Don't You Know It's Wrong? (An Erotic Hypnosis Scene)

Anna calls herself a "recovered Catholic". And there was a lot of shit to recover from, from the stories she's told me. When puberty came, her religious upbringing and her awakening libido smashed into each other over and over like monster cars. Even as she was getting more involved in the church, becoming an altar server, at home she was struggling with her fantasies, and her temptations to self-pleasure. She made endless rules and resolutions, all of which would hold for a few days or weeks but then fail explosively. And then the remorse would come.

All the more since her fantasies involved not just sex, but being whipped and spanked, tied up, humiliated and dominated. Sometimes by a girl. After one particularly confessional visit to confession, the priest was so shocked that he sent her for a course of youth counselling at the church. They didn't help her feel any more normal.

She moved away from the church in late adolescence and worked hard on herself for many years, until she became the healthy, well-adjusted super-kinky slut she is today. Now the biggest remnant is the medal of Saint Sebastian she wears - because "he's hot" and "he's clearly in complete subspace due to the high gauge needle play he's doing."

But one day she confided in me: those secret, hellfire-heated sessions alone in my bedroom, when all my self-control failed, led to the strongest orgasms I've ever had.

So we made a plan.

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Her eyes were wide and watering, staring helplessly into mine, as I hypnotized her for the Nth time that night. I was kneeling above her, with my hand resting on her throat. By this time her mind was mush. She was not just ready, but eager to absorb and obey any commands I wanted to give her.

I told her: "Just for tonight, when you hear the phrase 'Don't you know it's wrong?', you'll feel all those old feelings of shame and guilt flooding back into you. And at the exact same time, the sexual heat and arousal that came along with it. Only the feelings - you won't have the same scary thoughts. But both the shame and the arousal will build each and every time I say 'Don't you know it's wrong'. Furthermore, whatever dirty thing you're doing, you won't be able to stop yourself. In fact, you'll find yourself increasing the intensity. So the shame and the arousal and the pleasure from what you're doing will all swirl together. Then when I say, 'Mischief managed', all that shame and guilt will drain away, and you'll be back to your normal shameless self. "

I saw her eyelids drop down and flutter rapidly for a full second, the way they do when her mind is reprogramming itself.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Fully awake."

She blinked a lot, and looked around the ceiling as I rolled off her. "I feel the same."

"That's right, that's how post-hypnotic suggestions work, remember? But look around. Anna, are you aware that you're lying naked in bed next to a naked man you're not even married to? Don't you know it's wrong?"

Her cheeks reddened instantly - she's a blusher. Oh, this is going to be good.

"Ok, I uh felt that." She rolled her pelvis a little from side to side, not looking at me.

"Anna, touch yourself."

"Do I have to? I know what you're going to do."

"Yes, you have to."

She sighed as her right hand trailed down her belly and started making slow circles around her clit.

"Anna, you're touching yourself. Don't you know it's wrong? That's what dirty girls do, Anna. Bad girls. What you're doing is so dirty. Don't you know it's wrong?"

By the second time I said it, her hand was moving in a blur, and her hips were grinding up and down off the bed. Her face was turned completely away from me, hair splayed across the pillow, but I could see her cheek was red. She was whining and whimpering, but she also sounded like she was trying to suppress it - which she never ever does.

I grabbed her shoulder. "Look at me."

She shook her head and moaned.

"Look at me!" I said in my command voice.

She shifted her shoulders and turned to look at me, face scrunched up and bright red. I took her right wrist and quickly pinned it beside her head.

"Can't you even stop yourself? You're such an out of control sinner! Don't you know it's wrong, what you're doing?"

At the same time her left hand snapped to work, starting at the same furious pace. She began making those gasping, sobbing sounds that I know so well.

"You're so overcome with lust you can't stop yourself? You'd better not come - don't you know it's wrong?"

It hit her like a freight train, and she was gasping and sobbing and crying out. The only part that didn't leave the bed at some point was her right wrist, because I was holding it down.

I pulled her left hand away and pinned it on the other side of her head. "You're such a bad, filthy girl Anna. Come and lie across my lap and take your punishment."

I sat up against the headboard, and patted my lap.

Brushing against my rigid cock, and still unable to meet my eyes, Anna slid across my lap. Her skin was hot and sweaty.

I began delivering hard smacks to her ass.

I heard her voice even though her face was pressed into the sheets. "Mmmm. Mm!" She began squirming a little between smacks.

