Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

Now, if I have an orgasm during sex, I feel pleasantly shaky and sleepy.  You know when you just want to close your eyes and sleep off that pleasant experience and marinate in the positive vibes of that post-orgasmic glow?

But I just had an orgasm triggered by a dream, that has woken me right up.  And except for one occasion, many years ago, when I had a wet dream about Arnold Schwarzenegger, I don’t dream about sex.  Strange that, but I think it is some background conditioning thing.  Not that I mind.  I prefer sex to be real if it’s going to happen at all.  And during my erotic hypnosis sessions, I do encourage my subjects to continue the experience with suggestions that when next they sleep, or anytime they sleep, their fantasies will continue, feeling even more real, and with them able to direct what happens next.   I was inducing people to have lucid dreams before I even knew what a lucid dream was.

And may I say at this point that I had never, previous to that one occasion, ever seen Arnie as a sex symbol, so the dream surprised me as much because it was a wet dream but also because it was about The Terminator who frankly, had terrified me the first time I’d seen the film.  I remember running around the living room screaming so loud I was admonished to keep quiet.  I meekly calmed down, reminding myself  that it was all just fiction.  So no, Arnold was not an object of any of my waking fantasies.  So imagine me dreaming about him naked and about to …  .  Kind of hard for me not to see him on TV now and not nurse a secret blush since then, even decades after the dream.

But I just wanted to establish that I am not one for sexually charged dreams.  Only writing this blog entry made me conscious of this fact, even though I encourage sexually charged dreams with my hypnotic subjects.

But as I’m lying awake in the early hours of a Sunday morning, having been awake for a couple of hours and having been woken up by a few orgasms, it suddenly dawned on me how weird the circumstances for me being awake at the moment are.

I had this dream in the last few hours, in which I was at an airport, and not an airport  I recognise from real life travels.  I was travelling alone.  In the dream I was one of several people trying to figure out where we were meant to be boarding our plane.   We were directed somewhere but there was no plane apparently waiting there, yet there was the pressure of knowing that not being able to find the plane would be down to us; it was going to take off at the scheduled time, whether we could find it in time or not.

Meanwhile a man in a khaki coloured looking uniform, with airplane like wings attached to his back (as if this were the most natural thing in the world) was earnestly attempting to take off, jumping off the ground and travelling short distances of a few yards through the air, almost as high as a tree, before landing and taking off again, as if testing his flying device.  His bearing was reminiscent of an African or maybe Haitian official, so I know I wasn’t in a Western country.  It didn’t help that he was conducting his test flight in a rather wooded area with trees, instead of an open clearing.

Perhaps I was so engrossed observing his progress that I stopped being aware of time and the next thing I knew, I was filling a bottle with water when I learnt, by chance, that the last call was being made for my flight!  I insisted on filling the bottle and then dashed back, to find the plane was being boarded where we’d been told but I know had a steep flight of stairs to climb to get there.  I raced up knowing I had mere seconds to spare and that I should have given up on making the flight.  Indeed, as I got in through the door (it was like walking in through the back doors of a raised lecture theatre and instead of narrow aisles as you’d find on a plane, people were seated in rows) I was told there were no more seats.  But casting a desperate eye across the room/plane, I spotted one or two empty seats and pointed them out with determination.

And as I realised in the dream that I’d made the flight by the seat of my panties, I realised I was so turned on by the rush that I was seconds away from cumming.  One of those orgasms that you just know is going to feel so good, you have to act on it NOW!  In the dream (and maybe this is the part where it becomes partially lucid) I braced myself to cum.  And as I came in the dream, I remembered being a little concerned that those around me might realise I was having an orgasm in public so I was doing my best to contain the pleasure, yet enjoy it.  And I think that added to the sheer ecstasy of it all.  Like sex in public, where you want to have your cake and eat it.  Not wanting to be caught, but the sheer proximity of discovery just pushes the boundaries of the pleasure beyond rational thinking.

