So. It was awesome.
I worked till 7 on Saturday during the day, which left me with an hour to get ready between work and the hour-long drive to hartford. I was pretty calm about the whole thing until 6 pm hit, when I realized that there was only an hour left on my shift, and that I was going to be getting my brains tranced out in four hours or less.
It was a really strange headspace. Normally, for me, I would've just felt anxious, but there wasn't a whole lot to be anxious about. After last weekend, I knew there were lots and lots of good things to look forward to, and I was going to know a bunch of people at the event, so basically I was this hot, worked-up mixture of anticipation, lightheadedness, arousal, please-please-please yes-yes-yes, with just a touch of anxiety. Kind of like an anticipatory, counting-your-chicks-before-they-hatch subspace.
I arrived at the Society, parked, reminded myself to breathe, and rang the doorbell. Waiting in line at the door, I saw a strapping gentleman rocking suspenders and a tie in another doorway. He was watching people come in. I glanced at him, nodded, looked at the line in front of me, then double-taked and looked at him again. It was Buddy. I didn't say "it's you!" but I was totally thinking it.
"You look very different without the beard!" I said instead. "Your eyes are the same, though."
We exchanged a few more words, I paid the doorperson, then went straight to the next room, where I put on my awesome boots. Well, they're mostly awesome: they're black, and leather, and totally comfortable, but driving in them is hell, hence the change of footwear. I also doffed my panties, because I could see no use for them. ;p AmHypnotic was there, as was SluttyDee, whom I was glad to see again. I met a few other hypno-kinksters, then we all headed into the main room, where, after some cat-herding, Buddy did a brief hypnosis-101 talk and a sexy demo.
After the demo, there was food and water and socializing. Buddy and I had plans to scene that night, but AmHypnotic, Dee, and I wandered off into the darker back room, figuring that Buddy would come find me eventually. AmHypnotic proposed a scene where, if either Dee or I were being touched, we would feel what the other was feeling. The suggestions ended up not working for me at all, but it was still rather amusing to have AmHypnotic touching my neck, and Dee on his other side moaning louder than I was. I suspect they didn't work because I tend to feel uncomfortable watching people doing sexy things for stretches of time (I'm a terrible voyeur. :p), and that's what the suggestion was based on.
Buddy did indeed eventually come find me, and we all chitchatted about hypno-scenes for a bit. The funniest bit for me was, when AmHypnotic described the suggestion Dee and I had on, and Buddy was like "oh yeah, the time I tried to do that, there was feedback between the two women involved, it was weird."
AmHypnotic removed the suggestion from myself and Dee, and Buddy and I went to the Space's quiet room for some quality time. We did some negotiation between tangents about various kink-related things, then Buddy was like, "well, I could keep going, but I should put you under." And I agreed (it was about time! :p) so we started.
He used his pocketwatch. I was surprised by how quickly my eyes started to blink; it happened before he started saying anything about it. I was also impressed by his Voice, and how even his pacing was, and how subtle his wording was. He did a few deepeners, and I was so incredibly out of it.
The trouble with staying up really late for these sorts of events is that my memory is worse than usual. I remember all of the different triggers we played with, and I have some vivid flashbulb-type memories of bits that were really really hot, but the narrative structure is all lost.
He gave me a re-induction trigger, then we played around with some light bondage. Whenever he said "your wrists are bound," it was exactly what it said on the tin: my wrists would kind of spring together as if they were tied up, and whenever he said "release" they would be untied. He also gave me a sensation trigger (making up terminology as I go along here): whenever he said "good girl," I'd feel as if I was being fingered for a few seconds.
I remember him waking me up and asking how I was doing. I expected to be awake for at least a few minutes, but it was more like a few seconds.
"I'm good!" I said, wondering, as I always do, what 'tists expect you to answer that with, when they tell you, in the wake-up, that you're feeling good and wonderful and happy.
"Good to hear. Sleepy girl Arel."
I have never dropped so fast. It was so hot. Usually, when I'm triggered like that, I have a minute to think "oh, hey, it's a trigger" before I go, and I sink kind of slowly. With this one, bam, I was out.
There was another point, when he was doing a deepener, he asked me to notice how my body might be feeling: was it heavy? tingly? warm?
"Aroused..." I said in my tranced-out voice. I think this startled Buddy, because it was a moment before he continued with the deepener, but it was fine. I mean, it was the truth! XD
After a bit, he woke me up. AmHypnotic had poked his head in the room, and I, being in a rambly headspace, announced "I'm really wet right now! :D"
Buddy put me under using this fabulous round crystal as a focus, wording it so that my eyes stayed open. He gave me some suggestions to the effect that I wouldn't be able to think when I was looking at it, then asked me a couple of times what I was thinking about while dangling it in front of me. And of course, the only thing I could say was "the crystal..."
Hot. That was hot. That was get-hot-and-bothered-at-work, masturbate-myself-to-sleep-at-night hot. A++, would scene again.
Some other people had come into the quiet room, so we went to go find other people. Buddy went off and scened with some other folk, and I hung about for a while, then went of to scene with AmHypnotic.
We did a play-on-words thing, inspired by the metaphor "comes with the territory." My idea. There were two couches in the room where we were, and the other couch (that was vacant at the time), if I was touching it in any fashion, would make me come and continue to make me come until I stopped touching it. I would not remember what the suggestion was, and furthermore, I would feel a desire to go sit on the other couch when he woke me up.
At first I just sat down on it, and waited a minute, and then holyshitohgod I was coming. AmHypnotic helped me to stand up after a minute (because I was coming, I couldn't really move my limbs to stand up), then touched my hand to the couch. I moaned. He lifted it away from the cushion.
"It's nice, but kind of unwieldy, you know?" I said, dazed.
He grinned. "Kneel."
I was confused. I was facing away from the couch, so kneeling wouldn't bring me into contact with it. "Like... this?" I said, doing so.
"Yes," he said, and pressed my hand down to the couch, and held it there. I doubled over, making all kinds of pleasurable noises, writhing a little bit, realizing why he'd had me kneel down. My hand probably would've come off the couch if he wasn't holding it there.
Then we did some blank mind play of our own. AmHypnotic, like any self-respecting 'tist, had brought his pocketwatch, and made my mind go blank anytime I saw it. We tried mixing fingering for real with the pocketwatch, but it honestly didn't do much for me. My mind already goes kinda blank and hazy when I'm being pleasured, so there was no need for the pocketwatch. However, I can think of some fun "let's try to get Arel to talk while she's looking at the pocketwatch" games we could play with it. Next time.
It was getting late at this point. AmHypnotic and I rejoined the group out in the hallway-area. Most of the people there for the hypno-event were chatting and sipping water, though several were in harnesses. I made a pun that I cannot for the life of me remember, and then Buddy shared a pun he'd heard from a friend: Said friend tied a rubber duck to a string, and Buddy was like "what are you doing?" and the friend replied "I'm doing an in-duck-tion."
*gigglesnerk*
Then Buddy, for some reason or other, pulled out his crystal and held it up, and I had time to say "you... forgot that I still have that trigger..." before I went a little blank and my eyes latched onto it. But then he re-told the pun to a few people who'd missed it the first time, and I snerked. Eyes not leaving the crystal, I said in a lucid tone of voice: "see, I'm supposed to be going under right now, but apparently bad puns and trance are incompatible states for me."
...yes, "bad pun" is a state of mind!
