Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

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

When I decided that now was the time to explore my options of reaching more subjects at Niteflirt, I thought that was the easy bit.  Then it turned out that they wouldn’t route to a UK based number.  Skype came to the rescue.  I just ordered another Skype online number but picked a US number. I even opted for a local Indianapolis number because I have family there.  And after a few hiccups, with my status showing as busy when I wasn’t in a call, then showing me as available to talk when I had set my status to unavailable, then missing a couple of calls because I had my ringer set to silent, I finally made it.  So not long ago, I had my first Niteflirt subject.

He wasn’t sure if he could be hypnotised.  30 minutes later, he was responding to every suggestion and trigger I’d given him.  His first words when he came out of the first trance (trust me, I dip my subjects in and out of trance which trains their minds and makes them increasingly disorientated) were “Wow!”  A word I know I’ll be hearing again and again.

Now that he had established that hypnosis works, and he could be hypnotized, he asked if I could make him bark like a dog.  I have actually never made anyone bark like a dog before.   I know, along with barking like a chicken, it’s a popular stage hypnosis skit.  But I’ve seen a few dozen stage hypnosis shows and never seen any stage hypnotist make his hypnotized subjects bark.  And I’ve never seen the point unless I can anchor the bark to another response, like they bark and fall into trance, or they bark and have an orgasm.  I asked him if he’d allow me to hypnotize him into barking like a dog, then see how long he could try but fail to resist the urge to bark like a dog.  He agreed, and we were half way there when he lost his phone connection.  I’d been looking forward to listening to him struggle not to bark. I imagine it would have sounded like a werewolf trying to resist the transformation he (or she), knows is imminent.  While waiting for him I’m typing this blog post.  If he isn’t back by the time it’s ready, I’m off to bed.  It’s already gone 2 am here in the UK.  The Queen of Erotic Hypnosis needs her beauty sleep! To dream of resistant subjects succumbing, one by one.

So now I know it works, (Niteflirt, I mean, not hypnosis, which works of course) I’ve decided to explore developing my profile at Niteflirt.  Love it or hate it, Niteflirt is where you”ve got all the best erotic hypnosis talent.  Although for some inexplicable reason, they haven’t got a dedicated category for female hypnotists, or any kind of hypnosis.  So you will need to do your home-work to locate the Niteflirt chat hosts who offer brain washing, mind control, erotic hypnosis, femdomme, adult baby, feminization, hypno orgasms and financial domination, to name a few.

This is a really quick and direct way for you to experience both hypnosis and the post hypnotic triggers.  And we can also discuss your future live session bookings this way.  And it looks like I’ll also be able to upload some files for sale there, too.

You can see my Niteflirt home page and profile at: http://www.niteflirt.com/Cleopatra

If this button says Call Now,

Then you can dial me (from within the USA), direct on 1-800-TO-FLIRT followed by my personal extension, which is: 02-61-223-8.  But if you are a member of Niteflirt then you know this already.

If it says Away, leave a message, then you can leave a message.  There’s supposed to be an option to schedule a call for me.  But bugger me side-ways, I’ve not been able to findout how to do that!

It’s all still very new to me, but I think I may be giving it more of my time now.

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

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

Click Here To Book Your Erotic Hypnosis Phone Sessions Here

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:

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.

There are two things I never fake: orgasms and hypnosis.  In either scenario I would feel very silly and sure someone was going to catch me out.  Neither will I post staged hypnotic stunts on Youtube or any where.  Hypnosis is too good and too real to fake.  My only regret is that I don’t always have subjects willing to share how amazing their sessions are.

A comment on one of former Youtube clips accuses the subject and/or me of faking the following clip. 

This is the one where I freeze Kevin like a mannequin while he is demonstrating how to use dumb bells.   To me, and many that have watched it, one of the coolest things in the clips is how Kevin’s upper arm muscles become more pronounced as he strains to move.  Freezing was something Kevin really wanted to experience.  It made both our days when he responded so well to it.

So it’s kind of surprising that even with the bulging muscles showing up on the clip, a Youtube user (when this and my other clips were hosted on Youtube; now they’ve found a new home at DailyMotion) says they do not show any strain.

I also remember reaching out to grab the dumb-bells when I gave Kevin the sleep command.  The command seemed a good idea at the time, but in a split second, I realised he could hurt himself.  So I broke the fall of the dumb-bells by reaching out to grab them – almost sacrificing a finger nail in the process!

