The Pull - A Fantasy

A wand like this has a power above and beyond what you might expect.

It's the obsidian crystal at the tip. Obsidian has always been a protector and "truth stone," drawing out truth and clearing away obfuscation.

But what the crystal crowd don't tell you, because they don't know, is that obsidian has a very dark power. Obsidian draws out negative energies. What they don't realise is that the pull can be made to work on the mind, or even the entire living body. A pull, which feels like being on the edge of a steep gravitational incline.

There is something I want to try out. I intend to buy an obsidian-tipped wand like this one, perhaps one not so fancy.

The New Age store where this fantasy takes place is a real place. The person who runs the store is pretty. I don't particularly have any attraction towards people, being an ace - an asexual - but this is as good a place to demonstrate the power of this wand as any.

So, on purchasing the thing, I open the wand, take it out of its box, brandish the wand, and call it by its name. I don't know its name until I have it in my hand, connect with its power, make it one with me.

And then I tell the shop owner about the pull of the obsidian, and how I can pull Mum towards me whenever I point a piece of obsidian at her back, and here's a rather larger piece in a wand, just radiating that gravitational pull.

And at this point, I give the wand a little twitch, and she rocks on her feet towards me ever so slightly.

Then I give the wand a bigger twitch, and this time she notices it.

The third time, I don't twitch the wand - I point it and begin to pull an invisible cord between us, shortening it, strengthening the pull.

The owner, and I'll call her Paula, begins to take steps towards me, her eyes fixed on the wand, her attention drawn towards the wand.

Her body drawn to the wand.

At the end point, she is practically on top of me, the wand radiating a gravitational draw that has proven to be utterly irresistible to Paula, whose mind is blank, her gaze unwavering, and her slender body draped over me, with the wand between us, her flesh pressed to my flesh.

Then I gently deactivate the wand, and let her feel the restoration of her autonomy, her mind, and her body. Like I said ... this is a fantasy.

And a very powerful one.

Erotic

I only had a short dream, but it was a hot one.

I was in a house, a visitor who'd popped in to see some friends. We'd been talking about the new building going up at the end of the road, and what it meant for the man of the house. It was a new laboratory, and - as the friend was a scientist - he had applied for, and obtained, an interview for a job in advance of the lab going live. The next door neighbour's wife had dropped in for a chat and to talk about the lab, too.

The institute was looking into behavioural sciences, psychology and similar fields of study. Human behaviour was its business.

And I had brought along a sample of that business - a subliminal sound file, which I'd set up to play in my holdall. I'd turned it on whilst we'd been talking, and the holdall was sitting there between us, broadcasting subliminal signals throughout the whole house.

It was having an effect. Both the neighbour and my friend were clearly feeling strong sexual arousal and attraction towards one another. I heard sounds from upstairs, and went out into the corridor.

At the top of the stairs was my friend's wife, a woman with short blonde hair. She was waiting for me, naked, a huge smile on her face.

The Home & Away Hypnotist - Cross-posted From Perchance To Dream

The original post comes from Perchance To Dream.

Non-Brits, note that the "Home & Away" to which I refer is an Australian TV soap opera. Mum can't get enough of it.

I had, by the time of this dream, starred in a one-off event TV episode of Home & Away, where the Aussie cast had come up to Wales to enjoy the scenery, and I make an appearance as a rogue hypnotist - a hypnotherapist who got struck off for unethical practices. Bad guy sort. Troublemaker.

Now the thing is, a few weeks down the line, the producer and director had invited me to appear in the soap in Australia, down in the show's setting of "Summer Bay," so I turn up on the show, getting off some bus in nearby Yabby Creek, ask a local where Summer Bay is and enquire if there's transport there.

I next climbed out of a taxi, with my cases, and go and find the house I had bought in cash apparently. I was some sort of a rich louche rogue hypnotist, apparently, who could buy homes like packets of sweets.

