Celebrity Wishlist Update

My clients all have someone they really fancy; someone they would love to just come into their bedrooms and have their wicked way. A lot of the clients ask for celebrities. Many ask for the same general celebrities.

So here is the current list of the top ten celeb tulpa requests:-

Female

1. Jennifer Lawrence
2. Katy Perry
3. Shakira
4. Taylor Swift
5. Scarlett Johansson
6. Emma Stone
7. Charlize Theron
8. Emma Stone
9. Natalie Portman
10. Melissa McCarthy
Miley Cyrus has gone from 20 on this list to 80 for some reason.

Male

1. Chris Pratt
2. Leonardo diCaprio
3. Chris Evans
4. RDJ
5. Channing Tatum
6. Hugh Jackman
7. Bradley Cooper
8. Daniel Radcliffe
9. Shia leBoeuf
10. Mark Ruffalo
Johnny Depp has entirely fallen off the list recently.

I might do this every year at this time, to chart the rise and fall of celebs in the desires of my clients. I would like to see a few Person of Interest fans turn up, to see if they would enjoy a visit from a tulpa John Reese or tulpa Root or Shaw some time.

     

Affected, Part 10 - Caress

Cassie:-

They are on me the minute I lead them into the bedroom; it's like Shia and Christina can't get enough of me. Pretty soon he is kissing and nibbling at my neck and throat, and damn, it feels so good to feel those lips on me there. Then Christina's warm lips are pressing on mine. Her lipstick tastes like honey and whisky, her tongue is touching my lips and teeth and I feel her warm fingers in my hair.

It doesn't take long before I feel them undressing me. My dressing gown slides off as their hands reach underneath the cool fabric to caress my exposed skin. I'm wearing nothing underneath. Shia tweaks my nipples, caressing the skin under my breasts and my solar plexus. Christina gives me a wicked look and kisses my belly, little kisses and licks all the way down.

I look at their faces. They are just as turned on as I am.

For a moment, Christina pauses with her mouth just over my clitoris. She looks at me, closes her eyes and begins to lap at my clit with her tongue. I clench my fist, gripping the bedsheets, and let out out a low moan. Oh, fuck, she's good. I've not felt such pleasure since Sonia Williams went down on me in her room, the day after my sixteenth.

'Oh, fuck.' I part my labia so she can slip her fingers in. 'Please, Christina. Yes, please. Lick me there. There.'

Fingers penetrate me. My walls of flesh guide her digits in. I moan as I realise that Christina Hendricks is sucking my clit and fingering me.

There is a tingling, hot, wet sweet pleasure from this contact that is coming on like pain, it's so intense. I just grind against her, feeling resistance. 'Oh, yes. Yes.'

Then her fingers hook inside me and stroke my G spot. Pleasure hits me like a fucking nova. 'Oh, yes, oh fuck -'

She holds me, now; she and Shia, his warm breath caressing the breasts he's kissing and nibbling. I see his straining penis, and I want to feel him inside me - but he's not the one I want in me first. I look at the guy. He's still here, watching us. How can he be so patient?

I grip Christina's silky hair with one hand, and point down there. 'I want you to come in here.' Christina flicks at my G spot; my whole body shudders.

Time to change places. I glance at Shia. 'Shia, take off.' My hand releases Christina's head. 'Christina, here.' She eagerly licks at my breasts. Shia twists my free nipple, and a jolt of pleasure and pain bring a squeak of delight and surprise from my throat.

The path is clear. I settle my hips and spread my legs a little wider for the guy, who is standing over me, cock in hand.

'Are you ready?'

I nod.

'Do I have your consent?'

Oh, for fuck's sake, what's he waiting for, a gilt-edged RSVP card in the fucking post? 'Yesss.'

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Affected, Part 9 - Phantasms

I watch as Cassie greets Phantom Christina Hendricks with air kisses, while touching Phantom Shia laBoeuf. A little self-hypnosis trigger I'd implanted in my own back brain allows me to see and hear and feel what I've programmed Cassie to sense.

The room becomes very crowded - Shia laBoeuf and Christina, and Cassie chatting with them and pawing away at Shia.

I haven't told them what to say to Cassie, so it looks as if the actors are carrying on half of a telepathic conversation; standing in silence while Cassie blurts out something at random, and giggling at Christina, her face growing redder each minute.

She looks at me. 'I'm sorry, but these are - I've always fancied these two people, and to bump into them both, I ...'

I see the expression on her face. Undisguised lust. 'Do you want to?' Cassie nods.

'With which one?'

She swallows, her blush deepening. 'Both.'

I glance back at the bedroom. 'Want to?'

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In the bedroom, I begin removing my clothes and leaving them on the chair by the vanity. I suggest to Cassie that Shia has begun kissing her neck and shoulders as Christina plants full, deep kisses on her lips, running her fingers through her hair. As she sits, Cassie arches her chest forwards, throwing back her head to expose her neck and shoulders, her lips working against Christina's kisses. Still affected by my self-hypnotic trigger, I see what she sees; hear what she hears, as her phantom paramours begin to gasp and moan with increasing arousal to match hers.

'You have to remove your own clothes,' I murmur, 'but to you, you are being undressed by Shia and Christina. They are licking your exposed skin, kissing and caressing your naked body with their tongues and fingertips.'

Cassie's breathing deepens, becomes shuddery. She peels off her dressing gown, revealing that she is naked underneath. Her back begins to arch. At the top of her breath, I wait. She releases her breath with a moan.

