How I Became The Hypnotician - Part 3

So you've been to see part 1 of this story, where my hypnotic life began in earnest with that little hypno hub in the comics store (after getting kicked out of the uni student's union for unauthorised hypnotising students on the premises!).

And you've just now seen how I got fell in with my mentor, Miss G, who trained me further in hypnosis, and gave me the basics of her practices.

So there was a short fallow period between the time that Miss G and I parted company, and the rise of The Hypnotician. And it took a tragedy to catalyse the changes that would lead to where I am today.

Tragic Catalyst

In January 2011, I lost my brother unexpectedly.

In the wake of the loss, I buried my nose in blogging. After some success with hypnotic scripts on Livejournal (and my now-defunct old blog The Plainclothes Clown), I opened a hypnotic blog on Blogspot, called Hypnotic Erotic.

Just out of curiosity, I posted a simple script to one blog post, which is here. To my surprise, it attracted attention, and a few of what I came to regard as my first clients.

My blog drew more attention, and I posted more scripts and the first few spirals.

And while I was doing that, the hypnokink community was starting to form all around the world.

Hypnokink Communities

There are many kink communities, but the hypnokink community really began in earnest in the 2010s. One of the first online hypnokink communities was formed on the kink site Fetlife in 2010. Hypnotic Erotic began two years later.

Early Clientele

During my early career, I was just focusing on writing good scripts and honing my hypnotic abilities. I was anticipating only a casual clientele to build up, people who just came to be tranced on an ad hoc basis. I focused on crafting scripts to induce trances more deeply, and to bring people into deeper trances once they dropped.

Learning My Trade

A popular truism says that it takes seven years to learn a skill to the point of mastery, about ten thousand hours of dedicated work and practice.

The period 2010 - 2018 brought me a lot of new information: spirals, subliminals, NLP, and so on. Two of my favourites are scripts - narrative inductions - and pied pipers, my proprietary brand of "subversive audio files."

Verbal Inductions and Scripts

Traditional hypnosis uses visual media such as pendants, crystals and so on; but with the development on NLP in the 1970s, purely verbal inductions caught on. Narrative inductions, Ericksonian storytelling, has enabled hypnotists to create scripts - stories and poems written to be literally hypnotic. Without the development of narrative inductions, the script pages in this blog would probably not be here, and I'd still be stuck with waving bits of glittering rocks in people's faces.

Pied Pipers

I obtained an audio editor, Audacity, that allowed me to begin to sample music tracks for looped beats, which I created, adding subliminal tracks to them to make them irresistible. And I called these gems "Pied Pipers."

All they are is music, drum loops basically - but the music is designed to be blanked out by the mind after a few minutes, just how the mind blanks out the music in a supermarket. Which allows the subliminal instructions to be carried deep into the unconscious mind, bypassing the conscious mind altogether.

I seriously want to see what would happen if I could insert PP99 into the music playback system of a supermarket. Especially the extended 40 minute version.

Spirals

I have to mention spirals here. The last handful of years has been the dawn of the heyday of spirals - videos and gifs of intricate, looped abstract images designed to be hypnotic and trance-inducing.

Moire patterns had existed since the 1970s, but with Erik Soderberg's Fractal Experience Part 2, the animated spiral gif took off to dominate the visual trancing market, to the point where no decent hypnotist would be seen without a tablet stuffed with spirals to display to clients in the field.

The Arrival of The Hypnotician

The blog became very popular. In 2014, it reached 100,000+ people, and promised to bring another 100,000 before the end of 2015.

But then the site got hacked, and when it was rebooted, it was in its present form - The Hypnotician - with all its trimmings and spirals.

Misunderstandings

My long standing multi-part fiction adventure featuring "Cassie and Alison" became immensely popular, gathering thousands of hits each.

Too popular, in fact.

The stories had to come to a halt. Somebody reported the blog to the police. And the cops came to my door asking if I knew anything about stolen nitrous oxide gas bottles. Nine had gone missing in the course of 2014, and we are talking about the big long ones.

Someone was under the impression that my stories were, in some way, real.

Either way, the stories had to come to a halt at that point. Just in case.

But since no further action was taken, and the police have got a brain after all, I'm considering picking up the pen in 2019.

Stories

Apart from the Cassie and Alison stories, I have written mind control stories for the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive and Literotica. In 2017, I wrote a novel-length story called Temptations of Room Zero for NaNoWriMo - as yet unpublished. I want to write a new story, Room Zero, in 2019, taking some six months to complete approximately.

Tumblr

Output slowed for The Hypnotician for a time, because my efforts were focused on an adult blog on tumblr called The Erotician. Most of the posts were just softcore erotic images, but mingling with the softcore material were spirals, mostly for the hypnotic clients.

Spirals were presented on their own, without scripts. By this time, I was trancing clients over text, in person and by email. Even over the phone, or audio channels on messenger apps such as Skype, Trillian, Hangouts, Facebook Messenger and the old Yahoo Messenger.

