Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

Is your favourite method of hypnosis to succumb to that hypnotic feeling with a pocket watch, a crystal, a spiral, or just fingers running through your hair and a soft, sexy, seductive voice urging you to let go and feel sleepy? This is your opportunity if you live “Up North”, to fall under my spell of erotic hypnosis with your own personalised live, face to face session of mind control and brain-washing in an erotic hypnosis session.

Hull City Centre will be my location for live erotic hypnosis sessions on the weekend of 27th – 29th of January, 2012. This is really going to be a happy new year for lucky sleepy subjects in the Yorkshire area!  Will you be one of them?

Here’s a chance to experience how it feels to be hypnotized. Perhaps you’ve had inconsistent results with erotic hypnosis mp3s in the past, and always felt you weren’t quite sure if what you were experiencing was hypnosis or just pleasant relaxation, or maybe even sleep. Perhaps you’ve sighed in despair at post hypnotic triggers that weren’t working for you.  And how badly you want to feel yourself helplessly responding to a post hypnotic trigger.

MP3s work enough of the time to be worth hypnodommes like me creating and worth subjects like you taking a gamble on. But an MP3 cannot predict how and when you are going to respond. But there’s nothing like a live session when you can feel that I, your hypnotist, have my fixed gaze  on you, where there’s no escape, neither would you wish it, content to be my willing captive. Watching for your every reaction as I take you deeper and deeper, and taking advantage of your increasing weakness and submission …

I shall be your hypnotist. And I shall not restrict your ability to continue to go on and enjoy hypnosis with other hypndommes after I’ve helped you to your break-through in hypnotic submission that you are craving now. If you are a doubter, I’ll give you a convincer – take your pick of what I can do to you to prove to you that you are powerless to resist and programmed to obey.

If you live in or near Hull, or you can be in Hull City Centre on the weekend of 27th to 29th of January, this is your chance. Make the most of it. I am your erotic hypnotist, ]ready to enslave your mind. You know you want this!

Live sessions continue here in London over the Christmas season and New Year. Surely, you deserve to treat yourself to this rare opportunity.

Nassau, Bahamas, Orlando, Florida, New York and Chicago are my tour locations for April, 2012.

Advance bookings only via my online form. There’s no phone number for last minute bookings by ditherers!

Find my tour booking form for erotic hypnosis tours here.

A few months back, I told you about a video I recorded of myself doing erotic hypnosis in a bubble bath.  It took me by surprise because I hadn’t expected to experience the arousal I was invoking upon the listener.  Well, it was a pleasant surprise for me.   The other surprise for me was that there were woefully not as many bubbles in the bath as I had thought but I only realised this when watching the video playback!

What to do? I could have tried to stage it again, hoping I’d cum again, or just do what many women under pressure do: fake an orgasm.  So I decided to create a slight visual distraction to cover my modesty.  Those that have seen the end result actually say that the spiral tunnel through which one watches me soaking in the warm wter added to the hypnotic effects of the video.

You can see a preview of it, and buy it at my Clips4sale store.  http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616 to share the warm, erotic experience with me, again and again.  It is currently available in .avi and .wmv versions.  The audio mp3 version of both Erotic Bubbles and Relaxing Bubbles is still available for purchase at http://www.queencleopatra.co.uk/hypnosex/now-you-too-can-listen-to-my-sighs-and-the-bubbles.htm .  Relaxing Bubbles, the video, will soon be released.

Cleopatra, London Queen of Erotic Hypnosis

I’d like to start the New Year with a light hearted observation.  I’m no brain scientist, but this is based on hastily collected research, borne out of keen post trance observation. Could there be a link between how carelessly a man splashes the toilet seat and surrounds when using the lavaotory, and what kind of trance subject he is, or could be?

This is how this hypothesis came to materialise.

It was a couple of months ago and I’d just finished a session with a subject who’d given me a run for my hypnotic skills. I’d started with the pocket watch. But my arms got tired before his eyes did. And as any hypnotist knows, if one method of trance induction yields little or no results, then go for another approach.

So I opted for a script designed to bore him into a stupour and he achieved a trance of sorts. He responded to this and that, but I could tell that this guy could have gone a whole lot deeper. And for a hands free hypno orgasm, one really does have to be able to let go. The deeper I can take a subject, the more I can control them. I only had about 90 per cent control of this guy, if that. Even right up to the end. Let’s just say, his finger prints were all over the crime scene by the time he did achieve his orgasm.

Before he left, he asked if he could use the “facilities” again He’d used it on his arrival, which is always a good idea, to ensure that one can relax totally without fear of loss of bladder control. I made a note to myself to check the toilet seat for splashes after he’d gone.

I despair at the behaviour of men which makes such checks necesssary. They stand there, they urinate with negligible aim, and seem to hit everything but the bowl interior. THEN THE FOOLS WALK AWAY FROM THE MESS THEY’VE MADE.

I pointed this out to one offender once.

“Why didn’t you wipe the toilet after you were through?” I asked with disgust.

“Ah,” he defended triumphantly, “But I raised the seat.”

Such logic leaves me speechless.  Raising the seat made it okay to sprinkle piss all over the porcelain bowl instead?

Now, he, like many that have left the seat a dripping wet slip and health hazard, is a very good trance subject. I click my fingers, he’s gone. I move him around from room to room and mess with his mind in any way I can ethically and legally come up with.. He is powerless to resist. He can let go.  But he makes a mess of the toilet seat when he goes to relieve himself. And this is not during hypnosis.

And back to the protagonist of this particular erotic hypnosis blog entry, when I did check the toilet after he’d left, it was spotless. He’d used it twice, andthe  seat was spotless. He’d either taken careful aim; or wiped up after himself. And I remember thinking to myself, that makes sense: the guy’s a control freak.

Hence he couldn’t let go enough to go into as deep a trance as possible. And to test this theory, I’ve started going back in my memory sorting the subjects that go into trance easily from the resistant subjects. The data is still being collected (not literally!!!) whenever I remember to check. But so far, there’s a pattern forming, and not just the one around the toilet seat!

Does this call for a hypnotic suggestion to all male subjects that they should either aim with precision, or wipe the bowl (before they wash their hands – yes guys, you are expected to wash your hands ever after “just a piss”.  AND WITH THE SOAP MADE HANDY).

Yes, only a female hypnotist would complain about things so trivial, right?

Cleo

My video recordings for sale at Clips4sale

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.

It is easier to come out as gay, than to come out as being into spanking, or bondage, or even hypnosis.  (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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Earlier today I met, for the first time, a lovely man who has a few porn films under his belt.  I contacted him to ask if he had ever tried erotic hypnosis and if he would like to take part in a little erotic hypnosis video I’d like to film.  I also asked him if he had a few like minded friends that might be interested.  I would really like people to see how hypnosis can amplify sexual pleasure, better than any viagra blue pill or spray.

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The erotic hypnosis video that I almost didn’t make has turned out to be a turning point for me, leaving me shaken, stirred, aroused, and an unsuspecting victim of self-hypnosis.

I am a crap hypnotic subject.   I’ve always said it.   But if what I just did in the bathroom could get to me, I believe it can get to anybody. (more…)

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.

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…)