A Treatise on Lace

There are a few stereotypes about red-blooded young males that most girls pick up by the time they've graduated from high school:
1. They only ever want one thing.
2. They think that two girls kissing is extremely hot.
3. Black, lacy underwear is really sexy.

Now, I call them stereotypes for a reason; not all guys are of that mindset... but Nauzy, for the most part, is. :p And for us, as a couple, that's not a problem generally: our sex drives match up pretty well, I'm somewhat bisexual, and I like wearing black... but the lace, not so much.

I have never, ever been a fan of lacy anything. Lace is frilly and girly in a way that I am not, and lace on bras or panties makes me think of awkward things. This is not helped by the fact that underthings never have just a little lace; they've always got to be plastered with it.

Therefore, I suggested that he, er, suggest to me that I'll enjoy wearing lace more. He agreed, we came up with a rough draft suggestion, aiming to get me to think about his hands roaming all over me when I think of lace. (and can I just take a moment to say that really blunt, direct communication like this works wonders. Talking about suggestions beforehand lets me enjoy the ride more and I feel more confident in what he's doing. good stuff.)

So the trance. He started taking me down, using my trigger, which works beeeautifully these days. It had been a long day for me, and I think that's why I started blanking out right about when he started giving the suggestion. I stopped listening to the words and tuned in to the sound of his voice, and the navy blue of very deep trance started to get flecked with black; oh so warm and comfortable... and next thing I knew I was waking up.

Oh yeah, it was one of those. I didn't remember anything. Maybe a bit about telling him how deep I was, but after that, nada. And oh, what a thrill! I love the idea of knowing that the 'tist has done something to my mind that I don't know. I'm so clearly not in control and I don't know what's coming next, and, of course, I'm completely helpless to stop it. Mmm.

It wasn't my/our intent for this to happen with something, well, so mundane, but I don't think either of us is complaining. If anything, Nauzy's getting a bigger kick out of it than I am... He mentioned last night something about me having "two more days."

"Two more days for what?" I asked, thinking, Columbus day vacation was last week...
"You don't remember?"
I squirmed. "No! What'd you do to me?!"
"You really don't remember... oh, nothing." I could hear him smirk.

Oh, my. What have I created... ;)

First Experiences With Amnesia Play

While I'm wary of freezing triggers, I am an enormous fan of amnesia-play. I'd love to, say, wake up and be tied up and have no idea how I got there. Or have Nauzy say some word and I start reacting somehow, and I know he must've put a trigger in but don't remember it...

But I digress. :p

One quick thing I should clue you in about: Nauzy and I go to different colleges, so during the school year we only see each other about once a month. All of the hypnosis I've blogged about so far has been over skype or, more rarely, over IRC.

But this past weekend was all in person, so we got to have some fun.

We were hanging out in bed, making nerdy pillow-talk, when he triggered me to go into trance. And down I went, into my fuzzy-grey place, deep enough to take suggestions pretty well (though who am I kidding, I take suggestions even when I'm lucid!). This time, the suggestion was that as soon as I woke up, I'd feel an irresistible urge to wrap my arms and legs around him, and I wouldn't stop till he said "pizza"...and that I wouldn't remember that he'd suggested it, I'd just find myself falling all over him.

I'd give you some nice juicy hypnotic dialogue, except that I don't remember it. ;)

So then he woke me up, and I immediately draped my leg over his waist. I think the best way to describe my mental state is that I had a case of doublethink. I remembered quite clearly what he'd suggested, and yet I knew that I wasn't supposed to think about it, so I remembered... but just didn't think about it.

It was a very strange state, and I was sorry to tell him that I knew pretty much what was going on (with my arms around his neck, of course). :p But it was a very fun first attempt, and I expect it'll get better with time.

Also, one more thing: Last night he was installing a safety update, so to speak; putting in a few suggestions and reminders that, no matter how deep I am, I will reject any suggestion that goes past my limits. That's important and good and makes me feel quite safe, but the exciting bit is that I think I've finally figured out how to rank how deep I am properly! I used qualitative ranking instead of a quantitative one, and man, did it work!

There's "really light trance", and "light golden-brown trance", then some deep blue ones... "deep", "deep enough to take suggestions" and "really deep, fire away." then I suppose there's a gap until you get to that wonderful-but-elusive state where I blank out completely.

I'm quite psyched that I've good a good system. Though I think I'll have to find better names if I'm going to be telling them to Nauzy when I'm out!

Coming Attractions

Rather sleepy at the moment, but I promise a witty and sexy post coming soon!