Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

This was originally posted by Lady Anna, a dominatrix based in the Yorkshire area of England, with a penchant for medical fetishes.  As I read it, I recognised all the types that a professional mistress or dominatrix encounters, many of whom I have either banned their email addresses or blocked their phone numbers.  Basically, these guys feel their manhood threatened and react in a way that should earn them a place on therapist’s couch.  It’s not that they have a problem with the payment (tribute) requires in the pay to play scene.  Because face it, if you can’t afford something, you move on and focus on what you believe your money should be spent on.

To the list I’ve added Mr I’ve Bought You Something From Your Wish-list.  You’ll see why.  But this is an introduction to a line up of timewasters in their many and varied guises. Some are more obvious than others and some are more devious. Whatever their Modus Operandi the result is the same: wasted time, wasted effort and varying degrees of damage to a PD’s confidence, motivation and livelihood (and will to live).

Mr Chat doesn’t want to make a booking. He has no intention of ever making a booking but he’ll call to have a chat about the session that you will do with him. He will also assure you that he is completely genuine. He will carefully guide the conversation to what he could expect and how you will discipline him. Watch out for heavy breathing and sudden hang ups as he disappears in a puff of spunk (copyrighted to Ms Slide).

Mr No Show makes a booking so that he can discuss with you all of his concerns and worries. He needs you to allay his fears and he likes to talk about how enjoyable sessions are. When he makes the booking he is strangely available on any day, at any time you suggest with no hesitation or time to consult either his memory or his diary. Along with Mr Chat he is very, very genuine. He tells you this at least three times. You have a feeling he won’t confirm and sure enough, he doesn’t.

Mr Confirms will book and, as requested and expected, he will also confirm on the day of the session. He then conducts his usual business knowing that the Mistress will be preparing herself for him. He watches the clock with baited breath and tented trouser as the time draws ever nearer. Look at him, he’s Da Man. He has a Mistress all dressed up and waiting for him. False bookings are often made in his lunch break so he can spend some extra time in the loos.

Mr Cancel is a bit further up the evolutionary scale than Mr Chat, Mr No Show and Mr Confirms. Mr Cancel makes a considered booking in advance. He may then need to call to change the time of the day. With each call he chats a little more. He’s really looking forward to the session, are you? Unfortunately, something very, very important crops up at work and so he has to cancel. He’s terribly sorry. He calls again a few weeks later and re-books. Unfortunately though, he has to cancel again. After several months you realise he has done nothing but book and cancel, book and cancel.

Mr Promise usually contacts you through message boards. He’d love to come and see you but he’s a bit busy at the moment. He contacts you again every few weeks to update you on his busy schedule and the problems he is having with his bank. As soon as it is sorted he will make a booking. Ever so friendly and don’t forget, genuine, he updates you whether you are bothered or not on how much closer he is to making a booking. He never does make that booking.

Mr Excuse is Mr Cancels’ cousin. Mr Excuse makes a booking but has to cancel due to so many things going wrong. These things happen don’t they? The MOT on the car was more expensive than they thought so they need to cancel. They have been called in for extra, much needed overtime so they have to cancel. But it is okay because he has let you know in plenty of time so he knows he can rebook at any time…as long as he cancels…even if it is the same day.

Mr One Session has given all of this timewasting a great deal of thought. Mr One Session makes a booking and he does turn up. He will ‘let slip’ how often he likes to session and how much disposable income he has. He has proved he isn’t a timewaster but a very promising regular, so when he books again you accept it with no qualms. Unfortunately he has to cancel a couple of days before. He’s terribly sorry. No problem, these things happen, thanks for letting me know. He soon calls again to rebook. Unfortunately he has to cancel again. Thanks for letting me know. A couple of weeks later he rebooks. The excuses are sounding less and less genuine but he sounds so sincere and he did come before you continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. He rebooks. He cancels. You then find out he is playing the same game with a number of PDs in the same area. He’s well known, has several numbers and a few names. Fortunately for you he can’t remember which name he uses with which PD.

Mr Disappears books, confirms, and calls, as arranged, a few minutes before the session starts for final directions. He sounds nervous. He calls to say he has managed to get lost between point A and point B a mere 800 metres distance. You give directions again. No sign. You call. His phone is turned off. You wait, in vain, knowing that the sub eating monster has struck yet again.