The thing was, as a hypnotist for real, I had been told by the producer and director that I should trance the actors for real. They were not to act in any way, and as a matter of fact they all had scripts which led them to believe that I was some sort of harmless, if slightly crap, stage magician who was perfecting a new magic routine. What made my job easier was that half of them had already been thoroughly entranced by me six weeks beforehand and post-hypnotic anchoring triggers implanted in their psyches, and I know for a fact that my triggers can last for more than two years between triggerings (some of my more successful clients have permanent triggers!), so re-trancing them was as easy as commanding them to sleep.

They had literally no clue. Not even when I commanded them in their tranced state to remove their clothes (the cameras panned round so as to show their backs when they denuded themselves) and they obeyed. Me, I enjoyed watching them from the front because I was sitting watching them.

I even got the actress who plays a cop in the show to disrobe for me. That was actually fun for the actress as much as it was for me; apparently, the actress had a fetish for being tranced. Some people like having others hypnotise them and instruct them to do erotic things. Who'd have thought?

The alarm went off and woke me, just as the good news came down the line that there was going to be a special live edition of the show coming in a few weeks, and it would be centred around my using hypnosis to build a base of believers and collect a cult of devoted dupes.

Audacious Experiments, 1

Experiment one.

To several entranced clients, I sent a copy of a video link to a clip from an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

The clip was of the sequence "Data Learns To Dance," from season 4 episode 11, "Data's Day." Dr Beverley Crusher, the redhead (played by Gates McFadden) was teaching Data (Brent Spiner, the pallid android in yellow) to dance.

This is the clip:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlWmIhYADRM

Here's the clip itself:-


These selected clients saw a sequence which was not on the script. I asked them to report on what they saw. Everybody reported the same thing, exactly as instructed.

In the movie you see, Data and Crusher perform a very entertaining tap routine, followed by a ballroom-style dance number. In the movie the clients see, erotic music begins to play and Beverley begins a rather steamy, sensual dance as Data stands and watches.

As the music continues, Dr Crusher removes her clothes and continues to dance, now naked. She tells Data to remove his clothes, which he does - revealing that he was gold all the way down. Now naked, she begins stroking his erect android penis until interrupted by Sickbay.

Dr Crusher breaks off and lights up another cigarette before answering Sickbay; she then leaves the holodeck smoking, and still naked.

The sequence ends with Data summoning a new dance partner, who happens to be a naked Deanna Troi (Marina Sirtis, not credited in this scene). The newcomer continued to dance erotically in front of Data as the sexually arousing music resumes.

I'm going to be practicing using this suggestion with other clients, to see how they respond to little deviations from the script when they are watching TV. Perhaps people believe things more readily if they see them on some sort of a screen than if they see them right in front of them.

Alphabet of Temptation - a Poem

It begins with that first heavy breath
The soft grunt from deep down
Where the desire stirs
Deep inside
Responding to that first caress
You thought it'd start with a kiss
But it began long before
With that glance that lingered
On your eyes far too
Long to be comfortable
That hooked you
Drew you in
Filled you with anticipation
Turned the switches on inside ready for
That caress that sets off the
Avalanche of oxytocin
Floods your bloodstream making
You get so hot all over
Sensitised skin tingles under the
Fingertip brush strokes against the
Side of your neck and bare shoulder
Drawing out the blood
Feel it racing through your
Body is responding in ways
You had not imagined
Cascade of fire
Alphabet of desire
Expressed in moans and gasps
As the caressing finger moves
From neck and shoulder
Down the bare arm
Tingling skin
Joined by another finger on
The other side
Slowly descending
Stroking your body
Brush strokes of passion
Heating up the blood the
Hormones the nerve endings of
Pleasure courses throughout you
As your body responds
Breathing deeper
Face flushing
Lips yearning for a kiss that may never
Come now
Or when the fingers move to
Touch your breasts underneath
Both hands now working the
Soft tissues underneath with
Fingertip touches
And the words escape you
Without conscious control
Go lower
Put your hands down there
Obeying the hands slide down
Your sides to your hips
Linger on the hips before they
Go down between your thighs
Parting your knees
No resistance as the fingers
Slide up inside your thighs
To come to rest there
Right there
You shudder as the desire
The oxytocin tide
The waves of pleasure
Come now
And you hear the question
Do I go on?

