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How do you stop erotic hypnosis?  I saw that on a summary of discussions on a forum and did a double take? Why would anyone want to “stop” erotic hypnosis?  Apart from a tease and denial session, where a trigger word STOPs the arousal in its tracks – but even then, the start of the arousal and the interruption of the arousal are as erotic as erotic hypnosis gets.

I once tried to tell this story a year or two ago.  But the subject in the story got so paranoid and afraid that I was going to identify him, almost threatening suicide, that I backed off.    It was silly.  I’ve never done anything to him, or any other, to jeopardise their identity.  But I thought it a shame I never told the story because it holds a valid lesson about hypnosis and expectations – not to mention accusations.   And why a discussion on how to stop erotic hypnosis could be up for discussion in the first place.

This discussion I chanced across on the Informed Consent web site rekindled my desire to tell this story. A man had “accidentally” stumbled upon an erotic hypnosis site.  He then proceeded to “accidentally” listen to a sample recording on it.  Then he developed a headache.  But he sensed the head-ache was no accident.  He was worried it was as a result of the hypnosis he had listened to, so he turned to fellow forum members for advice  on what to do next.   In my opinion, what to do, if anything.

So, back to my story, and after I hypnotized this guy, with a very intense feminization session, he left.  He left to go back to a life where he is the alpha male, heterosexual, and the provider in his home – a provider who wears jeans has his sleeves rolls up, and can knock you out with one punch if you so much as look at him wrong.  None of that pantie wearing stuff that he had given in to during his session with me.

But over the next few days, he began to phone.  He wanted assurances that he was out of hypnosis.  Could he still be in a trance, he asked?  He said he felt “off”, lethargic.  This was worrying to both of us as his job involved him climbing ladders.

I had never, and have never since, had this before.  And there was nothing about his session, even though it had gone on over three or four hours, to explain why he’d be feeling this way.

The hypnosis had been for feminisation.  But the symptons he was reporting weren’t mincing steps and lisping talk, nor a desire to wear silk panties to work.  Just fatigue that he couldn’t shake off.  Which was why he wondered if he were still under hypnosis. (We are talking a good three to four days after the actual hypnosis session).  He sounded unconvinced as he ended the call.  But he lives miles away and there wasn’t much more I could do apart from re-assure him.

The phone calls got more desparate over the next day or so.   He was so alarmed, that he was thinking of visiting a proper “clinical hypnotherapist” so they could “fix him”.

I reminded him that I am a clinical hypnotherapist.  I just choose to specialise in erotic hypnosis.  I didn’t mind him going to see a “kosher” hypnotherapist.  But I advised him that the prejudice nd ignorance towards erotic hypnosis and recreational hypnosis displayed by my professional hypnotherapist colleagues is so rife, that if there was nothing wrong with him when he walked in, he’d be convinced that exposure to my hypnosis had subjected him to the worst possible malaise.  In short, they would add to his panic. But the choice was his, if it would make him feel better.

Then I heard nothing for about a week.  I wondered if he had gone to see another therapist.  A part of him pitied him, if he had.

Then I got another call from him.   He was apologising profusely.  After he’d last been in ouch with me, that week he’d been feeling down, he’d since come to realise that what he had was a virus.  A good old fashioned cold, flu, virus thingy.  Hence he’d been feeling out of sorts.

I was relieved he’d received some closure on the matter.  And I found it hilarious that he was so afraid of hypnotic mischief that he’d missed the obvious signs of a cold.

Having said that, there are a couple of hypnodommes with a reputation for planting a trigger in their subject’s mind that invoke a really bad head-ache if they listen to a competitor’s work.   Talk about anti-competitive.  This is allegedly common in some freebie recordings.   I only know of this because I’ve read the complaints from men who were affected by this, especially if they hadn’t been aware such a trigger had been planted in the first place.  I blame the free lunch mentality.

A common practice amongst the subjects that have seen it all and heard it all and know what is possible through hypnosis, is to do a “cold listen”, wide awake, to make sure there are no suggestions they wouldn’t want to fall for.  You may think this is easy to do, but if you’ve got a hypnotist urging you to close your eyes and sleep, you’d need a double expresso to keep those eyes open … and even then you may find yourself in a waking trance.  A waking trance is twice as lethal as you don’t see it coming.

I recently listened to a hypnosex recording, fully awake.  I didn’t want to be hypnotized.  I wanted to see how he had approached it, and what suggestions in particular he’d focused on, out of the many out there. I remember thinking it was a bit new-agey and completely unlike how I’d approach it.  I switched it off and thought no more of it.

Then I realised that sex was suddenly a whole lot more fun.  I put my new enthusiasm down to sex improving with age.  I was feeling quite pleased with this by-product of growing old.  Then I wanted to play a CD, hit the eject button in the CD player, saw the hypnosex recording and heard a whole bag of pennies dropping.

I’m glad it had been a recording to improve one’s sex life, and not something else!   But imagine, if my subconscious mind accepted suggestions I didn’t even know I was accepting, while I was wide awake, or thought I was wide awake, can you imagine how much stronger the effect of hypnosis is when you submit, and sleep?

But back to when the effects of trying on a bit of hypnosis on for size may not produce the desired effect, for any one concerned, here are links to a couple of safety recordings.

Of the first, Nikki Fatale of Hypnofantasy has this to say:

For those who may be interested here is a session that will allow you to dismiss triggers and suggestions that may be undesirable to you. http://www.box.net/shared/h4xcp1o844

The second is a Lady Julia, who, like Nikki, has a good, safe reputation as an erotic hypnotist.

http://www.ladyjulia.net/safetynet.html

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.

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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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This doesn’t just have to be one’s hypnotic fetish, but generally, for those of us that are into one fetish or the other, most of us go to great extremes to keep these interests from friends, work colleages, distant relatives, and even partners.

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And now I understand the fundamentals of the hair pulling fetish. In fact I feel as if the hair pulling fetish and hypnosis could be first cousins.

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He didn’t think he’d been hypnotised. So, why was he standing in such an awkward way? His legs were crossed and his hand hovered uncertainly before his crotch.

His awkward stance was because he could still feel the chastity device I’d put on his cock during the erotic

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