Sunday, 31 August 2008
I tend to get about 6 hours sleep, and that suits me fine. Compared to the 12 hours of "duvet time" that Liz feels she needs, it's nothing though. At the weekend I might roll out of bed at 9, but it'll still be a couple of hours before my lady will put much effort into stirring. (Though I've found it helps if I rustle up some sausage butties)
Both of us have admitted lately to each other, that we quite like the idea of someone hypnotizing, controlling, or playing with us in our sleep. There are a few MC-Stories online with that kind of content, and they're often nice and kinky... but usually the whole point of the "quarry" being asleep, is to make the whole thing none-consensual, which can leave the reader feeling pretty uncomfortable. Yeah it's all fiction... but it's still pretty dark.
Being told by your partner that actually they'd *love* to be mind-controlled, programmed and brainwashed while they slept does wonders to remove that uncomfortable feeling. ;o)
Liz has made a couple of attempts at trancing me whilst asleep, (if only to control the half-dozen or so sleeping habits that I have) though success has been mixed. She's responded *much* better to this approach though.
Last week I woke up earlier than Liz (surprise surprise) This time round, it might have had *something* to do with the fact that, in the process of rolling herself into a hot little ball on her side of the bed, she'd gotten hold of the entire duvet to assist with her heating process, leaving me with... well... not very much.
"Right" I thought. "As I'm awake. I might as well enjoy myself"
I moved myself over to Liz's side of the bed, she was sleeping nude, facing away from me, I wrapped my arms around her to give her a hug, but didn't get any response. After a minute, I took hold of her chin, and gently tilted her head towards me. I placed a thumb on one of her eyelids and rolled it up. Mainly just whites, the dark semi-circles of her big brown eyes just visible, drifting lazily left to right and back again. Nicely asleep. Dreaming.
I wondered to myself just how much I'd be able to do with Liz before she'd actually wake. I rolled her gently onto her back... no response... still her breathing was nice and slow, her eyes relaxed, lids flickering slightly. I placed her arms out wide, above her head, almost like I was tying them in place. "Bound" I said, softly but firmly. As she wasn't really awake, she didn't even try to move them. Maybe it would register in her dreams though...
I traced one hand down over the curve of her breasts, over her stomach to her legs, parting them I began to tease and caress in that particular place... before long, Liz started to respond, her breathing deepened, eventually a soft moan escaped her lips... and then she whispered "Must resist" breathily. I looked to her hands and saw them straining slightly at her invisible bonds. "Can't Resist" I replied with a smile. "You must surrender to the pleasure, surrender and become my slave"
"No... must... fight" She murmured weakly, her legs lazily shifting on the bed. I hypnotically bound them wide as I continued to play.
"But you're getting so horny..."
"And when you orgasm you know you'll become a slavegirl"
"That's right, and you're going to orgasm very soon"
"But... Don't want"
"Ohhh no... stopp"
Three... Four... Hmmm? You want me to stop?"
"Ohhhh, so horny.... please.... please"
"Only too happy to. FIVE"
And tied there hypnotically on the bed, her back arched, she gasped, and came.
Later on, she told me that she'd dreamt she was strapped to some kind of interrogation chair in a futuristic kind of sexual torture chamber. Star Trek for adults maybe. Spiralling monitors, mad doctors, interesting contraptions that get inserted in particular sexy places... I might have mentioned a couple of those things to her in passing, but hadn't intended to paint that kind of picture. It's interesting seeing what kind of things the mind concocts sometimes. What kind of things *her* mind concocts anyway.
When she finally relaxed again she was calmer, more still, "What are you?" I asked.
"Your slave Sir" came her placid response.
"Good Girl" I said with a smile.
I spent the next few minutes painting a scene in Liz's mind for her to experience. I walked her down a hallway in a mansion in her mind, a red carpet, ornate decorations, and glass booths lining the hall. I told her to see girls in those booths, stood or sat or kneeling within them some nude, some dressed in kinky outfits, some wearing lingerie, some posed playfully, or kneeling submissively. I told her to populate the booths with girls that she knows in real life.
I had her describe to me the girls that she saw.
In this booth was Becky Speed, standing proud and nude. In that one, one of her old highschool friends, wearing PVC, carrying a riding crop, looking *very* mischievous, and in the next, an old rival, dressed as a school girl, looking docile, meek, and submissive.
I had Liz picture various scenarios with a couple of the girls (you'll have to ask her about what exactly went on) before leading her to a booth of her own, pressing a button... and shutting off her mind.
I was going to leave it there... but I thought I'd see how vivid a picture Liz could paint in her own mind if I just gave her some general suggestions about sexy slaveboys and girls of her very own.