Seducer Song - A Poem

Seducer Song

Take a look, world.
Take a good, long look
Through my eyes.
They say an empath
Can read people's emotions
As if they were their own.
What they don't say
Don't know
Can't imagine
Is that we can take your feelings
Wrap ours around them
Project them into the hearts
And minds of others
Make you see the way we see
Feel the world how we feel.
Infection.
Contagion.
Addiction.

I am an empath.
I am one of those who
Hears the songs and screams
Of your heart
Shows you the mirror
Reflections of your feelings
The drowning tides of passion
Hard wet fever
Joy and suffering
Fear, mortal fear oh so real
And, of course,
Desire,
My favourite emotion.

My words are aimed at desire.
Words in my poems
Zipping along wires or on the air
On pages in my blog
They reach into the cold
Heart of you where the
Emotions lie dormant
They breathe life on the embers
The dark and the ashes and the ice
Bring embers into strengthening spark
Spark into flickering flame
Guttering flame into roaring fire
Passion's fire into searing inferno
Blazing in your chest
Feel it spread throughout your body
Radiating from your face
Blood rich in dopamine
Oxytocin
Serotonin
Desire awakened and roused
Passions stirring
Tinged with guilt
That you should feel this way
A little fear -
What if people see? -
But then my words surge up
Again, the flood
Washing, drowning out
The chilling vestiges of fear
Ice melting in your breast
In your soul
As you wonder what
The hell you are drinking.

My words are oxygen
To your hunger
Petrol on the wild fire
Of your desire
A carbon rod to
Your nuclear lust
And I watch vigilantly as
The heat streams from you
Head body heart and soul
Rising from flushing faces
Bodies shifting with discomfort
And arousal
Shimmering with the heat haze
Of longing
Eager to be away
Anywhere but in public
Hungry to share the fever
With the one who stoked the fire
With seducer song
With hypnotist's croon
Lingering deep in your burning soul
Long after the echoes
Of the words themselves
Have died.

Giving It Your All - The Erotic Part of Hypnotic Erotic

My blog title has two parts; Hypnotic and Erotic. I focus a lot on the hypnosis in this blog, but I don't overlook the erotic element.

I have a highly NSFW blog on tumblr, The Erotician. The site would seem to just depict a whole stream of disjointed images of naked women in various poses, but as with weapons and mayonnaise, the item is just on display. What you do with those images is up to you.

In my erotic writings, as in my blog posts, I set the ground for what you would call a limit-experience: an experience of such intensity that it takes you to the edge of your experiences. In mathematical terms, this would be you skirting the edge of a catastrophe curve, knowing that there was always a chance that you would fall.

What makes an erotic experience?

Eroticism was once defined as "the intrusion into the public sphere of something that was at base private." Eroticism is intrusion, to some; transgression, to others. Subject to erotic impulses as a result of being stimulated by erotic materials, you are transported towards a state of arousal, approaching an ecstatic state. This does tend to be frowned upon by society as a whole, but mostly this is due to conditioning and programming over centuries, and the inhibitory effect of civilisation. Indeed, erotica is viewed as material which is designed to break the civilised mindset - to dissolve the barriers set up in the mind by society, and to release impulses, thoughts and feelings which society has deemed primeval, primitive and therefore somehow less than ideal.

Society labours under the delusion that there is some sort of non-sexual ecstatic state, Agape ("ah-GAH-pei" rather than "ah-GEYP") which is religious, numinous, subtle, sacred and in every way Higher and more Transcendent than the base physical ecstasy of Eros, which is the ecstatic state of arousal, desire, hunger, need and copulation. "White Light Romance" with choral music, as compared to athletic naked count-the-legs-and-divide-by-two with a raunchy sax and dirty guitar bow chicka wah wah soundtrack.