The 2018 Great tumblr Purge and What Lies Ahead

On 2018-12-17, tumblr decided to purge adult blogs, effectively killing off The Erotician. However, in the move away from tumblr, this blog became revivified and, between a raft of new fiction, a possible novel length story which I am writing for publication, and a host of new and exciting clients, there should be no shortage of new and fascinating hypnotic exploits soon to be recorded here.

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

How I Became The Hypnotician - Part 2

The story so far:-

In the Nineties, my hypno career began fairly early, with trancing at uni and eventual relocation to a small comics store in town which became a sort of hotspot for erotic hypno.

In 2002, that comic store closed due to tragic and unforeseen circumstances, and that was it for that unofficial little hypno hub.

Not long after that, though, Miss G turned up.

I have to explain. Miss G was what you would call in the trade a domme. Her line of work involved helping out men who needed chastisement for various unspecified misdeeds, and whose fantasies included submitting to a higher power - namely, her.

I'd encountered her once or twice, in the hypno hub. Miss G was a Heathen, a practitioner of Asatru. She was always using the comic store's contacts to acquire books from authors like Nigel Pennick. Occult books, just not the awful Llewellyn commercial stuff. The sort that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end when you so much as hold the book in your hands.

The ones that give you real, practical instructions that work.

Her focus was on seiðr (pronounced "seethe"), an ancient heathen art of trance-weaving. Basically, ASMR techniques to induce trance states.

We met several times, in that comic store. And we'd frequently retreat to the corner cafe afterwards to chat about my technique. And one day, she showed me how seiðr works, and that was the first time she tranced me.

Miss G explained seiðr to me, and taught me more about how to induce trances through methods I had never encountered before, including conversationally.

Part of her research had included a hypnotherapy course, in which she learned about the storytelling trance technique of Milton H Erickson. And as she'd progressed in the course, she explained to me, she realised how much it resembled ancient storytelling techniques from oral tradition societies, where the storyteller would drag the entire community into the stories she would weave, inducing trances through the ASMR of the fireplace, the cadence of her voice, the hypnotic power of the words, the song itself, to weave seiðr in the audience.

You know the spoon-in-the-cup ASMR hypnotic induction sequence in Get Out? She had been using that technique since the Eighties on her clients. That was a form of seiðr.

So, until our paths parted, she taught me many things about being a hypnotist - being responsible for your subjects or clients, how to look after them, how to recruit your unconscious mind into helping me with the instructions.

She taught me a lot. And her biggest lesson to me, her last lesson, was this.

Trust your unconscious mind. It knows how to do this better than you do.

So that was my "apprenticeship" under Miss G who, it seems, was the only domme in the area who used hypnosis as part of her schtick. Truth to tell, as far as I am aware, now that she's gone, there is nobody else in the area who uses hypnosis as part of their schtick.

We last met at the hospital. She had an appointment. I'd come with her to be with her in the waiting room, so she would have some company. I never saw her scared. Not once.

And as the surgeon came for her, her last words to me were "Look after your unconscious mind. And look after your people. You'll know them when they come to you."

That was actually late 2009. December 28th.

I didn't see her again, after that. Just a small notation in the paper, with her legal name, and a date for the funeral.

It took another tragedy, this one a family tragedy, to catalyse me into branching out, casting aside the mantle of apprentice and beginning the next stage - where I am now.

And that story is in the next part, which will lead us up to the present.

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

How I Became The Hypnotician - Part 1

The author, hypnofur (whose tumblr is here, and whose mind control stories are listed here) described me as a "born hypnotist."

He's not far wrong.

From a very young age, you would have to focus more on the sound of my soft voice than others. Everyone else was taught to speak loudly and boldly, but my soft voice made you focus in on me more than most, and it was never long before you would be in the palm of my hand.

My normal conversations last thirty seconds or thereabouts. Rarely much longer, or else you start to find yourself just drawn in and hooked on hearing me speak.

So you can imagine that being the pattern of my life. But then, in the Nineties, things changed.

I began to embrace my hypnotic self and hypnotic abilities.

As a mature student, I enrolled in my local Uni. The first time I had to do a presentation, you can imagine how hooked you would be when I began to speak for a whole ten minutes.

So at that point, the interest in hypnosis among the student body began in earnest. There were trance sessions being held in the uni's Students' Union, until the uni clamped down on that and forced me to relocate my activities to some other venue.

Imagine it now. In the centre of town, there was a cramped little comic store, tucked into a corner of a small enclosed market. That store became a venue for every student who ever got tranced by me at uni. Students didn't go to that store to buy comics. They went there for me, and for my hypnosis.

This was the place where you would go to get tranced. And a lot of students did.

You know how good it feels to go into a trance. This was a place where you would go where you want to trance, and drop, more than anything.

I graduated in 1998; but the store remained open as a trancing hotspot for the college's students until 2002, when two things happened: the last of the students who had been with me in college graduated, and the partner of the store owner died, forcing the store owner to sell up and close the store.

That was a long, lean period for me, with no new students to trance. However, I did meet Miss G; and from that point on, I began a second, longer phase of sort-of apprenticeship.

Part 2 here

Part 3 here