I open my eyes. There’s a man lying across from me on the bed. I have no idea who he is.
He’s looking at me, with a slightly smug expression, like I’ve been making goofy sounds in my sleep.
But I don’t feel sleepy. Or hungover either. I’m wide awake; I notice that my body feels electric.
I’m
naked, lying on top of the sheets. Huh - he’s naked too. About half a
metre away. He has a nice body, definitely some muscles there, but it
doesn’t ring a bell. And… now I’m checking out his dick. It’s sort of
unfolding on its own. I feel my cheeks get hot and look away.
“Hi!” he says, and smiles. Nice beard, nice eyes…still nothin’.
“Hi…have we met?” I hear myself say.
“Pleased
to meet you!” he says, smiling wider and extending his hand. Are we
really doing this? “I’m Ben.” A nice solid grip in the handshake. I’m so
aware of his skin sliding on mine, and the warmth of his hand.
Now there’s a silence. He’s still looking at me.
He says, “Do you often find yourself naked in a hotel room with a stranger?”
It’s
a hotel room. Stripey couch and everything. I peek at the window - the
light around the edges of the blinds suggests noon. I’m in Italy, I
remember that.
He’s tracing a finger along my arm.
“Not really…I think…need…“
And
it’s hit me, all at once, like when a rollercoaster hits the first
downslope. I close the distance between us and press my naked body along
his. Suddenly it’s perfectly clear what my body is telling me: FUCK.
NOW.
And I’m kissing him, and I don’t recognize the taste.
But
this feels right. This is absolutely what I should be doing right now.
My only concern is getting as much of my skin touching his as possible.
And eating his face.
He unlocks from my lips. Well, I guess I needed to breathe eventually.
“I’ll
bet you’ve never done something like this in your life, have you.
You’re careful. You like to get to know someone first, and see if
there’s a connection.”
“That’s right.” Is he making fun of me?
The firmness I tried to put in my voice was probably undermined by the
grinding I was doing on his thigh.
“So you never knew what it felt like to feel that flash of lust, and then just go for it. To do something very dangerous. To smell the new smell, to feel a new cock inside you. To let a strange man just have you.”
“Uhh.” Fuck. I can barely hear him over the heat. I’m riding his leg faster.
He looks away.
“I’ll bet you have even more rules about who you let hypnotize you. You’d never agree to trance with a total stranger.”
That stops me. “Ok, that’s really a different thing, I mean there’s trust involved, I…”
He
wraps a chunk of my hair around his fist, and controls my head so that
I’m looking right in his face. All of a sudden his eyes are the only
thing I can see. It’s like the room lights were on a dimmer, that also
made his eyes brighter, and bigger than the ceiling. He’s probably
saying something, but I know I’m gone.
And a second later there’s
a snap and I’m back. I’m actually frustrated - tranceus interruptus.
He’s grinning and looking even more smug, across from me on the bed. “I
knew it. You’re kind of trance slut, aren’t you? You opened your legs
and your mind to a complete stranger, didn’t you? Who knows what trouble
your lust and sluttiness is going to get you into?”
I’d like to
construct an indignant comeback, but his fingers are doing incredible
things between my legs, and that goes so nicely with the post-trance
fuzziness. I’m pawing at his chest, and I hear myself gasp as my hand
finds his erection.
A thought finally bubbles up through the murk. “All this… is a post-hypnotic suggestion thing, right?”
He laughs out loud, although there’s a satisfying little hitch in his laugh as my finger circles around the head of his cock.
“Took
you long enough to figure out. You know prosopagnosia? That brain issue
where you can’t recognize people’s faces? That’s what I did to you,
except more so. And temporarily. We came here together, we are lovers,
and we’ve been playing hypnosis games like this for over a year. Does
that bring it back now?”
“…Not really. But I’m guessing that’s
your fault too.” Somehow while delivering this speech he’s managed to
maneuvre me onto my back with my legs over his shoulders. Normally I
need more of a warmup, but my body is telling me, I’m warm enough.
“Yep!”
He reaches down with confident touch, not quite in the style of any
lover my brain will let me recall, and gets me ready. “At any time, I
could snap my fingers and say ‘recognize’, and I’ll be back to good old
me. But this is more exciting right now, isn’t it?”
