem was, she was approaching her orgasm, and whilst a part of her knew that this wasn't the final intended image, her thoughts began to get increasingly difficult to conjure, as her fingers worked frantically to maintain her level of arousal. Suddenly, something inside told her that the image had changed, and she let out a small moan of despair. She just wanted her release!
She searched in frantic haste around the deeper recesses of her mind, trying to pick the images the man had intended her to think of. Something brought her back to her outings at the BBB, and images of her being collared and leashed made her back arch in pleasure... She was so close! Caring little for her loud moans and panting, she imagined being led around on her leash, of kneeling down next to her Master as he paid little heed to her. She gasped as her hands worked harder, but still, there was something missing. Her mind held on the edge, her orgasm dependant on the next thought that refused to come. Licking his boots? No... Walking around on all fours? No... Wearing revealing attire to the BBB? No, no, no!
She choked out a "p-pleeasee!", begging the man for her release, and he seemed to take pity on her. Her orgasm exploded in her mind, filling every nerve in her body with waves of pleasure. Her back arched, her moans and grunts holding no consideration for subtlety any longer. She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, the tingling sensation in her sex still giving her shivers, and the sweat glistening on her skin. Bringing her temperature down to that of the room once more, she shivered and dove beneath the covers, giving contented sighs as she settled herself.
An erotic treasure hunt, she thought to herself. How ingenious.
Monday, 2 November 2009
DING!
Well, thanks to the persistent "encouragement" (and cyber-poking) of the people around me, I'm finally catching you all up on some of the hypno-antics I've been subjected to lately. To give you all some insight into the afore mentioned encouragement, I am writing with some incentive today...
I can't log into WoW until I've written these two posts.
So lets get down to it, shall we? *shakes fist at Lex*
On Saturday, Lex and I had planned to do some shopping in town. Whilst getting ready, I spotted my corset, and the cogs starting turning upstairs. After all, I'd not tried it on since I got it...and morning *was* the thinnest time of the day...and I *loved* the way I looked in it...
15 minutes of faffing around later, and I was admiring my reflection in the mirror (see the below post). But, we still had to go out into town - and so I decided I'd wear the corset with my jeans, and see what the locals would say.
Getting into town, walking a good half-foot taller than Lex in my heels, I must admit I probably looked like his hooker, but I didn't care. I held my head high, put on my best mischevious smile, and kept walking as if I didn't notice the stares around me. To make things even more amusing, Lex was walking just behind me, whispering "Ding!" to me every time he caught a look.
If you get that Ding reference, you officially get gaming geek kudos.
So, I was walking down the main street, and all I was listening for were Lex's comments.
"Ding!"
"Fem-ding!"
"Envy-ding!"
"Boyfriend-ding!"
"C-C-C-Combo-ding!"
"Combo ding?" I asked, turning back.
"He looked, and then his friend looked, and then the guy behind those two looked. Combo-ding."
It wasn't until I saw the young Army and Navy recruits out in town selling poppies that I understood what he meant. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I sashayed across to him, opening my coat a little more. I asked how much poppies were, and after the two boys exchanged looks for a second, he responded that it was only a donation they asked for. I put some money in, and took the poppy from one, catching his eye for just a second, a giving a cheeky smile as I waited expectantly for a pin from the other.
"Oh, you want a pin?" The boy said, snapping out of whatever he may have been staring at ;o)
He handed me the pin, and I leaned in closer to allow him to fix it onto my jacket should he wish. Meeting his eyes though, he seemed to hesitate too long, unsure if that's what I wanted, and so I simply thanked them both, turning back to Lex and allowing them a good long view of my ass as I walked away.
Around town there were mixed reactions, all of which I was expecting. Boyfriends looked, and girlfriends glared, DOMs (dirty old men, not the sexy Doms I'm afraid) leered, and others stared. Walking into M & S trying on a skirt with my corset got even the attendants complimenting me on my 'bask thing' (by the way, the escalators? Great fun when Lex told me to pose subtlely).
I tell you, I have never had so much fun showing off in town.
But the single greatest "Combo-ding" I received was on my way back out of town, spotting a Fire Engine stopped at a traffic light. I saw one of the men inside staring at me, and as I continued to walk I kept stealing glances back at him. Before the lights changed I decided to give him a little wave, and without a second to think, three of them inside waved back at me! Oh God did I get a huge buzz from that!
Yes, this whole post may seem vain, reader. But a woman's opinion of her own looks is so fragile from day to day that it's occasions like these, when not only do you find an outfit that *you* think makes you look good, but that others around you confirm it, that can really make your day. I have never been so happy with how I looked since my High School Prom, and even then, looking back on those now I'm incredibly self-critical. It's just being a woman, I suppose. You're rarely happy with your own appearance, and so when you can truly see (even for just one afternoon in town) that you're drop dead gorgeous, there's such a rush that comes from it.