"Anna, are you *enjoying* your punishment? Don't you know it's wrong? You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment! I'm going to have to punish you even more."

Her ass was now thrusting up in the air, inviting each smack. Her breathing was hard and fast. She shifted along my legs and began to grind her pussy into my knee.

"*Such* a wanton slut! I can feel your shameful wetness. You can't stop pleasuring yourself, even when you're supposed to be receiving your punishment. Don't you know it's wrong?"

"I do, I do!" she whined, and began grinding even harder.

I spanked both ass cheeks thoroughly, shaming her the whole time.

Then I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her up to a sitting position next to me. "Mischief managed."

Her eyes flicked to me, and a big devilish grin grew on her face.

"Are you doing ok?"

"Mm-hmm." she said, nodding.

I stood up on the bed and she went right for my cock, slipping her mouth over it.

"Anna," I said.

She rolled her eyes but kept moving her mouth up and down.

"Don't you know it's wrong?"

Her face, which had faded in colour, went back up to full blush, and her eyes squeezed shut. Her speed doubled.

"What you're doing is absolutely filthy. This is what totally depraved bad girls do. You're becoming a dirty, cocksucking slut. What would St. Anthony think? Don't you know it's wrong?"

She moaned around my cock. The rapid friction was threatening to make me shoot prematurely, so I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my cock.

"Look at me. Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry." Her voice was shaky and barely audible. She was kneeling below me.

"Say you promise you won't do it anymore."

"I promise I won't do it anymore."

"Are you ready to repent and be a good girl?"

She nodded. She looked almost in tears.

"Good."

I let go of her hair and pushed my cock right up to her lips. She let out a whine and then swallowed my cock again, eyes looking off to the side in distress. Almost immediately she was back up to the same pace.

"Anna, you promised! You vowed you would stop being such a filthy cocksucker. Don't you - uh - know it's wrong? Are you even sorry, or - um - can you just not stop yourself around cock?"

In a little while I pulled her off again.

"On your hands and knees, ass in the air."

She rushed to comply.

"Anna, you're pointing your gaping wet pussy at a man. Don't you know it's wrong? Don't you know it's wrong to offer yourself up for sex, in such a degrading position, like some kind of animal in heat? Can you even stop yourself?"

She was whining loudly, hips twitching.

I slipped the end of my cock into her and she pushed back on it until I was all the way inside. Then we were fucking.

"Ah fuck. You're being such an eager fucking slut Anna. Pumping back on me like this. Don't you know it's wrong? Wanton. Shameless. Whorish. Uh fuck, oh god... Don't you, Don't you know this is wrong?"

I got a strong grip on both of her hips, and held her still, my cock deep inside, my arm muscles forcefully opposing her attempts to thrust.

I gave her a powerful smack on her right asscheek, and all the sound and fighting stopped. An instant later I felt her pussy grip my cock tightly, and then ripple, as she cried out.

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It was later, after we had cooled down and cuddled. There was a silence, and then Anna started laughing uproariously, head tilted back on the pillow.

"What?"

She rolled over and punched me in the arm. It hurt. "'What would St. Anthony think'?"

"Hey I thought I did pretty good for a protestant heathen! Ow, hey, ow!"

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This story is not something that's happened. But I want it to.

Hypno-Tripping in the Swiss Alps

I got invited to come to Zürich and talk to some kinksters about hypnosis, and I'm ecstatic we made it happen. I was invited and hosted by the wonderful sidonia - who I met in a mall foodcourt in Boston 3 years ago - and our terrific practice skype hypnosis session beforehand told me we could also make a strong demo together.

Sidonia told me she wanted to experience hypnotic face slapping. Since our first trances went well, and since it is a big part of her kink that she has already explored extensively, I agreed. The result was dramatic. Each time I slapped my hand on my chest (because through Skype a handclap sounded too much like a finger snap) her head turned violently to the side, and I could see that it had an emotional impact too. She told me later that although the sting of impact wasn't comepletely real to her, the fear and anticipation of each slap, and the rush of endorphins afterwards, were. She also felt the hot glow in that cheek.

The mountains and hills of Switzerland out the train window were just as spectacular as I imagined them. In the evening we drove out to this combined TNG Switzerland/Seilschaften event, at a rope dojo that was to die for - mats everywhere, something like 12 hard points on the ceiling, and nice subdued lighting. At least 50 swiss kinksters showed up! I would have been super nervous, except that the group was *so* warm and friendly. Not to mention sexy.