“Of course,”
he continues as he slides into me, “It’s also possible that I’m a
hypnotist who just stepped out of the front door of my hotel, saw a girl
on Via Tadino - UH - with an ass that made me horny as fuck, used my
little street - HUNH - hypnosis pickup routine on her, and her natural
curiosity and trance-sluttiness got her up here so I could - AH -
rewrite her thoughts.”
He slows down, agonizingly, and he’s watching me.
But all I’m doing is grinding my hips around, desperate to get more of him, faster. He holds my hands down to stop me wriggling.
“You don’t give a shit right now, do you.”
“Please. Just keep going. Please.” And the strange man, above me and inside me, does.
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theowlandthetanagersaid asked:
tuli69 answered:
I remember telling stories to my friend, when I was six or seven years old, of all the girls in our yard going to the forest at midnight to dance naked to my whistle and happily do everything I told them.
This sense of satisfaction and enjoyment I get from the well applied control of others has always been a part of me. I don’t think it arose from anywhere. It is me deep down at some fundamental level.
I learned of hypnosis back when I was a teenager through some UFO style (and level of credibility) documentaries, thought it was really interesting and hot, and that it is a pity that is doesn’t work.
Fast forward a few decades, and I meet a guy in a roleplaying convention who starts talking about hypnosis. I’m like hey what is this? This sounds really interesting, cool, and credible.
I really need to find out more. And so I did.
Loyal to my way, I bought half a dozen books on the topic, read them, and came back slightly wiser with an understanding that I’d never understand or get it until I learned to do it.
Finding my first hypnosis partner was surprisingly easy even though there’s no one else doing this in my city, no community, no events or any other support structures.
When I started learning with them, I found out the control hypnosis provides. The mutually agreed-upon consensual control is one of the most sexually gratifying things to do. It pushes all the right buttons for me when I’m topside. Control is at the center of my sexuality and hypnosis goes so well with it.
As for the subject side, you’ll have to ask me more about that once I get more experience being under - for now I can just say that playing with touch (I’m extremely sensitive to touch) could be awesome. I am a switch and there’s a lot of fun to explore.
I really hope to get some (or many!) chances to explore both sides of hypnosis at Charmed.
Stranger Danger (erotic hypnofiction)
He was captivated by this woman from the very first moment he saw her – nose in a book on the first floor of their campus library. She can’t have been younger than 30; he wondered to himself as he went to use the printers just what she was doing at the school. It wouldn’t be unheard of to go to college at an older age, but their university was largely dominated by late teens and 20-somethings, and while she was a very good looking woman, he was drawn to call her just that – *“woman”* – as a stark contrast to all of the “girls” that surrounded her.
He passed her on his way out the door, perhaps stole a bit too long of a look because she appeared to feel his gaze and flicked her eyes up to meet his.
Deep, dark, endless brown eyes, framed by thick, horn-rimmed glasses and wispy brunette bangs.
Lord have mercy, he was only 21; he couldn’t help the grip that that gaze took on his heart and body.
He blushed – blushed! – and walked across campus to his dorm with his tail between his legs.
–
He had the sense that he was passing her on his way to and from classes, but he was too nervous at this point to risk staring at someone to see if it happened to be the case. But he’d catch someone out of the corner of his eye with dark hair, or a blazer and a white button-down, or even just skin-clinging nylons and heels (if his head was down), and his heart would race again, and he’d remember those eyes.
They had burned themselves into his brain after that moment at the library. His body urged him to masturbate thinking about her piercing stare but each time he was able to refrain out of some bizarre fear that she would *find out*.
He knew it was ridiculous.
He was avoiding telling himself that it was getting out of hand until the night that he woke up in the early hours of the morning, choking off a moan as his cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of cum into his boxers all by itself… as the remnants of the dream trickled through his memory… horn-rimmed glasses; creamy, soft breasts; expert hands on his dick…
…And he felt so *guilty* that he wanted nothing more than to apologize.
–
After that, it was like she burned bright like a beacon every time he saw her in passing, reminding him of how he had defiled the memory of her in his dreams.
He knew exactly which classes she went to, he knew when she went to study at the library, he knew where she preferred to grab lunch and dinner. Despite himself, he had become obsessed with the idea of her. The confusing thing was that there was no concept of a personality there, and since that night he had expressly forbid himself from thinking of her nude, so she was only a sort of avatar to him, an image of something so precious, so untouchable, that his interest bordered on reverence.
