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.
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?
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xkriksBuy 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!
I was concluding a live in person erotic hypnosis session with a hypnotic massage. This version being one in which every touch is amplified and the relaxation far deeper than with a normal massage and the arousal created almost sadistic as the subject waits for permission to climax. I gave him a count-down from 10 down to zero, after which he would be allowed to cum.
And when I finally gave him permission to cum, I watched his cock lurch forward with a mind of its own, spewing its contents, with dizzy relief, all over his naked belly and thighs, cascading down his skin. And as I watched, ever fascinated by the process of male ejaculation – each the same, and yet so individually different – I noticed there was something definitely different here. I’ve brought this client to climax through hypnosis before – and the consistency of his spunk this time was … different. There was loads of it. But it wasn’t his usual thick and creamy delivery. It was very watery. Remember when I said it cascaded down his skin? It literally sped down.
I made a note to myself to ask him, when he was fully out of trance, if he’d had a vasectomy since our last hypnosis session. That could explain why his semen looked different. I have this theory that probably has no scientific credibility whatsoever – a fertile man has thick cum. The less fertile, the thinner the spunk. But what the heck; I flunked Biology, so what do I know?
Well, after a while, his body stopped shuddering and he fell into a post orgasmic trance. To me it just makes sense to give a subject a relaxing and deep trance immediately after an orgasm. During conscious sex and orgasms, we want to sleep anyway. Also, when I see the client lapse back into a deep trance, I know they’ve finished cumming.
And I was just counting him back up to full awareness when a thought hit me. Supposing what he had just had was not a full orgasm? Supposing he still had some spunk left? His penis was still quite stiff … which doesn’t mean much since the blood flow and circulation varies from one individual to the next.
I didn’t want him to leave unrequited with inadvertent orgasm denial. I swiftly included a clause in the suggestions to wake saying he would wake on cue, unless he still had some more cum left to ejaculate, in which case he would do whatever he had to do to cum fully. I remembered thinking, nah, that’s too clumsy for the mind to handle.
Boy, was I wrong!
You know that point where a subject is being counted back to full awareness and they start to stir and wake. Well, he had been stirring and I could see he was preparing to awaken, until I put in that conditional clause to cum again. His body language changed from burgeoning alertness, to reinstated arousal and he was moaning again. Although I had suspected it, I could not believe it.
On the count that should have had him wake up, he began to moan and writhe again. And he reached down and began to stroke his cock, still in the trance. And as I commanded him to cum now, this time, I saw twice the volume of spunk shooting out of his cock, as if he’d just ended a vow of celibacy. I could not imagine where he’d got that amount of fluid, adding both orgasms together, from.
When he finally came out of trance, he looked as shocked as I, who was still standing there gaping disbelievingly from his crotch to his face. The first thing I wanted to know was, had he deliberately held back with the first orgasm.
“No,” he said. As far as he was concerned, he had felt himself ejaculating and was sure he had cum, until I made that suggestion that if there was anything left he could cum again. And then he just felt it happening again, stronger this time, taking him by surprise.
I told him about the thin consistency of his first ejaculate, and how the second compared. The only suggestion he could offer was that, as he is used to either stroking his cock or having it stroked for him, when cumming, and as neither happened, his body may not have accepted the first as a full orgasm without the manual stimulation. I know that has always found hands-free orgasms in erotic hypnosis beyond his reach (don’t you just love my puns?) and has often asked for permission to use his hands during erotic hypnosis.
But this is plenty of food for thought, and I shall be on the look out for any one holding back on me when I decide it is time to cum.
Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis
My first United States Erotic Hypnosis visit is taking shape. I initially published a wish-list of Cities I was prepared to visit. But based on enquiries received so far, the following Cities are on my provisional itinerary.
Dallas
Houston
Chicago
Indianapolis
New York
These are the popular ones getting mentioned where those of you that would like to experience a live erotic hypnosis session are based, or prepared to travel to. Only a certain number of fixed and confirmed bookings for a particular US City will lead to it being a permanent stop on my itinerary. So some of the above could drop off and others can still be added.
