Wednesday, 30 January 2008

What’s going on!? … You made me into a puppy!

I dunno if I’ve mentioned it before, but Liz *loves* being in bed. At a weekend it’s only about once in a blue moon that we see her up before midday. I’ve tried rousing her by none-hypnotic methods, but it can take an hour to see any kind of result. She tends to hang out until I coax her out of bed with a cooked breakfast. (Not that I’m under her sway, of course)

Now I *can* use my sneaky hypno powers to get her out of bed… I can use her “Obey” or “Body Slave” triggers and she’ll do exactly as I say. But of course once she’s *out* of bed, she’ll still feel just as sleepy and keen to get back into it as she was before I triggered her. I’m also liable to get a kick up the arse if she feels surly about the fact that I’m depriving her of her most treasured pleasure.

A dilemma indeed!

Now… I’ve noticed that when I use Liz’s kitten or puppy triggers, it doesn’t really matter what she was doing beforehand, the kitten or puppy instincts will kinda take over. So for example if she feels like she wants the bed all to herself, and she’s going to wrestle, tickle and push me off the bed to get it… and I use her “kitten” trigger, suddenly all that matters to her is snuggling into me, rubbing her face n neck against me and occasionally making “rowr?” noises.

(I’m sure she’d purr as well, but sadly Liz’s mouth is remarkably short on features when it comes to making weird and interesting sound effects. She can’t roll her R’s, she can’t blow raspberries, she *can* roll her tongue… though it was only last week when she realised this. I’m digressing here… but it’s *fun* to tease Liz from time to time.)

Where was I… oh yeah, “kittening” her. If, as a kitten she gets nicely snuggled up, and I then return her to normal, the kitten feelings tend to hang around for a while. She’ll feel far more inclined to share the bed than try to turf me off it. She’ll drift back into her previous mood eventually, but it’s a more of a sedate curve than an off / on reaction.

The same goes for making her a puppy. If she’s feeling lazy and lethargic, and I use her puppy trigger, suddenly the *last* thing puppy Liz wants to do is sleep, and all that she cares about is chewing my slippers, barking at anything that looks like it might play with her and playing “chase” games. Her death grip on the duvet gets forgotten completely as she scrabbles out of bed and goes searching for stuff to play with and chew.

One time when I did this, I told Liz that although she’d become a puppy and behave like one, mentally she’d remain herself, speaking her thoughts outloud, but believing that she was only capable of making puppy-like barks and yips. Here’s what followed, it’s not a word for word transcript (as this happened weeks ago and I didn’t have the forethought to have a dictaphone handy.)

“1,2,3, wide awake puppy, feeling good”

Liz’s eyes opened wide as she began looking excitedly around.

“Wait… what’s going on?” she asked, physically excited and active, but mentally completely baffled by her actions.

“There’s a goooood girl” I said, patting her on the head.

“What’re you talking about?” said Liz, as she helplessly began to nuzzle her face into mine. “Ohhhh, you git, you’ve done something to me, haven’t you!”

“Nice to see you’re getting out of bed anyway” I grinned, giving my puppy a wink as I noticed her clambering out of bed to explore.

“But… but I was so comfortable” she whimpered, sniffing the duvet before chomping into it with her teeth, shaking her head from side to side and growling possessively but playfully.

“Arghhhh, you’ve made me into a puppy!” came her lament.

“No puppy! You don’t bite the duvet.” I chided, giving her a little tap on the nose when she refused to let go of it. (A pre programmed trigger for her puppy persona to let her know she’s misbehaving. It makes her feel more surprised than “bad”, as that’s a negative feeling that I don’t really want Liz feeling even as a puppy)

All the same, she dropped the duvet instantly, hunkered down, gave me her biggest puppydog eyes and stammered in mock horror: “You… you tapped me on my nose!”

“Quit sulking and go and get one of my slippers” I commanded.

“Ohhhhh no!” moaned Liz, as she leapt up from her puppy pose and began to rove from side to side, the puppy in control of her pouncing from one part of the bed to the other, peeking over the edge in search of slippers.

“Arrrrrrgh” came a frustrated grunt from her as she tumbled off the bed onto the floor. A second later her head popped up, triumphantly gripping a slipper in her teeth.

“I’b gnna gt you fr ths” she managed to mumble through the slipper. And then there was a little bit more complaining while I chucked the slipper for her to fetch. I know she was loving it *really*, as before I’d thrown it twice she was chewing on it happily and telling me that no *way* was I getting it back, and it was *her* slipper now.

When I finally got round to returning her to normal, all thoughts of getting back into bed had vanished. Admittedly she was now thinking of ways to exact her revenge. That’s fine though, because *I* was thinking of new ways to toy with and tease her.

Thursday, 17 January 2008

I’m under *her* thumb? Heh… Haha… Bwahahahaaa!

I was chatting to a couple of RL friends about relationships lately, and mine and Liz’s relationship came up in passing.

