Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

The beaches and oceans of Nassau in the Bahamas are mystical and relaxing in their own right … and NOW add the thrill of erotic hypnosis to that beautiful scenario.

I’ll be packing my pocket watch and crystals along with my swim suit and body lotion (well face it, I don’t have much use for sun tan lotion, do I?).    But I know that which ever method I use to hypnotize you, you will succumb to that hypnotic feeling as I apply my soft, sexy, seductive voice urging you to let go and feel sleepy.  Just 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.

I shall be sunning it up on the beaches of Nassau, Bahamas, with lve erotic hypnosis sessions from the 27th to the 2nd of April 2012.

Here’s a chance to experience how it feels to be hypnotized. Don’t be put off by the envy for those that have experienced deep trance phenomena while you 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. Envy no longer as I plant post hypnotic triggers that work for you.  I know how badly you want to feel that hypnptized feeling.

What can match the experience of a live session when you can feel that I, your hypnotist, have my fixed gaze on you, and you feel captured, 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’re 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.

Make the most of it. I am your erotic hypnotist, ready to enslave your mind. You know you want this!

Live sessions continue to be available here in London.

Other tours planned are Florida, and Chicago 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.

Do you live in Tokyo, or will you be in Tokyo, Japan this October until early November, 2010?  Then this is your chance for a live session with me, a skilled female hypnotist bringing your fantasies and your subconscious mind together.

I have the opportunity, between my own personal projects while travelling between Tokyo and Kyoto, to between October 26 and November 4 to hypnotize both male and female subjects with an interest in the hypnosis fetish.  This is your opportunity to experience a personal, real time, erotic hypnosis session with one of the few female erotic hypnotists that offer real, live, unscripted, unrehearsed erotic hypnosis face to face sessions.

A personal erotic hypnosis session has the advantage over listening to mass produced mp3s or watching videos where one size is expected to fit all.  Yet, there are at least four different personality types and we all trance differently, and to various degrees.

When I hypnotise you in person, I can adjust to your responses and body language to give you the perfect trance experience.   The result is a dreamy and decadent journey from reality to fantasy – as you drift easily from one altered state to an even more profound altered state.

And to all the kind people that will be volunteering to take me sight-seeing, I do have a very able and seasoned tour guide for this purpose.

I’ll be fitting in session booking requests with my own time table, but will do my best to accommodate all requests.  For this reason, spaces are really limited so avoid disappointment by booking early.  First come, first served.  A booking is required to secure your place and get my contact details.

Tokyo Dates: 26 – 28 October and 2 – 4 November
Kyoto Dates:  29 – 31 October and 1 November

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

I trance male and females at Niteflirt

I had a new client recently who was happy to have the camera rolling to capture his session.  New to hypnosis as well, although with a submissive side that he’d was willing to explore more.  One of his identified kinks was CFNM. Clothed Female and Naked Male.  I asked him about his previous experiences of being naked in front of a fully clothed female.

What surprised me about his answer was how ordinary experiences of being naked in front of a clothed female were always in professional settings. But he recounted each one faithfully because each occasion was so tantalisingly close.  Being naked for a medical check up; a photo shoot with a female photographer – albeit marred slightly when she asked him to hold a pair of gloves up in front of his genitals, to make the photos tasteful.

“Now you get to be naked in front of a woman that knows exactly how turned on you feel to be naked in front of a fully clothed woman,” I assured him.  He smiled and nodded.  But I didn’t ask him to strip naked. Oh goodness no.  Because that would be way too easy and not hypnotic.  I needed him to feel the role erotic hypnosis was going to play in this fantasy.

The session opened with a swinging pocket watch induction.   He relaxed, allowed himself to let go and was soon embarking on the first of the many trances he would experience.  Not that he seemed that impressed when he first came out of trance.  To be in trance feels so normal for some, not quite what one was expecting.  Almost dismissible.

I used a sleep trigger on him.  Any response was barely noticeable to the naked eye.  I must have blinked and missed it, which was more than could be said for my subject.  Not even a blink.  Indeed, his response had been a smile and:

“It didn’t work.”

“Do you really think so?” I had asked.  I’d been prepared for this.  And now I was glad the camera was filming.  Just because his eyes were still open and he wasn’t back in trance didn’t mean as much as he thought it meant.  Too many potentially good hypnotic subjects give up too soon on the power of hypnosis, not realising they were on the threshold of deep and convincing trance.   He admitted to feeling a little dizzy.  That was good enough for me.

I snapped my fingers again, as you’ll see in the video.  This time I observed almost imperceptible muscles in his eye-lids tremble for a split second.  No one can do that consciously.

“What just happened there?” I asked my sceptical subject.