Luckily, he never saw her with a man, neither arm in arm with a lover nor chatting flirtaciously with other students. She was always alone, and so his pristine view of her was never altered.
He suspected that she was noticing his attention; although he maintained distance, there were moments when she would look over to him and he would have to quickly look away. Other times, and perhaps this was proof of insanity, he was certain that she would bend extra low to allow her skirt to ride up while he watched, or bend over to expose the deep V of cleavage in her blouse… And only when he was watching most intently.
But those times made him feel dirty, like some common pervert, so although his cock did not seem to want to resist looking, he always, eventually, turned his glance away with a deep, crimson blush.
It got to the point where even in his private dorm, if thoughts of her crossed his mind, he was almost conditioned to feel heat in his cheeks and a twitch of his dick. He was worried about what would happen if he allowed his thoughts of her to meander down a path… So he resigned himself to the pattern of arousal, embarrassment, and chastisement. Over and over. Again and again.
…Surely, this was getting out of hand.
–
Everything came to a crashing halt one day when he saw her in the dining hall, and before he could turn tail and run away, she looked him squarely in the eyes, smiled, and beckoned for him.
His legs moved on their own to find a seat across from her. Cheeks bright red. Eyes down. Hands folded tight in his lap.
He heard the most beautiful sound; a deep, feminine laugh, but it only made him flinch.
Dimly, his mind began to question…
…Why was he behaving like this…
…This is not normal behavior…
…This woman would know that something is wrong…
…Why would she call him over unless…
…Unless…
…
Food had appeared in front of him and he snapped back to the present. It was the first time he was able to raise his face to meet hers.
A cold, sadistic smile was in her eyes. It was uncomfortable to look directly at them.
Her lips moved.
“Eat.”
He welcomed the release of his eyes and stared down at his plate. She must have gotten it for him at some point, but he couldn’t remember when.
He ate, and the absolute surrealism of the moment faded away into the background, and he stopped questioning.
It was easier to just obey her.
Time seemed to jump.
In between bites, his mouth, perhaps seeking some sort of absolution, decided to speak.
“I’m sorry.”
…What? Shut up, shut up shut up shut up –
“Oh?” she said, and his mind reeled again from just hearing her voice.
“…I had a dream about you.”
Shame gripped him tight in a vice, and confusion of why he couldn’t control himself… God no, what was happening…
“A naughty one, hmm?” She was grinning.
He felt his face flush bright red, and he bowed his head to escape her gaze. His heart pounded loud in his ears.
“That’s OK. It’s so good to think of me like that, isn’t it?” Suddenly the tone in her words was soothing, forgiving like a saint, and he felt himself relax as though he was only a passenger in his own body.
…It did feel good.
…Somewhere deep inside of himself, some tiny part still clinging to reason snapped him back to control.
With fearful eyes he looked up at her, and despite himself, his cock twitched in his pants.
“Who are you?” he whispered.
A grin snaked its way over her face, and with horror he found himself fixated on her lips as they moved.
“Who am I?” she said softly. “Why are you asking me that when you can’t even remember your own name?“
The world tilted. His heart thudded more. His mind reeled to try to refute her, prove her wrong, searching every part of himself…
…Nothing. There was nothing there.
…When the fuck was the last time he remembered his name?
As his mouth hung open, dumbfounded, she laughed, and the world went dark.
–
He was laying down on a bed, naked, sweaty, moaning. As his vision shifted into focus he saw her on top of him, nude, bouncing up and down, and his world swam again as he watched his cock disappear into her hot, wet cunt over and over and over.
“Wh-what…”
“Shhh,” she said. “Just enjoy this…”
Pleasure was overwhelming him, his cock couldn’t take much more of her squeezing and fucking… The lewd, loud sounds of sex filled the room.
“H-help… I can’t… Please…”
“No one is coming for you,” she husked out, and it seemed to excite her because her hips began pounding down on him with renewed energy. “You can’t even move. You can’t even scream.”
She was right. She was always right.