Evidently it wasn't as late as I thought (still had 45 minutes till closing), so I told Buddy if he was free and interested, I'd be willing to play with him some more. He was, and he grabbed me and kind of.. he twirled me, and then kind of danced me back into the back room. I thought, at the time, like it seemed rather like someone had read this post. It was pleasantly sexy; I do enjoy being yanked around.
And my memory is failing me; I don't remember at all what we did aside from the aftercare and debriefing. (and I know it wasn't intentional, amnesia-play has so far been not a beginning sort of thing.) I do remember telling Buddy that playing with him was one of the highlights of my night, and indeed it was. I'm looking forward to sceneing with him again!
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Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Mantras
AmHypnotic asked me the other night if I had any favorite mantras.
"I have a list written out somewhere, from when my ex-boyfriend and I were doing hypno-play... I'll dig it up and get back to you on that."
I went and found it, exactly where I expected it to be. Funny how the only documents I can keep organized are the kinky ones...
[19:23] Arel: amusingly, "Obedience is Pleasure" was already on there. It was a short list, though, the only other ones I had on it were "I need to obey" and "completely blank, completely controlled"
[19:23] Arel: so, I mean, you're free to pick out mantras if you have something in particular you'd like to come out of my lips ;p
[19:24] AmHypnotic: I'm somewhat partial to "must obey, cannot resist" personally :p
[19:24] Arel: I would be very pleased to repeat that for you :p
[19:25] AmHypnotic: what a good, obedient girl you are ;)
[19:25] Arel: ...I definitely just moaned a little.
[19:25] AmHypnotic: lol, wonderful
I actually love the idea of mantras, but I haven't found too many, they don't feature too prominently in the porn I've been reading lately. Anyone got any good ones?
"I have a list written out somewhere, from when my ex-boyfriend and I were doing hypno-play... I'll dig it up and get back to you on that."
I went and found it, exactly where I expected it to be. Funny how the only documents I can keep organized are the kinky ones...
[19:23] Arel: amusingly, "Obedience is Pleasure" was already on there. It was a short list, though, the only other ones I had on it were "I need to obey" and "completely blank, completely controlled"
[19:23] Arel: so, I mean, you're free to pick out mantras if you have something in particular you'd like to come out of my lips ;p
[19:24] AmHypnotic: I'm somewhat partial to "must obey, cannot resist" personally :p
[19:24] Arel: I would be very pleased to repeat that for you :p
[19:25] AmHypnotic: what a good, obedient girl you are ;)
[19:25] Arel: ...I definitely just moaned a little.
[19:25] AmHypnotic: lol, wonderful
I actually love the idea of mantras, but I haven't found too many, they don't feature too prominently in the porn I've been reading lately. Anyone got any good ones?
Aha!
Now I remember. The suggestion was that... when blogging about the skyping I did with AmHypnotic last night, whenever I started a new paragraph, I'd find myself saying "obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience," without even thinking about it. And when I hit the "publish post" button, I was supposed to, and I found, that my eyes fluttered shut and I chanted "obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience" a handful of times. Which was incredibly hot because it was so automatic.
Unfortunately, it seemed that I was... trying to hard for it to work? Or thinking about it too much. I knew I was supposed to do something, but didn't know what, and didn't want to know what. And, like I described, I ended up trancing a bit and being unable to write about what we did at all. Which is a shame, because I love the idea of being commanded to do something without thinking about it. We'll have to tweak it.
Anyhow, we still did a lot of fun things! First, we played with some mantras. Well, actually, first he triggered me to put me under, then deepened me a bit, then told me to repeat the following mantra, just once: "Obedience is Pleasure, Pleasure is Obedience."
I shivered a little bit. "Obedience is Pleasure, Pleasure is Obedience."
"Good Girl. Now, in a minute, I'm going to ask you to chant that phrase, over and over. While you're chanting, you may hear me saying some things, but your conscious mind might not pick up on them." But, of course, my subconscious would hear whatever he said just fine, would remember it totally. My subconscious would even enjoy keeping this particular suggestion a secret from my conscious mind, it would be a fun game.
So, I began chanting. "obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience...." And I could hear him saying things, but I couldn't pick up anything more than a word or a phrase here and there. Or, at times when I could make out a sentence, it would go in one ear and out the other, kind of slippery-like.
At the time, of course, I didn't know it, but his suggestion was that whenever he said the words "finger" or "fingers" or "hands" or "hand," or variations thereon, I'd feel as if he was fingering me, for just a few seconds.
He woke me up. "So, how're you feeling?"
"I'm good!"
"Good! So, we weren't able to play much, physically, at the Society last weekend, but maybe you should tell me the kinds of things you do like before we see each other again. You like feeling my hands on you--"
I moaned. Kind of loudly.
"Uh, so, you really like the idea of feeling my hands on you, huh?
"Aaaahhh... uh, yes?" I gasped, my back arching a little.
"You're looking forward to me fingering you?"
I jerked. "Oh god ohgod... yes...ah!"
He toyed with me a little more like that, then dropped the pretense of trying to have a conversation and just started talking about how good his fingers felt, and how nice his hands were, and fingers, hands, fingers, hands... And I was quickly becoming a sweaty pile of submissiveness.
He relented, finally, and told me to remember, and I laughed and sighed happily, and we chatted about some further ideas for play that night. "By the way," he said after a bit. "How good are you at multitasking?"
I was in subspace, so my answer was entirely rambly. "Well, I prefer to do one thing at a time, like, if I'm writing, I have to shut the music off, or I can't think, like, if I'm studying, or blogging. It's kind of like-- there's a name for it-- you read xkcd, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, there was a strip a while back, titled "Qwertial Aphasia," and it's like, this thing where you're tying one thing, and hearing another, so you throw in one of the words you heard, even though you didn't mean to type it. In the strip, the guy says, "I can't afford to keep eating out this giraffe," because someone's talking about stuffed giraffes behind him. Anyhow, that has happened to me when I've tried to listen to stuff and write at the same time."
I suddenly realized what we were talking about. "Why, what kinds of things did you have in mind?"
He laughed quietly, but evilly. "Now why would I tell you that?"
I giggled, pleased that he wasn't going to tell me.
After getting my consent for the next scene we were going to do, he triggered me and put me under. This time, the suggestion was that whenever he said "feel pleasure," I would feel him doing something to me, stuff that I liked. It would vary and change each time he used the phrase "feel pleasure," it wouldn't just be the same sensation over and over. I would continue feeling whatever sensation it was until he either said "stop pleasure," I came, or we lost the connection. Also, whenever he said "what are you feeling?" I would effortlessly and easily describe it to him. And this time, I would forget that the entire trance happened. It would seem to me as if we were still having the conversation we were having before. My subconscious would be amused to keep this secret from my conscious mind.
He woke me up. I wondered aloud if my roommate had gotten back from work yet, and he asked what the note I'd left her said. Still subspace-tastic, I rambily (that is totally now a word) told him how I'd made curry for both of us for dinner, so the note detailed where that was in the fridge, and that I'd put at the end "by the time you read this, I'll be skyping with the hypnotist I met on Saturday, so please don't disturb me unless it's an emergency!"
AmHypnotic chuckled, and chuckled some more when I told him how my roommate had double-taked when I told her I went to a BDSM dungeon to meet a hypnotist ("yeah, hypnosis is kind of up-and-coming in the kink world. ...no pun intended."*) Eventually he worked the phrase "feel pleasure" into a sentence, and smirked audibly when I moaned.