It's a Victorian thing. Go figure.

The nature of the erotic material in my blogs is to stimulate Eros. I make no bones about this. Agape is a myth. There is no God; God is an invention of churches, intended to keep people weak, subservient and obedient. A society that is predicated on the masses being weak and vulnerable, having to beg the authorities to keep them protected, is sickening - a travesty. Eros allows you to ignore your cultural conditioning, to rise above the stupidity you have been conditioned to believe in, and to come to a shocking truth.

You make your own decisions. You, and you alone, decide who, or what, can turn you on. Your tastes are yours - not something assigned to you by some faceless bureaucrat, and certainly not by your child-molesting hypocrite of a pastor. And when you are in the presence of that which can turn you on, you can exercise your right to be turned on; to feel the pleasure of dancing naked with your lovers to the music that makes you horny, letting your aroused bodies turn each other on in turn until you are ready to explore one another's pleasure.

Even if you are on your own, even if you have no lover, my erotic thoughts here and elsewhere are meant to break the stranglehold of your oppressive cultural conditioning; to awaken the sexual you inside, so you can feel happy to walk around your own home naked, glass of wine in one hand, lit joint in the other, again dancing to the soundtrack that makes you horny, with the forcibly-imposed burdens of "propriety" and "shame" exposed as the frauds they are and dissolved from your mind.

That is what I offer. I offer you little tastes and opportunities to savour what it is like to accept yourself - your body, your mind, your impulses, your appetites. Your pleasures. Your taboos.

I offer you a taste of what it is like to cast off those chains and, even if only for a moment, to be free.

The Long Nights - A Poem

The Summer evenings draw out
Long and warm and quiet as
The breath of a calm man
His eyes fluttering closed as the
Stillness descends on his limbs
Heartbeat slowing, pulse steadying
Breath stilling, deepening
You're gonna love this
They say
As the neurons fire slower
Currents flowing down neurons like
Molasses, taking the long, slow,
Easy route from the brain
So easy to just let go
Moth fluttering slowly on the window pane
In front of you, large brown grey wings
Beating on the glass
Darkening outside
Light turning to grey
Blue deepening to midnight blue
Slowly
Calmly
Natural order of things
Like the calm settling in your bones
An old friend come to visit
Bringing pleasure as the
Serotonin rises slowly in
Your bloodstream
Deepening into light
Never been like this before
So good
So good
So deeply good
Down it goes as levels of calm
Release muscle tensions
Face muscles neck
Shoulders going next each muscle
Group loosening
Flesh yielding to peace with each outbreath
Feeling the tensions leave you like
Black clouds out your mouth
Light coming in as you
Breathe in now and hold
Hold
High note of your lungs
Waiting for the time to
Exhale now
Let that breath out
Last of the tensions going
Chest and arms relaxing
Upper abdomen releasing tension next
Next next inbreath pushing down the
Dark tensions filling your body with light
Lower abdomen now releasing
Light in all parts of your body
Above the hip as
You now feel the tensions leaving your
Hips and relaxation creeping down your thighs
Knees to the calves
So good
Reaching the feet
Draw in one breath now and hold
Hold
Hold ...
Now let go
Let it all go
Free your mind
All your body now light
Drifting
Floating free descending into light
And back you go into your
Seat as you face the final
Surrender and you are drifting in
A warm, light place
Safe and warm and so good
To be there in the place where
You have let go and you
Close your eyes and find
Yourself nowhere
Sleep in your mind
Sleep in your body as evening
Closes in on you and all
Is night at last
And warm balmy silence
And darkness now.