I spent a few minutes telling Liz to continue dreaming all by herself, to let her mind wander wherever it pleased. That she'd picture sexy things, scenarios, serving... or being served by whoever she pleased...
Turns out the slaveboys were Calvin Klein underwear models.
Hmmm... the things that go on in that girls mind.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Now, that makes me think of how much I’ve come through in a year… (Putting up with Lex for that long? I need a medal, I swear…) But on a serious note, it’s been an awesome year, and thanks to all our readers for making it worthwhile, giving us tips and ideas to try, and giving us chance to document our experiences! Mwah x -
Right, now onto the hypno-news.
This comes after a shopping expedition in Manchester (after I told Lex we were going shopping, and he wisely agreed. =] )
But whilst we’d never shopped in Manchester before (and managed to get hilariously lost going even to the Trafford Centre of all places – which for our American friends is your equivalent of a large ‘mall’), we still managed to get me some –very- nice things =D
Lex and I have had jokes about French Maids for a long while. Lex finds the French accent, and the concept of the French Maid –extremely- attractive. Personally, I start to get shaky around anything that makes me try and pull off an accent… There’s just something about it that makes me uneasy – I’d be always worrying how much of a fool I was looking. But the idea of dressing up for Lex – as long as the outfit made me look good – definitely appeals. So when we saw a French Maid uniform hanging up in Ann Summers, we headed straight for the changing rooms ;)
I have to say, I’m not a girly-girl by any means. I live in my jeans, and would rarely be seen dead in a skirt or a dress. That’s because of women’s insecurities – mine about hating the shape of my legs, but that’s another story. The point was, that even though it was a dress, and a bloody short one at that, I really loved how I looked.
I think it was Lex’s reaction that sold it for me really, that cartoon 'eyes wide and jaw on the floor' reaction ;)
That one was definitely a keeper.
The second outfit I bought (also from Ann Summers) was a pink and black corset with suspenders and a black collar. Now, Lex and I had already bought me one collar from a petstore, but it was too big for me, and we hadn’t gotten around to buying another one yet.
- I’d just like to point out that I –haven’t- gone insane and abandoned my position as resident brat. And no, Lex hasn’t made any breakthroughs in altering that either. You’re stuck with me this way, so deal with it. =P The collar was something for my puppy persona, and also something for me when I’m in a rare *cough* submissive mood. I’ve not gone down the route of a collaring ceremony just yet… -
This was a surprise for me, since I knew I can pull off bold colours, but I wasn’t sure this pink would work, but it really did. I looked hawt, even if I do say so myself ;) And the collar really makes it.
But, as an added bonus (no, I hadn’t come here just to recount my shopping trip) Lex infused some of the items with some hypnotic properties…
Here’s the story.
As we got back into the house, I went and put on my French Maid outfit. As I placed the final piece in place, and checked out my reflection in the mirror, I noticed the clutter around the room, and it really began to bug me. Cleaner was so much nicer, you know? All that room to move around, and not breaking your neck on something left on the floor. I looked across at Lex on the computer, and knew he wasn't going to get the place tidied any time soon. So it was left to me.
I set to work cleaning the room. Tidying clothes away, putting things back in their proper place, making the bed, arranging everything neatly....That kind of thing. Then I began to notice that the rest of the house could do with tidying too....You see, Lex has a cat and his hairs coat the floor of the whole house. It really bugs me, but Lex rarely vacuums. So I thought I'd take some initiative and vacuum the house myself.
Afterall, it would get the house tidied, and no-one else was going to bother. That just left me, right?
I noticed that everything needed my own personal touch to it. Cleaning the dishes, making the meals, cleaning the house, massaging Lex....I just wasn't happy if I hadn't overseen it myself. I felt like I needed to be doing something all the time, and I loved cleaning....I mean, I -really- loved cleaning. I noticed half way through the house how much pride I took in looking back at the clean rooms, and how horny I now was. I wanted to finish up quickly so I could go upstairs and have...*cough* some time to myself =P
The outfits were a great buy, and I love dressing up in them. I think a few of you have seen them on cam already, but what does everyone think? Should Lex buy me some more?
Monday, 18 August 2008
Lex and I were reading Blank_Serena’s blog recently, and we came across an interesting post of hers where she talked about giving ‘The Award for Hypnotist Whose Recordings I’m Most Afraid To Listen To’.
That of course got my attention.
For a brat, and a curious one at that, having someone say something shouldn’t be seen, or is off-limits is one way to make Damn sure I’m going to want to get to it. Her name was Isabella Valentine, and from Serena’s post, she certainly had a reputation going for herself.
