Thanks to every one of my new followers and all of you who have been reading and enjoying my stories.
If you’re into that sort of thing, please consider trying out this collaboration I did with theleeallure, called “The Edge of Trance.” Edge of Trance …
hypno-sandwich has set himself a project to write me a whole bunch of stories that press my buttons.
I didn’t respond to this one at first, and it was nothing to do with the story not being to my liking.
Far from it.
I’ve read this particular story so many times I didn’t want to just express how I felt about it in words. I wanted to record how I hear it in my head.
Honestly. This ticks so many of my boxes, and I’m grinning like a chimp that Sandwich took what I said to heart. It’s darker, it’s got repetition and mantras, and it’s so. Flipping. Hot.
I like your angry hypnofucking stories, Sandwich. Get angry more often 😉
They sat in his private screening room, just having watched some second-rate Danny Boyle flick. The credits were slowly marching their way up the screen.
She turned to him and said, “You know you can’t hypnotize me, right?”
He started. “What? Why?… Why would you say that?”
She leaned a little away from him on the couch, but kept her hand on his arm, as if to hold him at a proper distance.
“Because… I hate to say it.”
He gave her a blank look. “Go on. Be honest.”
“Because I’m smarter than you, Reg. I’m more clever, and, frankly, better read. I know all the tricks in the book. Look, I’ve seen your little harem, and I’ve seen how you get into what passes for their little heads, but you simply can’t get into mine…. you’re just…”
While she had been talking, Reg stood up, and was pacing in front of her. He stopped, a curious look on his face.
“I’m just… what?” A more attentive person might have seen the concealed fury raging below his face. She was a very attentive person.
“You’re just….” she giggled, “Not good enough.” She paused for effect. “You’re not really strong enough to handle me even if you got me.”
Reg grabbed a glass and walked behind her to get to the bar, apparently to grab another soda.
“Really?” he asked.
She didn’t even bother to turn around. “Really.”
He clicked something in his pockets and, all at once, the lights in the theater went out. Another click, and there, on the screen was this enormous, slightly green spiral, swirling and spinning.
She went to turn around, to tell him he was wasting his time, but he was right there, with his hands clutching her hair. He moved whole body by her hair, until she was sitting and she was facing the screen. A brief smile danced across her lips.
“Listen, girl,” and the sneer in his voice was palpable. “I wasn’t going to take you into my ‘harem,’ and I’m still not sure I want to. Frankly, I have higher standards. Your skirt’s just a little too high, and you undid just one too many buttons when you went to the bathroom after dinner. What sort of girl does that, I wonder? Hm?” He paused. “Well I don’t care, because you’ll tell me what sort of girl you are by the end of the night.”
He shuffled around, putting in some earplugs, and then, clicked another button. Now, in addition to the spiral, there were flashing lights, and a hum in the distance, like whispers begging for her to do something.“
“But since you want proof of how ‘good’ I am. I’ll let you have it. Just for now.”
She struggled, but they both knew she couldn’t really win. He shoved her right back down into the couch and she landed with a poorly contained yelp.
“Look at the spiral, girl. Watch it! Because any second I’m going to hypnotize the fuck out of you. And I haven’t decided if you deserve to know when it happens or not. I haven’t decided if you’re going to slowly fall into the trance ‘cause I pushed you, or if you’re going to surrender to it and wind up on your knees begging to go even deeper. I don’t know if I’m going to waste hours guiding you through every crevice of trance, or if I’m just going to fuck your conscious mind into submission.”
She shook her head “no,” but it was already half-hearted.
“Even now you can feel my will pouring over you, as my whispers in your ear combine with the whispers in this studio, drowning your will. Even now your unconscious mind is paying attention to all those tiny little subliminal words I put into that spiral. Submit. Give in. Obey.
“I don’t even have to put you into a trance. In less than three minutes you’ll be so suggestible to me and my voice, I can tell you what to do when you’re wide awake and you’ll beg for me to let you do it.
“You want to know how I know you’re about to give in? It’s the way you’re squeezing those bare thighs of yours together, desperately trying to ignore how turned on you are, right now.
“And right now, we’re so far away from where you were when I turned on that spiral. Because the moment I turned the spiral on your mind turned started to turn off, and a whole different part of your body turned on.”