His cock was being so expertly fucked and pleasured that he had no choice but to wait for the inevitable, and he squeezed his eyes shut in terror, in pleasure, in the desire to escape…
“Look at me when your cock is inside me,” she commanded softly, moaning. His eyes snapped open and drank in the sight of her arching backwards, ample breasts rising and falling with her body. His cock twitched helplessly inside of her, ready to burst…
“Your name doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “My name doesn’t matter. *This –*” and she reached behind herself to squeeze his balls almost too tightly, “– is the only thing that matters right now.”
He moaned low and long and his hips began snapping up to meet hers as he got closer and closer…
“Cum for me. Cum for me.”
His body tensed hard as he thrust up into her one last time and felt his balls empty themselves deep, deep inside of her, and the pleasure seemed to wash even more of him away as he stared at the sight of her pussy drinking up the last of his cum.
She leaned forward over him, his sensitive cock still inside of her, and he felt fear once again as her face loomed over his.
“Sleep, and remember…”
Her finger tapped him square in the forehead, and his eyes fluttered and rolled back as he slipped away into trance.
–
(This is the spiritual sequel to Slow Burn, and my continued attempt to write believable frictions and connections between characters. Oh, and hot #gfd ;) )
@hypno-sandwich @theleeallure @zanythoughts @hypnokinkwithmrdream @digitalswitchgamine @dasade @cckitten78 @soundshypnotic
So sexy.
Stranger Danger (erotic hypnofiction)
He was captivated by this woman from the very first moment he saw her – nose in a book on the first floor of their campus library. She can’t have been younger than 30; he wondered to himself as he went to use the printers just what she was doing at the school. It wouldn’t be unheard of to go to college at an older age, but their university was largely dominated by late teens and 20-somethings, and while she was a very good looking woman, he was drawn to call her just that – *“woman”* – as a stark contrast to all of the “girls” that surrounded her.
He passed her on his way out the door, perhaps stole a bit too long of a look because she appeared to feel his gaze and flicked her eyes up to meet his.
Deep, dark, endless brown eyes, framed by thick, horn-rimmed glasses and wispy brunette bangs.
Lord have mercy, he was only 21; he couldn’t help the grip that that gaze took on his heart and body.
He blushed – blushed! – and walked across campus to his dorm with his tail between his legs.
–
He had the sense that he was passing her on his way to and from classes, but he was too nervous at this point to risk staring at someone to see if it happened to be the case. But he’d catch someone out of the corner of his eye with dark hair, or a blazer and a white button-down, or even just skin-clinging nylons and heels (if his head was down), and his heart would race again, and he’d remember those eyes.
They had burned themselves into his brain after that moment at the library. His body urged him to masturbate thinking about her piercing stare but each time he was able to refrain out of some bizarre fear that she would *find out*.
He knew it was ridiculous.
He was avoiding telling himself that it was getting out of hand until the night that he woke up in the early hours of the morning, choking off a moan as his cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of cum into his boxers all by itself… as the remnants of the dream trickled through his memory… horn-rimmed glasses; creamy, soft breasts; expert hands on his dick…
…And he felt so *guilty* that he wanted nothing more than to apologize.
–
After that, it was like she burned bright like a beacon every time he saw her in passing, reminding him of how he had defiled the memory of her in his dreams.
He knew exactly which classes she went to, he knew when she went to study at the library, he knew where she preferred to grab lunch and dinner. Despite himself, he had become obsessed with the idea of her. The confusing thing was that there was no concept of a personality there, and since that night he had expressly forbid himself from thinking of her nude, so she was only a sort of avatar to him, an image of something so precious, so untouchable, that his interest bordered on reverence.
Luckily, he never saw her with a man, neither arm in arm with a lover nor chatting flirtaciously with other students. She was always alone, and so his pristine view of her was never altered.
He suspected that she was noticing his attention; although he maintained distance, there were moments when she would look over to him and he would have to quickly look away. Other times, and perhaps this was proof of insanity, he was certain that she would bend extra low to allow her skirt to ride up while he watched, or bend over to expose the deep V of cleavage in her blouse… And only when he was watching most intently.
But those times made him feel dirty, like some common pervert, so although his cock did not seem to want to resist looking, he always, eventually, turned his glance away with a deep, crimson blush.