"What are you feeling now?"
"You're fingering me," I responded without thinking, not quite in a monotone, but in something that was similar to my trance voice.
"Good girl. Feel pleasure."
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh..."
"And what are you feeling now?"
"You're rubbing your thumb over my clit..."
"Good girl. Stop pleasure."
I exhaled, relaxed a bit.
"Feel pleasure."
And I tensed back up! We kept going like that, my mind having him do everything from biting my neck to outright fucking me, hard.
Then I heard my roommate come back from work.
"You've gone quiet," AmHypnotic noted.
"Yeah," I said, biting my lip. "I'm trying to control myself, lest my roommate hear me. I mean, I did turn on the fan in the other room, but I've been being kinda loud." And I can be quiet when I moan, or at least, I can be quiet-ish. Muffled. If I have to be.
"I think you can feel yourself losing control, though..." he started. "Feel pleasure."
I whimpered.
"That's right... give in to it. Submit to it. Surrender. Feel pleasure."
My roommate's hearing ability was the last thing on my mind at this point. I was in a wonderful, loud, mindless haze, feeling all my favorite sensations and hearing a sexy hypnotist say all my favorite words. It was fucking amazing. /understatement
After a little while, he made me come, which was, you know, hot. :p And then he made me come again, but told me to be totally relaxed during it. That was interesting. I kind of felt like I was floating underwater, except the water flowing around me was the waves of my very drawn-out orgasm. It was nice, but when it ended, I decided I liked the tense-and-thrashy kind of orgasm better.
"Yeah, you're prone to squirming, huh?"
"Yeah, but no, when I'm coming, I thrash."
He chuckled.
"Playing with you is fun," I said, very happy, a big subby grin on my face.
We chatted for a bit about this terrible, terrible documentary on BDSM we watched the other night. It's titled Fetishes, and it's on hulu, if you're stateside and curious. It's mostly about this one professional dungeon in New York City, but it never goes into detail about the other facts of BDSM, despite presenting itself as a Thorough Documentary On BDSM (I mean, the social scene is pretty different, hello). The narrator/documentor also does various stupid things like interrupting people when they're answering his questions, fucking up BDSM terminology ("the submissives are called slaves,"), only showing negotiation once, and interviewing people mid-scene. Mid-scene!
"Seriously, I mean, you've heard me, there's nooo way I could say anything cogent about BDSM in this mindset, " I said, smirking.
" 'BDSM is, like, fun, and... stuff!' " AmHypnotic mocked.
I giggled, then started, because I could hear my phone ringing across the room.
"Something you need to get?"
"Yeah, sorry, I should see who it is, be right back."
He waited patiently (or impatiently, I'm not sure :p), 'till I got back and put my headset back on. "Speaking of giving interviews," I said. "That was my mother."
Not the first time she's called me in the midst of sex, or kink, but what timing, right? I was pretty amused.
Then, let's see.. in the notes I jotted down for myself, after my mom called I have "definitely a big blank space" written, which I'm pretty sure means this was when he gave me the "chant mantra when blogging" suggestions that I detailed at the beginning of this post. After that we were pretty much done for the night. I asked for the time, and he said it had only been an hour. "Jeez, I lose time like woah," I said.
"Did you feel like we did more stuff, or that time flew by, or what?" AmHypnotic asked.
"Um... the amount of stuff we did tonight, it just feels like they should've taken up more time," I replied. Which, you know, can't complain, it means I have more free time!
Anyhow, that's it for this post. Tomorrow's the New England Hypnosis Group's play party at the Society, which I will be attending. I am really, really excited for it, seriously, I am going to be all distracted at work today, thinking about all the kinky shit I'll be getting up to in 24 hours. :D
* I have been making SO MANY terrible, terrible puns lately, without trying at all. I kind of feel like somebody's hypnotized me to make all these puns, but I don't seem to recall anything of the sort... ;)
Unfortunately, it seemed that I was... trying to hard for it to work? Or thinking about it too much. I knew I was supposed to do something, but didn't know what, and didn't want to know what. And, like I described, I ended up trancing a bit and being unable to write about what we did at all. Which is a shame, because I love the idea of being commanded to do something without thinking about it. We'll have to tweak it.
Anyhow, we still did a lot of fun things! First, we played with some mantras. Well, actually, first he triggered me to put me under, then deepened me a bit, then told me to repeat the following mantra, just once: "Obedience is Pleasure, Pleasure is Obedience."
I shivered a little bit. "Obedience is Pleasure, Pleasure is Obedience."
"Good Girl. Now, in a minute, I'm going to ask you to chant that phrase, over and over. While you're chanting, you may hear me saying some things, but your conscious mind might not pick up on them." But, of course, my subconscious would hear whatever he said just fine, would remember it totally. My subconscious would even enjoy keeping this particular suggestion a secret from my conscious mind, it would be a fun game.
So, I began chanting. "obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience...." And I could hear him saying things, but I couldn't pick up anything more than a word or a phrase here and there. Or, at times when I could make out a sentence, it would go in one ear and out the other, kind of slippery-like.
At the time, of course, I didn't know it, but his suggestion was that whenever he said the words "finger" or "fingers" or "hands" or "hand," or variations thereon, I'd feel as if he was fingering me, for just a few seconds.
He woke me up. "So, how're you feeling?"
"I'm good!"
"Good! So, we weren't able to play much, physically, at the Society last weekend, but maybe you should tell me the kinds of things you do like before we see each other again. You like feeling my hands on you--"
I moaned. Kind of loudly.
"Uh, so, you really like the idea of feeling my hands on you, huh?
"Aaaahhh... uh, yes?" I gasped, my back arching a little.
"You're looking forward to me fingering you?"
I jerked. "Oh god ohgod... yes...ah!"
He toyed with me a little more like that, then dropped the pretense of trying to have a conversation and just started talking about how good his fingers felt, and how nice his hands were, and fingers, hands, fingers, hands... And I was quickly becoming a sweaty pile of submissiveness.
He relented, finally, and told me to remember, and I laughed and sighed happily, and we chatted about some further ideas for play that night. "By the way," he said after a bit. "How good are you at multitasking?"
I was in subspace, so my answer was entirely rambly. "Well, I prefer to do one thing at a time, like, if I'm writing, I have to shut the music off, or I can't think, like, if I'm studying, or blogging. It's kind of like-- there's a name for it-- you read xkcd, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, there was a strip a while back, titled "Qwertial Aphasia," and it's like, this thing where you're tying one thing, and hearing another, so you throw in one of the words you heard, even though you didn't mean to type it. In the strip, the guy says, "I can't afford to keep eating out this giraffe," because someone's talking about stuffed giraffes behind him. Anyhow, that has happened to me when I've tried to listen to stuff and write at the same time."
I suddenly realized what we were talking about. "Why, what kinds of things did you have in mind?"
He laughed quietly, but evilly. "Now why would I tell you that?"
I giggled, pleased that he wasn't going to tell me.
After getting my consent for the next scene we were going to do, he triggered me and put me under. This time, the suggestion was that whenever he said "feel pleasure," I would feel him doing something to me, stuff that I liked. It would vary and change each time he used the phrase "feel pleasure," it wouldn't just be the same sensation over and over. I would continue feeling whatever sensation it was until he either said "stop pleasure," I came, or we lost the connection. Also, whenever he said "what are you feeling?" I would effortlessly and easily describe it to him. And this time, I would forget that the entire trance happened. It would seem to me as if we were still having the conversation we were having before. My subconscious would be amused to keep this secret from my conscious mind.