I'd just like to give a big thank you to Fiona from Adixxtion Designs for making me the corset, and Lex of course for buying it! I've a feeling that it's going to get a *lot* of use from now on.
After all, I need to look good when I shop, right? ;o)
I can't log into WoW until I've written these two posts.
So lets get down to it, shall we? *shakes fist at Lex*
On Saturday, Lex and I had planned to do some shopping in town. Whilst getting ready, I spotted my corset, and the cogs starting turning upstairs. After all, I'd not tried it on since I got it...and morning *was* the thinnest time of the day...and I *loved* the way I looked in it...
15 minutes of faffing around later, and I was admiring my reflection in the mirror (see the below post). But, we still had to go out into town - and so I decided I'd wear the corset with my jeans, and see what the locals would say.
Getting into town, walking a good half-foot taller than Lex in my heels, I must admit I probably looked like his hooker, but I didn't care. I held my head high, put on my best mischevious smile, and kept walking as if I didn't notice the stares around me. To make things even more amusing, Lex was walking just behind me, whispering "Ding!" to me every time he caught a look.
If you get that Ding reference, you officially get gaming geek kudos.
So, I was walking down the main street, and all I was listening for were Lex's comments.
"Ding!"
"Fem-ding!"
"Envy-ding!"
"Boyfriend-ding!"
"C-C-C-Combo-ding!"
"Combo ding?" I asked, turning back.
"He looked, and then his friend looked, and then the guy behind those two looked. Combo-ding."
It wasn't until I saw the young Army and Navy recruits out in town selling poppies that I understood what he meant. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I sashayed across to him, opening my coat a little more. I asked how much poppies were, and after the two boys exchanged looks for a second, he responded that it was only a donation they asked for. I put some money in, and took the poppy from one, catching his eye for just a second, a giving a cheeky smile as I waited expectantly for a pin from the other.
"Oh, you want a pin?" The boy said, snapping out of whatever he may have been staring at ;o)
He handed me the pin, and I leaned in closer to allow him to fix it onto my jacket should he wish. Meeting his eyes though, he seemed to hesitate too long, unsure if that's what I wanted, and so I simply thanked them both, turning back to Lex and allowing them a good long view of my ass as I walked away.
Around town there were mixed reactions, all of which I was expecting. Boyfriends looked, and girlfriends glared, DOMs (dirty old men, not the sexy Doms I'm afraid) leered, and others stared. Walking into M & S trying on a skirt with my corset got even the attendants complimenting me on my 'bask thing' (by the way, the escalators? Great fun when Lex told me to pose subtlely).
I tell you, I have never had so much fun showing off in town.
But the single greatest "Combo-ding" I received was on my way back out of town, spotting a Fire Engine stopped at a traffic light. I saw one of the men inside staring at me, and as I continued to walk I kept stealing glances back at him. Before the lights changed I decided to give him a little wave, and without a second to think, three of them inside waved back at me! Oh God did I get a huge buzz from that!
Yes, this whole post may seem vain, reader. But a woman's opinion of her own looks is so fragile from day to day that it's occasions like these, when not only do you find an outfit that *you* think makes you look good, but that others around you confirm it, that can really make your day. I have never been so happy with how I looked since my High School Prom, and even then, looking back on those now I'm incredibly self-critical. It's just being a woman, I suppose. You're rarely happy with your own appearance, and so when you can truly see (even for just one afternoon in town) that you're drop dead gorgeous, there's such a rush that comes from it.
I'd just like to give a big thank you to Fiona from Adixxtion Designs for making me the corset, and Lex of course for buying it! I've a feeling that it's going to get a *lot* of use from now on.
After all, I need to look good when I shop, right? ;o)
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Happy Halloween Hypnofantastico!
Just thought you might be interested in seeing a pic of me in my new corset. ;o)
Monday, 26 October 2009
Public displays of hypnotic control
Off work with the sniffles today, but at least that gives me time to blog a little bit. Today's topic? Hypnotic Embarrassment! I asked in my questionnaire how many people liked to see and hear about it, and it seems a fair number of people (41% of the 300 or so people who've responded) either like or love it. (30% don't care, and 30% dislike it.)
Don't worry if you're in the 30% of people who aren't so keen to hear about it, as this post will feature arousal too. (Which has an 87% approval rating ;o) It's also the first time I'm going to mention my buddy Audrey (that's not her real name, but she's a big Audrey Tatou fan, so that's what we'll call her) who's a long-time reader of the blog but has only lately started chatting to us / getting zapped by us.
Now for some background.
When it comes to having her responsiveness to hypnosis demonstrated to an audience, under the right conditions, Liz does enjoy being shown off. Key words here being "The Right Conditions" usually if we're around other hypnotists or kinky types, then she's happy to be zapped and triggered to my heart's content. Similarly, if she's feeling particularly playful, then from time to time we'll have ourselves a cam-show with any buddies who're online and fancy seeing her toyed with.