Now I know that Liz and I are fairly open about the things we get up to here on our blog, where everything’s reasonably anonymous, but in reality, we both play our cards a fair bit closer to our chests. We don’t make any claims to be *completely* straight laced... (I’m sure I’ve made a couple of fairly obvious hints in front of friends that I think Liz would make a *fantastic* french maid) but we're not *quite* so brazen about the hypno games we play with one another.


One of my good RL friends commented the other day that Liz and I seem to make a really good couple, he thinks she can be pretty sassy, but seems to keep me in line(!!) and that she’s intelligent enough to keep me interested long term. (I *suppose* that part’s true… ;o)


I found his take interesting, we do have this habit of bickering good naturedly with one another, mentally (and sometimes physically) sparring and matching wits to see who can come out with the smarter comment, or gain the upper hand. (Not that we always impress with our towering intellects, the phrases “Ooh, burrrrrn”, “Yeah well… you’re gay”, and “So’s your face” do get used an awful lot)


I did find it kinda funny though. I know that the reason Liz is so often smug and sassy in public is because she kind of wants to make sure that the next time we’re in private I reassert my dominance, one way or another.


I might have mentioned it before, but I do have a few handy ways of making Liz do anything I say... I can "blank" her and then give her any command I like... though having a misty-eyed hypno-zombie following me around is probably not the best way to avoid raised eyebrows... still, it depends where you are when you bring your slavegirl out to play. Before now I've had her follow me around town in "Fembot" mode. Robotically standing to attention beside me, and staring dead ahead of herself while I examined the "recently released" section of our local Game store. (EB in the US) No-one seemed to notice anything unusual about her behaviour, which gave me a real buzz at the time. What most gamers would give to have their own fembot, and here's Lizzi-bot, not 5 feet away from them, fully ready to obey any command given. Yum!


Liz is also one for staying in bed and keeping warm, no matter what else might be going on. (Seriously, if she won 10 million in the lottery, the first thing she'd do before going to collect her cash would be to make sure she'd had a good night's sleep) so it's sometimes an effort to get her to move. That's when Briony and Liz's new "Slavegirl" persona come in handy. Briony's always willing to do as I say, and always eager to bug Liz. Liz's slavegirl trigger keeps her as herself, but switches off her brattiness, so she'll happily obey any command I give, feeling good in the knowledge that she's pleasing me.


The other day I had to deliver a DVD to a friend and Liz didn't want to leave the bed to come with me. Nor would she let me get up to leave the bed, (she's got this adorable way of wrapping herself around you giving you a full body hug, it's sexy as hell... but it does mean you have got *no* chance of getting free... Hmmm, kinda like Kaa the snake and his coils, who I *know* Liz has a thing for...Hmmmmmmmmmm)


Anyway, I used Liz's "submissive slave" trigger, had her dress, and come with me in the car to the friends house and then come back home, it took us about 15 minutes. Afterwards I had Liz undress again, get back into bed, and resnuggle. On returning to normal (after she'd warmed up sufficiently to cover-up the fact that she'd been out for a drive) she didn't realise a thing had happened. The perfect crime!


Later that night she was just finishing off some runescape when she said that we could go deliver the DVD to my buddy. She didn't believe that we'd already been when I told her that we had. Gyahahahaaa


Seriously, I am *truly* the one in control ;o)


Liz would probably say otherwise. She’d probably say something about me being completely under her thumb. She might even comment that my willpower turns to jelly whenever she flashes her breasts at me. But I know that I just feel like playing along at those times… really!


*** Private ***
The main reason I say that, is because I know that I’ve given Liz the post hypnotic suggestion to believe that her breasts are in fact compellingly hypnotic, and completely irresistible.

She’s now under the false belief that all she has to do to get her own way is to peel up her top, wiggle her lovelies at me, and tell me what it is she wants me to do. Usually I feel like doing it anyway... but it doesn’t hurt to tease her to the point where she smugly plays this "ace" of hers. ;o)


Before anyone asks, yes, she only does it when the two of us are alone in private. I suppose I *could* give her programming to believe that the power of her breasts causes everyone else to enter a hypnotic stupor when she gets them out... but that would be too cruel. We'd be down at the pub playing pool and she'd slide up her shirt, proudly display her boobs and yell "MISS" ... and to be fair, I would... but then so would everyone else... the drinkers would miss their mouths, the bar staff would drop any glasses they'd been holding... the guys playing darts would somehow manage to hit and electrify the games machines... and we'd both be ejected from the pub. XoD


I’ve also given Liz a (slightly more subtle) trigger that I can use out and about in public. When I suggest something to her and use the phrase “don’t you agree” she’ll now automatically say “yes of course”, and agree with everything I just said.


