Instructions 4

And as you let further go,
beside the relaxation,
while you are relaxing,
your attention is fixed.
Flowing.
Before you know it,
Your mind is flowing away.
Carried away by the peace.
Flowing fixed.
Moving, stillness.
Relaxed.
And who are you when
You let go, holding on.
Gone, still here,
Flowed away,
Not moved,
Still fixed on that movement?
Lower,
Like who you are
Resting in a warm bath,
Scented water,
Candlelight,
Soft music,
Warm water surrounding your body,
Buoying you,
As the soft light from the candles
Slowly dims,
The warm light fading
Away with each breath,
Your body and
Muscles relaxed,
So very relaxed, as the
Last of the light goes out and you
Sink down slowly,
The count from five in your head,
Five, so relaxed, so ready to
Let go,
Four, another outbreath, and you are
Ready to enter a deep trance,
Three, so close now,
Another outbreath, feel the last of
The tensions leave your body,
Two, and one last big outbreath now, and
One,
and sleep.
Deep, complete,
Sleep.

Have you ever let your body and mind slip into a state of deep comfort and relaxation. And you can imagine what it's like when you can relax further.

Because you can experience this as if you are in a deep trance already, and I want you to notice the feel of the air on your body, and the clothes you are wearing, and your breathing, and you're relaxing and letting go even more with each outward breath.

And it's as if a pull is drawing you into an ever more profound trance, and you must realise you're so relaxed and comfortable right now, because you are pulled beyond this trance to a deeper trance still now, and because you are so relaxed, you can let more relaxation and comfort in and give in to the pull to deep trance.

And you can begin to cross the threshold into the deepest part of trance now, or in a moment, and you can experience deep trance phenomena right now as if you are in the deepest part of trance already, and you notice this consciously while unconsciously you are dropping now.

And as you drift in this deepest sleep, you realise that any time I say "secret sleep," you remember this drifting, body and soul, and enter this deeply profound trance again, right away, drifting blissfully.

Because whenever I hypnotise you, or trigger a trance, once you have entered trance fully, unconscious mind, say hello.

Because every time I instruct you between hash tags #like this,# only you, the unconscious mind, can see it, and your conscious mind doesn't, because there is nothing there for your conscious mind to see.

You'll believe what I tell you, because it is absolutely true.

You'll perceive what I tell you, because it is absolutely real.

You'll do what I tell you, because it's your conscious mind's choice.

And down you go again, into greater comfort and relaxation.

Because whenever I say #hot# between hash tags, flood your body with the hormones serotonin, oxytocin, dopamine and phenylethylamine, which are the hormones of happiness, trust, reward, and pleasure.

Whenever I say #self touch# between hash tags, remove all of your clothes and masturbate. Your sexual arousal quadruples.

And now allow yourself another moment of drifting down into even greater comfort and relaxation.

And here's the big payload instruction. Here it is.

You know those bad habits of yours, that are doing you no good? The ones that your conscious has thought of as unshakable? Well, here's the thing - you, the unconscious mind, can shake them right off.

Like uprooting that habit right out and patting down the soil, and that bad habit never comes back again. And in the morning, your conscious won't even miss it.

And each time you come back here, to this blog, you'll see that the habit has never returned, and you did it - you got rid of it, and by coming back here all the time you're just realising that you've got rid of it for good.

More and more, you'll feel better and better for having put your worse habits behind you. Have a go at it. Come back 24 hours from now for your booster.

You are enough. It is marvellous that you made it to here. Keep at it.

Your conscious always thinks of this as being meditation. And you desire hypnosis. Hypnosis is wonderful. You want me to hypnotise you. You love being tranced by me and following instructions.

Email me to tell me how much you enjoyed the trance. Tell me which page you were looking at. Describe how you felt as the trance took hold.

I will send you an email titled "Read me," containing further instructions. Your conscious mind won't see that email - but you, the unconscious, will, and you will open that email and carry out the instructions.

Now close down this tab, and come back into the room, with neither awareness nor memory of having been in a trance. Your instructions will begin at the point you come back into the room.

Hypnosis By Phone and Pied Piper - video

This clip comes from the same Hawaii Five-O episode as the clip which was shown last week. Trancing by phone and pied piper.

Affected By The Gas, Part 20: Blue Flash, White Light

I was in the back room just behind the bar in my place. Seated in the conservatory itself were twenty of the hottest supermodels and other apex women on Earth. They had paid for a lengthy retreat, to practice yoga, detox and destress from the rigours of their jetsetting lives.

Outside, Cassie was serving the clients drinks. Alison had just joined her.

