Batman: Laughing Gas Crowd Scene - video

Would you believe it, this was a Riddler episode, not a Joker one.

Laughing Gas Scene On TV - Some Korean Kids' Show

In this Korean show, a bunch of teens huff some laughing gas.

Laughing Gas Scene - The Flash

Another superhero series, this one being the short-lived version of The Flash (no relation to the slick DCU version showing on The CW). Gas bombs disguised as toys. Laughing gas. Early Nineties fashions. Drink in the dated, people.

Nitrous Oxide Cylinder Thefts - News

Some laughing gas news from today's (2015 02 23) North Wales newspaper, The Leader.

Among the many things which have disappeared from Glan Clwyd and Maelor hospitals are 17 cylinders of laughing gas from the Maelor in Wrexham, and 9 cylinders from Glan Clwyd hospital. More ...

Celebrities On Gas: Gates McFadden

The first of an occasional series where real celebrities relate experiences of being under medical gases.

This first is a casual tweet from Gates McFadden:-

My college years. This man is amazing (and he gave me laughing gas!)

— Gates McFadden (@gates_mcfadden) November 12, 2014

If any celebs tweet of being given nitrous, or discuss going under, I'll post links - and if available, photos - here.

Affected, Part 11 - Interruption

Has the phone rung on you, just as you were starting to get into something really hot? Damned if Cassie's mobile phone rings just as she is about to take me in. I look at her, lying beneath me, waiting for me to climb onto her and straddle her, and the damned phone begins to warble out there in the living room.

She sighs, and pushes me off. 'I gotta get this. Please don't make a sound.'

As she gets up, I remember that I have another trigger. "Gas trap. Two minute delay," I say to her as she leaves the bedroom. Aside from a moment's pause when I say the words, she doesn't react.

Consciously, at any rate.

In the corridor, I listen. The phone stops warbling. 'Hi, Alison.' There is a pause. 'I'm okay. Yeah, I'm at home, alone. As usual.' I bite my knuckles.

'So what happened today? I kind of missed you after the last lecture. Where did you go?' Silence for a moment, broken by the occasional 'Yeah' and 'Mm-hmm.'. Then I hear the snap of Cassie's lighter. A sharp intake of breath. An exhale. 'No, of course I'm not smoking again. Why would you think that?'

A few more sounds of agreement, a few nods, yeahs and an 'Mm-hmm.' She takes a drag and says 'No. Would I lie to you?' and giggles, smoke wreathing her face. I catch my breath. But then I realise that two minutes haven't quite gone by. It hasn't started yet.

I've suggested to Cassie that, somewhere in the living room, possibly under her sofa, there is a cylinder of laughing gas - and that it will fill the room with laughing gas within two minutes of her entering the room.

Another exhale, and I peer around the corner to see Cassie sitting on the sofa, her back turned to me, and a streamer of smoke being blown into the air. Smoke from her cigarette rises into the room as well. She leans forwards to flick the ash into the ashtray, and at that point the suggestion begins to take effect. Cassie snorts and giggles for a moment, and controls herself.

'No, sorry, Alison. I'm sorry. I know. Breaking up with Dick isn't very funny.'

She pauses for a moment, the cigarette poised halfway to her lips. 'Sorry. Mike.' A second later, a chortle spills from her mouth. 'Sorry. Sorry. No, I've no idea what came over me. He sounds like a douche. You're better off dumping the bastard.'

I hear the chuckle rising, trying to escape. I've suggested that the longer things go on, the stronger the gas gets and the stronger its effect on her.

'No,' Cassie says, trying to stifle the laughter, 'he sounds like a monster. Believe me, you're better off without him -'

Now the laughter cannot be contained. She giggles hysterically, holding the phone away from her. Cassie tries to restrain herself. Somehow, she manages to get some measure of self-control, and puts the phone back to her ear.

'Yeah, sorry, I don't know what's -' she begins. She shakes her head. 'No, I'm not flutered. I only had one drink.' A snort escapes her lips. 'No, seriously.' She giggles as the suggestion supersedes her senses. 'No, I am being serious -'

The laughter is hysterical, unending, uncontrollable. Cassie holds the phone away from her to spare Alison. I enter the room, standing in front of Cassie. I'm naked and I have a huge erection. Cassie sees this and her laughter doubles in volume. Calmly, I reach for her phone, take it from her unresisting hands and listen.

'Hello? Hello? Cassie, are you there? What's going on?'

Quietly, I put the phone on hands free mode, so Cassie can hear Alison's concerned voice. 'Cassie? What is going on? Why are you laughing? Stop it!'

