Well, when I say erotic hypnosis on youtube videos, I have to admit that these videos don’t feature a lot of what I would normally get up to in a session. For one, I am conscious of the fact that Youtube is accessible by people of all ages so I have been careful to keep erotic content to just a subliminal level. (more…)
Thank God for my subconscious alarm clock. I had a pre-arranged web cam erotic hypnosis session with a new subject in Saudi Arabia. The session was to be at 4.30 am GMT (UK, London time). I set my alarm to wake me up at 4 am. It was my phone alarm, the phone itself set to silent so I wouldn’t be disturbed by phone calls or text messages. The problem is, if the phone was to have its way, I would not be disturbed by the alarm either! (more…)
Yes, you’ve guessed unless this is the first time you’ve come across my erotic hypnosis blog. The saga of my rather paranoid client continues. So paranoid is he that he’s beseeching me to stop writing the story. But there’s a reason why I’ve been sharing it. Like the punch line of a joke. Which will become apparent. I’ve asked him to point out one thing in any of the blogs I’ve written about his erotic hypnosis session that can identify him. I know he will not be able (more…)
There is still a whole lot more to this tale of a young man that came to me for hypnosis. The previous installation can be found here. http://www.queencleopatra.co.uk/hypnosex/more-on-the-client-from-hell-and-erotic-hypnosis.htm
I sat still, and stunned, digesting the revelation. I was also digesting the fact that this young man had just spent a fortune to learn the hard way one of the first things any one that does research into hypnosis should know: You cannot hypnotise anyone into doing something against their will. (more…)
You may remember the story I started telling about a rather tricky client. Well, he was browsing my blog, saw the blog entry and had a fit, thinking I was about to expose his identity. He emailed me asking me not to write about him any more. I think that’s ridiculous. I don’t run a scandal sheet to name and shame. My blogs are always carefully written, such that even the people I write about barely recognise themselves, let alone a casual reader. I wrote back telling him that no one tells me what I can and can’t write about and re-assuring him that nothing that identifies him will be written here.
I’ve just heard the story of a lady that drank herself to death. The drink wasn’t vodka, or beer, or any type of alcohol. It was water, the purest drink of all.
She drank four litres of water as part of a diet regime, but didn’t follow the Lighter Life Diet instructions, drinking all that water within a two hour window rather than over the course of the day. Now her five children are without their mother.
