Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

A subject had alerted me to look out for a belated Christmas cum birthday present that would arrive in the post any day now.   I suggested he bring it down in person when he came for his next session, next month.  But he was afraid his wife would come across them and then he’d be in trouble.   It was easy to spot, amongst all those forboding brown envelopes and sterile looking bills.

When he buys me gifts, he always leaves me guessing, right until the tantalising end. Maybe this is his revenge for the times I’ve led his mind back and forth, alternating between arousal, amnesia, the bring of orgasm, then back down into a deep trance, from which he awakes to find me filing my nails or reading a book.   I knew there’d be no point guessing, and any hints he’d give would be so cryptic as to be ethically misleading – a bit like the covert hypnosis I’ve often used to catch him off-guard.

His last gift was a pair of hypnotic spiral goggles.  That choice of gifts was genius and eerily spot on.  I’d once placed this very item on my Ebay watched items list, before dismissing it, as I wasn’t sure what they’d look like in real life.  Or if I’d want to be caught wearing them.  As it was, they are quite cute.  They look innocent.  But they work.  Stare deep into them when I’m wearing them, at your peril …  He discovered that too, to his delight.

So, when this gift arrived, I wondered what his choice of gift to please me with would be like.

I was in a bit of a rush to leave for some errands, but couldn’t resist having a peak. At first glance, I thought I was looking at a pair of ear-rings.  But they had no hook.  Then I felt the blood drain from my face.

Nipple jewellery.  He’d bought me nipple jewellery!

I found myself really pleased they’d come in the post and not been handed to me in person.   I can’t imagine how he’d have interpreted the expression on my face. Although knowing me, I’d have probably have laughed it off.

I actually have, in the past, bought myself a set of nipple jewellery rings.  This was not long after Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction.  Although I think hers were/are pierced jewellery.   I quite cherish maintaining my nipples as a piercing free zone.

So in a way, he’d once again bought me something I had a private interest in.  But that’s it, a private interest.  I can hardly share nipple jewellery in the same way that I hope to share the hypno goggles or any other gifts you send me. This bore the hallmarks of a man buying his wife or girl-friend sexy lingerie for a present.  But only in as much as he expects to see her wearing them!

Once I got over the shock of his brazeness (and he assures me he had no such ulterior motives when he bought me the nipple jewellery ((and because he is a man, I believe him, of course)), I did rip off my blouse and my bra and try them on.  Well, I tried one on.  My first reaction was a triumphant, “Ah-ha, they’re too small to fit around my nipples”.  But the inner ring is adjustable – although it loses some of its beauty when adusted too wide.  With a bit of practice, I may be able to get the jewellery around my nipples.  Dare I say it needs third party hands to adjust it and get it just right as each time I thought I’d got it on okay, it would be clear that I only had to sneeze, before it flew off my chest.

But they are lovely.  And once  I got over the shock, I was actually quite pleased with them.  And with him.

Now that I’d received them, he wrote and explained that he had to off-load them as his wife has inverted nipples and would have known he’d bought them for someone else if she’d come across where they were hidden. And the sharp-eyed readers are probably wondering how he could be so sure that I haven’t got inverted nipples.

I wrote him back and explained I couldn’t think of any situation in which I’d get to show them off, either in person or on film  The general public are too narrow-minded and bigoted to appreciate the beauty of the female breast without subjecting the proud wearer to unnecessary attacks.   The male detractors would go off for a crafty wank then return to condemn hypnotists that use their breasts for hypnosis.  The female detractors, most likely other hypnodommes, would condemn female hypnotists that have to stoop so low to attract hypnotised admirers by using their breasts.  Their criticism arising from the sore point that they are either too flat chested to compete, or have boobs that reach down to their toes.  But they’ll dress it up as a moral stand, either way.

They miss a trick.   Hypnotic breasts are living proof of the knock out effect of breast hypnosis.    One day I’ll get a breast hypnosis induction caught on tape and you’ll see – it’s like the victim hits an invisible fist.

I’ve got an idea, though, of how I can give the haters “the finger”, and get to share my nipple jewellery.

Be patient!

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

Hindsight is a great tool if you can remember what has already happened.  If you can’t then you are doomed to repeat it.  Especially under the influence of erotic hypnosis.  From what I recall of the live in person hypnosis session referred to below, that took place a few months ago, there were no suggestions of amnesia.  But he was, by his own admission, so deeply conditioned to submit to me before we actually got to meet face to face, that it comes as no (more…)

I can’t believe I didn’t win the £90 million pounds Euro Lottery!!! I was so sure. It had to be mine. In fact, I delayed a session by ten minutes yesterday when I belatedly realised I had half an hour left to play my numbers.  You know how you just know that the week you forget to play your numbers is the week they’re going to come up.

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It’s always fun to follow up the intensity of a hypnosis session with spontaneous triggering and spending time with the subject afterwards isn’t always possible, nor practical.  We both have lives to get on with.  But that’s why I offer the opportunity to take me out for a meal, breakfast, lunch, dinner, even shopping, so I can unleash a post hypnotic trigger when you least expect it.

If you buy one of my latest series of erotic hypnosis video recordings, entitled Scott, Strawberries and Pleasure, you’ll see towards the end, where I plant suggestions in Scott for triggers I later use on him while we’re out eating at Hooters, (Houston – Spring, TX).

Hooters as a lunch venue came up as a joke but I loved the idea.  But I gave him two post hypnotic suggestions:  one, each time he saw me running my tongue along the edge of my glass, he’d feel a tongue rimming him (the genteel practice of running a tongue gently, and sometimes not so gently, along the contoured ridges of an anus).  Second, each time he saw me licking any kind of sauce of a knife, or sliding the knife in and out of my mouth, he’d feel … well, do I really need to draw you a diagram?