He woke me up. I wondered aloud if my roommate had gotten back from work yet, and he asked what the note I'd left her said. Still subspace-tastic, I rambily (that is totally now a word) told him how I'd made curry for both of us for dinner, so the note detailed where that was in the fridge, and that I'd put at the end "by the time you read this, I'll be skyping with the hypnotist I met on Saturday, so please don't disturb me unless it's an emergency!"
AmHypnotic chuckled, and chuckled some more when I told him how my roommate had double-taked when I told her I went to a BDSM dungeon to meet a hypnotist ("yeah, hypnosis is kind of up-and-coming in the kink world. ...no pun intended."*) Eventually he worked the phrase "feel pleasure" into a sentence, and smirked audibly when I moaned.
"What are you feeling now?"
"You're fingering me," I responded without thinking, not quite in a monotone, but in something that was similar to my trance voice.
"Good girl. Feel pleasure."
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh..."
"And what are you feeling now?"
"You're rubbing your thumb over my clit..."
"Good girl. Stop pleasure."
I exhaled, relaxed a bit.
"Feel pleasure."
And I tensed back up! We kept going like that, my mind having him do everything from biting my neck to outright fucking me, hard.
Then I heard my roommate come back from work.
"You've gone quiet," AmHypnotic noted.
"Yeah," I said, biting my lip. "I'm trying to control myself, lest my roommate hear me. I mean, I did turn on the fan in the other room, but I've been being kinda loud." And I can be quiet when I moan, or at least, I can be quiet-ish. Muffled. If I have to be.
"I think you can feel yourself losing control, though..." he started. "Feel pleasure."
I whimpered.
"That's right... give in to it. Submit to it. Surrender. Feel pleasure."
My roommate's hearing ability was the last thing on my mind at this point. I was in a wonderful, loud, mindless haze, feeling all my favorite sensations and hearing a sexy hypnotist say all my favorite words. It was fucking amazing. /understatement
After a little while, he made me come, which was, you know, hot. :p And then he made me come again, but told me to be totally relaxed during it. That was interesting. I kind of felt like I was floating underwater, except the water flowing around me was the waves of my very drawn-out orgasm. It was nice, but when it ended, I decided I liked the tense-and-thrashy kind of orgasm better.
"Yeah, you're prone to squirming, huh?"
"Yeah, but no, when I'm coming, I thrash."
He chuckled.
"Playing with you is fun," I said, very happy, a big subby grin on my face.
We chatted for a bit about this terrible, terrible documentary on BDSM we watched the other night. It's titled Fetishes, and it's on hulu, if you're stateside and curious. It's mostly about this one professional dungeon in New York City, but it never goes into detail about the other facts of BDSM, despite presenting itself as a Thorough Documentary On BDSM (I mean, the social scene is pretty different, hello). The narrator/documentor also does various stupid things like interrupting people when they're answering his questions, fucking up BDSM terminology ("the submissives are called slaves,"), only showing negotiation once, and interviewing people mid-scene. Mid-scene!
"Seriously, I mean, you've heard me, there's nooo way I could say anything cogent about BDSM in this mindset, " I said, smirking.
" 'BDSM is, like, fun, and... stuff!' " AmHypnotic mocked.
I giggled, then started, because I could hear my phone ringing across the room.
"Something you need to get?"
"Yeah, sorry, I should see who it is, be right back."
He waited patiently (or impatiently, I'm not sure :p), 'till I got back and put my headset back on. "Speaking of giving interviews," I said. "That was my mother."
Not the first time she's called me in the midst of sex, or kink, but what timing, right? I was pretty amused.
Then, let's see.. in the notes I jotted down for myself, after my mom called I have "definitely a big blank space" written, which I'm pretty sure means this was when he gave me the "chant mantra when blogging" suggestions that I detailed at the beginning of this post. After that we were pretty much done for the night. I asked for the time, and he said it had only been an hour. "Jeez, I lose time like woah," I said.
"Did you feel like we did more stuff, or that time flew by, or what?" AmHypnotic asked.
"Um... the amount of stuff we did tonight, it just feels like they should've taken up more time," I replied. Which, you know, can't complain, it means I have more free time!
Anyhow, that's it for this post. Tomorrow's the New England Hypnosis Group's play party at the Society, which I will be attending. I am really, really excited for it, seriously, I am going to be all distracted at work today, thinking about all the kinky shit I'll be getting up to in 24 hours. :D
* I have been making SO MANY terrible, terrible puns lately, without trying at all. I kind of feel like somebody's hypnotized me to make all these puns, but I don't seem to recall anything of the sort... ;)
Thursday, August 19, 2010
There Are Mindfucks Afoot
...and something tells me I'm not going to be able to properly write a post about it until I post.
It's like, I know there's something I have to do, and I know what it is, somewhere, but if I try to verbalize it or think about it it gets all fuzzy, or I go into a very light trance, and my writing skills are shot. Er, I mean, I'm not trying to write about the stuff I'm supposed to not remember, but it feels like even if I try to write about the parts I do remember, I definitely go under just a touch, and I am not at all capable of writing in that kind of mindset. You can see how rambly this post is.
so uh, here goes.
It's like, I know there's something I have to do, and I know what it is, somewhere, but if I try to verbalize it or think about it it gets all fuzzy, or I go into a very light trance, and my writing skills are shot. Er, I mean, I'm not trying to write about the stuff I'm supposed to not remember, but it feels like even if I try to write about the parts I do remember, I definitely go under just a touch, and I am not at all capable of writing in that kind of mindset. You can see how rambly this post is.
so uh, here goes.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Craving
If I'm reading a story that has an induction in it, I'm either masturbating to it, or reading along to see if it puts me under. I almost always do the former, but sometimes I'm just overwhelmed with this desire to feel hypnotized, this burning need to be made mindless and obedient and sleepy, and the type of porn I'm into generally fits the bill.
After experiencing actual hypnosis and control from a 'tist who knows what he's doing, I'm feeling like that, but moreso. Not constantly, but if I get to thinking about it too much, or even if I start reading stories to distract me, I get, er, distracted with thoughts of things I'd like to have him do to me.
It's not unlike the way I felt about sex that one time when I was ovulating, actually. But when my focus is hypnosis it has much more of a submissive, begging kind of quality to it; it's less of a sexually agressive feeling.
In any case, it's not like I'm not going to get my wishes. AmHypnotic and I have done some negotiation for further play, and that will probably happen over skype later this week. And of course, there's the hypno play party this saturday, which I am super excited for!
But it's only tuesday! sigh!
After experiencing actual hypnosis and control from a 'tist who knows what he's doing, I'm feeling like that, but moreso. Not constantly, but if I get to thinking about it too much, or even if I start reading stories to distract me, I get, er, distracted with thoughts of things I'd like to have him do to me.
It's not unlike the way I felt about sex that one time when I was ovulating, actually. But when my focus is hypnosis it has much more of a submissive, begging kind of quality to it; it's less of a sexually agressive feeling.
In any case, it's not like I'm not going to get my wishes. AmHypnotic and I have done some negotiation for further play, and that will probably happen over skype later this week. And of course, there's the hypno play party this saturday, which I am super excited for!
