Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

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).

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…)

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

I see erotic hypnosis opportunities in almost everything nowadays. And I took one look at the bath-tub in the lovely Central London hotel that I am staying in, and I could see a an extended kodak moment. It really would have been a great setting for an erotic hypnosis video, me naked beneath a deluge of soapy white bubbles, teasing glimpses of my dark glistening skin merging dreamily with my words as I guide you into a sleepy trance.

But alas, the lovely bathroom in the lovely Central London hotel that I am staying in has a slight snag. I sorted out the lighting, the angle, got bubble bath soap which promises to smell fragrantly of mango and orange blossom. I even have Haagen-Daz Strawberry and Cheese cake ice-cream to put me the best seductive mood.

But there’s something I can’t do anything about. It’s a hissing sound in the bathroom, probably the air vent. I’ve hunted high and low to see where I can switch this off. There’s normally a switch, but none here. I rang reception to ask if there was an option to turn it off, but the phone rang forever and I lost my nerve and hung up. What reason would I give for wanting the bathroom to be completely silent?

So, I’ll be relaxing easily in the warm water and bubbles, rolling the ice-cream around on my tongue. But the camera won’t be on.

And this isn’t me teasing you; not by a long shot!

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Cleopatra, London Based Queen of Erotic Hypnosis

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…)