I gave her a quick post hypnotic suggestion, that she
would become aware of wherever her clothes were touching her body, and
that it would feel like little sensual caresses, every time the fabric
brushed her, however lightly. I woke her up and then sat back and
watched her squirm. I pointed out different parts of her clothing she
might be noticing on her skin, such as her bra and panties.
After a few minutes, I started to chat with her about the next thing we would be doing, and she hesitated and went,
"Um, could you please turn it off?"
The clothing suggestion was distracting her too much to focus on what I was saying. This is an absolutely delicious moment for me. (I turned it off right then by the way; I'm not a dick, unless we're having a scene where I'm a dick) Whenever this happens, or my partner is obviously startled by a suggestion taking effect, or I'm surprised by an odd emergent consequence of a suggestion, it soothes the little part of me that still wonders, "is hypnosis real? Or is this all just pretend?"
Because none of those things would happen if she was just playing a role to try to please me. And while I don't think it's important anymore to draw a line between roleplaying hypnosis and "actually" being in a trance (after all, one recommended way to get into your first trance is to act as if you're going into trance), it's the eerie and surprising moments, the moments that let me know it's still going on even when I'm not looking, that make it both real and magic.
So it was scary to me when I was walking down the street and saying to her, "I mean, you can't hypnotize people with a sarcastic tone of voice - you can't just go 'hey, why don't you go into a trance NOW' snap" and saw my partner stagger and almost fall on the sidewalk, and I resolved not to let that happen again, but it was also thrilling. Neither of us wanted that to happen, but it still did. Hypnosis has an impact. Which also means you have to take care.
Actually this thing I mentioned up top, a request to please cut it out with an ongoing suggestion, happened twice during my latest session: the other time being when I transformed this Swiss girl's Gruyère into American processed cheese, just as it went into her mouth. And I made it stop - I might be a sadist, but I'm not a monster.
After a few minutes, I started to chat with her about the next thing we would be doing, and she hesitated and went,
"Um, could you please turn it off?"
The clothing suggestion was distracting her too much to focus on what I was saying. This is an absolutely delicious moment for me. (I turned it off right then by the way; I'm not a dick, unless we're having a scene where I'm a dick) Whenever this happens, or my partner is obviously startled by a suggestion taking effect, or I'm surprised by an odd emergent consequence of a suggestion, it soothes the little part of me that still wonders, "is hypnosis real? Or is this all just pretend?"
Because none of those things would happen if she was just playing a role to try to please me. And while I don't think it's important anymore to draw a line between roleplaying hypnosis and "actually" being in a trance (after all, one recommended way to get into your first trance is to act as if you're going into trance), it's the eerie and surprising moments, the moments that let me know it's still going on even when I'm not looking, that make it both real and magic.
So it was scary to me when I was walking down the street and saying to her, "I mean, you can't hypnotize people with a sarcastic tone of voice - you can't just go 'hey, why don't you go into a trance NOW' snap" and saw my partner stagger and almost fall on the sidewalk, and I resolved not to let that happen again, but it was also thrilling. Neither of us wanted that to happen, but it still did. Hypnosis has an impact. Which also means you have to take care.
Actually this thing I mentioned up top, a request to please cut it out with an ongoing suggestion, happened twice during my latest session: the other time being when I transformed this Swiss girl's Gruyère into American processed cheese, just as it went into her mouth. And I made it stop - I might be a sadist, but I'm not a monster.