But it's only tuesday! sigh!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Vignettes
A few sexy details I couldn't fit into the other two posts:
AmHypnotic was familiar with my past difficulties with speaking while in trance, so he got around it in a few clever ways, as I've mentioned: he suggested that hearing my voice while under would make me go deeper (which was good, because half the problem was feeling like I was waking up if I spoke), but he also asked how I felt about hearing my own voice when I was out. Sleepily concise, I only replied "it's hot..." and probably squirmed a little. Knowing that, he saw fit to include it into my re-induction trigger: when triggered, I go under and then say "I am deeply hypnotized."
Aaah, yeah, it's really hot even typing that.
He also did this useful trick that I noticed him using on both myself and Sluttydee: when putting us under, after our eyes have closed and our heads have started to tip, he'd grab our chins and gently tug our heads down. Not only do I find chin-grabbing pretty hot, but having my head being forcibly moved downward seemed to intensify the sense that I was going deeply into trance, and made going under easy.
AmHypnotic was familiar with my past difficulties with speaking while in trance, so he got around it in a few clever ways, as I've mentioned: he suggested that hearing my voice while under would make me go deeper (which was good, because half the problem was feeling like I was waking up if I spoke), but he also asked how I felt about hearing my own voice when I was out. Sleepily concise, I only replied "it's hot..." and probably squirmed a little. Knowing that, he saw fit to include it into my re-induction trigger: when triggered, I go under and then say "I am deeply hypnotized."
Aaah, yeah, it's really hot even typing that.
He also did this useful trick that I noticed him using on both myself and Sluttydee: when putting us under, after our eyes have closed and our heads have started to tip, he'd grab our chins and gently tug our heads down. Not only do I find chin-grabbing pretty hot, but having my head being forcibly moved downward seemed to intensify the sense that I was going deeply into trance, and made going under easy.
Fun with an experienced 'tist, part 2
When last we left, our intrepid protagonists were feeling extremely satisfied with the current state of affairs! And about to get more satisfied.
AmHypnotic poked me. "You have sex hair, a little bit, there."
"I feel like I ought to have sex hair!" I replied, laughing.
"How would you feel about an orgasm trigger?"
I don't remember my exact words, but I believe they were to the effect of "fuck yeah!"
So he did that, wording it carefully so that I wouldn't get too overloaded. We didn't test it just then; rather, having recovered somewhat from the afterglow of my two previous orgasms, I decided I needed to find a bathroom and drink some water. Both are things I tend to need after an orgasm, reinforcing the fact that it was real (squee!).
We found Sluttydee, who in turn had found birthday spankings and someone to put her in a harness, and water was had all around. I was immensely amused by the use of red plastic cups, you know, the kind that normally contain gratuitous amounts of alcohol at frat parties...of course, at the Society, there was only water, no alcohol allowed, and the cups were probably the most vanilla thing in the building. We watched some other folk scene for a bit, and Dee and I gushed about hypnotically-induced orgasms (yes yes hur hur hur), then went back to the room we'd been in before.
"I have an idea," Dee announced. "You should sit here--" she patted a big stuffed chair across from the couch, and nodded to AmHypnotic "--and try to put us both under at once!"
"Okay," AmHypnotic replied. "any ideas after that?"
I looked at Dee, and we both kinda shrugged. "You're the top!" I said, half-joking, half-serious. "That's your job, to come up with ideas!"
I was actually pretty interested to see how he was going to put us under using the same induction, but instead he bantered a bit with Sluttydee (while I giggled), then put us under individually and quickly, one right after the other. I wasn't too disappointed ;)
Then he set up a suggestion that my touch on Dee would feel twice as pleasurable to her, and vice-versa, making sure to clarify it for us. He asked if we understood, and I heard Dee intone on my left: "How does Arel feel about this?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "Dee's hot, I'm bi, it's all good," I remember saying, which is definitely not the sort of thing I would've said if I wasn't in trance (I probably would've said "fine" or "yes" and left it at that). This amuses me.
Anyhow, AmHypnotic set the suggestion in place and woke us up, and Dee and I kind of looked at each other. I told her quickly about my neck, so as to give her exactly the right ideas, and this is where it gets fuzzy again... We started out with light touches on not-particularly-erogenous areas; arms and legs and such. Then I think she moved up to my neck, and suddenly AmHypnotic was sitting on my other side, telling her about the suggestion he'd given me about my hands... which, I realized, was back in effect now that we were back in the right room...! And then they were both going at my hands and it felt so, so, so good...
At one point, they were both pressing the center of my hands, and my brain registered that as both of them fingering me at once, and I tried to verbalize my train of thought, which was, "But that's physically impossible! It feels incredible, but what! How!" * but it came out more like "but thaa.... ahhh ohh....oh god" until Dee stopped and asked what I was trying to say. I remember both of them being pleased/amused/aroused by my particular talent for getting incoherent and melty. **
She didn't stop for long, though, and I was again completely awash in these over-the-top wonderful, pleasurable sensations. Then AmHypnotic used my orgasm trigger, and I was coming so freaking hard, and then and then and then. I got to catch my breath.
"I'm so glad I came, literally and, uh, literally," I said, and everyone snerked. But it was accurate, right? I didn't have a figurative orgasm, I had real ones. :D
And then it was Sluttydee's turn. I'd, ah, never been with a girl before, so mentally I was kind of like "I get to touch?? really?!" And touch I did. I was having fun with her now twice-as-sensitive breasts, and legs, and AmHypnotic had put his hand around her throat, and she moaned, "oh, I'm getting all my favorite things at once!" And we played with her a little more, until she kind of gasped "I think you should trigger me," and that's exactly what AmHypnotic did. It was pretty hot, seeing her come.
"Well, I don't think it's gonna get any better than this," I said after a few minutes, "So I'd best head out." And in truth, it was 11, and I wanted to be home and in bed around midnight. *** So they walked me to the door and gave me hugs, and home I went, grateful that no comments had been made about how early I liked to go to sleep. And, well, grateful for a few other things. ;p
*of course, it occurs to me now that it would indeed be physically possible to have two people fingering a person at once, but uh, I bet it would feel different.
** Actually, I was impressed by how completely incoherent they were making me. Generally, I can kind of ignore sensory input from my genitals if I desire, and I can almost always cut through the pleasure to form a sentence if I really want to. I just usually don't want to, because being incoherent is really fucking hot. But yeah, they actually made me interrupt myself with moaning. Which was completely and utterly sexy.
*** I kind of have a feeling that DrSlashBlight is gonna comment and be all "you'd better stay later than that for the hypno play night!" And yes, yes, I am hoping to find somebody who can drive home next weekend, so I can stay later. Or, failing that, I will simply consume an energy drink and weep later about my horrid sleep hygiene. While, you know, simultaneously having a big grin on my face because I'm getting tranced left and right.
AmHypnotic poked me. "You have sex hair, a little bit, there."
"I feel like I ought to have sex hair!" I replied, laughing.
"How would you feel about an orgasm trigger?"
I don't remember my exact words, but I believe they were to the effect of "fuck yeah!"
So he did that, wording it carefully so that I wouldn't get too overloaded. We didn't test it just then; rather, having recovered somewhat from the afterglow of my two previous orgasms, I decided I needed to find a bathroom and drink some water. Both are things I tend to need after an orgasm, reinforcing the fact that it was real (squee!).
