Now You’re Playing with Power (A Hypno Freeze Scene)

"The game is very simple. I ask you to do something, and you do it."
 - Slow Surrender, Cecilia Tan

I'm completely confused about what D/s is at the moment. I've read books about it, talked to people in long term D/s relationships and watched them interact, and had a fair number of what you could call D/s scenes of my own, but everyone seems to have a different definition, and many I don't relate to. All I have to go by is what sends an electric current up my spine and down to my cock, and the common denominator seems to be power and control. For many years, my kinky fantasies were all about mind control: making women do sexual things, usually through some fantastical means like telepathy, and shaping their perception and responses. (Now I know that many of those fantasies fall under the heading of con-noncon rather than D/s - that's something for a future entry.)

Then I found out that there are women who enjoy being given orders in a sexual context, and that changed everything. It took one particular partner in my late 20s to make me understand, way deep down, that she got a massive sexual charge from the idea of obedience, from having responsibility taken away, from having demands placed on her and earning praise by living up to them (or “punishment” when she doesn’t fulfill the challenges - usually rigged ones). With her I learned that I could inspire a wonderful squishy altered state of submissiveness, and my dominant side grew as I learned how to push those buttons more and more skillfully and take what I wanted. It was incredibly exciting to, say, demand that she strip naked and suck me off, knowing that not only was I getting exactly what I wanted at that moment, but that she was getting off on being directed in that way.

Although this felt intense, even dangerous, for both of us, it was a far cry from a 24/7 master/slave relationship: every scene had a beginning and end with an explicit return to being equals, and we also had hot non-kinky sex. I don't have many models for this, whether in books or blog posts, besides Slow Surrender by Cecilia Tan - a book I wish I could forcibly swap for 50 Shades of Grey whenever I see someone holding it (and I have read every word of that messed up book). Though it has the same premise as 50 Shades, as mandated by her publisher - young handsome billionaire courts a female grad student he randomly met - the emphasis is on consent, with the heroine being invited and enticed into power games ("Are you bored? Tired of the rat race? Looking for a little adventure?") but always given an explicit out ("If you don't want to play, that's fine," he added. "I'll leave and never come back if you say no.") I love the early scenes such as that one, where he's essentially teaching her how exciting and comfortable it can be to follow instructions and be sexually controlled. Even though the instructions aren’t explicitly sexual at first, the fact she is carrying them out means that she has willingly stepped into another world, that looks like ours on the surface but is full of dark and delicious possibilities.

That’s a digression. Anyway, although it's not as big of a commitment as full time Dom/sub relationships, to have these type of scenes still requires plenty of trust and mutual comprehension, which doesn't come right away (well, except in fiction) - not to mention the difficulty of finding people who have that interest. So I've only experienced flickers of that over the last couple of years. But now thanks mostly to the Boston kink scene it's happening again, more play with submissive partners. I try to keep acutely aware that each person's kink is a unique fingerprint, and each person has a different view of D/s and what they want from a dom, some of which I can't fulfill - for example, anyone who's met me knows I'm not about to dominate or intimidate my partners physically in any but the most symbolic ways. However, I'm finding overlap with some partners when it comes to mental domination, and that's fantastic - and in particular the eroticism is turbocharged for me by the newfound incorporation of hypnosis.

So I want to give an example of how D/s and hypnosis go together. I like hypnosis without D/s plenty, but together it’s like chocolate and peanut butter, or frozen montreal  bagels and a toaster. In an earlier entry http://deeperforme.blogspot.com/2013/10/reinduction-triggers-are-greatest.html I talked about the sexy power kick I get from reinduction triggers, taking partners into trance at a moment's notice, and how much I enjoy when I have permission to do that in a playful, surprising way. Recently I experienced a spin on that, with a very submissive partner  (she not so subtly hinted her interest in submission on an early date by casually kneeling on the floor beside my chair) who shall be Michelle on this blog. We got a strong "freeze in place” post-hypnotic trigger working for her. I benefitted from watching MrDream masterfully work with a freeze trigger for a novice hypnotee at Deepmind Darkwood, which also helped to convince me that there is an enormous amount of fun to be had with such a simple posthypnotic standby.

The nature of the trigger was that Michelle would find herself aware but unable to move, except for breathing and blinking and adjustments for her own safety (e.g. balance), whenever I said the word "freeze", and this would continue until I said the word "melt". When I would touch a body part, it would temporarily melt so I could reposition it, and then freeze again when I let go. When I brought her out of the trance, my heart was racing. She was sitting in my armchair, looking centered and normal, and I was sitting facing her. After we exchanged a few words, I couldn’t stand postponing finding out, so I said, "FREEZE."

It would have looked very unremarkable from the outside, but I was elated watching Michelle sit there very still. After only a few moments I said, "MELT", and she immediately started to shift in the chair. She smiled and said, "That was cool!" My previous attempts to get freezing in place to work (both as a hypnotist and as a hypnotee!) had failed, so I was incredibly pleased. It felt at least partially real for her. Both a game, and not a game. She could have broken the spell at any time, but chose not to.

So we played. While she was in the armchair I had her put her arms and hands in different positions, and repeatedly froze her and melted her. I stroked her breasts and the side of her neck while she was frozen and helpless. Then I had her stand up, and put her hands behind her on her ass, and froze her in that position. I walked around her and admired her form from every side. I stood in front of her and melted her, and we made out passionately, losing a lot of clothes in the process. While we had our arms around each other I said “freeze” into her ear, and extracted myself, leaving her arms circling the air. Then I hugged her from behind and melted her again.

I had Michelle kneel on the floor and lace her hands behind her head. I froze her in that position, and took more time to admire her and feel her up. Then I froze her on her hands and knees, and I flipped up her skirt and ran my hand over her ass and mound. When I melted her she bucked against my hand. We were both wildly turned on - I felt like I was vibrating. I said, “I’d like to fuck you right here,” and she caught her breath and said, “Maybe you should.”

The power games didn’t stop while we were fucking. I called out “FREEZE” a few minutes in, and her hips immediately stopped pulsing and pushing back on me. I gripped her and pumped in and out, with her unable to reciprocate or resist. When I melted her a few seconds later, she was even more desperate than before. I still have scabs on my knees from the friction on my cheap carpet.

There was more to that night, but that was a unique and mindblowing experience for me as a dominant and a hypnotist: it might be my first time truly being both at once. When I was waiting with Michelle for her train, as a train roared by in the opposite direction I leaned over to her ear and said “freeze.” I left her that way for less than 10 seconds, but to see her outside of my bedroom and fully dressed in nice overcoat, gloves and handbag, but frozen helplessly in place on the platform, under my control, with no one around the wiser, was incredibly hot to me. And to her too: when released she said, “are you trying to turn me on for the ride home?”

Maybe you don’t find something interesting or sexy in this game. Your brain has to be bent in a very particular way. But mine is, and I’m so happy that it’s not the only one.