Later, when I realised the Hooter’s restaurant provided knives with sharp serrated edges, I came to regret that suggestion!

I compounded these two triggers by saying that he’d be especially turned on by all the busty waitresses at Hooters.  And the arousal now would be so unbearable that he’d just have to go and excuse himself to go to the bathroom to do relieve himself.

If he’s reading this, he will understand, now, why he couldn’t sit still that afternoon at Hooters; why he kept on pointing out the waitresses to me with his tongue hanging out as he drooled over their assets; and why he made two visits to the rest-room in less than an hour.  On the way back home, he confessed what he’d got up to during those rest-room visits (not realising I already knew).  But I do have a way of making people confess to things.

My one regret is that I didn’t have the camera to capture his predicament at Hooters.

He bought me a Hooter’s t-shirt that I may model for readers if at least ten of you ask me nicely to do so.  A bit of hypnosis wearing a tight fitting Hooter’s t-shirt?  What next?  Cleopatra in a very, very, wet T-shirt?

Buy the full video clip at my Clips4sale store here: http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616

Last night, after a visit to Papadeaux’s in Houston – Spring, and a sumptuous meal of char-broiled catfish and dirty rice, things seemed quite brighter than they had been about six hours earlier when I had sat in yet another US hotel with this time, not one, but two subjects that failed to show up.

Later on that same night, using erotic hypnosis in the Jacuzzi (a delicate balancing act of ensuring that your trance partner neither drowns nor hits his head against the edge of the Jacuzzi and suffer concussion), I realised that I’d learnt all I needed to know about how to organise trips to the United States in order to give those fascinated by me a real chance of real erotic hypnosis. This truly was a “suck it and see” exercise.  And I sucked hard enough, and long enough, to know whether I liked the taste or not.

But nobody came.  Okay, that’s not quite true.  Either way.  But not enough to continue this kind of tour in the way I set out to do it.

Six hours earlier, the strain of being away from home for three weeks and living out of two over-weight suitcases and between time zones had been getting to me.  I was convinced that I’d be concentrating my energies on creating erotic hypnosis mp3s and erotic hypnosis videos, like 99 out of 100 hypnodommes do.  My willingness to offer face to face erotic hypnosis makes me stand out.  But on days like yesterday, I do wonder if it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

Yesterday, I knew I’d had enough of flying from US city to city, never sure who was actually going to turn up, simply because they wouldn’t pay the required deposit.  I now appreciate the truth: anyone that cannot pay a $100 deposit in advance, knows better than anyone that he is probably not going to turn up at all.  So, with future visits, anywhere in the world, I’ll be targeting one city at once so I am not away from my own home comforts for longer than one week. I will also only accept full payment in advance.

I heard it all during this trip.  From the ones that lost interest once they realised that anal conditioning did not include a hands-on strap-on interlude from my good self.  To the one that, an hour before the session itself, announced that he no longer wanted a two hour session, just a one hour session.  I promptly withdrew my offer of an extra (on the house) hour for lunch and would have withdrawn my offer of making the journey to meet him at his home to hypnotize him – but for the fact being a wheel-chair user meant that the journey across Houston would actually have been quite an exhausting challenge for him.  I look back now and actually admire the fact that he had been prepared to travel to see me by Houston public transport.  It exhausted me making the journey and I was being driven in an air-conditioned car.

It did transpire later that he had misunderstood the whole concept of paying a deposit.  He thought that the deposit was in addition to the agreed fee.  Others seemed to have similar mental blocks to comprehending the need to pay a deposit to secure and confirm their bookings.  One guy wrote saying he thought my fee for the session was the $100 deposit!!! Do people like him have any concept of the costs of travel and a decent hotel?  Would he have been happy to find me in a hotel ridden with fleas and paper thin walls?  Even a decent custom erotic hypnosis mp3 will leave very little change out of $100.  What was he thinking?

So for now, I’m hanging up my pvc and corsets, and spending the rest of the trip producing the kind of erotic hypnosis downloads that I sense the average Joe is better accustomed to.  Thanks to the kindness of an excellent hypnotic subject in Houston, I have some new material (and he has a memento of the mind-blowing four hours that he spent in the company of a female erotic hypnotist.

And should I decide to tour in future, it will be different.  There won’t be a deposit.  Nope.  That confuses people.  Instead, people can pay in advance. The early bird’s will pay the promotional US rate of $250 for the hour.  The slackers can pay my standard £250 for the hour (yes, I did mean to put the UK sterling sign there … it was not a typo).

Here’s a new erotic hypnosis video I’ve made for lovers of PVC.  It was a bright afternoon when I pulled out my box of hypnotising tricks and wondered what to play with.  My large crystal caught my eye, and the sunlight and was the obvious, mesmerising choice. (more…)

I’ve had two pvc related wardrobe malfunctions during online hypnosis today and it wasn’t even 8 am yet.

The first occurred as I was putting on my PVC body suit/cat suit for the web cam show.   As I zipped it up, I found it was choking me and realised I’d put it on back to front!  When I say I’m not a morning person, you really must believe it!  (more…)

So my voice was getting better and stronger. Then I found out Coolio was going to be one of the contestants in the UK Celebrity Big Brother House and started shrieking with excitement, setting my vocal recovery back several hours! (more…)

This is the first erotic hypnosis video that I’m releasing.  Just over 30 minutes of dreamy bliss as you focus your eyes on my beautiful, smooth skin and the swell of my gentle bosom.

Watching me prepare for bed is ideal for your bed time, or any time you are ready to relax and sink into a dreamy (more…)