We found Sluttydee, who in turn had found birthday spankings and someone to put her in a harness, and water was had all around. I was immensely amused by the use of red plastic cups, you know, the kind that normally contain gratuitous amounts of alcohol at frat parties...of course, at the Society, there was only water, no alcohol allowed, and the cups were probably the most vanilla thing in the building. We watched some other folk scene for a bit, and Dee and I gushed about hypnotically-induced orgasms (yes yes hur hur hur), then went back to the room we'd been in before.
"I have an idea," Dee announced. "You should sit here--" she patted a big stuffed chair across from the couch, and nodded to AmHypnotic "--and try to put us both under at once!"
"Okay," AmHypnotic replied. "any ideas after that?"
I looked at Dee, and we both kinda shrugged. "You're the top!" I said, half-joking, half-serious. "That's your job, to come up with ideas!"
I was actually pretty interested to see how he was going to put us under using the same induction, but instead he bantered a bit with Sluttydee (while I giggled), then put us under individually and quickly, one right after the other. I wasn't too disappointed ;)
Then he set up a suggestion that my touch on Dee would feel twice as pleasurable to her, and vice-versa, making sure to clarify it for us. He asked if we understood, and I heard Dee intone on my left: "How does Arel feel about this?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "Dee's hot, I'm bi, it's all good," I remember saying, which is definitely not the sort of thing I would've said if I wasn't in trance (I probably would've said "fine" or "yes" and left it at that). This amuses me.
Anyhow, AmHypnotic set the suggestion in place and woke us up, and Dee and I kind of looked at each other. I told her quickly about my neck, so as to give her exactly the right ideas, and this is where it gets fuzzy again... We started out with light touches on not-particularly-erogenous areas; arms and legs and such. Then I think she moved up to my neck, and suddenly AmHypnotic was sitting on my other side, telling her about the suggestion he'd given me about my hands... which, I realized, was back in effect now that we were back in the right room...! And then they were both going at my hands and it felt so, so, so good...
At one point, they were both pressing the center of my hands, and my brain registered that as both of them fingering me at once, and I tried to verbalize my train of thought, which was, "But that's physically impossible! It feels incredible, but what! How!" * but it came out more like "but thaa.... ahhh ohh....oh god" until Dee stopped and asked what I was trying to say. I remember both of them being pleased/amused/aroused by my particular talent for getting incoherent and melty. **
She didn't stop for long, though, and I was again completely awash in these over-the-top wonderful, pleasurable sensations. Then AmHypnotic used my orgasm trigger, and I was coming so freaking hard, and then and then and then. I got to catch my breath.
"I'm so glad I came, literally and, uh, literally," I said, and everyone snerked. But it was accurate, right? I didn't have a figurative orgasm, I had real ones. :D
And then it was Sluttydee's turn. I'd, ah, never been with a girl before, so mentally I was kind of like "I get to touch?? really?!" And touch I did. I was having fun with her now twice-as-sensitive breasts, and legs, and AmHypnotic had put his hand around her throat, and she moaned, "oh, I'm getting all my favorite things at once!" And we played with her a little more, until she kind of gasped "I think you should trigger me," and that's exactly what AmHypnotic did. It was pretty hot, seeing her come.
"Well, I don't think it's gonna get any better than this," I said after a few minutes, "So I'd best head out." And in truth, it was 11, and I wanted to be home and in bed around midnight. *** So they walked me to the door and gave me hugs, and home I went, grateful that no comments had been made about how early I liked to go to sleep. And, well, grateful for a few other things. ;p
*of course, it occurs to me now that it would indeed be physically possible to have two people fingering a person at once, but uh, I bet it would feel different.
** Actually, I was impressed by how completely incoherent they were making me. Generally, I can kind of ignore sensory input from my genitals if I desire, and I can almost always cut through the pleasure to form a sentence if I really want to. I just usually don't want to, because being incoherent is really fucking hot. But yeah, they actually made me interrupt myself with moaning. Which was completely and utterly sexy.
*** I kind of have a feeling that DrSlashBlight is gonna comment and be all "you'd better stay later than that for the hypno play night!" And yes, yes, I am hoping to find somebody who can drive home next weekend, so I can stay later. Or, failing that, I will simply consume an energy drink and weep later about my horrid sleep hygiene. While, you know, simultaneously having a big grin on my face because I'm getting tranced left and right.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Fun with an experienced 'tist, part 1
So, saturday night, it was the same sort of thing, only moreso and with different kinks. I got home from work, showered in a hurry, put on a hot outfit and drove an hour to The Society in Connecticut. I was going there for the munch and play night; to meet and, barring extenuating circumstances, play with one Amhypnotic and his play partner Sluttydee.
Certain friends of mine tried to convince me to go to the drive-in with them, saying things like "seeing Inception with us will be more fun!" But like was like "no way man, I've already seen Inception, and I'm getting hypnotized tonight."
So, I found the place alright, after calling the aforementioned friends to be all "I'm on a sketchy street and there's no signs for the Society, am I in the right place??"
I was. I caught a short, first-timers-to-the-dungeon presentation, then ate some dinner with Amhypnotic and Sluttydee and others at the munch, and then we wandered off to play. There was a room in the back with a bar and some soft lighting and several big, comfy couches that looked, to me, ideal for tranced-out people to sit on. Or lie in various compromising positions on ;)
Amhypnotic put Sluttydee under first, while I watched. I didn't go under that time myself because 1) he did it very quickly, and 2) they were very quiet! (and, 3, I didn't want to go under yet, and he wasn't trying to put me under) I was sitting right next to Amhypnotic, but I had to strain to make out any of his words. Though I did hear Sluttydee saying "yes, sir" very softly every so often, which was really hot.
He told her that she wouldn't be able to see or hear me, that I had gotten up to check out other parts of the Space, but that she would be able to feel me if I touched her. He woke her up, and I had fun poking her with my apparently-cold hands for a bit, but I'm a poor top and not sadistic in any sense of the word, so he put her back under and removed that suggestion.
When he woke her back up, he played with her freeze trigger, which led to Dee saying "I feel like a barbie...wasn't there some kind of life-size one?" And I laughed. "Oh, god, we had a my-size barbie growing up, and my catholic, vanilla, no-sex-before-marriage sister would be horrified to hear me talking about that in a dungeon." They laughed.
I might tell her anyways, actually, she knows I'm into kinky sex, she just doesn't know the details. And it might amuse her.
Anyways! Dee left to go find spankings and rope and a top to do both, which left me and Amhypnotic alone on the comfy couch. "You should put me under," I said, "and give me a trigger to put me back under quickly, and wake me up. Simple stuff to start with." He agreed, and I got into my best hypno-subject position: feet flat on the floor, sitting up straight, palms on lap (to be as comfortable as possible after getting as relaxed as possible, of course).
He did an eye-focus induction, which felt quick, but I lose time in trance, so I can't be sure. I would write out the induction, but I sure as hell don't remember the exact wording he used! XD I can say that he is very good at what he does. Nice soft voice, nice cadence and pacing, excellent safety measures, excellent pandering to the particular bits of my hypnofetish that I'd shared with him. Oh, and he was also stroking my arm the whole time, which was a welcome distraction for my busy mind. Well, previously busy mind. ;)
So, I was under. Longtime readers of this blog will know that I have been no good at talking once I'm out, right? He fixed that by giving me a suggestion that not only would I be able to speak clearly, but that hearing my voice talking while in trance would make me go deeper. And good god, hearing my voice while I'm under is hot as hell. It's all soft and trance-y, and when I'm under I only ever talk when I'm told to, so there's a delicious overtone of obedience there. Seriously. Hot.