Mr Freebie Hunter, otherwise known as Mr Friend may or may not actually book and turn up for a session. He’d rather not though as he is special and different to other subs. If he does he’ll only do it the once to prove he is genuine. Mr Freebie Hunter wants to be friends. He’ll offer to escort you to clubs and parties. He’ll even offer to do chores for you. All for free of course. Because he is special.

Mr Novelty is so off the wall that you can’t help but give him the time of day. He likes what? He is into what? Really? How does that work then? He becomes such a regular and amusing timewaster that you give him a nickname, and should you re-list on Serious Mistresses and he doesn’t call you actually become quite worried about him.

Mr Couple is a rare breed of timewaster. You can’t call yourself a twue PD until you have had a query from a man asking if you see couples. He’d have you talking all about how the session would work if you don’t refuse to discuss the possibilities any further until his wife calls you herself. She never does.

Mr Wonga is an odd one. He has stacks of cash and is usually accompanied by a (fake or genuine?) plummy accent. He has specially selected YOU but would you possibly be interested in his particular kink (even though you don’t list it, or specifically say you aren’t interested). Of course he will pay handsomely, at least three times your usual rate. He draws you in with his cash waving, extreme politeness and genial bonhomie. You don’t have the specific kit or clothing? No worries, Mr Wonga will purchase them for you. Despite his educated politeness he cannot take a firm ‘No’ as an acceptable answer. He regales you further with tales of shopping trips with his previous, but now retired (and unknown) Mistress. Eventually you manage to politely disengage and he reluctantly ends the conversation with a heavy sigh. Exactly 30 minutes later Mr Wonga calls back with an increased offer and further anecdotes about how often he would purchase special items for his last Mistress. The only way to get rid of Mr Wonga is to give in and agree to see him, and sure enough, you never hear from him again.

Mr Special is far too busy, and far too important to waste his valuable time carefully reading your website. Oh no, he’d far rather grab your telephone number and call you to waste your time by asking questions that are already answered on your site, things like your location, your fee, your interests… Mr Special deserves answers! Or he’ll ask for an appointment on the day you don’t work. He also doesn’t see why he should follow the same procedures as everyone else. What do you mean you don’t do same day appointments!? He is special! Fill out a questionnaire!!? But he is GENUINE.

Mr Macdonalds thinks all PDs are the same. The only thing that is different is our location. He usually asks for ‘the Mistress’ and if pressed has absolutely no idea which Mistress he is calling. His scribbled list of telephone numbers don’t help him out so he stutters and coughs as he desperately tries to remember a name, any name. Mr Macdonalds is rather bewildered and confused that you don’t immediately and gratefully agree to see him.

Mr Calls Back Because He Thinks He’s Remembered “Is it Lisa?”

Mr Disaster is plagued with near death experiences on motorways and a never-ending steam of hospital bound relatives. Even his cat is accident prone. You dare not, and wouldn’t, say anything other than ‘I’m terribly sorry, I understand, please don’t worry about it’. It means as well that you will probably accept another booking, after all, he can’t possibly have that many grandmothers or car crashes can he? Unfortunately…he does.

Mr Confused. “How much?”

Mr Wrong End of the Stick. “Do you do sex?”

Mr Insomniac calls between the hours of 1am and 3am depending on what time his local club closes their doors. Inebriated and horny he calls hoping like hell that you don’t actually pick up. If you do happen to pick up he either asks you if you are available (what, now!?) or he quickly hangs up. If you don’t answer, he calls again, and again until he falls asleep in his pizza.

Mr Quiet. “……..” Is he even breathing? You hang up so he doesn’t faint.

Mr Hang Up Repeatedly hangs up Quelle surprise, I answered my phone.

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Mr Newbie…..not!  Tries very hard to sound nervous to the point of being painful to listen to. Keeps repeating that it will be his first time and is very nervous. Asks ( very nervously) what might be in store for his ” first session” and then proceeds to trip himself up by knowing some of the jargon used for various activities ( despite forever claiming before that he knows nothing) He will pick up on something you are saying/have said and will ask you to explain in more detail, and more detail…..and more detail ( because after all he is new to this) You explain that because its his first time, he needs to be sure that a session with you is really what he wants to do and that he should go away and think about it, and then give you a ring when he has……….only he never does because he has got what he wanted, a nice cosy/sexy chat.