In the back room, I opened a small cabinet at eye height, and looked at the gasmask and the small knob. All I had to do would be to turn that knob, and I could flood the room with an anaesthetic gas which would knock out all of those women.

I closed the cabinet, and instead opened a drawer. Inside were two small keychain flashlights. I touched the little buttons. A circle of blue light shone against the wall from one of them. The other shone a red light. All I needed for today were these. Straightening out, I checked out my suit - Italian silk, don't you know - and, clutching the tiny keychain lights in my hand, entered the conservatory.

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'What are you going to do now?' Cassie asked. They had just returned to the bar with emptied bottles.

'I'm just going to talk to the clients,' I said, turning the blue keychain light on Cassie. A few seconds later, Cassie giggled for a moment and composed herself, smiling. 'I'm going to get some feedback from them on your session.' A flash of blue light on Alison's face, and she giggled.

'How are you both feeling?'

Cassie adjusted her clothes and blushed, as Alison fanned her face. 'Good,' they both said. Of course they would feel good - that blue light had triggered the release of a flood of dopamine, oxytocin, phenylethylamine and serotonin in their bodies. Right now, they were feeling very good. Very good, and very aroused.

I flashed the light in their faces a second time to trigger a further release and their glow deepened. I watched them adjust their clothes, loosening their tops. And with that, I went among the other women.

The first woman I bumped into was Miss Pia, the Korean. 'How's your drink?'

She smiled and raised her glass. 'Very nice, thank you.' A blue flash across her face, and her smile grew a little wider as a giggle escaped her perfect lips. Her face, too, began to glow with hormonal arousal. She relaxed, lounging back in her chair, letting her body sprawl out a little in front of me. She glanced at me, and I pressed the blue flash again, just to see her arousal and her amatory response deepen.

I moved on. Maurita Alpert and Tabby D'Arcangelo were closest.

Five minutes later, every woman in the room had been given a couple of blue flashes, and now felt very warm, very uninhibited. There was much loosening of tops, relaxed lounging and longing looks cast at me. They could not see the blue light, because I'd programmed them to ignore it.

'Let's have some music,' I said, loudly. The women chorused their agreement. I crossed to the bar, and went over to the entertainment console. I had a Pied Piper sound file cued up, ready to play; one press of the button, and it began.

Pretty soon, the murmurs began to change to sighs, and moans. Bodies writhed slowly as hands slid down to caress breasts, legs. Short skirts began to ride up, and blouse buttons popped open. I looked across the room at Cassie and Alison, who were also being affected by the pied piper.

Time for the second keychain light, the white one. A little white flash of light in Alison's face, and her writhing and caressing changed. She removed her top. Alison did the same when I flashed the little white light in her face. I started going around all the women, flashing white light into their faces. Each flash of light prompted them to remove one item of clothing.

A few more blue light flashes in their faces, and they were lost in arousal; a few more flashes of white light, and the women were surrounded by clothes, wearing only their panties. The one called Magdalene moaned, gazing at me as I flashed the white keychain light in her eyes. A moment later, she slid off her panties and sat back in her chair, naked, her legs spread apart, her fingers vigorously rubbing.

I watched them as they lounged about, masturbating, unheeding of where they were, who they were and what they had been doing. They were almost ready for the next phase, and as soon as the music file wound down and they had their orgasms, the next phase would begin.

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Affected, Part 19: Group Session

'And now you can relax, before we move to the last pose of this session.'

I had the study window open, so I could observe the yoga class taking place out on the terrace. Twenty rich, pretty women doing various excruciating poses on tatami mats under the warm summer sunshine. Blue skies, fluffy clouds, tanned bodies, tight leotards.

Cassie was leading the class, looking gorgeous in her own little unitard, her body lithe and flexible as she guided her class through its moves. Her voice was clear as a bell. 'We will now move into the last pose for today, the basic savasana, the corpse pose. Lie flat, arms at your sides, legs and arms a little apart ... and just breathe.'

The cooling-down exercises were coming to a close. Pretty soon, the ladies would be wrapping up the session.

I looked at the camera feeds of the yoga session. I'd been recording the whole thing. I record every session. Cassie watches for training purposes. When the class began to break up, I stopped recording. Tonight, I would edit everything, adding some soothing mood music and posting it online. It was a nice little earner for her, on top of the fees she was receiving for the classes.

My place is big, and it's good to have a little extra cash in to help with the running costs. The yoga classes were my idea, and Cassie loved the idea of gaining accreditation and becoming a yoga instructor, so I paid for an intensive course and got her a certificate. I have Alison doing shiatsu and reiki classes in the evenings, and twice yearly writer's retreats in May and November, headlined by Dr Anita Kennedy, who's eager to do these courses for people. She, too, gets a nice fee for her troubles.