It got to the point where even in his private dorm, if thoughts of her crossed his mind, he was almost conditioned to feel heat in his cheeks and a twitch of his dick. He was worried about what would happen if he allowed his thoughts of her to meander down a path… So he resigned himself to the pattern of arousal, embarrassment, and chastisement. Over and over. Again and again.
…Surely, this was getting out of hand.
–
Everything came to a crashing halt one day when he saw her in the dining hall, and before he could turn tail and run away, she looked him squarely in the eyes, smiled, and beckoned for him.
His legs moved on their own to find a seat across from her. Cheeks bright red. Eyes down. Hands folded tight in his lap.
He heard the most beautiful sound; a deep, feminine laugh, but it only made him flinch.
Dimly, his mind began to question…
…Why was he behaving like this…
…This is not normal behavior…
…This woman would know that something is wrong…
…Why would she call him over unless…
…Unless…
…
Food had appeared in front of him and he snapped back to the present. It was the first time he was able to raise his face to meet hers.
A cold, sadistic smile was in her eyes. It was uncomfortable to look directly at them.
Her lips moved.
“Eat.”
He welcomed the release of his eyes and stared down at his plate. She must have gotten it for him at some point, but he couldn’t remember when.
He ate, and the absolute surrealism of the moment faded away into the background, and he stopped questioning.
It was easier to just obey her.
Time seemed to jump.
In between bites, his mouth, perhaps seeking some sort of absolution, decided to speak.
“I’m sorry.”
…What? Shut up, shut up shut up shut up –
“Oh?” she said, and his mind reeled again from just hearing her voice.
“…I had a dream about you.”
Shame gripped him tight in a vice, and confusion of why he couldn’t control himself… God no, what was happening…
“A naughty one, hmm?” She was grinning.
He felt his face flush bright red, and he bowed his head to escape her gaze. His heart pounded loud in his ears.
“That’s OK. It’s so good to think of me like that, isn’t it?” Suddenly the tone in her words was soothing, forgiving like a saint, and he felt himself relax as though he was only a passenger in his own body.
…It did feel good.
…Somewhere deep inside of himself, some tiny part still clinging to reason snapped him back to control.
With fearful eyes he looked up at her, and despite himself, his cock twitched in his pants.
“Who are you?” he whispered.
A grin snaked its way over her face, and with horror he found himself fixated on her lips as they moved.
“Who am I?” she said softly. “Why are you asking me that when you can’t even remember your own name?“
The world tilted. His heart thudded more. His mind reeled to try to refute her, prove her wrong, searching every part of himself…
…Nothing. There was nothing there.
…When the fuck was the last time he remembered his name?
As his mouth hung open, dumbfounded, she laughed, and the world went dark.
–
He was laying down on a bed, naked, sweaty, moaning. As his vision shifted into focus he saw her on top of him, nude, bouncing up and down, and his world swam again as he watched his cock disappear into her hot, wet cunt over and over and over.
"Wh-what…”
“Shhh,” she said. “Just enjoy this…”
Pleasure was overwhelming him, his cock couldn’t take much more of her squeezing and fucking… The lewd, loud sounds of sex filled the room.
“H-help… I can’t… Please…”
“No one is coming for you,” she husked out, and it seemed to excite her because her hips began pounding down on him with renewed energy. “You can’t even move. You can’t even scream.”
She was right. She was always right.
His cock was being so expertly fucked and pleasured that he had no choice but to wait for the inevitable, and he squeezed his eyes shut in terror, in pleasure, in the desire to escape…
“Look at me when your cock is inside me,” she commanded softly, moaning. His eyes snapped open and drank in the sight of her arching backwards, ample breasts rising and falling with her body. His cock twitched helplessly inside of her, ready to burst…
“Your name doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “My name doesn’t matter. *This –*” and she reached behind herself to squeeze his balls almost too tightly, “– is the only thing that matters right now.”
He moaned low and long and his hips began snapping up to meet hers as he got closer and closer…
“Cum for me. Cum for me.”
His body tensed hard as he thrust up into her one last time and felt his balls empty themselves deep, deep inside of her, and the pleasure seemed to wash even more of him away as he stared at the sight of her pussy drinking up the last of his cum.
She leaned forward over him, his sensitive cock still inside of her, and he felt fear once again as her face loomed over his.
“Sleep, and remember…”
Her finger tapped him square in the forehead, and his eyes fluttered and rolled back as he slipped away into trance.