We strolled along to her site, ( http://www.isabellavalentine.com/ ) and took a look around the free clips (Yes, when the opportunity arises, we can be as tight-fisted as anyone ;) I was in bed at the time, whilst Lex was on the computer just in front of me. He was reading the list of titles aloud, but most just passed me by because he was talking so quickly =P
We settled on an interview she did with a girl called ‘Slave Diedre’ and hit play…
I have to say, she has such a gorgeous voice. It’s –perfect- for online hypnosis, and as I’m trying to type this, words are failing me. It’s inviting, seductive, sensual, warming and yet you can almost hear the undertone of power, and cunning she carries – or appears to carry. I listened to the interview completely wrapped up in what they were saying, and their voices.
- As a side question, why do American accents always seem to carry a more seductive tone to them? British accents just make us sound like we’re either full of ourselves, or that we’re some chum you’d meet down the pub… -
When it was over, I wanted to hear more of her voice, but was a little reluctant to actually try one of her inductions, and suggested hearing another interview. But Lex, I think, was curious about her inductions. We talked it over, and I agreed to give it a go. He chose one called ‘Wet Dreams’ (which sounds a lot stranger than it was, and no, it wasn’t solely for males)
I’m not sure how long it lasted for, but I was already wrapped up warm in bed, and I remember thinking about how beautiful her voice sounded….and how warm I was here….and worrying about whether I’d go under....and what would happen if I –did- go under….and how warm I was….and Lex’s presence standing before me….
Hang on, I thought, this can’t be right – I’m supposed to be listening, not daydreaming! I tried to snap myself back to her voice, and managed for a few seconds before the image hit me again, and Lex was now walking around behind me slowly. The hallway was dimly lit, and I’d just walked in through the front door when I’d heard his voice. I stopped in my tracks, curiously not saying anything, just waiting for something….but what?
I felt hot breath on my neck, making me shudder. His voice whispered into my ear, continuing the heat, the sensuality of the whole thing and - as corny as this sounds – I felt myself beginning to melt. He hadn’t touched me, but his presence, his whispers in my ear, his hot breath on my neck and ear….God they were fixing my attention now. I dropped my bags to the floor, as he continued whispering to me….
He walked ahead of me up the stairs, turning around to beckon only once, his eyes locked on mine as he did so. I shook myself out of my temporary immobility, scolding myself for standing there like some open-mouthed twit for so long. I followed him though, and as I entered the room, he was stood waiting at the end of the bed. Candles flickered in every corner of my vision, providing a sensual dimness for the room. I looked across at him, waiting for something….a signal….a command?
It seemed he’d read my mind, pointing to the bed, not breaking his gaze even for a second. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed, looking back at him, lost in his eyes, his presence. He slowly climbed on top of me, kissing and biting my neck, whispering all the while. He slipped me out of my clothes before I’d even realised what was going on, and by then, his strong hands held mine in place above my head (How had they gotten up there?) He looked into my eyes for a moment, and seeing my confusion, my helplessness, my desire, my arousal, he continued to kiss my neck….
I woke up some time later (you didn’t think I was going to reveal –everything- did you?) with Lex watching me intently. The fantasy had played in my head, and apparantly, I’d gotten quite…umm…-excited- listening to it…
I can definitely begin to see what Serena was afraid of, especially knowing about her weaknesses for that kind of thing ;) And it really surprised me to have worked so well, first time, on me of all people. It didn’t work completely, (since there’s been a little restriction on my climaxing for a while now…limited to…well…whenever Lex says…) but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t have an effect.
To experience a fantasy –that- realistically…To go as far as to smell his cologne…to feel his touch…to shudder at a phantom hot breath against my neck…to feel his body next to mine…It’s amazing – even for someone who likes reading (possibly a little too much =P)
It’s been a definate eye-opener, certainly, and it’s re-ignited a spark in Lex, I think. A while back we mentioned the possibility of making me a hypnotic MP3 of my own, and nothing had been done about that until recently (but that will have to do for another post, I think ;)
Monday, 11 August 2008
I wasn’t overly thrilled at being the demo-dolly though…
We’d arranged to meet up for a hypnosis shoot a few weeks later, but unfortunately, I was called into work and couldn’t attend, so Lex took that one solo. I can’t tell you the full details of what happened, though from what Lex has said, it didn’t quite go according to plan.
For whatever reason, (perhaps anxiety, apprehension or, in my opinion, working herself up too much about going under) his induction didn’t seemed to work. After trying for about an hour (and watching Amy’s boyfriend being unable to concentrate on what he was reading, who was now just following and listening and slowly drifting under…) he decided to call it a day and left it as a normal photoshoot. He –did- try for a good few hours though, I believe.