He gave me a re-induction trigger with the standard precautions: prefaced it with my name, keyed only to him, and he added that I wouldn't go under unless I was "in a position to do so," which I interpreted as both physically and mentally/emotionally/consensually.
Then he woke me back up, and I am going to take this moment to gush about how nice it is to have a 'tist who knows how to wake you up properly! I am totally capable of waking myself up, but I'm always kind of groggy afterwards, and it ruins the illusion that the top has control over me. I particularly liked the cue Amhypnotic used: his Voice is really quiet, much quieter than his normal speaking voice, so when he's waking you up, he gradually has his voice get louder (or fades his Voice, I spose), so at "five" you can't help but be back and awake. It's awesome.
We decided the next thing we'd do would be to turn up sensation on my skin. And, well, I figured we'd see what happens, but I suspect Amhypnotic had a different outlook. :p I was skeptical, but it totally worked! I told him that my neck was a major erogenous zone for me already, and after he'd turned it up I was writhing around from him just stroking it. It was soooo nice. And hot.
After that, we tried some hallucinated bondage. This was interesting! My attitude towards it was "sounds like fun, if you can pull it off!" not because I was all "ha, prove him wrong" but because my experience with hallucinations has been lackluster, to say the least. He put me under and tied my wrists together with imaginary rope, and tied some sort of... it wasn't really a harness, more like he just tied a rope around my arms and torso, such that I couldn't move my arms or hands much. I remember thinking, vaguely, as he was describing the ties, that such-and-such a tie might not be the best idea, but I went along with it anyways, because it was hypnotic bondage, and the possibilities were limitless. Kind of like being in a dream, where weird shit's happening, but it makes total sense to you at the time. He suggested that I would see, feel, and hear the rope-- "well, inasmuch as you can hear rope. You can hear it rubbing against your clothes, can't you?" he grabbed my wrist and rubbed it over my dress, and I nodded. "good girl."
He woke me up, and I looked down at my hands, kind of dazed. "Well, I can't see it, but, uh, I sure can feel it." I tried to move my wrists around, and I couldn't move them very far apart. "This is so wacky! It's like my disbelief is really, really really really really suspended!"
(awake I might've been, but able to make intelligent statements, apparently not!)
He put me back under and removed the bondage, then woke me up and had me move around to show that the ropes were indeed gone. Then he asked how I felt about turning my hands into a proxy for my pussy. I was all for it (I mean really), though I added "good luck!" and he scoffed at me. "'Good luck'? Good luck with the sensations? Good luck with the bondage? You're better at this stuff than you thought you were." Annnd back under I went.
I was impressed at how he manifested it, and how readily the suggestions took. He started with, "well, you haven't felt my hands playing with your pussy yet, but you can remember others', how good it feels, can't you?" and I nodded and squirmed a little. I think he had me remember about those sorts of sensations a little more, then, to the best of my memory, he went right into "if I touch your palm more lightly, it will feel like more of a teasing sensation, and if I touch it harder, it will feel like I'm touching you more directly..." And he put some safety stuff on it, of course; if I left the room it would no longer work, and after he turned it off it would no longer work.
(for the record: my memories are not fuzzy because we were doing any amnesia-play. They're fuzzy mostly because I am short on sleep, and also the exact words a 'tist uses are not something I generally remember. This is to say, I'm a little fuzzy on details for normal reasons, not unethical or nonconsensual ones.)
So then the real fun started. He woke me up, and shook my hand, obviously amused. "Hi, how're you doing?"
I moaned.
Then he picked up my hands and put them palm-to-palm. "Hm, what does this do?"
I frowned, and squirmed a little, trying to figure it out. "Well, I mean, I guess it'd be like I'm masturbating, right? It... feels... really good." I said, getting melty because he'd moved on to gently stroking around the outside of my palm. "Tease."
"Yes, but you want me to tease you, don't you." Was it just me, or did his voice get just a touch softer? "You love being teased, don't you." He pressed hard on the center of my palm, and I became a small puddle of yes-yes-yeses.
It was an.... interesting sensation, having touch on my hand evoke sensations and reactions the same as someone touching my pussy. It, I, yeah, I'm not even sure I can describe it accurately, other than it felt fucking good and was ridiculous amounts of hot. My subconscious assigned general teasing sensations to any light touch anywhere on my palm, per the suggestion, but then it seemed to take some liberties. A feeling like my clit was being stroked had been assigned to the perimeter of my palm, and a feeling that I was being fingered perfectly had been assigned to the center of it.
I don't know if I've mentioned this on this blog before, but I have some mild performance anxiety with regards to coming in front of other people, including sexual partners. This is compounded by my hypnofetish; I can't really get off unless mind control is in there somewhere. This has resulted in me being able to get myself off just fine (porn!), but no other person has been able to. I mentioned this to Amhypnotic earlier: I didn't object to coming in front of him or Sluttydee, I just didn't think it was likely.
So, back to the couch. Amhypnotic was having a smashing time playing with my hands, and I was having just as much, if not more, fun than he was. It's all kind of a haze of pleasure in my mind, but I remember it feeling really, brain-meltingly, good. I was shuddering a lot, and then he started stroking around and in the center of my palm harder, working into a rhythm, and everything started to feel more tense, and then suddenly suddenly suddenly! I was coming, I was definitely coming, holy shit, holy shit, woah.
He let me catch my breath for a minute, then gave me another orgasm. I slumped over onto him for a minute, all afterglow and subspace, then started babbling. I believe my exact first words were: "I am totally floored... except I'm sitting on a couch, so I'm not!" (again, awake, yes; coherent, no, hehehe)
Like, no! I wasn't sure I was capable of that sort of thing! It was incredible! It felt different than it does when I'm using my hands, but it was similar enough that I can say for certain it was real. Just, ah! Wow!
And we weren't done for the night yet, but I'm going to have to continue this later...
Certain friends of mine tried to convince me to go to the drive-in with them, saying things like "seeing Inception with us will be more fun!" But like was like "no way man, I've already seen Inception, and I'm getting hypnotized tonight."
So, I found the place alright, after calling the aforementioned friends to be all "I'm on a sketchy street and there's no signs for the Society, am I in the right place??"
I was. I caught a short, first-timers-to-the-dungeon presentation, then ate some dinner with Amhypnotic and Sluttydee and others at the munch, and then we wandered off to play. There was a room in the back with a bar and some soft lighting and several big, comfy couches that looked, to me, ideal for tranced-out people to sit on. Or lie in various compromising positions on ;)
Amhypnotic put Sluttydee under first, while I watched. I didn't go under that time myself because 1) he did it very quickly, and 2) they were very quiet! (and, 3, I didn't want to go under yet, and he wasn't trying to put me under) I was sitting right next to Amhypnotic, but I had to strain to make out any of his words. Though I did hear Sluttydee saying "yes, sir" very softly every so often, which was really hot.
He told her that she wouldn't be able to see or hear me, that I had gotten up to check out other parts of the Space, but that she would be able to feel me if I touched her. He woke her up, and I had fun poking her with my apparently-cold hands for a bit, but I'm a poor top and not sadistic in any sense of the word, so he put her back under and removed that suggestion.