Kevin still writes to me and still feels incredibly turned on when he does so and when he gets my replies (laden with the triggers  I planted in him during that one session).  He had nothing to gain by pretending he had been hypnotized.   I wouldn’t understand why anyone that came to see me would pretend they had gone under.  And I’m also quite comfortable publishing any videos of my “failures” – because there is always so much to learn from failure (I believe David Elman believed passionately in this).   But then I don’t get many takers to be filmed so the odds of capturing a hypnotic blooper on camera are quite low.  But maybe when I get the incentive to go doing some instant induction street hypnosis.  I bet that gets me loads of learning material.  And I will share it.

And now for someone who did not, could not, would not fake his orgasms on camera.  I gave him a trigger in the form of a clicker.  Every time he heard the click, he got a dry orgasm, and the more he heard the clicks, the stronger the orgasms he experienced.  Then I gave him the clicker to hold himself.   This is a strange one, with the clicker.  The guys I’ve used it on have a love-hate relationships with the orgasms … after about the 10th dry orgasm, the pleasure is bordering on erotic torture.  And when you give a man a clicker, with the option to click it (after they’ve begged you not to click it any more), they always, always, can’t resist trying a click, to see if it works when they are holding it.  Well, it works a treat, they soon learn.

Now, if I could get my hands on the guy that thinks I am fake, and programme a response to my orgasmic clicker; then trigger him with dry orgasms every half an hour for three days, with no release for a full ejaculation; then when his balls ache so good (about day two) with the pressure of being constantly hard without the sweet bliss of release, maybe he’ll have enough strength to repeat to my face that he thinks I’m a fake.

The clicker was one of the things I learnt at the recent Erotic Hypnosis Workshop held by Brian David Philips at Redondo Beach, Los Angeles.  It was demonstrated live, like all the other techniques Brian taught us that day and I nursed extreme trance envy watching the volunteer respond to the clicks.  I couldn’t wait to try it on my subjects.  In fact, when I was editing the footage with Scott, someone I had previously programmed had dry orgasms every time he heard the clicker over the lap top speakers.

Scott clicked so many times on the clicker that he almost slid off the couch.  Then he broke into song: Frank Sinatra’s  Fly Me To The Moon.  Later, out of trance, he asked if he’d done any singing, and apologised for this.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xkriks

He isn’t faking his orgasms.  And he isn’t faking his singing.  Some may find both painful, but compelling to observe.  Buy the complete version of the clip at my Clips4sale store at http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616

It’s always fun to follow up the intensity of a hypnosis session with spontaneous triggering and spending time with the subject afterwards isn’t always possible, nor practical.  We both have lives to get on with.  But that’s why I offer the opportunity to take me out for a meal, breakfast, lunch, dinner, even shopping, so I can unleash a post hypnotic trigger when you least expect it.

If you buy one of my latest series of erotic hypnosis video recordings, entitled Scott, Strawberries and Pleasure, you’ll see towards the end, where I plant suggestions in Scott for triggers I later use on him while we’re out eating at Hooters, (Houston – Spring, TX).

Hooters as a lunch venue came up as a joke but I loved the idea.  But I gave him two post hypnotic suggestions:  one, each time he saw me running my tongue along the edge of my glass, he’d feel a tongue rimming him (the genteel practice of running a tongue gently, and sometimes not so gently, along the contoured ridges of an anus).  Second, each time he saw me licking any kind of sauce of a knife, or sliding the knife in and out of my mouth, he’d feel … well, do I really need to draw you a diagram?

Later, when I realised the Hooter’s restaurant provided knives with sharp serrated edges, I came to regret that suggestion!

I compounded these two triggers by saying that he’d be especially turned on by all the busty waitresses at Hooters.  And the arousal now would be so unbearable that he’d just have to go and excuse himself to go to the bathroom to do relieve himself.

If he’s reading this, he will understand, now, why he couldn’t sit still that afternoon at Hooters; why he kept on pointing out the waitresses to me with his tongue hanging out as he drooled over their assets; and why he made two visits to the rest-room in less than an hour.  On the way back home, he confessed what he’d got up to during those rest-room visits (not realising I already knew).  But I do have a way of making people confess to things.

My one regret is that I didn’t have the camera to capture his predicament at Hooters.

He bought me a Hooter’s t-shirt that I may model for readers if at least ten of you ask me nicely to do so.  A bit of hypnosis wearing a tight fitting Hooter’s t-shirt?  What next?  Cleopatra in a very, very, wet T-shirt?

Buy the full video clip at my Clips4sale store here: http://www.clips4sale.com/store/30616

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…)

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

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.