Then I woke up and realised it had been a dream, but I was still cumming in reality and it was still feeling so good, but now I was worried that I hadn’t had that moment when you wake up and take stock of where you are.  So, maybe I wasn’t alone, maybe I wasn’t in my bed, maybe I was about to cum in the most inappropriate situation imaginable, so as a precaution, until I was fully awake and knew where I was and who was within earshot of my moans,  I had to make sure I didn’t cum too loudly.  Then came the relief of knowing I was in my own bed and could cum as loudly as I pleased.

So I did.  Two more times.  And all because I dreamt about almost missing a plane!  And I had this deja vu feeling when I woke up that this wasn’t the first time I’d wake up in the throes of multiple orgasms because I’d dreamt about almost missing a plane.  But like any unscheduled orgasm, this is like that bonus feeling when you find a £5 note on the pavement, quite unexpected, but jolly useful and gratefully taken within one’s stride.

I’m no weirdo!  Believe me, I’ve missed and narrowly missed my share of flights in my time, and not once had there been even the remotest hint of eroticism about the whole traumatic experience.  Quite the opposite, in fact.

Which is why I wonder why I would be woken up after barely two hours of sleep, to multiple orgasms over a totally non-erotic dream.  I did find I was incredibly thirsty so turning over and going back to sleep was out of the question as this night of all nights, I didn’t have a glass of water by my side.  So I had to leave the comfort of my warm bed in search of a bottle of water …

But now I’ve written about this weird orgasm trigger of mine.  Wondering if I’ll have another on.  They aren’t regular occurrences, but like I said, I’ve noticed the trend: almost miss plane in dream = have multiple orgasms.

I’m going to post this blog entry, nibble on a Digestive biscuit, have another sip of water, turn over, go back to sleep … and dream of what, this time?

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

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

A subject had alerted me to look out for a belated Christmas cum birthday present that would arrive in the post any day now.   I suggested he bring it down in person when he came for his next session, next month.  But he was afraid his wife would come across them and then he’d be in trouble.   It was easy to spot, amongst all those forboding brown envelopes and sterile looking bills.

When he buys me gifts, he always leaves me guessing, right until the tantalising end. Maybe this is his revenge for the times I’ve led his mind back and forth, alternating between arousal, amnesia, the bring of orgasm, then back down into a deep trance, from which he awakes to find me filing my nails or reading a book.   I knew there’d be no point guessing, and any hints he’d give would be so cryptic as to be ethically misleading – a bit like the covert hypnosis I’ve often used to catch him off-guard.

His last gift was a pair of hypnotic spiral goggles.  That choice of gifts was genius and eerily spot on.  I’d once placed this very item on my Ebay watched items list, before dismissing it, as I wasn’t sure what they’d look like in real life.  Or if I’d want to be caught wearing them.  As it was, they are quite cute.  They look innocent.  But they work.  Stare deep into them when I’m wearing them, at your peril …  He discovered that too, to his delight.

So, when this gift arrived, I wondered what his choice of gift to please me with would be like.

I was in a bit of a rush to leave for some errands, but couldn’t resist having a peak. At first glance, I thought I was looking at a pair of ear-rings.  But they had no hook.  Then I felt the blood drain from my face.

Nipple jewellery.  He’d bought me nipple jewellery!

I found myself really pleased they’d come in the post and not been handed to me in person.   I can’t imagine how he’d have interpreted the expression on my face. Although knowing me, I’d have probably have laughed it off.

I actually have, in the past, bought myself a set of nipple jewellery rings.  This was not long after Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction.  Although I think hers were/are pierced jewellery.   I quite cherish maintaining my nipples as a piercing free zone.

So in a way, he’d once again bought me something I had a private interest in.  But that’s it, a private interest.  I can hardly share nipple jewellery in the same way that I hope to share the hypno goggles or any other gifts you send me. This bore the hallmarks of a man buying his wife or girl-friend sexy lingerie for a present.  But only in as much as he expects to see her wearing them!