I received a text message when I got home from work that told me how the shoot had gone, and I brattily replied “You should have let me ‘tise her, I’d have been able to do it.” Then he replied, taking me up on the offer…
Now before, I hadn’t even thought about it seriously, but as he started to consider it, my mind started racing. How –would- I go about doing this? I grabbed my pad of paper and pen and started jotting out an idea of how a hypnothetical (sorry, hypothetical - I always spell that wrong) shoot with me would go. I planned out the conversation I’d use leading upto my induction, the subtle questions I’d ask that would shape my induction with her…
My mind was on a scheming overload, and within 15 minutes, I had everything planned.
What can I say? When I put my mind to it, I can do just about anything. Afterall, Amy and I –are- extremely alike…
So we booked the shoot for after they had returned from a holiday they were taking, and I must say, I was rather excited – especially knowing that Lex had failed to put her under twice already (he tried on the photoshoot too, though that was just an instant induction he tried, not an in-depth one). So if –I- could put her under…God I could picture my endless gloating already!
Actually, I’d like to give mention to someone that played a very significant part in this shoot, all whilst being in a completely different continent =P A friend of mine showed me an induction he uses, and I must say, I was very impressed. I thought it would be perfect for Amy, and asked him if I would be able to borrow it to get her under. He agreed, and I felt really confident that I’d be able to get her under using it.
The shoot was last Thursday (7th) and we sat chatting for a while before we began. She was still a little nervous, but I made sure that a few of the choice questions and phrases I wanted to make sure she heard/answered had been dealt with. She really wanted to watch Lex take me through an induction though, and one of my favourite parts are my full-blown inductions (something I don’t get as often as I’d like, Lex =P) so I agreed.
Eventually though, when he’d finished playing, we were ready to begin, and I shooed him out of the room (there was no way I was letting him sit and watch me try!) Unfortunately, my ‘completely perfect’ induction had been shot down earlier in the conversation, since her time spent at the beach wasn’t pleasant, and the induction focused on a beach scene. (Don’t worry Ex, I won’t reveal your secrets =P) So I had to do some tweaking to the induction…Nothing I couldn’t handle though ;)
Anyway, within 20 minutes she was under, and I decided that it would be best to re-enforce the trigger by having her wake up, and then using the trigger phrase I’d given her. It allowed her mind to take to the word-association, and what I expected of her when I said it. She’d seen me fall when triggered to sleep too, so that helped. I continued to ease her into her trigger, and after half an hour or so had passed from when I began, I called Lex back into the room.
I must say, my grin was from ear to ear the moment I had my back to Amy. I was going to enjoy every second of showing him who the better ‘tist was.
I used her trigger phrase when she was sitting on the edge of the couch and BAM, she slumped to the side, her head cocked in an awkward position facing us.
I looked across at Lex, my face speaking volumes, before I woke her up.
Checking back with Amy all the time, I ease the control of her trigger over to him, and she started responding really well to his use of it. Lex had asked me a few days previous if I could get her under, would I want to do the shoot myself, but I declined. I don’t have the voice for it. It’s to do with my accent (As another friend of mine pointed out that it was very ‘Northern’ – and no Lev, I’ve never forgotten that little revelation of yours…).
All in all, it was a very good shoot. She responded better and better the longer we went on, and towards the end, she was going so deep it even raised our eyebrows. She froze amazingly (even after we’d removed a trigger that froze her in place as the camera flashed, she continued to freeze anyway =P).
What can I say? When I do something, I don’t do it by halves ;) She and I are very alike, in terms of confidence, brattiness, general outlook of hypnosis and overall demeanour. I really enjoyed putting her under, and I enjoyed showing my work off to Lex even more ;)
Can’t be put under? Pish posh!
Hand me that bloody crystal, amateur!
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Thanks go to whoever it was that suggested this one to Liz (not that Liz was actually going to pass the idea on to me… fortunately Briony’s quite willing to “rat her out” as Liz puts it, when someone suggests something that could be used to my advantage. *Grin*)
I’ve booked a few days off work this week. My job slows down a fair bit over Summer, so I’m using the oppurtunity to see more of my lady. (And who can blame me?)
