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Now—who’s been reading my mind?

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I saw this earlier, and thought it might be of interest to the writers among us.

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ONLY IN HYPNO-LAND

A thoughtful subject sent me some interesting and cool Hypno-links.

I sent: Thank you, just the lift I needed

He Replied: YW, it’s just the drop I needed, so everything evens out.

Made me giggle

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Reblog if you're a cuddler.

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Charmed! to see you!

***NOTE:  This is a work of fiction, inspired by the thoughts of things that may (or may not) occur during a hypo-con.  I hope it brings pleasant memories!***

The conference attendees slowly drifted toward the door at the end of the class. It was the the third day of the hypnosis convention, and all the minds in the room had been toyed with, dropped, erased and thoroughly washed over the course of the long weekend.  Matt stood up and joined the fractionated bunch as they wandered into the hallway and milled about before the next class.

He noticed an empty spot on a couch outside the conference room and sat down, then adjusted the thin, yellow rubber band that was around his left wrist.  Although they would break every few months, one had been there continuously for more than two years now. As soon as one snapped, he would immediately reach into his backpack, dig out the ball of multi-colored bands that he carried with him every day, and choose a new one, taking care to never pick the same color twice in a row. Often, during stressful or even just idle times, he would gently finger the band, and it would help him to relax, and often send him drifting down for a blissful hypnotic nap, whenever it was safe and appropriate to do so.  And he would dream of her voice. Always, her voice. It  was such an easy voice to follow, such an easy voice to obey. 

Matt watched as she walked up to the table next to the couch where he was sitting.  She picked up one of the glasses stacked next to the water dispenser, and turned the spigot. When she was finished, she walked over to the couch where Matt was still quietly drifting. “Mind if I sit?” she asked, settling into a space next to him.  “No, of course not, please do,” he replied.  “So, how is your con going so far?,” she asked; “you look like you’re a little dazed.”  “Good.  It’s just that we’ve been in and out of trance so many times… and I guess that I just wish that I could… drop for you.”

“You may.  DEEP SLEEP,” she said, as she snapped her finger next to his ear. As if the seat had been pulled out from under him, he plunged deeply and quickly.  “That’s right, just give in and sink down.  Just keep listening to my voice and go deeper and deeper. Your thoughts are just like the water draining from the dispenser on the table.  Take a look and you’ll see what I mean.  The water just keeps draining out, slowly but surely, just like your thoughts do when you hear my voice.  And even though this is such a hectic place right now, you’ll remain calm and quiet as you sink further and further down. I know you can follow these instructions. It’s easy for you. Because you know how to obey, don’t you?”  “Yes,” he replied, quietly nodding. “And, in fact, you obey all the time, because you live your life in trance for me, even when you’re wide awake,” she said.  Then she gently reached over and began caressing the band on his wrist, and he felt a twinge of arousal. 

“So just slide and sink down further, just like the water in the dispenser over there.  See how it just goes down and down when someone opens that little spigot.  That’s right, just watch it and slide more and more.  Deeper and deeper.  It’d  be so nice to close your eyes, but you’re really better off keeping them open, so you can watch the water sink more and more every time someone turns that little knob.  

“Just watch the water  It’s so simple, yet it’s so fascinating.  It can only go down, and it sinks, slowly and steadily.  Just like you’re sinking right now, making it harder and harder to think.  But you don’t even have to think, because you know that you can count on me to explain things to you, isn’t that right?”  Matt just nodded slightly,  “So keep watching the water sink deeper, and you’ll keep sinking deeper, too.  And in order to watch the water, you need to keep your eyes open. And that’s an easy thing for you to do.

“I have some very important instructions for you.  You’ve done very well this weekend, and you’ll continue to be your best self as long as you’re here.  And you’re definitely at your best when your brain’s clean.  Keeping your brain clean opens you to all of the wonderful, hypnotic experiences around you, and a clean brain makes you happy and obediant.  And now you’ll begin to feel a little itch on the back of your neck, and you’ll need to scratch it.  And you’ll do that with your right hand, once you’ve fully accepted all of the suggestions and commands I’ve just given you.  Any negativity or fears will disappear as soon as your right hand drops back to your lap.

