Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

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

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

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

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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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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…)