Usually this play will involve me freezing and posing her, or showing off her arousal trigger (which can earn me a thump on the arm, as usually if I start demonstrating just the beginnings of *that* particular trigger, Liz will need to go clean herself up afterwards.) Sometimes I'll make her a puppy and have her chase rolled up pairs of socks around the room. Other times I'll put her in "slave" mode and have her... well, you can probably imagine for yourselves what you'd do with a mindless slavegirl and a captivated audience. ;o)
Although she'll call this embarrassing, it's the right kind of embarrassment for her tastes. It's D/s based, and demonstrated to people who are "in" on the lifestyle. People might find it a little strange, but no-one's going to be sat at home watching this girl performing on cam and saying to themselves "What a Nutcase!"
Some people though, when they think of "Hypnosis" think more along the lines of stage shows, about the kind of weird and wacky things that people do on there in front of an actual audience of hundreds, not 3-4 close friends. They think about the ways they could be made to perform, or the embarrassing things they could be compelled to believe and act upon... And for some people, that's a very exciting idea.
One such friend is Audrey, who I've been chatting to lately and have had the pleasure of trancing on a number of occasions. She's a very good subject and has proven creative, playful, sexy and extremely intelligent on a number of occasions.
Now she's a member of the school of thought that believes the sexiest kind of hypnosis is the kind that you find yourself helplessly and publicly compelled to responding to, no matter who's watching, and no matter where you are. She linked me to Peter Powers "Power of One" show that you can see on YouTube or at the top of this blog post.
Now... up front I'd like to say that usually when I hypnotize someone, I'll try to make the experience as fun and sexy as possible. I'll try to find out what my subject's particularly interested in, and steer the trance that way. Usually it produces deeper trances and more enjoyable results if you let the subject's own desires dictate the direction in which the trance heads. Other than the odd bit of deviousness, I'm moral, ethical and don't get off on embarrassing or humiliating my subjects... Saying that, when it's *requested*... well... that's another thing entirely. ;o)
Audrey is one such subject that enjoys the idea of being made a fool of. In the past with other hypnotists she's been hypnotized to believe that whipped cream is shower gel and nutella is facial scrub, and then smothered herself in both... and it seems the more inventive ways you find to embarrass the girl, the more she'll enjoy and be turned on by the whole experience.
She's quite a pleasure to trance and drops pretty deeply, so this has led to me trying to find new and inventive ways to (safely) get the girl doing weird and random stuff every time we get to chat and trance.
Here's a selection of things she's found herself doing and believing, purely whilst we've been chatting over the net.
She became convinced that she'd spent an evening out with friends believing that she was a bimbo named Ferrari who the cars were named after. (And had a rearing horse tattoo on her left breast to prove it!)
She also spent time believing that she was a burlesque striptease artist named Dita, and that she'd climbed up on the tables down her local pub in order to strip, dance, and shake her heiny.
She spontaneously developed Tourette's syndrome mid-conversation with me, shouting out things like "MY PUSSY TASTES OF CANDYFLOSS" and "I LIKE TO MASTURBATE WITH VEGETABLES" without even realising she was doing it. Then when she *did* realise it, she found herself unable to stop.
Believing for the first 15 seconds of her meal that trying to eat her Spaghetti Bolognese by using just her face was a completely normal thing to do... And after 15 seconds, realising it wasn't. ;o)
Believing after 10 minutes in the bath that she was somehow fully dressed and hadn't realised it. (Then on leaping out of the bath and "undressing" realising that she had in fact been nude the whole time.)
Believing that she was an 8 year old in her big sister's room and wanted to play "dressup" with her clothes and makeup.
Believing herself to be a bohemian stoner poet called "Myrtle" who writes deep poems that just aren't understood by modern man about the infinite energy of the cosmos, here's a sample:
One may not be brassica,
The lines, they seldom remain,
For the stylistic world of massacre,
And the remainded ounce of pain,
Confederate currency is your bandage,
Devolution your asprin,
Your agony isn't planned ridge,
Rigid, the conoturs we begin,
Navy, blue, red, potassium,
A business's suit left rotten and grey,
But forever I feel debased-um,
Away, away, away,
And yet I always feel these lines flow,
Desterium masteris polut gyndrow.
Fin.
Believing that she was a presenter on a home shopping channel, and that she was trying to sell herself and different sexual services to the viewers at home.
All of this was of course carried out in the safety of her own home. Ever keen to push her boundaries though, she asked me yesterday (whilst in trance) if I could use hypnosis to spice up her weekly shop at the local supermarket.
I was only too happy to help. *Grin*
The following story is... more or less true, the dialogue and timing of events might have been rearranged to make them into a more amusing story, but Audrey was given these suggestions to follow whilst out on her shopping trip.
Enjoy.
Audrey's shopping trip.