–
(This is the spiritual sequel to Slow Burn, and my continued attempt to write believable frictions and connections between characters. Oh, and hot #gfd ;) )
@hypno-sandwich @theleeallure @zanythoughts @hypnokinkwithmrdream @digitalswitchgamine @dasade @cckitten78 @soundshypnotic
Ooooooooooo
Pretty much any time I think about eating a woman out, while she denies me fucking, I get pretty hard. If I think about her denying me orgasm too, I get harder.
Sometimes I imagine some scenario where she’s naked and I spend an hour or three worshipping every inch of her, giving her every pleasure she desires, and the whole time my pants never even get to come off, and at the end she sends me home, still wanting. When I imagine that, my cock threatens to tear a hole in my fucking pants.
I might be a pervert.
Unf, yes, this.
CFNM centers the masc body and what the dom might do to it. NFCM centers my body and what you’re going to do for my pleasure.
While I play with partners of many genders, I’m leaving the M in this because a lot of femdom porn made for a male audience uses this conceit. At most a dom might have her breasts and genitals exposed through her latex catsuit for the delectation of the audience. It’s problematic.
Don’t come to me with the expectation that our play will be focused on your body. I love your body; I will give you pleasure and pain through it until we’re both sweaty and exhausted. Don’t forget, though, that my pleasure doesn’t just come from your denial. I will control you as you touch, lick, bite, fuck, and serve me. I will use you and enjoy you until the bed is soaked and I can barely move. And that is dominance, too.
My Entranced Schedule
I’ve slowed down a little over the past year or so, at least in terms of classes per con, but I still have a pretty full schedule in store:
Erotic Hypnosis 101 (Friday, 10am) – Just getting started with erotic hypnosis? This overview gives you a broad view of what erotic hypnosis is about: what it is, how it’s used, and how an erotic hypnosis scene is structured and executed. Geared toward both the hypnotist and the hypnotee (subject). Includes a demonstration scene with an audience volunteer.
Setting the Scene with @daja-the-hypnokitten (Friday, noon) – Have you ever seen a hypnosis demo where everything just worked and wished you could be that naturally good a subject? Surprise – with practice and a little guidance, almost anyone can learn to have awesome trance experiences.
Do It Right Now (Friday, 2:30pm) – Instant inductions are flashy, fun, and extremely impressive to the people who watch you do them. There are tricks to pulling them off successfully. In this workshop, I share several simple, easy-to-learn, easy-to-execute ways to get a consenting volunteer into hypnosis in seconds.
The Art of Teaching (Saturday, 11am) – This community is all about sharing knowledge. In this class, I share techniques and skills that can help you be more effective as a teacher or presenter, whether you teach hypnosis at an event or just need to give presentations at your day job. Learn how to organize your material to be easier to absorb, build rapport with your audience, psych yourself up before you start, and more.
Turning the Tables with @mrs-prism (Saturday noon) – When two hypnotists play together, everybody wins! In this class, we will go into the dynamics and possibilities of playing “turning the tables” scenes, a form of switch play in which the hypnotist and hypnotee change roles in mid scene. Find out how to negotiate a consensual turning-the-tables scene, how much topping expertise you really need (hint: not a lot), and how someone who is already hypnotized can still take over when the time comes. (Very excited about this one because I get to co-teach with @mrs-prism and it’s a brand new class!)
Own the Room (Sunday noon) – A lot of the time hypnosis is something we do with one or two partners. But what if you’d like to hypnotize a large group? This class is all about doing hypnosis in large, medium, and small groups so that you can lead a group trance with confidence and skill.
Class Development Workshop (Sunday 2:45pm) – Do you have an idea for a class that you’d like to present at an upcoming event? This workshop is for you. Bring your idea, and let me help you take that idea and turn it into a workable, effective plan for teaching that class at a con, at your local much, or anywhere else. In the process you’ll learn how you can organize your material to make it easier for a group to absorb and ways you can use your NLP and hypnosis skills to communicate more effectively with a group.
You can also find me at the Mentored Trance Practice sessions that allow Y chromosomes, which is a good way to get some one-on-one time with an experienced hypnotist (I won’t be the only one in the room).
There are also some classes I am absolutely planning to attend, including the Community Leader Roundtable and I’m really looking forward to sampling classes from presenters I haven’t seen before. It’s going to be a great con.