Slowly, Matt’s right hand rose up and reached behind his neck, and gently scratched.  When his hand hit his lap again, he let out a little sigh.  “Very good.  You’re doing so very well.  We both know that your unconscious mind is amazing, and does so much to help you.  And as your unconscious mind helps you, it also helps me, because you’ve been hypnotized to obey me, over and over again, and you love following all of my commands.  And you know that after you’ve followed all of my commands, you won’t be able to resist sending me a message to tell me how well you obeyed.  Even if you feel a little self-conscious about it at first, you’ll feel so much better and be so much happier after it's done.  Your neck’s starting to itch again, Matt.”  Slowly, Matt reached back again and scratched the back of his neck, gradually dropping his right hand back down to his lap.  

“That’s right,” she continued.  “You love being controlled by me like this, especially when nobody else around you can tell.  You’ll find this very arousing when you think about it later; how the world goes happily by while your are deep under my control. And all the suggestions that I’m giving you work like little seeds planted in your brain.  Throughout the rest of the day, all of the refreshing, healthy water that you drink will nourish the seeds, and they’ll grow steadily and quietly inside your mind.  And when you reach a place where it is safe and appropriate, they’ll blossom.  And when they blossom, you’ll SURRENDER.”  (Snap)

Matt felt the burst of arousal immediately, but it stayed contained tightly within him, like the bubbles from a shaken bottle of soda. This was a special word; magical even.  He had been unable to speak it aloud for a long time, and found himself puzzled as to why. Just like he was puzzled about why he felt compelled to always keep a band on his left wrist. Yet, both things felt right, like everything else she had ever commanded him to do over countless hours of hypnosis. And obeying her commands was always so rewarding. He could not do it enough, so he had happily forgotten how to do anything else.

“And when you SURRENDER (snap), you’ll feel very, very submissive.  And your submissive feelings will grow each time you SURRENDER (snap).  And you’ll SURRENDER (snap) as many times as I say that word to you now.  And every time that I tell you to SURRENDER (snap), more and more pleasure builds up inside you.  And although you may not feel comfortable showing it now, with so many people around, you’re very happy, because you know that I’ve brainwashed you, and that brainwashing leads to obedience (snap), and obedience leads to pleasure (snap), and the more pleasure that you feel, the more deeply you’re  programmed (snap), and the more deeply you’re programmed, the deeper you fall into my total control (snap).  And none of this frightens you or concerns you at all.  Because you know that it’s what I want and expect, and you want whatever I want, don’t you?”  “Yes,” Matt dreamily replied.  

“Very good. Now, you’ll keep getting more and more aroused, and you’ll carry that arousal with you until you feel comfortable finally giving in to it, and then you’ll release all that pleasure just like I’ve programmed you to do.  And it’ll feel amazing, because you love being under my control.”  She then took a single finger and slowly slid it up his arm once, then twice, and then a third time, finally saying “wide awake.”  Matt kept looking at the water for a second, then turned to her.  “I’m so glad that we got to talk a little,” he told he.  “Me, too,” she said.  “it’s always such a charming experience, isn’t it? “ she asked.  “Yes, he replied, I hope we can do it again very soon.  And I feel like this going to be a great day,” as they both stood up and headed for the next class.

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What was that, again?

Don’t underestimate repetition

Hours and hours and hours of my life, days of my life, have been spent in repetition of concepts that I don’t want anymore. Reciting, memorizing, singing, reading and re-reading, listening and rewinding the tapes to listen again. And you know what? It fuckin worked. Years later and I still hear the tapes in my mind when I’m folding laundry or drifting off to sleep. I still quote verses when I’m excited or upset in a conversation. I still sing the old songs when I’m tired and my heart hurts and I want comfort. Repetition is a heck of a beast to fight.

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This made me think of @theleeallure . But then, just about everything does.

HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BRAIN WASHED TODAY?!?!

Reblog and share the pleasure.

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Question

Do classes for @sfmindquake begin on Thursday, or on Friday?

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Question about #sfmindquake

Does programming, (er, classes) begin on Thursday, or on Friday? @enscenic @theleeallure @digitalswitchgamine @ashcatred

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I obey Lee

I obey Lee

I obey Lee

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My current state.

guess which one is you? (artist unknown)

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I didn’t report my abuse...

