I'm not dead!

Really, I'm not, I've just had nothing to say. Until today, when he hypnotized me and we had sex and he woke me up in the middle of it and it was marvelous! He did everything right and it was wicked hot and he made me say things and do things and....

and it's all way too fuzzy for me to blog about it properly, for Nauzy has discovered the perfect way to make me forget things and is using this power for evil, not the good of our blog. :p

That said, what he does that works is: he tells me that I'll forget [contents of trance], and the only thing I'll remember is him telling me to forget. It works really well, and it's quite hot. I only have vague memories of today's sexiness because I was making mental notes to remember things he was doing right (to tell him, positive feedback and all that), and I was trying to remember stuff he said to masturbate to later. ;p

Ah well. Maybe he'll enlighten you.

Literal Hypno-Sex

So, what've we been up to lately? Mostly we've been trying to avoid people enough to properly hypnotize me for a couple hours: if it's not one person in the way, it's another. Fortunately, we found time and space this weekend. And if the stars align, in two weeks we'll be attending hypno-munch in Boston, organized by one DrSlashBlight who I'm sure is reading this (hi!). Pretty exciting.

We've been having a *lot* of sex lately, kinky or not, and believe it or not Nauzy lasts quite a while, sometimes to the point where I have to tell him to stop because I'm tired/finished/getting sore. This happened the other day, so we stopped and cuddled for a while. He was still very obviously very aroused, so I told him he was welcome to keep fucking me, as long as I was in trance for it (I suppose our dynamic's weird like that. How many subs give their doms permission to fuck them? :p). Anyhow, he did.

I have no idea how frequently this occurs in the hypnoerotic world, but I absolutely love it. Something about being... limp and having no responsibility whatsoever, whilst being overloaded with pleasure... can't quite put my finger on it. ;) If any of you guys do anything similar, let me know, because I don't think I've heard of it outside of fiction.

Other things we did, besides all the sex. I gave him a few suggestions (ha) on what might make me forget suggestions better: bringing me deeper before suggesting anything, bringing my attention to something sexy/distracting post-suggestion. And to some extent, they worked, though I keep having "aha" moments when I think about that trance. Though he never specifically told me to forget the suggestions, they're gradually fading. Doubtless my traitor brain will remember them clear as day when he chooses to use them, though. We'll see.

We have adopted a sparkly dangly shiny crystal-on-a-chain for object fixation, which has made me discover a most curious phenomenon: I am afraid of it. Not in a phobic way, but... he'll hold it up and dangle it next to his face when we're talking about something else, and I will feel afraid to watch it and will stridently stare at his face instead.

I told him what he ought to do is tell me to look at the crystal directly, instead of assuming I'll do it myself. As to why it scares me, though-- well, I think it ties into tho fetish-from-fear theory. Him hypnotizing me is kind of normal now, not so taboo in my mind, not so new, but crystals (even though they're hypnosis) are. And I find object fixation so very hot that it pushes the fear/arousal buttons harder, I guess.

Now I am truly rambling. :p Hopefully I will have more to blog about in less than a month!