Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

I went for a full manicure and pedicure today.  And I discovered something about myself.  My left foot is more ticklish than my right foot.  In fact, my right foot is fairly resistant to stimuli.  Not my left foot.  I collapsed in my seat in a fit of giggles as the pedicurist scrubbed my feet in a way that feels ticklish, yet … oh, so delicious.

All the ladies in this Houston Nail Care salon looked at the giggling black Brit with amusement.  I later watched in wonder while one of them had her feet vigorously scrubbed while she read a gossip magazine, almost oblivious to the intense stimulation of her feet.

I think back now to why sometimes I’ve had my feet kissed and my toes sucked as part of a foot fetish ritual and I’ve been able to relax and enjoy it. And why at other times, I’ve tensed up, finding it unbearably ticklish.  I hadn’t noticed then, but I realise that my ability to handle the foot worship of a foot fetishist is directly proportional to which foot is being worshiped.  Now I know, and in future will confidently say, “here, have this foot!”.

Tickling is highly erotic to those with a tickle fetish.  The tickling fetish crops up from time to time in my adventures as an erotic hypnotist.  Scott, the latest star of my erotic hypnosis videos, mentioned his desire to be tickled while under hypnosis as part of his wish-list.  How can a hypnotist refuse an offer like that?  No wonder I found myself thinking about him, in between my girlish laughter today.

You can watch a sample of Scott, helpless as I subject him to tickles by proxy, using a voodoo doo, which I have posted on DailyMotion. 

Or you can buy the whole clip from my clips4sale store, as well as other clips in the Scott Series.

Visit http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616 to buy your copy now.

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).

I, and the Foot Fetish Hypnosis community, suffered a calamity yesterday as I was preparing to leave Los Angeles.  An almost irreparable loss in the shape of a chipped toe nail.

Now, this is not just any toe nail.  Oh no.   This is the nail of the big toe on my right foot.  And not just any old big toe nail on any old right foot.  This was a specially adorned toe-nail, one of a set of ten, encrusted with a spiral of crystal like diamonds on a deep wine coloured gel background on the waiting to be kissed feet of an erotic hypnotist.  Designed to mesmerise and a wonderful conversational hypnosis ice-breaker.   I showed them off at Brian David Phillip’s Walkabout Trance and Erotic Hypnosis Weekend at Redondo Beach, Los Angeles last weekend.

So, fast forward a couple of days later, and how did this erotic calamity happen?  I was preparing for my flight to Dallas, the next leg of my one to one erotic hypnosis tour.  I have a gizmo for weighing my suitcases to ensure I am within the pitiful 23 kg weight allowance permitted per suitcase when flying.  For some reason, I am always at least four kg over the limit at check-in.  Per suitcase.  So I bought this as a solution.

Sadly, the gizmo does not promise to do the actual packing.  How can any airline with a heart expect anyone to pack three laptops, audio recording equipment, pvc outfits, a swim suit (although I cannot swim, I look hot pretending I’m about to dive in), wigs, English marmalade, a pair of scissors, a 20 foot long LAN cable (for those retarded hotels that think WI-FI in guest rooms is a luxury), a Nova Pro 100 Light Sound Mind Machine kit with head phones and microphone, one pocket watch, one large hypnotic crystal, two anatomically correct male and female dolls for voodoo erotic hypnosis, a camcorder, a tripod, panties, bras (very big bras), more panties (okay, yes, big panties – you just have to love a woman that admits to owning big panties), one paper back book on Power Persuasion and another, hard back book, on how to split the human mind into two, then proceed to fuck about with the poor dumb-struck  soul (okay, that last bit was my take on what to do next after splitting the right brain from the left brain), a pair of denim hot pants (also big, butt guys agree here that size never matters once I have them on), make-up I never remember nor have the time to use (neither does it matter once you are hypnotised, and I always aim to hypnotise you as quickly as possible so I can get on to the fun parts – although an unhurried induction is as good as unhurried foreplay, yes?), one set of nipple clamps (much to small for my extra large nipples ((they do say that everything is big in Texas but things seem bigger since I landed)) , but to test the pain threshold, or lack thereof, of hypnotised subjects for anaesthesia ( that is what I would have told US customs if I’d been stopped at the border, anyway), a packet of custard creams, three dozen condoms, in as many sizes and flavours (a female hypnotist can live in hope, yes?), a 100 ml bottle of lube (a little goes a long, long way, yes?) and a one foot long usb to firewire cable – all within a meagre allowance of 23 kg?  And that is just one suitcase out of my allowance of two. Can you even begin to imagine what I packed in the second suitcase?

So, you can see how part of my logistics and careful planning is to be able to weigh my luggage in advance to avoid the trauma and humiliation of having to open it up  with the above contents within full glare of hundreds of strangers waiting impatiently on the check-in queue behind me, while I try to figure out, in retrospect, what should be left behind.

It goes without saying that lifting the suitcases to weigh them with my gizmo is quite an effort that requires two hands and the correct posture.  And it was during this weight-lifting effort, while attempting to determine the weight of one of the suitcases, that the upwards motion of lifting it up off the ground, had the undesired effect of taking the tip of my toe nail with it.  I practically heard the crystals flying around the room, drowned out only by my howls of anguish.

My expression of grief was not just for the pain associated with swiftly removing a toe nail without an anaesthetic.  It was more for the foot fetishists that these nails had been lovingly designed to seduce.  Men with a foot fetish have been enslaved by much less. So, coupling the effects of the glistening stones on my toe nails, along with the sound of my voice and my words, the unsuspecting were meant to be dropping at my feet to worship them, no less.

So now, in between sessions in Dallas or Houston, I shall be on the look out for a manicurist who is at least half as gifted as my regular manicurist in Purley Way, Croydon and see if she can repair my toe-nail.  And make it seem as if I’ve never lifted a suitcase in my life.

Frankly, if I were as clairvoyant as I am hypnotic, I would have anticipated the false economy of a damaged pedicure and opted to pay the excess baggage at the airport instead!

Dear Ladies and gents!

I was recently abroad on a peronal family matter. It had nothing to do with my forthcoming trip to the US in August. So I am still planning my erotic hypnosis trip to the United States, many of you will be pleased to know.

New York is a firm contender as I’ve had the most enquiries from there. Followed by Philadelphia which I gather is not too far from New York and for which I’ve also had enough requests to warrant its own separate trip.

Houston, Texas is also hotting up in more ways than one. And Chicago.

So there you have it, New York, Philadelphia, Chicago and Houston. I plan to visit the US during the second half of August.

I can’t believe there was no interest from Atlanta, LA or Hollywood! Oh well, maybe next time.

Please remember, I won’t be able to arrange any bookings while I’m on the road. So if you fail to register your interest and pay your deposit NOW, then you’ll have to wait and see if I do visit the US again.

Cleopatra

This is a unique opportunity for my admirers in the United States to experience an in person, live, face to face erotic hypnosis session.  Just you, me, behind closed doors.  And your mind struggling to remember afterwards which parts were real, and which imagined.   Your dreams, for many moons to come, taking you on erotic journeys in which I continue to tease and satisfy you.  Just remembering that lovely British Accent that that made all your fantasies come true at once. (more…)