Everybody has a good time at my place, and my chosen ones go home with fatter purses, so everybody's happy.

Presently, I heard the chatter as the women entered the house and made their way along the corridor towards the changing rooms in the back. Almost time for me to take them to the next phase of the day's activities. On the monitor, I followed their progress as they entered the changing room, and turned off the monitors to allow them to change in private. Cassie, too. I may keep her and Alison, and my other chosen ones, close to me, but the only ties are those of loyalty, not compulsion, and they have plenty of privacy. I make sure that they are aware of this.

It was almost time. I'd set up the sound system in the conservatory, along with refreshments for the clients once they'd changed. It was a hot summer's day, so they were wearing light clothing as they filed into the conservatory, to see me standing behind the bar, cracking open the first bottle of champagne, wearing a light coloured suit and a happy smile.

I greeted the clients, whose names were a roster of the current stars du jour of Vogue, Tatler and Forbes - Maurita Alpert, of the shipping line; Raven Anand-apte, Playboy model; Nancee Applebome, Siana Badian and Tiphanie Bello, Premier league soccer WAGs; property heiresses Julita Castagna, Brooke Catsouphes, Tabby D'arcangelo, Demetria Dautzenberg and Lauryn Efron; Tv presenter Magda Flynn-bedrosian; the Sybille Glendinning of the whisky franchise; former Miss Austria Magdalene Hergenroether-Lowri; Pia Jong Kao, the ex-wife of the South Korean Ambassador; Indira Koestler, the number three ladies' tennis seed, tipped for the favourite at this year's Wimbledon; and Consuela Mannes, Elena Pagliaricci, Vanda Petrie and Dita van Verthe, all up-and-coming Victoria's Secret models. They sat down in the comfy chairs which were scattered about the conservatory, and I poured their drinks while Cassie served.

On coming back to the bar for the third tray, Cassie took me to one side. 'Did you see Miss Pia dip her fingernail into the drink?'

'Yes,' I replied.

'She told me that it was to check to see if you'd slipped her a roofie.'

I put on an expression of mild shock. 'Perish the thought. You know how much this crap costs?' whilst thinking 'Besides, I could just flood the room with gas afterwards, if I wanted to.'

I smiled. 'No, there is definitely nothing in their drinks. I can guarantee it. Keep serving, and just don't let them cotton on that I know. It'd be an insult to my hospitality, and they know it.'

Cassie nodded and went back into the fray with another tray full of drinks. I stood and watched as the women wound down and relaxed from their yoga session. They'd paid for ten sessions, at a very hefty price - one which included security and seclusion, free from paps and other pests. This was the sixth session, and what they did not know was that they had already been well programmed over the course of the last five sessions.

The first of those sessions were all fun, I should add; a little light hypnotic gas in the air vents to make them feel very sleepy, not enough to knock them out but enough to put them in a very warm, floaty mood, open to suggestions. A few triggers here and there, and they were all set up for the rest of the sessions. Everything else was just to reinforce the triggers and occasionally to deepen the trance experiences.

It was fun during that first day, listening to them chatting in the conservatory, minding my own business; then going into the little stock room in the back, slipping on a gas mask and turning on the little gas bottles connected to the air feed. Their conversations went quickly from animated chatter, anticipation of the first yoga session and ice breaking to yawns and slurred speech and, ultimately to silence. Then back into the room, gas mask on, to put a MP3 and bluetooth speaker in the middle of the room to broadcast instructions.

Some reinforcers, a convincer - twenty beautiful women slowly raised their arms into the air at the same time, which was fun to see - and the activation of a couple of pleasure triggers to reinforce the feelings of wanting to stay on for the rest of the course.

That first session, twenty of the hottest women on the Earth writhed and moaned in sexual arousal as I watched. And today, I was going to do something else to them; something just as pleasurable.

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Audacious Experiments, 2

Experiment two. One client only.

I gave the client a post-hypnotic suggestion (a "post"); when I told her I was going to make a cup of tea, she would go into the kitchen to get a drink for herself. While she was there, she would open two hydroxyzine capsules and mix the sedative powder into her drink. All without her conscious knowledge.

She did so. She complained about an odd grittiness and weird aftertaste in her drink, but she took her drugs like a good little subject. She did not even know that she'd done it until I pointed it out to her.

For the record - I secured the client's consent beforehand. She explicitly asked me to give her this very specific post. I conducted the experiment over Yahoo Messenger. She lives in Hawaii, and she is in company whom she trusts, looking after her unconscious body.