Audrey probably noticed that something was wrong fairly early on, when upon entering the supermarket, rather than heading towards the breakfast cereals as was her intention, she instead marched straight to the Toiletries aisle and began to fill her shopping basket with each and every variety of different condom that the store had to offer. Lubed, Flavored, Extra Durable, Extra Large, Ribbed... they all went into her basket. Then, without setting foot in any other part of the store, she span on her heel and headed towards the checkouts with her basket on her arm.
Strolling up and down the checkouts she might have noticed that she seemed to be looking for something in particular. This cashier was a middle aged lady, that one a student, this one a teenage guy, that one an older man... her gaze would have passed by all of them till her eyes came to rest... on the young shy-looking but *very* cute asian girl in aisle 9. Unbeknown to her, she'd been told to approach the cutest cashier before carrying out the next part of her programming. She'd been told to do this irrespective of gender, so it looks like *someone* has a thing for cute asian chicks.
"Well hello there cutie." came Audrey's voice in an unintended seductive purr, her mouth, but not her words. "I'm a writer for "Lez" magazine" she continued, surprising both herself and the girl at the checkout as she revealed this information, "I'm doing a study of the properties of different condoms. Would you like to be my research buddy?" she said with a wink. "Be a doll and buy these for me will you? Then we can go back to my place and test them out."
The checkout girl blushed furiously and wordlessly carried on scanning Audrey's shopping. At this point Audrey found herself fully under her own control once more, and as the girl told her the total of her shopping, she blushed herself as she felt forced to pay for it.
(Now I've worked in supermarkets, so I know that it's not a big deal for staff to return unwanted shopping, I hadn't told Audrey to actually *buy* the condoms, but it seems that by this point she felt like she *should* buy it... oh well, guess I'll have to buy her pizza sometime to make up for it.)
Next she found herself taking a stroll over towards the clothing aisle. Before she could get there though, there was a "Bing Bong" from the PA system as a member of staff's voice came over the tannoy. Whatever announcement was being given though, Audrey was unable to take notice as with an involuntary gasp, her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm.
It wasn't until a second orgasm hit her as the announcement was repeated a couple of minutes later that she realised these feelings were being triggered by the "Bing Bong" of the PA system. She managed to cover up for the fact she was suddenly unable to walk straight by faking interest in the contents of a packet of fajita mix as she rode this orgasm out. Hopefully none of the passers by will have noticed how flushed she suddenly was, or how deep her breathing had become.
She made it safely to the clothing aisles, a display of mannequins in various poses were arranged in the center of the aisle. Wondering what she'd come here for, she found herself walking up to the mannequins, taking up residence beside them, striking a pose of her own... and then nothing.
5 minutes passed at this point, with Audrey's mind frozen in hypnotic limbo. One hand on her hip, the other out in front of herself as though offering something, an expression of quizzical confusion fixed on her face. Though a few people may have passed by and paid attention to her, her mind was as blank as those of the mannequins that stood around her, and everyone else, every store assistant asking if she was alright, every child wondering what the lady was doing, everyone was just ignored.
After 5 minutes Audrey's mind returned, though not (unfortunately for her) her ability to move. Her frustration was only compounded when another announcement came over the tannoy. "Dammit, as soon as I can move again, I'd best take a visit to the ladies room" she thought to herself, trying to ignore the fact that a small child was standing in front of her gazing up, mouth agog at the strange lady playing musical statues all by herself.
When she was finally able to move once more, she headed off towards the bathroom, she passed a mother and her child, both of whom gave her a slightly odd look, and then, just as she was 10 paces from the bathroom, she made eye contact with a lady stacking shelves. The hypnotic trigger that had been installed in her previously took immediate effect. "Excuse me?" she heard herself asking. "Can you direct me to the bathroom?" she finished stupidly.
"Erm... it's right over there" said the lady, pointing to the toilets sign not 20 feet away. "Did you not see the sign, love?"
"Oh erm... no... how silly of me" said Audrey, flushing once more. "Thanks very much!" she finished, as, rather than heading towards the bathroom as had been her intention, she span on her heel once more and walked in completely the opposite direction.
"What the?" she thought frantically, as she found herself pulled away from the bathrooms. She made eye contact with 2 more people, and then at the third person, the compulsion came again. Once more, she found her actions being taken over, her mouth was pulled into a friendly smile as she asked a 20-something guy buying wine "Hi! D'you know the way to the loos?" The guy gave a grin and said "Yep, back the way you just came, over there" he said pointing. "Great!" Audrey replied, a tad sarcastically as once more she began to march off in completely the wrong direction.
This game went on for some time, every third person would be asked for directions, and every set of directions would be ignored completely as she headed off in the opposite direction. It was only on entering the electronics aisle that Audrey found herself able to control her actions by herself once more. And... owing to the nature of the images on each TV screen... going to the bathroom was suddenly the last thing on her mind.
Every screen, instead of showing the latest action blockbuster was instead showing porn. To be more specific, it was showing "Audrey Porn". On this screen she was on her back, legs wide open, being fucked... On that one she was on her knees playing with herself... Here she was on all fours, being spanked... there she was going down on another girl... With shock she looked at the DVD cases beside each screen. "Audrey's Anal Adventure" "Audrey Oral Party" "Audrey's Amazing Ass IV"... the names went on and on.