Once I got over the shock of his brazeness (and he assures me he had no such ulterior motives when he bought me the nipple jewellery ((and because he is a man, I believe him, of course)), I did rip off my blouse and my bra and try them on.  Well, I tried one on.  My first reaction was a triumphant, “Ah-ha, they’re too small to fit around my nipples”.  But the inner ring is adjustable – although it loses some of its beauty when adusted too wide.  With a bit of practice, I may be able to get the jewellery around my nipples.  Dare I say it needs third party hands to adjust it and get it just right as each time I thought I’d got it on okay, it would be clear that I only had to sneeze, before it flew off my chest.

But they are lovely.  And once  I got over the shock, I was actually quite pleased with them.  And with him.

Now that I’d received them, he wrote and explained that he had to off-load them as his wife has inverted nipples and would have known he’d bought them for someone else if she’d come across where they were hidden. And the sharp-eyed readers are probably wondering how he could be so sure that I haven’t got inverted nipples.

I wrote him back and explained I couldn’t think of any situation in which I’d get to show them off, either in person or on film  The general public are too narrow-minded and bigoted to appreciate the beauty of the female breast without subjecting the proud wearer to unnecessary attacks.   The male detractors would go off for a crafty wank then return to condemn hypnotists that use their breasts for hypnosis.  The female detractors, most likely other hypnodommes, would condemn female hypnotists that have to stoop so low to attract hypnotised admirers by using their breasts.  Their criticism arising from the sore point that they are either too flat chested to compete, or have boobs that reach down to their toes.  But they’ll dress it up as a moral stand, either way.

They miss a trick.   Hypnotic breasts are living proof of the knock out effect of breast hypnosis.    One day I’ll get a breast hypnosis induction caught on tape and you’ll see – it’s like the victim hits an invisible fist.

I’ve got an idea, though, of how I can give the haters “the finger”, and get to share my nipple jewellery.

Be patient!

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

The Vegas Strip can be so hypnotic by night, with all the lights.  But there’ll be one hypnotic light that you’ll find impossible to resist: me!  I’m going to be in Las Vegas in March.

Yes, if you live in Las Vegas or are going to be in Las Vegas between March 9 and March 14, then here’s an opportunity for you 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.  In Vegas.

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.  And this is what you can experience with me in Las Vegas next month.

The sessions will be in the luxury and splendour of one of the top hotels on the Strip.   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 whatever happens in Vegas will surely stay in Vegas.  Let go and indulge in your hypnotic fantasies now.

My US mobile phone number will be made available to those scheduled for an erotic hypnosis session.

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.

Book your Las Vegas Erotic Hypnosis Session Here Now

Cleopatra, UK Queen of Erotic Hypnosis Visiting Las Vegas, United States

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

Imagine if you could take the pleasure you experience in a hypnotic session with me home with you.  Well, you can.  I’m extending my control over you by sending you away with a handy device that, with one click, will transport you back to the post hypnotic state that you experienced with me.

I specialise in erotic hypnosis that makes you, my subject feel good, and realise that you can experience hypnosis in the very way you have been fantasising you can.

These post hypnotic clickers are not just for hypnotic orgasms.  I can programme you to freeze when you hear the click, or even just fall asleep.  The sound of the click can inflict a tighter hypnotic chastity device around your member, when clicked by your mistress or partner, or inflate a post hypnotic butt plug.  Basically, whatever post hypnotic suggestion your mind is ready to accept, can be associated with the sound of the clicker.

There are 20 Post Hypnotic Souvenirs For My Next 20 Live Face To Face Subjects to Take Home.  They are discreet and handy.  You can use it in the privacy of your bedroom.  Or have a sneaky trigger experience at work.  Just as long as you are not driving or operating any delicate machinery.

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If you’ve seen my DailyMotion preview of my session with Scott back in Houston, Texas, you’ll notice that each time I, or he, click on the clicker, he experiences a dry orgasm. And each one is better than the last.  This could be you.  Trigger yourself or hand it obediently over to your mistress or significant other … or even to a stranger on the street.  How daring are you feeling today?

Yes, I have 20 of these clickers to give to the next 20 live session bookings that I have.  And the post hypnotic suggestion I give you will ensure that you can continue to enjoy the triggers, as triggered by you, or to whomsoever you may choose to give it to.