“Well, my eyes feel strange,”

“Your eyes do feel strange, don’t they?” I repeated the trigger.  “Something is definitely happening there.”

With a bit of prompting, I showed him how the rest was in his hands.  I couldn’t force him into being hypnotised or responding to triggers.  Well, not in a manner of speaking, although watching the video, you’ll probably think I gave his subconscious mind little or no choice but to obey. Which is what most men want anyway.

He had a roll to play in making it happen, allowing it to happen.  I allowed and encouraged him to make himself comfortable.  Getting comfortable would allow his mind to be susceptible to hypnotic conditioning. Once I had his mind conditioned, I would demonstrate to him that you can be hypnotized anytime, anywhere.  Soon, his mind was conditioned enough for him to immediately submit to the trigger.  Sometimes he’d slip away with a faint smile on his face, as if he felt he was just playing along.  But before long, the smile would melt into a placid expression as his facial muscles relaxed and he’d take on an intense expression of focus as his mind processed my suggestions.  This took just over an hour.  And included making his arm and hand numb.  With varying success.  He could still feel his arm, he said.  But he agreed that he couldn’t feel me pinching him with my nails. But I was satisfied that we could move on to the fun part of the hypnosis.  Bringing your fantasies into the mix.

So now that we’d broached the subject of nudity, it was time for us to have fun.  With him in trance once more, I fed him the suggestions he needed.  How much he wanted to be naked.  How weird he felt in his clothes.  How his urge to be naked would border on agitation, yet he would have to wait for my permission to strip naked.  His face, his whole body, began to take on the signs of the agitation, the excitement as he lay there.  He was trembling while in trance.

And when I counted him back to awareness, he was so fidgety.  I dragged the moment, playfully.  Discussing things.  Leaving him alone in the room while I went out to get a throw for the sofa.  I went out to switch the heating on.  Returned mid-way to ask him how high he’d like the heating.  Only his politeness prevented him from screaming “I don’t fucking care, just let me get naked for you now!”

And when the permission to strip naked came, he was almost ripping his clothes off, flinging them to one side and savouring the liberty.

“Would you like me to close the curtains?” I asked.

Most of my subjects are so paranoid, even when fully clothed, that the curtains always have to be closed.   He shook his head.  He was facing the window.  He was naked.  In front of me.  In front of the world.  He clearly secretly hoped that someone else might be watching, him.  And his erection was rock hard.  He was the consumate exhibitionist, to boot.

I chided him and verbally humiliated him, which made him get harder.

I then used the sleep trigger and he stood there naked, doubled over, in trance.  This I liked.  Earlier, he had equated his being able to enter trance with his need to be comfortable.  It helps to be comfortable.  But a well planted sleep trigger will work any time, any where.  Ask my subjects who’ve woken up slumped in front of their computer monitors with the indentations from their key board on their cheeks.

When he came to, he obeyed his installed impulse to pleasure himself crying out for my permission for him to cum.

He later reckoned that even if I’d withheld the permission at that point, he couldn’t have held back.

I think his next session will be a lesson in repeated orgasm denial.  And he can experience that naked too. That will remind him who’s in control when he’s in my presence!

The full video is available over the next couple of days, now that I’m done with the editing, more or less.  And you can watch his transformation from hypnotic sceptic to naked man in trance and one of the lucky hypnotized ones.

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

I trance male and females at Niteflirt

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.

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

The clip below is an excerpt from a session that was recorded as part of the subject’s own private collection.  A private collection is an arrangment between the subject and I where the subject can record and keep the video of the session for his own private use.

On this occasion, I, and you, are lucky in that he has generously allowed me to share this clip with you.

Focus on his crotch area – not mine!  And observe how his subconscious body movements correspond to my suggestions.   With his perfect pitch of obedience to my voice, you can imagine just how explosive the outcome was.  It concluded humanely, with no soiling of clothing.

This is one of my techniques of orgasm control, or tease and denial.  Personally, I am not bothered which part of you feels compelled to obey me … as long as I am obeyed.  And that is easy.  You just sit back, relax, and focus … the rest will cum.

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

I had this guy hypnotized on Yahoo during a web cam show. And I had a post hypnotic trigger installed in him that he was not aware of. Basically, on hearing two clicks of my little clickers, he would freeze in the middle of what ever he was doing. Then I woke him up.

“Now, you do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he nodded. He knows I have no interest in making people strip on web cam.

Good, I’m going to ask you to do something for me. Can you take your T-shirt off?” he nodded and began to take it off. But there was a swift movement he made towards his face first, that I couldn’t make out.

Just at that point when he had his arms stretched up and cocooned by the T-shirt, I let off the clicks. I expected to see him frozen with his arms stuck in the air and the T-shirt wrapped around his head and arms.