Mr I’ve Bought You Something From Your Wish-list notifies you that he’s ordered an item from your wish-list, usually a substantially priced item that needs to be delivered and is scheduled to arrive in x number or days time.   He’ll drop hint about wanting a web cam or phone session, or may be insistent about having one immediately.  As he figures it ordering a gift item is as good as the item being in your hand.  Except the item never arrives – seeing as he would have cancelled it within 24 hours.  A case of buyer’s remorse, a genuine mistake with his credit card, or the mistress has naively given him some time on the phone or web cam so he cancels the purchase that had got him into her good books?

Mr I’m a Qualified Reikki/Masseur/Reflexologist who pretends to be a client desperate to book, then when the thorny topic of money arises, mentions that he’s qualified in Reikki, massage, reflexology or another alternative therapy.  When you don’t take the hint, he directly states that he can’t afford to pay but would happily do a trade of skills because I’ll enjoy it so much.  Newsflash, I can afford several sessions of Reikki, massage or reflexology for cash, without much effort, and select someone that’s qualified and insured to provide the service.

Mr Web Designer Despite seeing that I have a web site, asks if I’m looking for a web designer or any kind of internet work.  I had one the other day who wrote saying he was willing to trade his “skills” for my “time”.  This made me see red!  I haven’t picked up what I do as a hypnotist by teaching myself.  Countless hours in the class-room, lots of money spent on qualifications and he thinks all I have to offer a sub is my time.  My unskilled time.  Versus his html skills probably self-taught or picked up in Adult Education evening classes.  Even I know as much html, php and C programming as many of these blaggers. For the record, I will never allow any subject near my web sites.  It;s a little too close to home.

I found it amusing that the original author, Lady Anna, put into words random opinions that had been forming in my mind over the years.  And I’m sure other ladies had Oh My Gosh moments as they read through.

There is a list of Time-wasting mistresses.   Although I suspect that apart from the hard chore unprofessional ones, the others have just come up with excuses when they felt a particular sub was going to be more trouble than the tribute he would be would be worth.

I should compile a list of Treasured Clients.  Each one an individual in their needs, but having the same thing in common: respect for someone that has learnt enough about a particular skill or art to make their dreams come true.

Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis

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The Internet has this freebie tag.  A lot of people think everything should be free. There was a time when everything on the Internet seemed to be free: ring tones, mp3s, movies.  There were free hosting packages with sites like Geocities (a branch of Yahoo, I believe).  Even domain names were available for mere pennies. If you could right click a mouse, it was yours.

But fast forwrad to 2010.  And an erotic hypnotist has hosting to pay for.  A web site to build.  Hypnosis and NLP skills to study and learn.  An internet connection to pay for.  If you’ve ever resented a hypnodomme for expecting to be paid for what she does, then read this insightful thread.  It’s title is Free As a Business Plan.  A.K.A Why Doesn’t Some Pretty Young Female Hypnotist Give Her Recordings Away For Free in the Hope that She’ll Earn More Than If She’d Sold It Traditionally.

I learnt loads from some of the contributions.  I contributed too, but mainly to point out the double standards and motives of the person that made the post in the first place.  His ridiculous assertion, from his previous posting history, was that it was wrong for a dominant woman to have a shop and put price tags on her items. She should give them away. That’s right, a domme should become a slave to her sub.  Oh, and it will work if she has broad appeal by being young and attractive.

Selling erotic hypnosis material on the Internet is an up-hill struggle for us.  Very few of us could retire wealthy from the proceeds of our work.  A lot of us maintain a finger or two in alternative income streams, lest we faint with hunger in the middle of a rapid induction.  Yes, even an Erotic Hypnotist needs to eat and buy nice shoes.

But supposing she could survive instead on the tributes of hypnotized and loyal subjects?   Does this business model have merit?  For the hypnotist to beguile you into listening to a recording that’s free – but makes you want, or need to tribute.  Bare in mind that she would have to rely on tributes mainly since online earning opportunities like Google Adsense and the Youtube Revenue Share Scheme aren’t as welcoming to adult related web sites, no matter how much traffic they attract.  So, that lovely passive income opportunity passes us by (what a waste of online real estate!).