At this point the fourth (and thankfully final) "Bing Bong" announcement of the night came over the PA system. Bracing herself against a screen (showing "Audrey Does Aberdeen") she rode out this final orgasm before taking a deep breath, heading towards the *real* location of the bathroom, and resolving to give her hypnotist a piece of her mind as soon as she got home.
Audrey is one such subject that enjoys the idea of being made a fool of. In the past with other hypnotists she's been hypnotized to believe that whipped cream is shower gel and nutella is facial scrub, and then smothered herself in both... and it seems the more inventive ways you find to embarrass the girl, the more she'll enjoy and be turned on by the whole experience.
She's quite a pleasure to trance and drops pretty deeply, so this has led to me trying to find new and inventive ways to (safely) get the girl doing weird and random stuff every time we get to chat and trance.
Here's a selection of things she's found herself doing and believing, purely whilst we've been chatting over the net.
One may not be brassica,
The lines, they seldom remain,
For the stylistic world of massacre,
And the remainded ounce of pain,
Confederate currency is your bandage,
Devolution your asprin,
Your agony isn't planned ridge,
Rigid, the conoturs we begin,
Navy, blue, red, potassium,
A business's suit left rotten and grey,
But forever I feel debased-um,
Away, away, away,
And yet I always feel these lines flow,
Desterium masteris polut gyndrow.
Fin.
All of this was of course carried out in the safety of her own home. Ever keen to push her boundaries though, she asked me yesterday (whilst in trance) if I could use hypnosis to spice up her weekly shop at the local supermarket.
I was only too happy to help. *Grin*
The following story is... more or less true, the dialogue and timing of events might have been rearranged to make them into a more amusing story, but Audrey was given these suggestions to follow whilst out on her shopping trip.
Enjoy.
Audrey's shopping trip.
Audrey probably noticed that something was wrong fairly early on, when upon entering the supermarket, rather than heading towards the breakfast cereals as was her intention, she instead marched straight to the Toiletries aisle and began to fill her shopping basket with each and every variety of different condom that the store had to offer. Lubed, Flavored, Extra Durable, Extra Large, Ribbed... they all went into her basket. Then, without setting foot in any other part of the store, she span on her heel and headed towards the checkouts with her basket on her arm.
Strolling up and down the checkouts she might have noticed that she seemed to be looking for something in particular. This cashier was a middle aged lady, that one a student, this one a teenage guy, that one an older man... her gaze would have passed by all of them till her eyes came to rest... on the young shy-looking but *very* cute asian girl in aisle 9. Unbeknown to her, she'd been told to approach the cutest cashier before carrying out the next part of her programming. She'd been told to do this irrespective of gender, so it looks like *someone* has a thing for cute asian chicks.
"Well hello there cutie." came Audrey's voice in an unintended seductive purr, her mouth, but not her words. "I'm a writer for "Lez" magazine" she continued, surprising both herself and the girl at the checkout as she revealed this information, "I'm doing a study of the properties of different condoms. Would you like to be my research buddy?" she said with a wink. "Be a doll and buy these for me will you? Then we can go back to my place and test them out."
The checkout girl blushed furiously and wordlessly carried on scanning Audrey's shopping. At this point Audrey found herself fully under her own control once more, and as the girl told her the total of her shopping, she blushed herself as she felt forced to pay for it.
(Now I've worked in supermarkets, so I know that it's not a big deal for staff to return unwanted shopping, I hadn't told Audrey to actually *buy* the condoms, but it seems that by this point she felt like she *should* buy it... oh well, guess I'll have to buy her pizza sometime to make up for it.)
Next she found herself taking a stroll over towards the clothing aisle. Before she could get there though, there was a "Bing Bong" from the PA system as a member of staff's voice came over the tannoy. Whatever announcement was being given though, Audrey was unable to take notice as with an involuntary gasp, her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm.
It wasn't until a second orgasm hit her as the announcement was repeated a couple of minutes later that she realised these feelings were being triggered by the "Bing Bong" of the PA system. She managed to cover up for the fact she was suddenly unable to walk straight by faking interest in the contents of a packet of fajita mix as she rode this orgasm out. Hopefully none of the passers by will have noticed how flushed she suddenly was, or how deep her breathing had become.
She made it safely to the clothing aisles, a display of mannequins in various poses were arranged in the center of the aisle. Wondering what she'd come here for, she found herself walking up to the mannequins, taking up residence beside them, striking a pose of her own... and then nothing.
5 minutes passed at this point, with Audrey's mind frozen in hypnotic limbo. One hand on her hip, the other out in front of herself as though offering something, an expression of quizzical confusion fixed on her face. Though a few people may have passed by and paid attention to her, her mind was as blank as those of the mannequins that stood around her, and everyone else, every store assistant asking if she was alright, every child wondering what the lady was doing, everyone was just ignored.