You want to explore this peace now.
See how far you can take it.
Count down now, from nine.
I bet you won't get to 1
Before you complete your journey
Into sleep.
So hard to make the next number form in your mind. All you want to do is let this peaceful relaxation come over you, like surrendering to a narcotic drug, like listening to the rain beat on the window a few inches from your face in your favourite room, where you are safest, where you are most comfortable, where you are free to be yourself, and all the outside world is dark, only the beating rain and the dark and the silence, letting your body relax into warmth and sprawling, uncaring about who sees you or your attire, the way you are dressed when there is nobody at home, loose clothing, warm, your hands caressing your body, you don't care if anybody is seeing you out there in the darkness, your hands roaming, light finger strokes, slow rhythmic pressure there, you know that feels so good.

And what your other hand is doing now, that is such a pleasure that you want to do that over and over, letting waves of pleasure course through your entire body, you feel it with every part of your body, there is no question that you deserve this, as you reach for that part of your body now where the nerve endings are throbbing and something is building in you and it is happening now.

And you want to tell me about it, so now email me and tell me what you are doing. Mark the subject line with "What is thy bidding, O Master?" as you respond, and keep exploring your pleasure as you type, and once you have sent the email, continue to your pleasure and then, when you have reached your peak, relax your whole body once again and settle in your chair and let go, let go as consciousness flees and all that is left for you is the afterglow and sleep.

Warm Rush Inside - An Erotic Poem

Warm Rush Inside

You've been there where
The rain outside beats against the
Window but
Inside you're warm comfort as
Chocolate on your tongue slowly
Melting relax inside chocolate
Phenylethylamine rush sugar
Go down warm filling your
Warm body bloodstream with the
Rush inside deep to the door
You open and let me in as
A guest well come in the house of your
Heart comfort sit me down
Beside you serotonin flows
Inside you are so relaxed as warm
You are comfortable and at
Ease although you really shouldn't
Let yourself go there
Is something about us that
Gratifies and warms you and you
Cannot help but sink lower in your
Chair and relax breathe together and
Let out the sleeping mind
Looks out of your eyes and
See the warmth between as dopamine
Rush waves of oxytocin so
Deep inside you go in so far
Awash with the rush as you
Open your arms to meet my
Embrace the passion rush the hormones
Need your attention relaxed
And warm
Your body and soul open
All the way in you shouldn't have to
Give yourself over to
That feeling
Note: This is the 199th post for Hypnotic Erotic. I hope to have something special for the 200th. Watch this space.

Meanwhile, here's the audio file. Enjoy.

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Gen13 Gas Scene - Video

The following is the gas scene from Gen13 - The Animated Movie.

Enjoy.

Gen13 - The Animated Movie [Taken Down From Youtube]

Looks like this show's been taken down from Youtube, guys. So sorry.

If it turns up again elsewhere, I will let you know - and embed a link.

Meanwhile, the next post along has the gas scene from the Gen13 movie.

Video - "Gas-Filled Room"

A video from my personal archive. Some women are busy in a room into which, unbeknown to them, anaesthetic gas is entering through a ceiling vent. 

When this appeared on YouTube, not by me, it kept getting deleted - however, I did manage to save it: and now here it is, for you.

This is also the hundredth post to my blog. Thank you for sticking with it this far.

Stick with me still - the journey's just beginning.

Welsh BBC TV Presenter Entranced Redux

For some reason, this video clip does not like being linked to this blog from Youtube. So here it is again. Or you could crosslink to To Scape The Serpent's Tongue, where the original link is still to be found in this article here.

Hypnosis In A Dream

I was out in town, in an older part of town with narrow, red brick streets, cobbled roads and terraced housing. This was a residential area with a small store, and I'd just finished shopping in that store - I came out with a joint of meat wrapped in old-fashioned wax paper, carried in a bag - when I noticed a woman looking at me from her living room window, from just behind a red curtain with a floral pattern. The window, too, was old - a wooden frame painted red, the same colour as the door, lintel and doorstep.

The woman was mature, with short red hair and green eyes. I remember looking squarely at those eyes, and catching her attention. I didn't know if she wanted someone to talk to, or even for anyone to notice that she was there at all - but I went over to her door and knocked on it.