What kind of recording would make you as a willing subject want to tribute willingly to me?  What would make you NEED to give to me willingly?  What would make you pace restlessly through my wishlist, determined to impress me?

The challenge for you is to come with an idea for an erotic hypnosis recording – an MP3.   A subject matter that you know will draw you the listener into an incredibly deep trance as you willingly submit your mind to your fantasy.   What about it would render you speechless, your heart fluttering as you realise that I have ensnared your mind and you really, really, do want to make a generous gesture.

Would your need to tribute be as a result of devotion, or would it be linked to a craving.  What hypnotic drug can I feed you? How badly will you require another, deeper fix?  A taster, a sample, that leaves you licking your lips and wanting more.  But knowing that the only way to get more is to get my attention … with more than words.

Ideas via my contact form please!   No suggestions regarding body waste or any such extreme fetishes.    As much detail as possible, please.  Make it easy for me to get inside your head and refuse to leave until you’ve paid your dues!   The best one will be selected to be the inspiration of an experimental recording to do exactly what you have told me is going to make you a willing subject, responding to suggestions that are impossible to resist.

And I’d like to see if you will be brave enough to listen to your own suggested recordings!

Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis in London, UK

Cleopatra is a female hypnotist specialising in Erotic Hypnosis, Mind Control, and Brain Washing in London, UK where she offers live, in person sessions of real, one to one hypnosis, a unique experience for those that wish to experience complete loss of control.

She also performs group hypnosis and stage hypnosis shows, as well as sessions via web cam, and phone. And if you can handle having your mind in a dreamy spin for days on end, invite Cleopatra along as your hypnotic travel companion on your next holiday break. Cleopatra regularly visits major US cities, Australia and Europe.

See samples of her warm hypnotic style on her Youtube Channel, http://www.youtube.com/erotichypnosis

Purchase her unique erotic hypnosis videos at http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616

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I had a new client recently who was happy to have the camera rolling to capture his session.  New to hypnosis as well, although with a submissive side that he’d was willing to explore more.  One of his identified kinks was CFNM. Clothed Female and Naked Male.  I asked him about his previous experiences of being naked in front of a fully clothed female.

What surprised me about his answer was how ordinary experiences of being naked in front of a clothed female were always in professional settings. But he recounted each one faithfully because each occasion was so tantalisingly close.  Being naked for a medical check up; a photo shoot with a female photographer – albeit marred slightly when she asked him to hold a pair of gloves up in front of his genitals, to make the photos tasteful.

“Now you get to be naked in front of a woman that knows exactly how turned on you feel to be naked in front of a fully clothed woman,” I assured him.  He smiled and nodded.  But I didn’t ask him to strip naked. Oh goodness no.  Because that would be way too easy and not hypnotic.  I needed him to feel the role erotic hypnosis was going to play in this fantasy.

The session opened with a swinging pocket watch induction.   He relaxed, allowed himself to let go and was soon embarking on the first of the many trances he would experience.  Not that he seemed that impressed when he first came out of trance.  To be in trance feels so normal for some, not quite what one was expecting.  Almost dismissible.

I used a sleep trigger on him.  Any response was barely noticeable to the naked eye.  I must have blinked and missed it, which was more than could be said for my subject.  Not even a blink.  Indeed, his response had been a smile and:

“It didn’t work.”

“Do you really think so?” I had asked.  I’d been prepared for this.  And now I was glad the camera was filming.  Just because his eyes were still open and he wasn’t back in trance didn’t mean as much as he thought it meant.  Too many potentially good hypnotic subjects give up too soon on the power of hypnosis, not realising they were on the threshold of deep and convincing trance.   He admitted to feeling a little dizzy.  That was good enough for me.

I snapped my fingers again, as you’ll see in the video.  This time I observed almost imperceptible muscles in his eye-lids tremble for a split second.  No one can do that consciously.

“What just happened there?” I asked my sceptical subject.

“Well, my eyes feel strange,”

“Your eyes do feel strange, don’t they?” I repeated the trigger.  “Something is definitely happening there.”

With a bit of prompting, I showed him how the rest was in his hands.  I couldn’t force him into being hypnotised or responding to triggers.  Well, not in a manner of speaking, although watching the video, you’ll probably think I gave his subconscious mind little or no choice but to obey. Which is what most men want anyway.