She continued to shake her head.
“Go on. Resist. I’m begging you. Please don’t ask me to be part of my terrible ‘harem.’ Don’t give in to me. How embarrassing for you to give in to the man who’s not as clever as you are, who’s not as smart, who’s not as well-read, who doesn’t know ‘all the tricks in the book.’ Come on, girl. Don’t give in. Stay conscious. Don’t listen to those voices in the room how good it feels to give in, to obey, to submit, to be just another conquest for me. Don’t be one of them.”
She was trying so desperately to resist. Part of her was turned on, part of her, after all, wanted his attention. But like this? She kept shaking her head. She was on the brink of tears, her eyes beginning to water with frustration.
“Resist. Show me what a clever girl would do in this situation. Tell me what a smart girl would do. Tell me.”
She couldn’t find the words. She felt like she was holding on to her last shred of dignity, her last shred of willpower, her last shred of consciousness. The lights were disorienting her. She saw words flying by in all the corners of the room. Those whispers, telling her to give in. And always there was that screen with the spiral. And always there was his voice, goading her, mocking her, telling her not to give in.
“Show me what kind of girl you are. Show me how you’re better than me. Don’t sleep. Don’t give into this trance. Don’t give into the whispers. It’d make me happy to see you resist all this pressure on your poor. Little. Mind. So come not. Don’t fall. Don’t let me push you. Don’t give in.”
She could practically taste the mocking tone in his voice. Her mind was a racing blur, trying to keep up with his words and all the sounds and visuals. She had to fight him. She couldn’t do what he wanted. What did he want? It was getting so hard to think, like moving through molasses. She didn’t even notice that he wasn’t holding her by the hair anymore, that she had slumped so far forward she was on her knees, her head spinning in time to the spiral and the whispers all around her. She was, literally, overcome.
“So don’t do it. Show me what you’re made of! Don’t give in, girl. Stay awake”
That was it! She’d show him! She wouldn’t let him push her around, she thought to herself.
And with that, her mind executed a brilliant, perfect 10 dive into a deep, deep trance. And another smile came across her face. Those this time, it stayed.
After all… she showed she was smarter than him.
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Don’t try this at home. This is fantasy, and you shouldn’t do NC-hypno on a first date or in any interaction with another human being. Please, no wagering.
Later Friday after cooling off (marginally) from my scene with hypno-sandwich I encountered switchette. We’ve spoken a fair amount but we finally got around to playing. This woman is fucking amazing and she has such lovely reactions to having her beautiful teal and black dreads pulled.
When I…
So this is zanythoughts’s delicious (and super-sweet!) retelling of our scene a couple weekends ago. I have more to say about it, but first I need to read it over and over again and cover my mouth with my hand and look askance and think terribly naughty things and occasionally make noises – as is my wont.
I feel like I’ve been tagged in. I’m gonna have to start blogging now, somehow someway.
I know you normally like the way my words take you down the sweet steep path to trance, gently luring you, coaxing you, cajoling your shy unconscious to the level of trance where we can play these fun little games in a coy, yet innocent way, and then we laugh.
I know you normally like that. But I also know that you fantasize about something else.
You see, you talk in your sleep.
You didn’t know that. I can see that on your face as you look at this graphic I showed you on the screen. But I can tell you that now because you’re barely listening to me. You see, you’ve been staring at it for an hour. And those words you repeat in your sleep? I can tell you’re about to say them again right now.
You don’t remember them, do you?
Well let me tell you what they are.
Ready?
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
Think about that.
Or better yet, don’t. ‘Cause I can tell how surprised you are.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you wouldn’t say that. You wouldn’t repeat those words. You’ve never actually said them. Ever. Good girls don’t say words like that. They certainly don’t mean them. They certainly don’t make good girls clasp their thighs together because of how hot and wet that makes them. Like the good girl watching this graphic throb in front of her vacant eyes.
Yet it’s true. It’s what you want. It’s what you’ve said. I’ve heard them over and over again for the last few nights.
“Fuck my mind with your words. Fuck my mind with your words.”
I can tell you want to say them now.
I can tell you’re going to say them again.
I can see your lips twitching… wanting to say them to me.
Only this time, you’ll have your eyes open. And instead of saying them in some kind of slumber, you’ll be saying them to me. Instead of a fantasy, it’ll be an invitation.
