Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

Is your favourite method of hypnosis to succumb to that hypnotic feeling with a pocket watch, a crystal, a spiral, or just fingers running through your hair and a soft, sexy, seductive voice urging you to let go and feel sleepy? This is your opportunity if you live “Up North”, to fall under my spell of erotic hypnosis with your own personalised live, face to face session of mind control and brain-washing in an erotic hypnosis session.

Hull City Centre will be my location for live erotic hypnosis sessions on the weekend of 27th – 29th of January, 2012. This is really going to be a happy new year for lucky sleepy subjects in the Yorkshire area!  Will you be one of them?

Here’s a chance to experience how it feels to be hypnotized. Perhaps you’ve had inconsistent results with erotic hypnosis mp3s in the past, and always felt you weren’t quite sure if what you were experiencing was hypnosis or just pleasant relaxation, or maybe even sleep. Perhaps you’ve sighed in despair at post hypnotic triggers that weren’t working for you.  And how badly you want to feel yourself helplessly responding to a post hypnotic trigger.

MP3s work enough of the time to be worth hypnodommes like me creating and worth subjects like you taking a gamble on. But an MP3 cannot predict how and when you are going to respond. But there’s nothing like a live session when you can feel that I, your hypnotist, have my fixed gaze  on you, where there’s no escape, neither would you wish it, content to be my willing captive. Watching for your every reaction as I take you deeper and deeper, and taking advantage of your increasing weakness and submission …

I shall be your hypnotist. And I shall not restrict your ability to continue to go on and enjoy hypnosis with other hypndommes after I’ve helped you to your break-through in hypnotic submission that you are craving now. If you are a doubter, I’ll give you a convincer – take your pick of what I can do to you to prove to you that you are powerless to resist and programmed to obey.

If you live in or near Hull, or you can be in Hull City Centre on the weekend of 27th to 29th of January, this is your chance. Make the most of it. I am your erotic hypnotist, ]ready to enslave your mind. You know you want this!

Live sessions continue here in London over the Christmas season and New Year. Surely, you deserve to treat yourself to this rare opportunity.

Nassau, Bahamas, Orlando, Florida, New York and Chicago are my tour locations for April, 2012.

Advance bookings only via my online form. There’s no phone number for last minute bookings by ditherers!

Find my tour booking form for erotic hypnosis tours here.

I’ve always thought that I wouldn’t be susceptible to hypnosis. Do You ever find that people like me are actually susceptible?

This is the kind of question I am frequently asked.  So it made sense to put it together as a blog entry.

Every one is susceptible to hypnosis, some more than most.   Of course, if you determined in your mind that you would not be affected by something, then you would have some degree of success in resisting what you are determined to resist.   I say some degree, because I’ve had subjects who fought the urge during an induction to close their eyes, so strongly that they had a tear streaming down from the corner of one or both eyes from the exertion of refusing to respond to the urge to blink.  What kind of (more…)

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

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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

I was asked an interesting question by a client as she prepares for a few sessions to enhance her feminization experience. What, you may be asking, does enhancing a feminization experience entail?

Well, on a wider level, it could mean working on the girly mannerisms, the feminine walk, sitting just right, the vanity about appearance, the confidence to walk into a lingerie shop and pick and match the panties of one’s choice. Even (more…)

My voice fed back to me today during a phone hypnosis session today.  At first I thought it would be irritating.  Echo feedback during a phone call is normally annoying.   I’m not sure what caused it.  He tried with a head set and we couldn’t hear each other.  He hung up so he could dial again. Still it wouldn’t work with his headset.  And still the echo.  This was as good as it was going to get.

But I swiftly realised that I was getting the benefit of hearing my voice in a certain way.  I wonder if he was hearing it that way too.  It didn’t sound the way my voice normally sounds to me, and which I don’t like.  It had a reverberating echo effect, one of the effects I can sometimes get when I’m doing audio editing.  It was quite cool.  And relaxing.  It sounded like a version of me was deep down inside a warm bottomless cave … just out of reach, but perfectly audible.  This was the right kind of echo.

And so the session progressed. No arousal.  Just deepening, intense relaxation, and lots of positive heart warming suggestions.  A real feel good kind of hypnosis trance session.