20 clickers – what will your post hypnotic trigger be?

increasing arousal

a blank mind

mannequin / freezing

a hypno orgasm

an expandable hypnotic butt plug

memory erasure

Alter Ego Manifestation

changing mannerisms

……….. your post hypnotic trigger here

And if you find that after a week, or so, the trigger may seem to need reinforcing, this can be done in a quick 15 minute erotic hypnosis phone call.  Details

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The clickers are going to be handed out on a first come, first served basis.  My supply is limited.  The pleasure is infinite.

Here’s a light hearted animation about a man who receives a post hypnotic clicker from an erotic hypnotist and underestimates its power.

And this is a real clip of one of my subjects enjoying the post hypnotic effects of his clicker.

The clicker does work over web cam too if you’d like to experience it that way.  Visit my web cam hypnosis page to find out how to arrange your erotic hypnosis session or distance training.

Click Here To Book Your Erotic Hypnosis Web Cam  Sessions Here

And to make it super easy for you to book your live session, below I’ve included the form you need to fill in:

Did you hear the one about the trainee hypnotist, Helmut Kichmeier, 27, who placed himself in a deep hypnotic trance, using self hypnosis while gazing into a mirror?

His wife found him staring intently at the mirror and had to seek the advice of the trance “victims” tutor who brought him back to full awareness. He had allegedly been in trance for five hours when discovered.

And the question this will raise is the whole idea of being trapped in hypnosis.  Like if the hypnotist drops dead in the middle of the session.  I actually watched an episode of Murder She Wrote where a hypnotist got murdered in a room full of tranced subjects, who sat there, gazing impassively during the murder and were still sitting there oblivious when the police broke into the room.   They made it sound like a crisis because they could only be awakened by the person that had put them in hypnosis in the first place – who lay rigid with rigour mortis.  But they had a recording of his (it would be an mp3 if written today), and this was played for the room of subjects who came out of trance promptly on hearing his wake up call.

At some point, the body has to wake up.  I suspect that if that guy had remained in trance for five hours, it was because he wanted to be.   I’ve occasionally left subjects in trance and gone off to change outfits, or get a drink; once I even disappeared to tweet on twitter during a hypnosis session.   Once in a while, I’ve come back to find the subject bleary eyed and awake.  But most times, they are still there in trance, where I left them, because I’ve structured the suggestions that way, that the silence of my absence makes them go deeper.

Sometimes I’ll tell their subconscious mind that I leave it up to them to decide when to wake up.  They come back after a few minutes.  One guy showed no signs of stirring, he was clearly enjoying it too much.  So I had to wade back in and drag him kicking and screaming (metaphorically) back to the land of the awake.

If there had been an emergency, a house fire, or attackers breaking in and threatening Helmut’s safety, he would have come out of the trance.  This is what we are taught in hypnosis and what appears to be true.  The subconscious mind is there to protect you and places that as top priority.  Unless the desire for danger is greater than the desire for safety.

If one hour of hypnosis is eqivalent to four hours of deep sleep, then Helmut Kichmeier must have been on a mega high when he woke up.  I wonder if he’s going to be using self hypnosis in front of a mirror again, any time soon.  It won’t surprise me if he does.

Cleopatra, UK Queen of Erotic Hypnosis

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Today I received the kind of email/application/CV that arrives in my inbox from time to time.   The type from so called submissive guys convinced I’ve gone through the considerable expense of professional hypnosis training to be the best hypnotist that I can possibly be, just for my own sexual kicks.

I’ve cut and pasted what he had to say, without, of course, anything that identifies him.  No one deserves to be outed for being a self-serving delusionist.  I’m going to comment on each of his generous offers one by one.

1] All forms of body worship from your divine feet upwards to wherever you require.

My Thoughts: You don’t say!  I can see myself spending all day sprawled across luxury cushions while he wears his hypnotized tongue out to prove how well I have hypnotized him, right?  This kind of stuff happens in the movies, comics, one’s imagination and short stories written by, erm, other men, typically.   It’s always the first thing they imagine a hypnotist may do.  Or a dominatrix. Perhaps an insatiable nymphomaniac would drool at this offer.  Not me.  I’d probably be lying there, legs wide open, running spread-sheet formulas through my mind and wondering why, oh why, some men drown the surrounding beddings with saliva during cunnilingus.