After 5 minutes Audrey's mind returned, though not (unfortunately for her) her ability to move. Her frustration was only compounded when another announcement came over the tannoy. "Dammit, as soon as I can move again, I'd best take a visit to the ladies room" she thought to herself, trying to ignore the fact that a small child was standing in front of her gazing up, mouth agog at the strange lady playing musical statues all by herself.
When she was finally able to move once more, she headed off towards the bathroom, she passed a mother and her child, both of whom gave her a slightly odd look, and then, just as she was 10 paces from the bathroom, she made eye contact with a lady stacking shelves. The hypnotic trigger that had been installed in her previously took immediate effect. "Excuse me?" she heard herself asking. "Can you direct me to the bathroom?" she finished stupidly.
"Erm... it's right over there" said the lady, pointing to the toilets sign not 20 feet away. "Did you not see the sign, love?"
"Oh erm... no... how silly of me" said Audrey, flushing once more. "Thanks very much!" she finished, as, rather than heading towards the bathroom as had been her intention, she span on her heel once more and walked in completely the opposite direction.
"What the?" she thought frantically, as she found herself pulled away from the bathrooms. She made eye contact with 2 more people, and then at the third person, the compulsion came again. Once more, she found her actions being taken over, her mouth was pulled into a friendly smile as she asked a 20-something guy buying wine "Hi! D'you know the way to the loos?" The guy gave a grin and said "Yep, back the way you just came, over there" he said pointing. "Great!" Audrey replied, a tad sarcastically as once more she began to march off in completely the wrong direction.
This game went on for some time, every third person would be asked for directions, and every set of directions would be ignored completely as she headed off in the opposite direction. It was only on entering the electronics aisle that Audrey found herself able to control her actions by herself once more. And... owing to the nature of the images on each TV screen... going to the bathroom was suddenly the last thing on her mind.
Every screen, instead of showing the latest action blockbuster was instead showing porn. To be more specific, it was showing "Audrey Porn". On this screen she was on her back, legs wide open, being fucked... On that one she was on her knees playing with herself... Here she was on all fours, being spanked... there she was going down on another girl... With shock she looked at the DVD cases beside each screen. "Audrey's Anal Adventure" "Audrey Oral Party" "Audrey's Amazing Ass IV"... the names went on and on.
At this point the fourth (and thankfully final) "Bing Bong" announcement of the night came over the PA system. Bracing herself against a screen (showing "Audrey Does Aberdeen") she rode out this final orgasm before taking a deep breath, heading towards the *real* location of the bathroom, and resolving to give her hypnotist a piece of her mind as soon as she got home.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Entrancement Hypno Questionnaire
With a little help from my friends, I've put together this questionnaire for all fans of hypnosis and hypnotic videos. I'm interested in seeing if any trends pop up, or if any new kinks come to light that I'm not currently aware of. It was made using Google Docs, which I'm pretty new to, but appears to be a very flashy way of putting together content like this, and generating results in the form of spreadsheets.
Special thanks to my hypno-buddy Jen for giving me a list of 43(!!) ideas for questions. Sorry if I had to prune them back a little bit. ;o)
Liz has just started back at uni, (hence the lack of hypno-posts) and I'm trying to get her to focus where possible on that work, rather than the usual online distractions of World of Warcraft and the Hypnopics Collective. Needless to say, getting her stubborn butt to do anything work related can prove more than a little tricky without the POWER OF HYPNOSIS(TM), so I'm glad I've got multiple methods of persuasion available to me.
I'm starting to up the dominance and set Liz more tasks and homework lately, as well as various kinky forms of discipline and punishment if she misbehaves. (Needless to say she's loving it ;o) She's offered to compile the results from the questionnaire into nice tally charts and graphs for me in a day or so. All the more reason to get as many responses in as possible.
Please check it out, fill out as many questions as you feel like responding to, and I'll have Liz post her findings in a future post.
You should be able to see it below, or failing that, you can go to the questionnaire directly at this link: Questionnaire
Apologies to anyone who reads the blog on a mobile phone. (Parkey, Conrad.) This one's a biggy!
Cheers all!
Lex
Special thanks to my hypno-buddy Jen for giving me a list of 43(!!) ideas for questions. Sorry if I had to prune them back a little bit. ;o)
Liz has just started back at uni, (hence the lack of hypno-posts) and I'm trying to get her to focus where possible on that work, rather than the usual online distractions of World of Warcraft and the Hypnopics Collective. Needless to say, getting her stubborn butt to do anything work related can prove more than a little tricky without the POWER OF HYPNOSIS(TM), so I'm glad I've got multiple methods of persuasion available to me.
I'm starting to up the dominance and set Liz more tasks and homework lately, as well as various kinky forms of discipline and punishment if she misbehaves. (Needless to say she's loving it ;o) She's offered to compile the results from the questionnaire into nice tally charts and graphs for me in a day or so. All the more reason to get as many responses in as possible.