Because I was a prepubescent boy

Because it was my Grandfather

Because I was afraid of not being believed

Because I was afraid of being believed, and punished

Because I must have deserved it

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My trip to DMDW (or how I spent my hypnotic weekend)

It’s been a bit more than 24hrs, by my count, since I arrived home from DMDW. After having spent several years at the various cons, dipping my toe in here and there where I could, and finding too much comfort in lurking, I had wanted to make this trip for years.  I had heard so much about it, sometimes in whispered tones, other times in loud proclamations, occasionally on irreverent t-shirts.  It was a leap that I was reluctant to take, but as I have learned over the last few days, sometimes you just gotta fall and trust your friends to catch you.

So off I went, and when it was ending, something happened to me that rarely does--words failed me.  I was struck mute by emotion.  And to all of you, who helped expand my mind, stir my heart and nourish my spirit over a magical weekend, I appreciate you all.  Every.  Last.  One.  Until we meet again, here, with sincere thanks and heartfelt gratitude to all involved, are some of the memories and feelings that I have brought home with me.  

Standing in the opening circle, and having it hit home over and over that I was not the only one with doubts and fears, and knowing that we would all help each other exorcise them along the way.

Coming away from Speed Trance feeling happy for passing along a little of what I have picked up over the years, knowing that I may have helped people in their journey.

Sharing in the enthusiasm and energy of the younger folks who were there pursuing their passions openly and without apology, in a way that I never could have done at that time in my life.

Benefitting from the wisdom and experience of my elders in the community, who paved the way for amazing experiences like this.

Exchanging power and energy with those I can trust my mind, and those who are willing to trust me with theirs.

Realizing that, while I am admiring and seeking the chance to play with many of these talented, interesting, and creative people, some of them may be thinking the same of me.  :)

Taking in the soothing sights, sounds and comforting breezes of the spectacular setting.

Missing the start of the visual induction session, only to wander up the road from a brief walk to find 30 people standing and staring in rapt silence.

Being back in the circle at the end, letting the tears well and fall as they were meant to, and trying to push out the words.

@hypno-sandwich @hypnokinkwithmrdream @diaryofasnowflake @theleeallure @ everyone at dmdw thank you.

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It certainly speaks to me. Wonderful.

An Ode to Subby Men

You are not an impotent worm who exists to be crushed beneath my heel. That stereotype has always made me feel like I wasn’t Dominant, because this is not what I want. I adore you because you are so much more than a dick with a collar. You have your own style and interests. You unabashedly love your kinks. You geek out with fellow kinksters. I love to watch you talk about the things you’re passionate about. You give me warm feelings inside when you blush. Watching you surrender, to me or to someone else, surrender and give up control, even for a moment, sends a hot flash into my pussy. I want to stare you down as I whisper to you what I’d like to do to you. It makes your eyes grow wide. You swallow, perhaps you shudder. And then there is that eagerness. Yes, Nath. Thank you, Nath. Even when I hurt you, or render you helpless. You are adorable! Now kneel for me, you wonderful man.

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mattintrance here. I'm a stocky (ahem) middle-aged dude with graying brown hair buzzed short. I was the lucky victim of the lovely and talented MrsPrism and wonderfully hypnotic EnScenic in a terrific dual induction that had my mind bouncing like a yo-yo on a taut string. Not surprisingly, I don't recall the name of the class. It was nice meeting new folks and trancing with old friends!

NEEHU ATTENDEES

And attendees of other hypnocons

If you have a tumblr and attended NEEHU or a different con please reblog with your scene name and something identifying you (for example “i taught this class” or “I have three heads”) so that we can all identify our new friends.

For example, I am Noelle, aka EnScenic on tumblr, and I demo-bottomed for @hypno-moon-gazer‘s Fractionation class Saturday morning at NEEHU8, and I only have one (visible) head.

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Snappy! is indeed fantastic. As for the powders--well, they are as close to magic as you can get.

Just wanted to say that I listened to Snappy Response for the first time about a week and a half ago and I'm addicted. The snaps, your voice (absolutely wonderful, btw), everything. I also saw some things on your twitter about "knockout powders", are you still doing that?

I’m glad you liked Snappy! I think it’s one of the more fun audios I’ve made.

I still do stuff with the knockout powders - I’ve made (and taken down at request of my subjects) a few videos with them, but in person I use them fairly regularly, and teach about them in my “Hypnotic Drug Play” classes.