Nothing happened.

I squinted in disbelief. How could this be? Even allowing for a 2 second delay in the transmission of my sound (the clicks) and his programmed obedience, he should have been frozen by now.

With the T-shirt off, he sat waiting his next instructions. He also picked something up and his hands went back up to his ears …

Head phones! He’d (sensibly) taken off his headphones before taking off the t-shirt. So he hadn’t heard the triggers. I started laughing. He laughed uncertainly not sure what the joke was.

“Okay, can I ask you to do something else for me? Can you take your glasses off slowly …”

This time he heard the post hypnotic trigger and responded as his subconscious mind had been programmed to. His eyes glazed over and his arms stiffened with the glasses an inch or so away from his face. Then I melted him with one word so he was able to move again. He smiled. “That was awesome,” All the more so since, thanks to post hypnotic amnesia, he had not seen that coming.

To give him a chance to share the trigger with others in the freezing and mannequin play community that he is active with, I put him back under again and planted another trigger that would work when he read it. Like in Instant messages, and phone text messages, or in emails.

But just as I was counting him back, he lost his connection. I dialled him back and got a voice mail. He was clearly still in trance. I’d been counting on the sound of the ringer to wake him. Mischievously, I clicked my clicker twice. He’ll hear that one later.

Then I waited for him to call me back. But then I realised that if he was still asleep, waiting for the command to wake up, that call could b a long time in coming. It would come, but how long his subconscious mind chose to just chill would be anyone’s guess. Then it rang and I was relieved. It had only been a couple of minutes.

“What happened?” he asked.

“You seemed to lose your connection,” I offered.

“All I know is I woke up with my face buried in my mattress.”

Oh, he was asking what had happened before he lost the connection. Amnesia again.

Well, I can report that the additional triggers worked just as well. He was like a kid on Christmas day, stumbling upon yet another well concealed Christmas present, just when he thought there couldn’t possibly be any more.

And if you are one of his friends on the freeze play scene, he may share the trigger sequence with you and allow you to trigger him into freezing. Because he knows it is safe to do so.

Watch my sample Youtube clip to see me freezing a young man called Kevin.

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

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 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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I would love to regress a foot fetishist one day and find out just when he or she realised that desire to submit to a pair of feet; the urge to swoon at the site of a set of toes.   The power of the foot fetish must have started somewhere.  Some have suggested it is linked to the early years of being small and in close proximity to feet.  But then, wouldn’t more of us be slaves to a beautiful foot?  Or maybe there is a subsequent sensitivising event that cements a future of devotion to sexy feet.  For now, becoming too academic about such a powerful weakness can undermine the fascination.  I shall, meanwhile exploit this weakness to the best of my hypnotic ability (until such a time as someone actually asks for help).

It is gratifying to combine the foot fetish with the hypnosis fetish.  And if the subject is new to hypnosis, like today’s guy was, great to introduce them.

“How would you like me to hypnotise you?” I asked.

He shrugged uncertainly as I picked my way through my box of tricks.

“Pocket watch?” I suggested.

“Isn’t that just a myth?” I thought he’d never ask.

“Would you like to find out?” I smiled.

It was a good journey.  He didn’t go down too easily.  In fact, he was a stubborn little bugger.  But the reputation of the pocket watch as an excellent hypnotic induction tool and not just the stuff of fiction was at stake here.  His eye lids gave one last valiant flutter as I cooed “you heavy, sleepy eyes can close now”.

He was gone.  Then deepened.  Then brought back up, with an amnesia suggestion to forget that he’d already been hypnotised by a pocket watch.  He repeated his conviction that the pocket watch was a myth, until I snapped my fingers and the memory returned in a flash.

“Have you already hypnotised me?” were his last words for a while, except to repeat after me his desire to submit to my feet, and be a good boy for me.  Or when he struggled to concentrate later on when I brought my feet out and began to rub them against each other – the post hypnotic trigger built in for this action to put him back into trance.  Talk about hypnotic feet!

My big toes were then linked to his cock.  Which ever of the toes either I or he touched, in any way, would send a similar signal directly to his cock.  When he settled down to a deep foot fetish trance, he was in blissful agony, arching over in spasms.  I had a moment of agony myself, when I forgot that one of my feet is more ticklish than the other.  I was reminded the hard way when his foot worship began in earnest and I had to retrieve the foot pretty swiftly from his eager mouth, substituting it, with a sigh of relief, with its more stable counterpart.  Then I settled down to delivering my hypnotic suggestions in a dignified monotone, rather than the erstwhile squealing giggles that almost brought him out of trance.

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).