I don’t use this trigger that often, as it *does* make it awfully easy to get my own way. It’s usually more fun to use Liz’s “bodyslave” trigger and then command her to do something, (so I can watch the outrage on her face as she promises to bring me pain as soon as she’s free… well… assuming I don’t use hypno power to stick her lips shut) or else I’ll use her “obey” trigger, which *does* make her instantly obey… but doesn’t stop her from realising once she’s obeyed / obeying that she’s doing it by hypnotic compulsion. Seeing the look of comprehension on her face at these times is sweet indeed.


I’ve checked with Pet (Liz’s subconscious) to make sure that suggestions given by the “don’t you agree” trigger that are purely for fun don’t make any long term alterations to Liz’s mental makeup, so although I could tell Liz “You feel a wonderful urge to bellydance and you just want to give into it… don’t you agree” she’d only feel that way for the duration of the bellydance and would return to normal afterwards believing that it was a completely natural thing to do at the time.


Oh, and one more thing, Liz doesn't seem to be able to orgasm without my permission lately, I wasn't *really* looking to deprive her of that ability, but I did give her that programming a few weeks ago for an evening. I tried removing it last night, but Liz has this habit of holding onto programming she really likes though, and as such, has kept hold of this one. I can now keep her writhing on the brink of orgasm for as long as I like. I can take her there in an instant... or slowly over an evening of fun.


So who d'you *really* think is in control here? ;o)

*** Private ***

Tuesday, 8 January 2008

The Sleeping Sub

I was going to leave this until Lex had posted his other two blogs he's been telling me about (in part so I'd have plenty to share my perspective and comment on, but also to brat about them ;), but a few things have happened recently that I thought I might share with you all. I know, I'm too good to you people =P

Now, where to begin...

I guess I should start with the strange events that unfolded the other night. Lex and I had returned to my house late that night, and of course, there was a fair amount of his usual mischeviousness. He's taken up a new hobby actually. Yes, he counts to three and watches as I writhe...And to prolong this sport even more, for his viewing entertainment, he's increased the number at which I orgasm to 5 (along with the intensity). I don't think I complained for too long though ;)

I went to bed a little later on, and after furiously trying to keep myself warm enough, fell asleep. The next thing I knew, Lex was calmly sat at the bottom of my bed, wearing his signature smirk, and began to count "1..2..3". My breathing deepened and I began to shake slightly, growing more and more aroused as he counted. I lifted up my head and demanded to know what the hell he was playing at at this time in the morning, when I realised that he wasn't even there. I'd dreamt the entire thing, though I was still extremely aroused...But how?

The first thing that sprang to mind though, was how do I turn it off? Lex wasn't here, and I'd somehow managed to trigger myself, but how did I undo it? I closed my eyes and tried to picture him, his voice, the cheeky glint in his eyes, and him counting downwards. It seemed to do the trick. But what I don't understand was how it happened. I've always been a visual (though sometimes audio) learner, and my great imagination and empathic nature has always been useful when I read, or watch a film (though is also the reason why I can't watch horror films) and more recently, with my suggestions. But to react to a dream startled even me (although I'll admit it's also a secret reassurance that hypnosis is actually working for me, which is something that niggles me occasionally).

Study Time

Lex has suggested on a few occasions that he could give me a boost with my studies through hypnosis, and previously I'd evaded the conversation as it hadn't seemed like anything that important (and I was a little sceptical that it would even work if I'm honest). Though recently I put off revision for longer than I should have, and it has really caught up with me, which is when Grey suggested the same thing to me. So I thought, what the heck. On a drive home, Lex put me into a trance (makes those car journeys -fly- by, I'm telling ya ;) and gave me a suggestion that whenever he or I say the words 'Study Time', I'd be much more focused on my revision and learning. The everyday distractions that would have prevented me from studying for long would become trivial, and would only make me focus more on the task at hand.

So today I gave it a try, and after a little build up of my own confidence in the trigger (I still didn't believe it would work), I sat down in the library and whispered to myself: "Study time, Liz". I wasn't in a new frame of mind, like blanking or one of my alternate personalities, but I was able to concentrate much more intensely than I had in months. Nothing seemed to bother me, and I even ignored two or three text messages on my phone through wanting to get as much out of my study session as possible.

Well since Lex reminded me, there was also another sharp reminder of the triggers effect on me later on that day. I was studying intently and after a while I needed some help on a concept. I puzzled for a while, and then decided to get some help from my tutor...Only there was one small problem...I couldn't for the life of me remember her name! I guess the trigger had made me focus that hard on my revision that it deemed anything else as less of a priority. I felt like such an idiot trying to rifle through possible names in my head, I mean, I knew exactly what subject material I needed help on, and what I'd been learning, but not her name! I'm glad Lex found my embarrassment amusing, anyway.

I'm really pleased with the work I managed to do through using the trigger, and you won't read this often Lex, (so savour it) but thanks. One thing I did notice however, was that from doing four or five hours of revision under the trigger's influence, I felt rather drained from it. I don't plan on using it every time I need to sit down, but in future I'll watch how often I use it. Interesting though =P