During these visits I’ll be offering one on one erotic hypnosis sessions with each of you. Some of you I’ve met already in person when you visited the UK. For others our contact has been via web cam or phone and we feel almost as if we know each other.
I could bring my sexy outfits with me from London, but I think part of the purpose of being in the US is to see what new, hot exotic and fetish pieces I can add to my wardrobe. I especially love PVC, satin and silk.
These sessions are private, and as with all my sessions, nothing will be filmed, captured, or recorded without prior mutual agreement. If you want to record your session, then please discuss this with me prior to the meeting as terms and conditions apply.
The rate for a one hour session is $250 with each additional hour being $150. (You didn’t think I’d be charging pound sterling while in the United States, did you? Couples can attend but a premium applies. And you will have to take your newly implanted post hypnotic triggers for pleasure away with you … you can’t test them out on my hotel bed!
I did have an enquiry from Edmonton (Canada ((did you know there’s an Edmonton in London, too)) and I do promise to do a separate Canada visit, based on requests, later in the year or early next year.
That’s all for now.
Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis
Focus your gently closing eyes on my crystal ...
After four hours of erotic hypnosis, including some work to help my subject combat work related stress with some hypnotherapy stress relief, it was time to go out to dinner. As he lived abroad, he had, up till now, contented himself with web cam hypnosis sessions. Now at last, he had experienced the real thing. Was the dreamy look that glazed his eyes over dinner due to jet lag, or was this just what happens when your subconscious mind suddenly delivers an extremely pleasant memory?
I refrained from triggering him over dinner at a local Italian restaurant – bless him, he’d been concerned that the restaurant was far from going to be the lavish and expensive treat he wanted to shower on him, but I’d assured him, and he’d agreed, that the quality of the food and the company were far more important. He did however dig his heels in when I playfully suggested we go to the local Nando’s chicken store.
We walked back to my place for some fresh air. I’d promised him a ride home. He’s been extremely supportive as a subject and it was very easy to see him as both friend and client, while knowing he would never try and take advantage as many do.
Parked outside his hotel, he was undoing his seat belt when I reached across and began to massage his scalp. His eye lids slid down and he slumped in the seat, his lips parted slightly. As this was possibly the last time I’d be seeing him, I really wanted him to leave with some very positive suggestions. When I counted him back to full awareness, he sighed deeply. Less than three months ago, he’d considered himself impossible to hypnotise. Now, he considered himself the luckiest man, able to let go and sink into deep trance now.
“Cleopatra,” his voice was husky as if he’d been asleep for hours, and not in trance for two minutes, “could you come upstairs with me to my room and do that again,”
Actually, that was a lovely idea. We scrutinised the parking restrictions of the area to confirm I could leave my car there and entered his hotel as he led the way to his room.
I did a quick tour of his suite while he hastily whipped off his trousers, keeping his underpants on. He had nothing left to hide from me. He lay flat on his back in anticipation and I kicked off my shoes and lay beside him. Explaining that I’d let myself out of the room when I was done.
And then I hypnotised him again, a combination of a two step post hypnotic re-induction and the irresistible trigger of my fingers massaging his scalp. The first step of the re-induction reminds him how much of a struggle it is for him to think about too many things at once, and why it is better to just focus on how good it feels to relax and let go. The second drops him into deep trance.
I whispered more positive suggestions, throwing in a few erotic suggestions for immediately he woke up. In the fading light, I could make out the bulge of his cock through his under-pants. It was tempting to bring him to yet another hypnotic orgasm climax as he lay there helpless.
But instead I planted a gentle kiss on his fore-head and slipped out quietly, with only his subconscious mind knowing when it would be time for him to wake up.
I guarantee you that a lot of things were happening in the privacy behind thousands of hotel room doors across London last night.
But none, bar none, of those encounters would have been as deeply erotic and long lasting as what this over-seas visitor experienced with me.
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…)
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…)