It came as no surprise to me, as his time drew to an end and I counted him back to full awareness, and his first words, after a few seconds silence, was “Wow!”.

Maybe he did hear it with the echo effect just as I had.   Or maybe it was just the words and how they made him feel.

Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis in London, UK

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Hindsight is a great tool if you can remember what has already happened.  If you can’t then you are doomed to repeat it.  Especially under the influence of erotic hypnosis.  From what I recall of the live in person hypnosis session referred to below, that took place a few months ago, there were no suggestions of amnesia.  But he was, by his own admission, so deeply conditioned to submit to me before we actually got to meet face to face, that it comes as no (more…)

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/videoxkriks

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?

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Last night, after a visit to Papadeaux’s in Houston – Spring, and a sumptuous meal of char-broiled catfish and dirty rice, things seemed quite brighter than they had been about six hours earlier when I had sat in yet another US hotel with this time, not one, but two subjects that failed to show up.

Later on that same night, using erotic hypnosis in the Jacuzzi (a delicate balancing act of ensuring that your trance partner neither drowns nor hits his head against the edge of the Jacuzzi and suffer concussion), I realised that I’d learnt all I needed to know about how to organise trips to the United States in order to give those fascinated by me a real chance of real erotic hypnosis. This truly was a “suck it and see” exercise.  And I sucked hard enough, and long enough, to know whether I liked the taste or not.

But nobody came.  Okay, that’s not quite true.  Either way.  But not enough to continue this kind of tour in the way I set out to do it.

Six hours earlier, the strain of being away from home for three weeks and living out of two over-weight suitcases and between time zones had been getting to me.  I was convinced that I’d be concentrating my energies on creating erotic hypnosis mp3s and erotic hypnosis videos, like 99 out of 100 hypnodommes do.  My willingness to offer face to face erotic hypnosis makes me stand out.  But on days like yesterday, I do wonder if it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

Yesterday, I knew I’d had enough of flying from US city to city, never sure who was actually going to turn up, simply because they wouldn’t pay the required deposit.  I now appreciate the truth: anyone that cannot pay a $100 deposit in advance, knows better than anyone that he is probably not going to turn up at all.  So, with future visits, anywhere in the world, I’ll be targeting one city at once so I am not away from my own home comforts for longer than one week. I will also only accept full payment in advance.

I heard it all during this trip.  From the ones that lost interest once they realised that anal conditioning did not include a hands-on strap-on interlude from my good self.  To the one that, an hour before the session itself, announced that he no longer wanted a two hour session, just a one hour session.  I promptly withdrew my offer of an extra (on the house) hour for lunch and would have withdrawn my offer of making the journey to meet him at his home to hypnotize him – but for the fact being a wheel-chair user meant that the journey across Houston would actually have been quite an exhausting challenge for him.  I look back now and actually admire the fact that he had been prepared to travel to see me by Houston public transport.  It exhausted me making the journey and I was being driven in an air-conditioned car.

It did transpire later that he had misunderstood the whole concept of paying a deposit.  He thought that the deposit was in addition to the agreed fee.  Others seemed to have similar mental blocks to comprehending the need to pay a deposit to secure and confirm their bookings.  One guy wrote saying he thought my fee for the session was the $100 deposit!!! Do people like him have any concept of the costs of travel and a decent hotel?  Would he have been happy to find me in a hotel ridden with fleas and paper thin walls?  Even a decent custom erotic hypnosis mp3 will leave very little change out of $100.  What was he thinking?

So for now, I’m hanging up my pvc and corsets, and spending the rest of the trip producing the kind of erotic hypnosis downloads that I sense the average Joe is better accustomed to.  Thanks to the kindness of an excellent hypnotic subject in Houston, I have some new material (and he has a memento of the mind-blowing four hours that he spent in the company of a female erotic hypnotist.

And should I decide to tour in future, it will be different.  There won’t be a deposit.  Nope.  That confuses people.  Instead, people can pay in advance. The early bird’s will pay the promotional US rate of $250 for the hour.  The slackers can pay my standard £250 for the hour (yes, I did mean to put the UK sterling sign there … it was not a typo).