He had a roll to play in making it happen, allowing it to happen.  I allowed and encouraged him to make himself comfortable.  Getting comfortable would allow his mind to be susceptible to hypnotic conditioning. Once I had his mind conditioned, I would demonstrate to him that you can be hypnotized anytime, anywhere.  Soon, his mind was conditioned enough for him to immediately submit to the trigger.  Sometimes he’d slip away with a faint smile on his face, as if he felt he was just playing along.  But before long, the smile would melt into a placid expression as his facial muscles relaxed and he’d take on an intense expression of focus as his mind processed my suggestions.  This took just over an hour.  And included making his arm and hand numb.  With varying success.  He could still feel his arm, he said.  But he agreed that he couldn’t feel me pinching him with my nails. But I was satisfied that we could move on to the fun part of the hypnosis.  Bringing your fantasies into the mix.

So now that we’d broached the subject of nudity, it was time for us to have fun.  With him in trance once more, I fed him the suggestions he needed.  How much he wanted to be naked.  How weird he felt in his clothes.  How his urge to be naked would border on agitation, yet he would have to wait for my permission to strip naked.  His face, his whole body, began to take on the signs of the agitation, the excitement as he lay there.  He was trembling while in trance.

And when I counted him back to awareness, he was so fidgety.  I dragged the moment, playfully.  Discussing things.  Leaving him alone in the room while I went out to get a throw for the sofa.  I went out to switch the heating on.  Returned mid-way to ask him how high he’d like the heating.  Only his politeness prevented him from screaming “I don’t fucking care, just let me get naked for you now!”

And when the permission to strip naked came, he was almost ripping his clothes off, flinging them to one side and savouring the liberty.

“Would you like me to close the curtains?” I asked.

Most of my subjects are so paranoid, even when fully clothed, that the curtains always have to be closed.   He shook his head.  He was facing the window.  He was naked.  In front of me.  In front of the world.  He clearly secretly hoped that someone else might be watching, him.  And his erection was rock hard.  He was the consumate exhibitionist, to boot.

I chided him and verbally humiliated him, which made him get harder.

I then used the sleep trigger and he stood there naked, doubled over, in trance.  This I liked.  Earlier, he had equated his being able to enter trance with his need to be comfortable.  It helps to be comfortable.  But a well planted sleep trigger will work any time, any where.  Ask my subjects who’ve woken up slumped in front of their computer monitors with the indentations from their key board on their cheeks.

When he came to, he obeyed his installed impulse to pleasure himself crying out for my permission for him to cum.

He later reckoned that even if I’d withheld the permission at that point, he couldn’t have held back.

I think his next session will be a lesson in repeated orgasm denial.  And he can experience that naked too. That will remind him who’s in control when he’s in my presence!

The full video is available over the next couple of days, now that I’m done with the editing, more or less.  And you can watch his transformation from hypnotic sceptic to naked man in trance and one of the lucky hypnotized ones.

Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis in London, UK

Cleopatra is a female hypnotist specialising in Erotic Hypnosis, Mind Control, and Brain Washing in London, UK where she offers live, in person sessions of real, one to one hypnosis, a unique experience for those that wish to experience complete loss of control.

She also performs group hypnosis and stage hypnosis shows, as well as sessions via web cam, and phone. And if you can handle having your mind in a dreamy spin for days on end, invite Cleopatra along as your hypnotic travel companion on your next holiday break. Cleopatra regularly visits major US cities, Australia and Europe.

See samples of her warm hypnotic style on her Youtube Channel, http://www.youtube.com/erotichypnosis

Purchase her unique erotic hypnosis videos at http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616

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Today I received the kind of email/application/CV that arrives in my inbox from time to time.   The type from so called submissive guys convinced I’ve gone through the considerable expense of professional hypnosis training to be the best hypnotist that I can possibly be, just for my own sexual kicks.

I’ve cut and pasted what he had to say, without, of course, anything that identifies him.  No one deserves to be outed for being a self-serving delusionist.  I’m going to comment on each of his generous offers one by one.

1] All forms of body worship from your divine feet upwards to wherever you require.