When he woke her back up, he played with her freeze trigger, which led to Dee saying "I feel like a barbie...wasn't there some kind of life-size one?" And I laughed. "Oh, god, we had a my-size barbie growing up, and my catholic, vanilla, no-sex-before-marriage sister would be horrified to hear me talking about that in a dungeon." They laughed.
I might tell her anyways, actually, she knows I'm into kinky sex, she just doesn't know the details. And it might amuse her.
Anyways! Dee left to go find spankings and rope and a top to do both, which left me and Amhypnotic alone on the comfy couch. "You should put me under," I said, "and give me a trigger to put me back under quickly, and wake me up. Simple stuff to start with." He agreed, and I got into my best hypno-subject position: feet flat on the floor, sitting up straight, palms on lap (to be as comfortable as possible after getting as relaxed as possible, of course).
He did an eye-focus induction, which felt quick, but I lose time in trance, so I can't be sure. I would write out the induction, but I sure as hell don't remember the exact wording he used! XD I can say that he is very good at what he does. Nice soft voice, nice cadence and pacing, excellent safety measures, excellent pandering to the particular bits of my hypnofetish that I'd shared with him. Oh, and he was also stroking my arm the whole time, which was a welcome distraction for my busy mind. Well, previously busy mind. ;)
So, I was under. Longtime readers of this blog will know that I have been no good at talking once I'm out, right? He fixed that by giving me a suggestion that not only would I be able to speak clearly, but that hearing my voice talking while in trance would make me go deeper. And good god, hearing my voice while I'm under is hot as hell. It's all soft and trance-y, and when I'm under I only ever talk when I'm told to, so there's a delicious overtone of obedience there. Seriously. Hot.
He gave me a re-induction trigger with the standard precautions: prefaced it with my name, keyed only to him, and he added that I wouldn't go under unless I was "in a position to do so," which I interpreted as both physically and mentally/emotionally/consensually.
Then he woke me back up, and I am going to take this moment to gush about how nice it is to have a 'tist who knows how to wake you up properly! I am totally capable of waking myself up, but I'm always kind of groggy afterwards, and it ruins the illusion that the top has control over me. I particularly liked the cue Amhypnotic used: his Voice is really quiet, much quieter than his normal speaking voice, so when he's waking you up, he gradually has his voice get louder (or fades his Voice, I spose), so at "five" you can't help but be back and awake. It's awesome.
We decided the next thing we'd do would be to turn up sensation on my skin. And, well, I figured we'd see what happens, but I suspect Amhypnotic had a different outlook. :p I was skeptical, but it totally worked! I told him that my neck was a major erogenous zone for me already, and after he'd turned it up I was writhing around from him just stroking it. It was soooo nice. And hot.
After that, we tried some hallucinated bondage. This was interesting! My attitude towards it was "sounds like fun, if you can pull it off!" not because I was all "ha, prove him wrong" but because my experience with hallucinations has been lackluster, to say the least. He put me under and tied my wrists together with imaginary rope, and tied some sort of... it wasn't really a harness, more like he just tied a rope around my arms and torso, such that I couldn't move my arms or hands much. I remember thinking, vaguely, as he was describing the ties, that such-and-such a tie might not be the best idea, but I went along with it anyways, because it was hypnotic bondage, and the possibilities were limitless. Kind of like being in a dream, where weird shit's happening, but it makes total sense to you at the time. He suggested that I would see, feel, and hear the rope-- "well, inasmuch as you can hear rope. You can hear it rubbing against your clothes, can't you?" he grabbed my wrist and rubbed it over my dress, and I nodded. "good girl."
He woke me up, and I looked down at my hands, kind of dazed. "Well, I can't see it, but, uh, I sure can feel it." I tried to move my wrists around, and I couldn't move them very far apart. "This is so wacky! It's like my disbelief is really, really really really really suspended!"
(awake I might've been, but able to make intelligent statements, apparently not!)
He put me back under and removed the bondage, then woke me up and had me move around to show that the ropes were indeed gone. Then he asked how I felt about turning my hands into a proxy for my pussy. I was all for it (I mean really), though I added "good luck!" and he scoffed at me. "'Good luck'? Good luck with the sensations? Good luck with the bondage? You're better at this stuff than you thought you were." Annnd back under I went.
I was impressed at how he manifested it, and how readily the suggestions took. He started with, "well, you haven't felt my hands playing with your pussy yet, but you can remember others', how good it feels, can't you?" and I nodded and squirmed a little. I think he had me remember about those sorts of sensations a little more, then, to the best of my memory, he went right into "if I touch your palm more lightly, it will feel like more of a teasing sensation, and if I touch it harder, it will feel like I'm touching you more directly..." And he put some safety stuff on it, of course; if I left the room it would no longer work, and after he turned it off it would no longer work.
(for the record: my memories are not fuzzy because we were doing any amnesia-play. They're fuzzy mostly because I am short on sleep, and also the exact words a 'tist uses are not something I generally remember. This is to say, I'm a little fuzzy on details for normal reasons, not unethical or nonconsensual ones.)
So then the real fun started. He woke me up, and shook my hand, obviously amused. "Hi, how're you doing?"
I moaned.
Then he picked up my hands and put them palm-to-palm. "Hm, what does this do?"
I frowned, and squirmed a little, trying to figure it out. "Well, I mean, I guess it'd be like I'm masturbating, right? It... feels... really good." I said, getting melty because he'd moved on to gently stroking around the outside of my palm. "Tease."
"Yes, but you want me to tease you, don't you." Was it just me, or did his voice get just a touch softer? "You love being teased, don't you." He pressed hard on the center of my palm, and I became a small puddle of yes-yes-yeses.
It was an.... interesting sensation, having touch on my hand evoke sensations and reactions the same as someone touching my pussy. It, I, yeah, I'm not even sure I can describe it accurately, other than it felt fucking good and was ridiculous amounts of hot. My subconscious assigned general teasing sensations to any light touch anywhere on my palm, per the suggestion, but then it seemed to take some liberties. A feeling like my clit was being stroked had been assigned to the perimeter of my palm, and a feeling that I was being fingered perfectly had been assigned to the center of it.
I don't know if I've mentioned this on this blog before, but I have some mild performance anxiety with regards to coming in front of other people, including sexual partners. This is compounded by my hypnofetish; I can't really get off unless mind control is in there somewhere. This has resulted in me being able to get myself off just fine (porn!), but no other person has been able to. I mentioned this to Amhypnotic earlier: I didn't object to coming in front of him or Sluttydee, I just didn't think it was likely.
So, back to the couch. Amhypnotic was having a smashing time playing with my hands, and I was having just as much, if not more, fun than he was. It's all kind of a haze of pleasure in my mind, but I remember it feeling really, brain-meltingly, good. I was shuddering a lot, and then he started stroking around and in the center of my palm harder, working into a rhythm, and everything started to feel more tense, and then suddenly suddenly suddenly! I was coming, I was definitely coming, holy shit, holy shit, woah.
He let me catch my breath for a minute, then gave me another orgasm. I slumped over onto him for a minute, all afterglow and subspace, then started babbling. I believe my exact first words were: "I am totally floored... except I'm sitting on a couch, so I'm not!" (again, awake, yes; coherent, no, hehehe)
Like, no! I wasn't sure I was capable of that sort of thing! It was incredible! It felt different than it does when I'm using my hands, but it was similar enough that I can say for certain it was real. Just, ah! Wow!
And we weren't done for the night yet, but I'm going to have to continue this later...
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