'Oh, fuck,' she whispers, looking down and parting her labia with her fingers. 'Please, Christina. Yes, please. Lick me there. There. Oh, yes. Yes. Oh, yes, oh fuck -'

She looks at me as if seeing me for the first time. 'I want you to come in here,' she moans, glancing off to one side. 'Shia, take off.' She reaches with her free hand, gripping Christina's hair firmly. I can see that she is gripping thin air; but I could see how she is gripping her hair in her hand. Her hand unclenches. 'Christina, here,' she says, gently proffering one of her breasts. A moment later, Cassie gives a squeak of pleasure. I think somebody is nibbling at her nipple.

The path is clear for me. Moving in, pushing firm yet phantasmal flesh aside, I stand over Cassie.

'Are you ready?'

Cassie nods.

'Do I have your consent?'

'Yesss,' she breathes.

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Affected, Part 8 - Visitors

Cassie:

I know this thing about the guy next door. He can really kiss.

I enjoy snuggling with him, just tasting the wine and the chocolates we'd been eating. Sharing his body warmth. Then he gets up and says something weird.

'Hey, I'd like to show you something.'

I wonder if that is his shorthand for 'I want you to give me a blow job' for a moment, but then I rise to the bait. 'Go ahead.'

He says something, but I can't make out what he says. I am about to ask him to repeat what he says, when I hear the door open. I can't remember leaving the front door open, because there's another man in the room. Jeans, sneakers, black T shirt.

I look at the man's face.

'Wait a minute.'

'What?'

I recognise him. 'It's ... it's Shia laBoeuf.'

I can't believe this. Shia laBoeuf, the man himself, standing right in front of me.

I get up and approach him. He says 'Hi.' I say 'Hi' back. I glance at the guy, who's watching me. 'You never told me you know this guy.'

'I have a few people on speed dial.'

I hesitate a little. Shia looks concerned. 'What?'

I extend a hand. 'May I?' He nods. I touch his shoulder, and then his chest.

Oh my God, I'm touching Shia laBoeuf!

The guy says something else. I don't hear what he says. 'Can you speak more loudly?' I ask. But then the door opens, and someone else comes into the room.

'It can't be.'

Someone else is coming into the room through the door. It's Christina Hendricks.

My jaw hits the floor. I always fancied her.

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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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Seduced By The Obamas

Since I no longer have this particular subject on my active list, I guess she won't mind me recounting this anecdote.

A recent client of mine received some strange visitors to her home. I tranced her and gave her instructions to prime her; then once I restored her conscious mind, I asked her to check out her kitchen.

She saw President Barack Obama and his wife Michelle, sitting in the kitchen. They were wearing bathrobes. As she approached them, they stood up and removed their bathrobes - they were both stark naked underneath.

I gave her these thought forms, pretty much to do with as she pleased. She chose to be pleasured by "Michelle" while "President Obama" sat and watched. Michelle was, to the client, absolutely real.

I got feedback from my client afterwards. Skin texture, warmth, scent, the voice, the touch ... it could not have been more real.

Continuing to experiment with what I can and cannot do with this, but ... well, my experiments with hypnosis just opened up a whole new field of experience altogether.

X-posted from my blog at the Luciferian Research Society site.

What My Tulpas Are Like ...

The closest I can describe what I can do is this.

If you ever see the scene in X-Men: First Class where the mutant Emma Frost visits the Russian General as his dacha ... what Emma Frost did with the General? I can do that too.

Totally. For real. :D

Mutant. And proud.

At least, when I watch the film, I can look at the scene and think "I can do that trick." I can also happily attest that it doesn't need a powerful mutant gift for telepathy. It's a mundane trick that anybody can learn - but few people do.

Celebrity Seduction?

Some recent successes with trance work have given me confidence in something that I would really like to try out for myself.

Some time back, I posted here about celebrities one might be interested in having sexual intimacy with; and of course here, I commented briefly on what would be the perfect endorsement of my blog, namely that a major celebrity should find this blog, try out one of the pages and become a thoroughly entranced client, subject to my cruel, capricious Svengali whims.

What would you do if, as a client, you wanted to go to bed with - say - Seven of Nine (Jeri Ryan) from Star Trek: Voyager, Hoshi Sato (Linda Park) or T'Pol (Jolene Blalock) from Star Trek: Enterprise, Vala (Claudia Black) from Stargate SG-1, Amy Pond (Karen Gillan) from Doctor Who, Emma Frost (January Jones) from X-Men: First Class, Mystique (Rebecca Romijn) from the original X-Men series, or Irene Adler (Lara Pulver) from the BBC's Sherlock?

How about Cameron Mitchell (Ben Browder)from Stargate SG-1, Loki (Tom Hiddleston) from Thor and The Avengers, young Magneto (Michael Fassbender) and young Professor X from X-Men: First Class, Mitchell from Being Human or Benedict Cumberbatch or Martin Freeman from Sherlock?

In recent trance sessions, my clients have been seduced most pleasantly by projections of figures such as anime characters brought to life, their own animae, sports personalities they fancied, their own next door neighbours, my next door neighbours, Lady Gaga, Morgan Freeman, Annie from Being Human, Merlin (Colin Morgan) from the BBC's Merlin, Michelle Obama - and even cameo appearances by Joanna Cassidy and the President of the United States, naked.

I think that this must be a fun and interesting avenue to pursue. Contact me and let me trance you and test your ability to enjoy encounters with the people of your dreams.

I really need to go professional with this.