2] All oral services whether massaging your clit and pussy to orgasm with my tongue or rimming for your pleasure or any other use of my tongue you may require.

My Thoughts:  At this point I should have progressed from drooling to swooning.  And we women complain that men are pigs in bed?  What a generalisation.   Well, the fact of the matter is that I have my sexual needs taken care of adequately, and then some.  Funny how men always assume that oral sex is the way to make a woman’s knees buckle.   The only response to such an offer is to roll my eyes heaven-wards.  He goes on to say:

3] My pussy arse is available for your pleasure with a strap-on. I have not been opened up for long and so still have limited capacity.

My Thoughts: Pussy arse?  Well, at least he’s helped me with my linguistic dilemma of what to call a man’s butt after feminising him!  I shall use that phrase in future, thank you very much.

But once again, a man dictating/suggesting to me that it must be pleasurable for me to stick anything up his rectal orifice.    My pleasure has never, and will never, involve inserting anything up anyone’s butt hole.  To try and convince me that I am getting anything out of it, and should be grateful, is laughable.  My g-spot isn’t buried up his arse (sometimes, I’m as clueless as the men trying to figure out where it’s buried, but that’s another blog).  So why should I get anything out of screwing it?  Besides, there wouldn’t be enough antiseptic wet wipes to disinfect my pocket watch afterwards.

4] Toilet duties as required. I am fully trained as the ladies toilet to be used directly with full cleaning services afterwards.

My Thoughts: Again, where is the pleasure in that?  I want to get out of any toilet I’m in as soon as possible after commiting my personal offences against the environment there.  And I want to clean myself properly, you know, with good old fashioned Andrex luxury quilted toilet paper, with a Kandoo wipe for that extra feel good factor.  Am I the only one that feels queazy at the thought of positioning myself in order to feel a tongue “cleaning me out”?  I can imagine the panic and revulsion if his tongue went from back passage to front passage in the process, exposing me to the risk of infections from the bacteria sensible women go to great lengths to ensure do not cross borders.  (Yes, I’m uptight, but I wouldn’t have it any other way).

These submissive guys always trumpet their toilet duties as if the’ve saved the best till last.  If people have a mutual taste (pun intended) for such activity, then why haven’t they figured out a less offensive way to attract each other?  I don’t need that kind of vulgarity in my inbox.  Each to their own, but do keep it to yourself.  Or accept that you won’t even get an acknowledgement of the email from me.  Like this guy did not.

And this is what subs do best.  They dictate to the so-called domina what will give her pleasure.  They don’t ask.  They insist, presume, assume.   Probably the earliest manifestation of topping from the bottom, where the submissive male is actually a mysoginist that enjoys playing on the intelligence of the domme and getting her to do his bidding – but pretending it’s all for her.  It’s like the man that gives his girlfriend a power drill set for Christmas. Who is the present really for?

But maybe this is really what he thinks a dominant woman wants, and he never imagined how pointless all his offers are to me.  Why offer all this to a total stranger about whom you know nothing?  If we’d bumped into each other on a scat fetish forum, then it would make sense that he was offering me his toilet duty skills.

Now maybe, well, actually, definitely,  this man would have got my attention if he’d been offering what any lady really wants.  To be pampered and spoilt with wining and dining at top restaurants.  Lots and lots of tangible gifts: Jimmy Choos; diamond rings, week-end spa breaks, and first class travel to exotic locations topping up my vitamin D with the sun-shine and showing off my bikinis although I know I can’t swim .  This guy didn’t even offer to spoil me with boxes of chocolate.  And how about deal breaker -  a standing order straight to my bank account every month?

True selfless service is giving, even when it hurts. Not passing your fantasies off through the trojan horse of suggesion as the desires of another person.  This might work on someone weak-willed.  I should be insulted that he even tried to pull this one on me. This is erotic narcissism at its best (the sub, I mean, not me, for a change!).

Cleopatra, London Queen of Erotic Hypnosis

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