I just didn't let myself think about the fact that I was presenting for real, in front of my biggest crowd ever, and so I had a wonderful time in my hour. I talked about myths of hypnosis, and then I did the demo with sidonia. After modelling some negotiation, I began the induction, and the room faded away for me, along with any lingering nervousness, until it was just the two of us. This time the hypnotic slaps were even more dramatic, and I saw at least two audience members flinch powerfully along with her. (in the future I should warn about the possibility of collateral trancing.) I was blown away by the talent and bravery of my partner, and I so happy we could show a little of what makes hypnokink so compelling.

There were a lot of terrific questions from the audience, and then I led a participatory exercise about kinaesthetic inductions. It turned out to tie in well with the second workshop, which was an amazing rope-less rope class about physical connection and rapport.

Then the evening turned into a lot of high-level rope and impact play, with some truly impressive suspensions. I didn't even bother to try some rope with someone - apparently I'm letting that go completely for now - but I did have some lovely little hypno scenes. Major points to this event for having amazing cake, and really interesting people to hang out with at quieter moments.

Saturday was also an amazing day for sexy hypnosis, where I got to play with another lifelong hypnofetishist. I might write about it at a later date. Even more importantly: I got to dine with SMdiClasse and plastika, and *finally* saw Mad Max: Fury Road on the big screen in english.

On Sunday, sidonia brought me on a hike up mount Rigi. Besides the glorious views of the hills and lakes and oh-so-photogenic cows, as well as the lovely historic mountain railroad, we were excited to do a little mountaintop hypnosis. Sidonia told me she wanted to trip: to use hypnosis to get into a psychedelic mental state similar to what she has experienced with mushrooms and LSD, where sounds and sights become enormously intense, blending together in strange ways and causing wild emotions and fancies.

I hypnotized her on a bench overlooking the lake, not far from a mountainside meditation center, which seemed appropriate. As I sat beside her and described the drug flowing through her system, and affecting each of her senses in turn, I could feel mself perceiving the world differently too. The bits of tree fluff floating in the air through sunbeams seemed to shine, and it was as though I could see the leaves of the trees as one morphing mass, inseparable from the spaces between them. But since I've never done hallucinogens I don't know how similar my experience was - I was going by her long and vivid description of what it's like for her.

Beginner's mistake: talking her through the nausea stage of shrooms kicking in. Not necessary!

It was wonderful to watch her dreamily gazing around, or cocking her head to one side to listen better - never once looking at me, because as she told me on shrooms human flesh is ugly to her. I brought her back and gave her a post-hypnotic trigger to return to that state, even outside of trance, and we continued our ramble down the mountain.

Sidonia also tripped with me in a peaceful dark forest area partway down (the top of Riga is extremely busy with tourists, since the train goes right up there and there's a huge restaurant etc - so different at the summit than our northern Italian mountains, let alone Canada), and then that evening sitting outdoors at a restaurant on the Reuss river in Lucerne. Again, I couldn't experience what she was experiencing, but I was fascinated to hear about it.

In one long weekend I did more hypnosis than I have in months. This should hold me for a while - though I'm having plenty of wistful thoughts about the people I spent time with. Sure wish it wasn't 7 hours away.

Two things I want to improve on: a couple of times, with new people with whom I didn't feel that confident, and in the busy party environment, I fell back on rote inductions and didn't truly commit to the session. In the future I want to be fully present and use all my ingenuity to explore a hypnotic experience with someone, even as we're still learning our way around each other.

The other thing is that most of my play was ideas my partners came up with. This is awesome to me, and completely in my comfort zone. I completely get off on being a "service dom" (as I heard Wiseguy describe himself on his episode of the Sex Nerd Sandra podcast), giving my partners pleasure, and making their fantasies come true. I'm delighted by the creative requests my partners come up with, and the challenge in realizing them, requests like, "I'd like to experience being tied up in a sitting position and lifted up into the sky above Röntgenwiese by hundreds of balloons." The depiction of that she sent me is now one of my most prized (digital) possessions:

At the same time, I should be more forward about proposing things I want. I always have plenty of ideas about what I'd like to do to someone (or with someone, if they prefer a non-D/s vibe) in trance, but I'm shy about it. It only come up when they say, "what do you want to do?" Obviously I feel the most on solid ground consent-wise if someone brings their fantasy to me, but I have the skills to ask for things in a light and open-ended way, and I should use them.