Please check it out, fill out as many questions as you feel like responding to, and I'll have Liz post her findings in a future post.
You should be able to see it below, or failing that, you can go to the questionnaire directly at this link: Questionnaire
Apologies to anyone who reads the blog on a mobile phone. (Parkey, Conrad.) This one's a biggy!
Cheers all!
Lex
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Italy! - Don't mind me.
Greetings from Fort Fantastico!Well, we're almost 2 years into our relationship, so to celebrate, we treated ourselves to a week-long holiday in Italy. We're back now, refreshed and chilled out after our trip, we're both a little browner (or in the case of Liz's left elbow which burnt, a *lot* browner.) and feeling pretty good.
We had a fantastic time in a resort called Lido Di Jesolo about 40 minutes drive up the coast from Venice. The resort itself wasn't too much to write home about, (identikit hotels, restaurants and shops all selling pretty much the same thing.) but it was near enough to Venice, Verona, and Lake Garda for us to enjoy plenty of trips out. We had a great time soaking up the sun, reading books (No net access! It was like being back in the 90s) building sand castles, (Fort Fantastico as you can see above) and indulging in as much love-making and hypnokink as we could possibly fit around the massive free breakfasts and dinners that our hotel laid on for us. ;D
I managed to make it through three books, (The Night Watch, by Sergei Lukyanenko, In the Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon and Let Them Come Through by Neil Forsyth. I can heartily recommend the first two, the third was fine... but a bit pedestrian in comparison to the others.) but had taken my Nintendo DS along just in case I felt the need to inject some digital entertainment into the holiday. The game of choice was Puzzle Quest Galactrix, which I highly recommend to RPG / Puzzle playing / Sci-fi geeks out there. I enlisted Liz's help with one puzzle though and she quickly found that not only was she better at it than me, but that she found the whole gem-sliding colour matching mechanic of the game quite compelling... not that I *made* it compelling for her. (It was my game, I wanted to play it!) She quickly started spending every waking minute playing it though. (So as a result, only got through one book. Ha! I feel smugly literary.)
Liz would spend a couple of hours each day after her sunbathe lounging naked on the bed playing this game while I read, (Her compulsion to be naked around me is something that I've only encouraged *very* lightly. She's always been happier to laze about with no clothes on than going through the effort of getting dressed. You won't hear me complaining about this though... well... not unless we have a plane to catch.)
Anyway, this brings us to one of the hypnotic suggestions I gave her during the holiday.
Liz was lying on the bed after a sunbathe, tapping away at her game, and making a *very* nice sight upon my emergence from the shower. I was feeling fresh, clean, and more than a little frisky, and seeing how absorbed Liz was in her game got me wondering just what fun and games I could get up to whilst her attention was focused on battling space pirates.
"Obey: Carry on playing your game for me, remain totally unaware of anything that I do with you whilst you play" I said smoothly.
"Yes Sir" came her automatic response.
"Hi" I said, flopping myself down on the bed beside her.
"Oh hey" she said, her eyes never leaving the screen.
She continued to tap away intently, paying no attention to my hand on her stomach, or the moment when I decided to explore further up her body and give her nipples a little tweak here and there...
"Doing well?" I asked.
"Mmmhmmm" came her response, "I'm level 19 now, I passed you ages ago"
"Gah" said I. "Do I get my game back at some point?"
"Nope, it's mine now!" she snickered, gleefully.
"Fine fine... suppose I'll have to find other ways to amuse myself"
"Why don't you cry more?" she smirked.
She carried on playing, and so did I. Next I decided to explore lower, seperating her legs, smoothing my fingers teasingly up the sides of her special place, caressing one hand over her...
It was only when I started to rub and tease her clit that her body began taking notice of what I was doing to her. Although consciously she remained oblivious, her body began moving and grinding against the air unconsciously, this really took off at around about the time that I started with the kissing and licking...
This continued on for a while. Liz enjoying her game... and me enjoying the way she was starting to breathe deeper and moan gently while I teased and touched and toyed with her... I spent a good few minutes bringing her to the boil, by which point she was starting to huff and tut at herself.
"Something up?" I asked innocently, my voice only slightly muffled, coming as it was from between her thighs.
"I don't know what's wrong" she grumbled. "I keep making mistakes and moving the wrong gems onscreen"
"I guess you're just not as good at that game as me" I grinned, feeling a little bit wicked.
"Lies!" she exclaimed. Not noticing the way in which her breathing was growing more laborious.
"Can I have a go yet?" I asked, feigning interest.
"Hmmmmmm nope! It's still mine." She teased, sticking out her tongue.
"But you can't even concentrate on it!" I said, rubbing a little harder and faster.
Ever one to prove me wrong, she began focusing on her game even more intently. This was round about the time that I decided to don the equipment needed for continuing any further...
I could carry on, but I'm sure most of you reading this will be pretty sure of where I went from here.