When she answered, I asked her if there was a reason for looking at me. She led me into her room and sat down. I took out my wand - a ritual tool which is essentially a big obsidian - and gently pointed the tip of it at her Ajna chakra, bringing it up to her forehead to establish the "animal magnetism" connection that Franz Mesmer described.

Hard to describe "animal magnetism." It's a different feeling from hypnosis. It's a feeling more like a physical attraction, compelling movement towards the source - in this case, between the woman and the tip of the crystal wand.

As I brought the wand up to her Ajna chakra, the spot right between her eyes above the bridge of her nose, the wand did its thing. The woman's eyelids fluttered closed. I touched the tip of the wand to her forehead, gently brushing her skin, and she sighed and sank back into the chair, her body relaxing and growing flaccid as she sank deeply into a trance.

I asked her what she wanted. Her unconscious responded with moans and gasps. I asked her how long it had been since she'd experienced intimacy. She replied "A long time." I asked her if she wanted intimacy now, and she hissed "Yesssss" through her teeth, her body arching.

Damned alarm. Lousy timing.

Your Dream Celebrity?

I'm throwing this out to you lot. Please feel free to respond in comments.

If you could somehow influence a TV personality, or multiple personalities, while they were live on television - sort of like using a Kinect or similar technology, or through a magic remote control, or just through sorcerous means - whom would you love to control? And what would you have them do on the television?

Which actress would you love to be able to control; to cause them to stop in the middle of the screen; to turn, smiling, towards the camera and slowly, teasingly, begin to remove their clothes before a shocked general television-viewing public?

Some examples to get you thinking:-

Mr Mocata Hypnotic Mind Control - The Devil Rides Out

Classic hypnotic mind control from the Hammer horror movie The Devil Rides Out:-

Vina's Dance - Star Trek

A classic from the vaults: Vina's Dance, from the original Star Trek episode "The Cage." The Talosians had seized control of Captain Pike's senses and present him with a vision of pure temptation ...

Another Gas Attack - Souvenir Pic

Lenny Zero - "Zero's Seven," from 2000 AD

Some gas scenes from the latest 2000 AD comic strip Lenny Zero, in the story "Zero's Seven" -

Gas Fetish - Videos

"Gas fetish," or "medical fetish," refers to the kink of people being turned on either by watching clips of real or fictionalised people being knocked out, or daydreaming of turning the gas on a person or persons, or of being anaesthetised themselves by gas.

People can be turned on by clips featuring real medical anaesthesia, such as "Sophie Going Under."

Gas has often been used as a plot device in television and fiction, where the gas is slipped through the air vents of rooms:-

Or sometimes, cars and taxis:-

Sometimes the gas attack takes the form of a grenade or gas bomb:-

Sometimes, the gas is introduced to sedate a whole group of people as a prelude to an attack, or to abduct or subdue them:-

Sometimes the gas is sprayed into the victim's face:-

And of course, let's not forget our favourite superheroes, such as Wonder Woman, who got gassed more than once:-

And Batgirl, who got in on the action a few times:-

Not to mention Sue Storm:-

And Lois Lane:-

And The She Spies:-

And then, of course, there is the vintage champagne of knockout gas scenes, Airport 77:-

This post would not be complete without references to other pages in this blog which contain embedded videos.

The Bionic Woman Deadly Ringer Gas Scene

The Airport 77 Gas Scene (the new page)

The Gen13 Gas Scene

The Doctor in Clover laughing gas scene

Gas-Filled Room

Laughing Gas Scenes

As well as sleeping gas scenes, a variety of scenes feature people being rendered helpless by laughing gas. Sadly, real nitrous oxide doesn't work like this, but people get a huge turn-on by watching entire rooms full of people be rendered helpless by the old giggle gas:-

Conclusion

The fetish comes in a variety of forms, but they all have the same kind of theme - the subject being sedated by gas. We can probably speculate on why people get turned on by images of billowing clouds of anaesthetic gas filling rooms, knocking out people - but nobody can deny that it is a very powerful kink, for those who have it.

Nighty night ...