@enscenic @digitalswitchgamine @hypno-sandwich @yoshibound @theleeallure
Anonymous asked:
bannableoffense answered:
you communicate like a healthy couple
“hey i have this fetish”
“ok what is it”
“its for hypnosis”
“huh. how does that work?”
“here let me show you” and then you show them some porn
“oh”
and the rest goes on from there
“Partner, I’d like you to meet Erotic Hypnosis. Erotic Hypnosis, may I present to you my partner. I think the two of you have a lot in common… .”
Note, if they’re not up for it, accept that, work out how important it is to you, and move on with your life.
Some people just aren’t into it, and yes, it’s not comfortable, and yes it kinda sucks, but pressuring them will only make it less so, even gentle persuasive pressure.
The stories aren’t real, not every kink revelation is accompanied by ‘OMG me too’ and falling into bed together in a wonderful kink orgy.
You might have been keeping this kink to yourself for a while, you can keep on doing that, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of your relationship.
this too
How To Do an Erotic Hypnosis Workshop
Cross-posted from FetLife.
On October 13, I attended an Erotic Hypnosis Workshop that did not go well. on November 5, I attended the second attempt by the TNG Portland organization to host an introduction to Erotic Hypnosis. The difference was like night and day.
First off, massive amounts of credit should go to the TNG organizers, who worked hard to fix the problems of the initial class. They took all criticism with grace and aplomb, and applied their learnings proactively to make this class happen. I look forward to all of the fun class offerings that they’ll be organizing, and hope to work with them to organize follow-up hypnosis workshops.
Second: What a difference a teacher makes! @Najalaise brought a presentation that had clearly been rehearsed and polished, using a curriculum that focused on all of the important points for an Erotic Hypnosis 101 (basic concepts and terminology, safety, consent, and simple but effective techniques) with no tangents into off-topic personal experiences or self-aggrandizement. They were there to teach hypnosis, and they never lost sight of that. They also made it clear that this class was only the beginning, and that there were so many different options for exploration, which seemed to really excite the attendees.
This was a difficult class to teach, given the previous circumstances. On the one hand, providing a better learning experience than the previous instructor was not a tall order. But to be tasked with single-handedly undoing the damage done in the last class, and salvaging the reputation of hypnosis as a valid, safe kink? That was a monumental task. And from what I could tell from reactions and discussions after class, Naj shattered everyone’s expectations.
The attendees (there were about the same number as the last class) were all engaged, and asked good, challenging questions. The venue was appropriate, and the staff friendly. The cost was reasonable ($15/person, or $25/couple) and those who attended the previous class got in free. The timing, mid-day on Sunday, was perfect for me, at least. I could not have asked for a better class experience!
A Message with Volume
If performing erotic hypnosis with other humans, you must ALWAYS obtain the consent of all other parties involved.
If you are posting about hot sex fantasies of non-consensual erotic hypnosis, you really SHOULD be clear that they are fantasies and not real life.
Having fantasies about things that are unethical to do in real life is not a problem. Telling people that you are doing those fantasies in real life IS a problem.
It is never okay to attempt to hypnotize a person and perform erotic acts with them without their consent. That includes hypnotizing them with their consent, and then taking pictures of them naked or performing sexual acts and posting those pictures to the Internet without their consent.
If you see that kind of thing on Tumblr, know that it is the worst kind of behavior, and the kind of shit that people care about and talk about.
And if you see someone claiming to hypnotize people without their knowledge, and claiming to do sexual things without their consent? There’s a real good chance that they’re just taking their fantasies and claiming they’re real life to make themselves sound cool on the Internet. Which is just sad.
That said, it’s still not okay and ethically-minded people should still be quick to point out that someone who claims they do unethical things is making a horrible example for others.
I would consider it a personal favor if ethically-minded hypnosis people of Tumblr reblog this post and spread it, because good community ethics is everybody’s responsibility, and everybody can help educate.
It looks like you want to be hypnotized for non-erotic reasons! Have you tried having your kinks altered to make it erotic?
Yes, and now I get really turned on at the thought of losing weight/not smoking/etc.
No, but that sounds like an effective method!
oh my GOD
Do these just keep getting funnier and funnier, or is it just me?