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
Feel this graphic image throb inside your mind.
Feel my words throb inside you. Feel them slowly push their way in through the folds of your brain, and stretch you apart, just enough to know that my words are there. Feel those words… my words… fill you up. Feel them force their way inside what’s left of your greedy, needy, wanting…. mind.
Open your mind for me and let my words in.
Let them caress you and run back and forth flooding you with that glistening sheen of anticipation as you start to feel yourself reach the point of no return.
Feel that feeling build inside you, as if there is some explosion that is just looking for some outlet, some bend, some crack inside your mind to be released. Feel those words repeating over and over inside your pretty little head, as if they’re just a little too much for you to handle.
Feel the words take control of your mind, of your body, of your mouth.
All you have to do is say those words, and they will be true, and when those words are true, when that need is true, then all that pleasure will be yours.
Yes, that’s it. I know you’re resisting just a little. And maybe it’s because you don’t want to admit your need. Maybe it’s because you think I was lying at the beginning and that somehow I’ve made you think it’s true now. Maybe it’s because I can tell how wet you are, and I can see you squirm as you stand there, slack-jawed and empty, save only for my words.
But maybe you’re resisting because you want my words to bend you over my desk and fuck that last bit of resistance out of you.
So bend over. Yes. Just like that. And you know what you have to do.
You know how to show that you’re ready.
You know how to tear that need away from your dreams and turn them into reality.
Say my words. Say them.
Say them now.
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
Again.
“Fuck my mind with your words.”
And again.
“Fuck my mind with your words! Fuck! My! Mind! With! Your! Words!”
Now don’t stop until you’ve finished. And when you’ve finished, when there’s nothing left but mindless repetition, when you’ve felt thoroughly and completely fucked by my words… after your need was made real because you asked, you demanded the very thing you wanted and I gave it to you…every last word…..
I know you’re resisting just a little. And maybe it’s because you don’t want to admit your need. Maybe it’s because you think I was lying at the beginning and that somehow I’ve made you think it’s true now. Maybe it’s because I can tell how wet you are, and I can see you squirm as you stand there, slack-jawed and empty, save only for my words.
But maybe you’re resisting because you want my words to bend you over my desk and fuck that last bit of resistance out of you.
This file puts you into hypnotic bondage that appears to others as sleep, and then does some nipple torment and orgasm control. It was designed to be listened to in the safety of your own bedroom or even on a plane or while riding in a car on a long road trip.
It’s meant to be looped, and empowers your subconscious to know when it’s time to stop the recording. I suggest setting aside an hour… or two… Because this file is designed to loop, it skips the introductory and rapport-building parts and just jumps right in. If you don’t slip into a hypnotic trance quickly, that’s okay, relax, pretend, and treat this as a hot fantasy file.
This file assumes:
you can be pulled down into a strong trance rather abruptly (though I hope to make one that’s more for beginners soon that will lay the groundwork for files like this one),
you can edge from clitoral stimulation (i.e. if you’ve got male parts, you’re welcome to listen, but….),
you respond well to a commanding style (rather than imagery), and
last and least, this assumes you’re listening to this via an iPod. How I wish I had said “mp3 player” but instead I said “iPod”! (D’oh!) If you’re using a laptop or some other mp3 player then please pretend/ignore/forgive this one. 😛
(FYI: It also takes advantage of that “promise” trigger I talked about in a previous post. 😉 )
Lasting effects are sore nipples for a few hours (and being very aroused).
I’ve been listening to femsubdenial’s hypnosis file one or two times the last week, but – with today being a snow day and all – I was able to put aside some unrestricted time and finally fall much deeper into trance.
My god, y’all. When I stopped, I thought I was under for about 30-40 minutes, but it had been well over an hour! My pussy was on fire. I was dripping wet and wanted to cum so badly – but I’ve been planning to hold off this entire weekend to see just how much I can drip.
One result that I haven’t had yet – no soreness in my nipples after. Today I felt some pulling, twisting, and pinching, but no real pain during and especially not after. I’m wondering if this is because I haven’t had a lot of nipple torture experience yet, so my mind doesn’t know how to make it up?
All in all, a great experience. Highly recommend if you’re into teasing and/or denial.