We went out for an Italian meal on Thursday, Liz had herself a cheeseburger, and I had a californian pizza. (Yes I know you’re probably not all that desperate to hear about what we had to eat, but if I skip straight to the kink it doesn’t help set the scene, does it.) We’ve done a little hypno play in this restaurant before. I remember the last time we came, Liz kept on ogling one of the waiters, so just to mess with her, I made him appear topless to her. She was torn (very briefly) between paying attention to me, and eyeing up the nice topless guy that kept wondering past. You can probably guess which option the little brat picked. Next time I’m giving him breasts.
Anyway, about 20 minutes into our meal, Liz got up to use the facilities, I was reminded at this point of something Briony had told me a few days earlier.
“Master, next time you’re in a restaurant, get Liz to take off her panties when she goes to the bathroom and give them to you”
(Except she didn’t say “panties”… she said “knickers” which is such a naff english word. “Panties” sounds sexy, exotic, girly… edible. “Knickers” sounds like something you keep in a toolkit. Or something that your gran would wear… not that I can get Liz to budge an inch on the topic, even *with* my powerful powers of persuasion... But I digress.)
So I told Liz she’d go to the bathroom, and whilst there, would remove her… “knickers” (gah), and on her return, would hand them to me under the table, without realising she’d done it. She went to the bathroom, I pretended to check text messages on my phone… and when she returned, as she sat down opposite me I felt something silky being passed to me under the table.
Red silk underwear with black lining. *Nice* :oD I would describe them further… but I couldn’t exactly take them out and hold them up to appraise them.
I popped the fantastic things into my pocket, wondering when I’d let Liz become aware that I’d snatched her pants.
Our conversation meandered around comfortably for a while, before one of us brought up the fact that I’d just signed the pair of us up on a website for doms and submissives to meet likeminded people. We’re not looking for slaves or anything… but we do enjoy meeting others with similar interests, and I know *I* always enjoy installing kinky hypno triggers in peoples minds for their boy or girlfriends to use.
The site that we’re on allows you to list your interests. “Hypnosis” is among the options, which makes a nice change from the majority of sites of this type. Often the list of interests will be either really short, or really weird. (Buttered Shark Fins, anyone?)
Among the interests this site lets you choose from, one of which is “Eye Contact Restrictions” which I’d never understood till I tried it out with Liz. I gave her a couple of new triggers over the table. When I said “Eyes down” she’d feel submissive, subservient and obedient, and would avoid eye contact at all times. When I said “Eyes up” she’d be her usual bratty self, able to look lovingly (or, let’s be honest: glare angrily) as much as she wanted.
When I used the “Eyes down” phrase, she became very demure, very calm, very eager to please, asking if there was anything she could do for me, any way she could please me, I always have trouble thinking up just one thing that I’d enjoy having her do at times like this. Spoilt for choice, obviously.
When the waitress came by to ask if there was anything more we’d like, I had to quickly hiss “Eyes up” Liz’s way. (She *was* behaving awfully strange if you’d seen the pair of us bantering with each other earlier) I don’t *think* the waitress heard the whispered trigger… maybe it would make more sense to use hand signals to trigger Liz… though the brat would avoid looking the second she thought I was going to use one. Still… I could program her to be unable to stop herself from paying attention when I want to give her commands. (If I’ve not already done that… bwahahahaa)
Everything was fine, so the waitress went on her way, Liz started to brat about how submissive I’d just made her and how pathetic it was, I didn’t wait to hear the whole thing though, a quick “Eyes Down” and the words faded on her lips as her eyes fixed themselves on the table in front of us.
“Is there any way I can serve you Master” asked the bashful slavegirl in front of me.
“Yes” I said, “You can give me your hands” (If you remember, I can hypnotically link the sensations her fingers experience, to other parts of her body: Neck, legs, breasts, and uhm… some other place)
So sub Liz sat opposite me for a few minutes like a *very* good girl, while she experienced me squeezing and stroking her in some rather interesting places… I had to command her not to outwardly react to what I was doing to her though, as she was getting awfully caught up in the moment.
When I said “Eyes up” again though… the hand was snatched back her eyes flashing, face flushed and tongue being stuck out to taunt me. :oO
“Stoppit! We’re in a restaurant” she hissed.
“Come onnn, you don’t mind, you’re really enjoying yourself” I said.
“Noooooo” she said… using what I like to call her “lying” tone of voice.
“If you’re not enjoying yourself much, then why did you give me your underwear?” I asked innocently.
“I…” she started, then her hands slipped under the table. (Carrying out reconnaissance.) “GAH! Give them back!” she demanded.
“What… here? You can’t exactly put them on right now anyway. Don’t worry, you’ll get them back”
She did get them back eventually… though it was sub Liz that I had put them back on. Once we were back in my car. If only the people pulling in to park knew what the girl trying to look nonchalent in the car beside them was doing. ;o)