But Cassie is lost to the suggestion; lost to the gas. I give the phone back to Cassie. Her face is red, and there are tears in her eyes. She cannot stop laughing.

The phone drops to the sofa, and disconnects.

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Affected By The Gas

More of you come here to celebrate and indulge in your gas fetish than anything else - including getting hypnotised by my scripts.

One of my favourite hypnotic triggers plants a bottle of nitrous oxide in your rooms, along with a hose and feed mask. Six out of ten of you just want to enjoy the feel of the mask on your faces - some of you love wearing latex gas masks and a separate suggestion plants one of those in the room for you to wear - but four out of ten want something different.

You want the gas. You want to be taken down by it.

You want to be sitting in your room, chatting with me or on the phone to somebody else, when the trigger is activated. The bottle appears, with the little spigot already open, hissing laughing gas into the room.

You want to be doing something unrelated to anything to do with hypnosis - ironing, doing your taxes, doing housecleaning - when the thin streamer of gas escaping into the room begins to affect you. You want the gas to bring a little bubble of laughter up the back of your throat even as you begin to feel a little wobbly at the knees, your mouth cottony, your brain slightly light headed.

You want the gas to take hold of you, bringing out chuckles, then giggles and ultimately convulsions of uncontrollable hilarity. You want it to make you heavy and sleepy, sinking down into your chairs, the giggles and hysteria subsiding into a deep sleep.

If you were in company, you'd be looking at your partner, another willing subject, as the gas takes control and have a dialogue like this:-

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not smiling. Why are you smiling?"

"I don't know. What's so funny? Why are you laughing? Why am I laughing?"

"I think we're being gassed ..."

Admit it. Some of you, not a majority but a sizeable chunk, just got turned on so much by what I've just said.

Email me if you want to make that happen. And give me your consent, and visit one of my pages such as Going Underground to prepare yourselves for a really wild ride.


Come on. You know you want it.

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This train of thought spawned a fantasy story.

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The Rockford Files Gas Scene

This one was a legendary gas scene. A perp plants a bottle of laughing gas in the back of Jim Rockford's car and Rockford gets steaming high.


Presented in memory of the late James Garner, who died today (2014 07 20).

"Home Invasion 2 - The Preview"

This thing turned up on YouTube. I would love to see the full film some time.

What If I Could ...?

What if I could do more than control your actions through hypnosis?

What if I could amend your memories; alter your perceptions; even control your very bodies, emotions, sensations and moods?

Two clients are big fans of nitrous oxide gas and the medical mask fetish - see this page here and this page for details of what that means - and as part of my sessions over the last few hours, I gave them both a present:- a gift of a bottle of nitrous, along with rubber mask, for them to play with.


Something like this.
Here's some feedback from a very satisfied client who tried the nitrous ...

I tried the nitrous bottle for a little while last night, was certainly interesting.

After a few breaths I felt both giddy and sleepy.

It also started to make me a little horny.

As I felt like I was starting to float away, I stopped using it,

but I really found the experience to be enjoyable.

Think about this. The experiences I can give you through hypnosis can be absolutely real. Consider this, if you're a bit nervous about coming to me to be tranced.

What if I could ..., indeed.

More Knockout Gas and Spray Scenes

Some more fun clips of people being put under various chemical influences.


This was possibly one from Diabolik.


Gas scene from Nikita - not a kidnap, but a rescue


One of Jeri Ryan's first appearances,
in Dark Skies


A scene from Relic Hunter - the bad guys slip Tia Carrere a Mickey


The laughing gas scene from "Ice Man" - an episode of She Spies


A planeload of passengers gets gassed


And of course, this famous scene from the Fantastic Four where Sue Storm gets gassed
Enjoy.

Doctor In Clover Laughing Gas Scene

Below is the famous "laughing gas at the party" scene from the Sixties British comedy Doctor in Clover. Basically, the Matron (Joan Sims) has some pretty strait-laced ideas about what is permitted and what is not: and alcohol in the punch is definitely not permitted.

However, Dr Gaston Grimsdyke (Leslie Phillips) and Sir Lancelot Spratt (James Robertson Justice), the latter having been fortified by an experimental "youth drug" and made uncharacteristically randy, have a contingency - a bottle of an experimental laughing gas from the Psych ward, which Dr Grimsdyke unleashes on the unsuspecting Matron and her gaggle of nurses on the stage.

It doesn't take long for them to start howling with laughter - not much longer for the rest of the room to be hit by the gas as well. Hijinks ensue, as only British celluloid can deliver.

Enjoy.