Cleopatra, London Erotic Hypnosis Blog

I’d like to start the New Year with a light hearted observation.  I’m no brain scientist, but this is based on hastily collected research, borne out of keen post trance observation. Could there be a link between how carelessly a man splashes the toilet seat and surrounds when using the lavaotory, and what kind of trance subject he is, or could be?

This is how this hypothesis came to materialise.

It was a couple of months ago and I’d just finished a session with a subject who’d given me a run for my hypnotic skills. I’d started with the pocket watch. But my arms got tired before his eyes did. And as any hypnotist knows, if one method of trance induction yields little or no results, then go for another approach.

So I opted for a script designed to bore him into a stupour and he achieved a trance of sorts. He responded to this and that, but I could tell that this guy could have gone a whole lot deeper. And for a hands free hypno orgasm, one really does have to be able to let go. The deeper I can take a subject, the more I can control them. I only had about 90 per cent control of this guy, if that. Even right up to the end. Let’s just say, his finger prints were all over the crime scene by the time he did achieve his orgasm.

Before he left, he asked if he could use the “facilities” again He’d used it on his arrival, which is always a good idea, to ensure that one can relax totally without fear of loss of bladder control. I made a note to myself to check the toilet seat for splashes after he’d gone.

I despair at the behaviour of men which makes such checks necesssary. They stand there, they urinate with negligible aim, and seem to hit everything but the bowl interior. THEN THE FOOLS WALK AWAY FROM THE MESS THEY’VE MADE.

I pointed this out to one offender once.

“Why didn’t you wipe the toilet after you were through?” I asked with disgust.

“Ah,” he defended triumphantly, “But I raised the seat.”

Such logic leaves me speechless.  Raising the seat made it okay to sprinkle piss all over the porcelain bowl instead?

Now, he, like many that have left the seat a dripping wet slip and health hazard, is a very good trance subject. I click my fingers, he’s gone. I move him around from room to room and mess with his mind in any way I can ethically and legally come up with.. He is powerless to resist. He can let go.  But he makes a mess of the toilet seat when he goes to relieve himself. And this is not during hypnosis.

And back to the protagonist of this particular erotic hypnosis blog entry, when I did check the toilet after he’d left, it was spotless. He’d used it twice, andthe  seat was spotless. He’d either taken careful aim; or wiped up after himself. And I remember thinking to myself, that makes sense: the guy’s a control freak.

Hence he couldn’t let go enough to go into as deep a trance as possible. And to test this theory, I’ve started going back in my memory sorting the subjects that go into trance easily from the resistant subjects. The data is still being collected (not literally!!!) whenever I remember to check. But so far, there’s a pattern forming, and not just the one around the toilet seat!

Does this call for a hypnotic suggestion to all male subjects that they should either aim with precision, or wipe the bowl (before they wash their hands – yes guys, you are expected to wash your hands ever after “just a piss”.  AND WITH THE SOAP MADE HANDY).

Yes, only a female hypnotist would complain about things so trivial, right?

Cleo

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Dear Ladies and gents!

I was recently abroad on a peronal family matter. It had nothing to do with my forthcoming trip to the US in August. So I am still planning my erotic hypnosis trip to the United States, many of you will be pleased to know.

New York is a firm contender as I’ve had the most enquiries from there. Followed by Philadelphia which I gather is not too far from New York and for which I’ve also had enough requests to warrant its own separate trip.

Houston, Texas is also hotting up in more ways than one. And Chicago.

So there you have it, New York, Philadelphia, Chicago and Houston. I plan to visit the US during the second half of August.

I can’t believe there was no interest from Atlanta, LA or Hollywood! Oh well, maybe next time.

Please remember, I won’t be able to arrange any bookings while I’m on the road. So if you fail to register your interest and pay your deposit NOW, then you’ll have to wait and see if I do visit the US again.

Cleopatra

I 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.