Once I'd gotten a good rhythm going I allowed Liz to realise just what it was that was distracting her.
I'm happy to report that she was more turned on with her discovery than annoyed at my untimely interruption of her game. ;)
Saying that... she did continue playing pretty much the instant we were done.
Still... It could have been worse... she could have asked me to switch her realisation back off so she could get back to her game. :oP
Sunday, 16 August 2009
Dark Puppetry
One hypnotic trigger that Liz has been enjoying lately (and I’ve been enjoying using on her) is “Strings Cut”.
When I say this to her, she instantly finds herself flopping forward (or sideways… or backwards) like a puppet that’s had all of her strings cut. Her eyes stay the same, as it only affects her muscles, not her mind, but all the expression in her face will relax away, her arms will just flump down to her sides and her head will loll forwards. In this state she can look around, (if anyone’s kind enough to lift her head so she’s able to.) but not speak.
From here, I can move her, pose her, (though we’re talking floppy ragdoll poses, rather than rigid mannequin poses this time round) or take advantage in any other way she might care to think of. ;)
I have to be *fairly* careful not to use the trigger when she’s walking down the street… (though conscientious chap that I am, I’ve told her if I *do* use the trigger when she’s standing, her fall to the floor will be gentle and steady, rather than sudden and uncontrollable.)
Whilst she’s a puppet I can direct Liz’s actions by telling her what I’m doing with her “strings” and she’ll move into place like a puppet having her strings pulled this way or that. So far this has included (but isn’t limited to)
“Head pulled up”
“Rocking side to side”
“Left hand lifts and waves”
“Mouth smiles”
“Both hands on your head”
“Dancing puppet!”
“Pulled to your feet”
“Stepping forward”
Mainly I’ve been using it in private, though recently we’ve been out in Bristol with the hypno crew from uncommonforum, and I’ve been able to demonstrate what a good subject Liz is in a public setting. Depending on how busy the pub is and how raucous the other drinkers are around us, this’ll either draw interested glances from nearby tables, or no-one’ll notice. It usually goes down well amongst the other hypnotists if nothing else.
If I’m feeling particularly naughty I can tell Liz that the strings to her mind are cut as well, at which point she becomes completely blank.
It’s a fun suggestion and looks really good, I’m going to fit it into a few more hypno videos if I get the chance. I tried it out with Monica Haze (the last model that I worked with) but due to a fear of falling, she didn’t take too strongly to that suggestion. (Even if it was just her arms that were falling from the air above her to her lap.) I suppose some people can't let go to the extent that Liz can. Just one more way in which i'm a lucky lucky man. ;)
Though Monica wasn't too keen to fall over at any point, she *was* keen on doing plenty of other things on cam... more on that topic if and when I blog about it.
When I say this to her, she instantly finds herself flopping forward (or sideways… or backwards) like a puppet that’s had all of her strings cut. Her eyes stay the same, as it only affects her muscles, not her mind, but all the expression in her face will relax away, her arms will just flump down to her sides and her head will loll forwards. In this state she can look around, (if anyone’s kind enough to lift her head so she’s able to.) but not speak.
From here, I can move her, pose her, (though we’re talking floppy ragdoll poses, rather than rigid mannequin poses this time round) or take advantage in any other way she might care to think of. ;)
I have to be *fairly* careful not to use the trigger when she’s walking down the street… (though conscientious chap that I am, I’ve told her if I *do* use the trigger when she’s standing, her fall to the floor will be gentle and steady, rather than sudden and uncontrollable.)
Whilst she’s a puppet I can direct Liz’s actions by telling her what I’m doing with her “strings” and she’ll move into place like a puppet having her strings pulled this way or that. So far this has included (but isn’t limited to)
“Head pulled up”
“Rocking side to side”
“Left hand lifts and waves”
“Mouth smiles”
“Both hands on your head”
“Dancing puppet!”
“Pulled to your feet”
“Stepping forward”
Mainly I’ve been using it in private, though recently we’ve been out in Bristol with the hypno crew from uncommonforum, and I’ve been able to demonstrate what a good subject Liz is in a public setting. Depending on how busy the pub is and how raucous the other drinkers are around us, this’ll either draw interested glances from nearby tables, or no-one’ll notice. It usually goes down well amongst the other hypnotists if nothing else.
If I’m feeling particularly naughty I can tell Liz that the strings to her mind are cut as well, at which point she becomes completely blank.
It’s a fun suggestion and looks really good, I’m going to fit it into a few more hypno videos if I get the chance. I tried it out with Monica Haze (the last model that I worked with) but due to a fear of falling, she didn’t take too strongly to that suggestion. (Even if it was just her arms that were falling from the air above her to her lap.) I suppose some people can't let go to the extent that Liz can. Just one more way in which i'm a lucky lucky man. ;)
Though Monica wasn't too keen to fall over at any point, she *was* keen on doing plenty of other things on cam... more on that topic if and when I blog about it.
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