My Thoughts: You don’t say!  I can see myself spending all day sprawled across luxury cushions while he wears his hypnotized tongue out to prove how well I have hypnotized him, right?  This kind of stuff happens in the movies, comics, one’s imagination and short stories written by, erm, other men, typically.   It’s always the first thing they imagine a hypnotist may do.  Or a dominatrix. Perhaps an insatiable nymphomaniac would drool at this offer.  Not me.  I’d probably be lying there, legs wide open, running spread-sheet formulas through my mind and wondering why, oh why, some men drown the surrounding beddings with saliva during cunnilingus.

2] All oral services whether massaging your clit and pussy to orgasm with my tongue or rimming for your pleasure or any other use of my tongue you may require.

My Thoughts:  At this point I should have progressed from drooling to swooning.  And we women complain that men are pigs in bed?  What a generalisation.   Well, the fact of the matter is that I have my sexual needs taken care of adequately, and then some.  Funny how men always assume that oral sex is the way to make a woman’s knees buckle.   The only response to such an offer is to roll my eyes heaven-wards.  He goes on to say:

3] My pussy arse is available for your pleasure with a strap-on. I have not been opened up for long and so still have limited capacity.

My Thoughts: Pussy arse?  Well, at least he’s helped me with my linguistic dilemma of what to call a man’s butt after feminising him!  I shall use that phrase in future, thank you very much.

But once again, a man dictating/suggesting to me that it must be pleasurable for me to stick anything up his rectal orifice.    My pleasure has never, and will never, involve inserting anything up anyone’s butt hole.  To try and convince me that I am getting anything out of it, and should be grateful, is laughable.  My g-spot isn’t buried up his arse (sometimes, I’m as clueless as the men trying to figure out where it’s buried, but that’s another blog).  So why should I get anything out of screwing it?  Besides, there wouldn’t be enough antiseptic wet wipes to disinfect my pocket watch afterwards.

4] Toilet duties as required. I am fully trained as the ladies toilet to be used directly with full cleaning services afterwards.

My Thoughts: Again, where is the pleasure in that?  I want to get out of any toilet I’m in as soon as possible after commiting my personal offences against the environment there.  And I want to clean myself properly, you know, with good old fashioned Andrex luxury quilted toilet paper, with a Kandoo wipe for that extra feel good factor.  Am I the only one that feels queazy at the thought of positioning myself in order to feel a tongue “cleaning me out”?  I can imagine the panic and revulsion if his tongue went from back passage to front passage in the process, exposing me to the risk of infections from the bacteria sensible women go to great lengths to ensure do not cross borders.  (Yes, I’m uptight, but I wouldn’t have it any other way).

These submissive guys always trumpet their toilet duties as if the’ve saved the best till last.  If people have a mutual taste (pun intended) for such activity, then why haven’t they figured out a less offensive way to attract each other?  I don’t need that kind of vulgarity in my inbox.  Each to their own, but do keep it to yourself.  Or accept that you won’t even get an acknowledgement of the email from me.  Like this guy did not.

And this is what subs do best.  They dictate to the so-called domina what will give her pleasure.  They don’t ask.  They insist, presume, assume.   Probably the earliest manifestation of topping from the bottom, where the submissive male is actually a mysoginist that enjoys playing on the intelligence of the domme and getting her to do his bidding – but pretending it’s all for her.  It’s like the man that gives his girlfriend a power drill set for Christmas. Who is the present really for?

But maybe this is really what he thinks a dominant woman wants, and he never imagined how pointless all his offers are to me.  Why offer all this to a total stranger about whom you know nothing?  If we’d bumped into each other on a scat fetish forum, then it would make sense that he was offering me his toilet duty skills.

Now maybe, well, actually, definitely,  this man would have got my attention if he’d been offering what any lady really wants.  To be pampered and spoilt with wining and dining at top restaurants.  Lots and lots of tangible gifts: Jimmy Choos; diamond rings, week-end spa breaks, and first class travel to exotic locations topping up my vitamin D with the sun-shine and showing off my bikinis although I know I can’t swim .  This guy didn’t even offer to spoil me with boxes of chocolate.  And how about deal breaker -  a standing order straight to my bank account every month?

True selfless service is giving, even when it hurts. Not passing your fantasies off through the trojan horse of suggesion as the desires of another person.  This might work on someone weak-willed.  I should be insulted that he even tried to pull this one on me. This is erotic narcissism at its best (the sub, I mean, not me, for a change!).

Cleopatra, London Queen of Erotic Hypnosis

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