Tuesday, 23 December 2008

Drawing: Hypno PC!

A friend asked me to draw a main image for his site. (No prizes for guessing what kind of content will be on it)

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Monday, 22 December 2008

A Show Like You've Never Seen

Lex and I went to see Elton John at his Red Piano Tour on Saturday (20th). I'd bought him the tickets back in January, and had managed to keep my mouth shut about them for a good 10 months. Mid-November, I'd started to get a little panicky since they still hadn't arrived and I'd never been to a gig before, so wasn't sure whether they should have been here by now. Considering I'd paid the money for them, and was planning to give them to him on his birthday, I wanted the damn emotional kudos for getting it! So I ended up telling him about the gift - and the tickets turned up two weeks later....

Damn sod's law.

We went down to the MEN Arena on Saturday night and took our seats about 10 mins before the opening act came on. It was a band that I'll never remember the name of now, and I didn't really rate them. The lead singer sounded a little like Adam Levine (the lead from Maroon 5) and although he *could* sing, it just wasn't memorable. I think everyone there just wanted Elton, and not the 'look who I'm touring with' act beforehand.

Half of the audience were pissed out of their trees before the show even started, and there were three people in the row below us that were serenading each other throughout the show - and spilling drinks on anyone near them. It got annoying as they decided to stand and show their appreciation; this of course blocked the view for everyone behind them. British etiquette dictated that we couldn't say anything to them, so we didn't, and they eventually sat down.

After a scenery change on stage, Elton appeared from the sidelines, and the crowd went nuts. Everyone was out of their seats, clapping and cheering. I started to stand, before I felt something. My pussy began to throb as I could feel some light playing happening downstairs; I was getting a little aroused all of a sudden. I turned to Lex to ask what the Heck was happening - and promptly forgot about the whole thing.

It was so strange; before and after a song was played, the feeling returned. The more frantic the audience got, the stronger it felt. It was (embarrassingly) wonderful, being touched in all the right places. I think everyone around was too interested in the concert to notice (at least, I hoped they were!). Every time I came to question Lex about it though, I just couldn't remember what I was going to ask him....Strange eh?

Towards the end of the show, a popular song came on, and the crowd went nuts. I couldn't hold it any longer and (with permission from Lex) I came, right there in the middle of the arena. The best part? Not a single person noticed. It was more of that secret public play I'm beginning to love, and whilst it *was* distracting, it was incredibly fun. I didn't get to clap and cheer on Mr. John as much as I'd have liked to, but it was certainly a gig I'm not going to forget in a hurry!

As a side-note, I'm a sickeningly romantic type of girl. Having the stereoptyical movie-esque love scenes makes me melt. Lex knows this, and whilst he's obviously too manly for that kind of thing (*chuckles to self*) he decided he'd put a special trigger in for me during the show.

Elton was singing away to 'I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues', and I felt Lex lean against me. He sang the chorus into my ear, and suddenly, my vision changed. The thousands of other people around us disappeared, and it was just him, me, and Elton. Elton was less than 10 feet away, singing just for the two of us. I know they say when you're in love that kind of thing happens, everyone around you disappears as you two are the only people in the world. But the difference was, this *actually* happened. Elton sang for me, and I'll never forget it. It was so romantic I almost cried.

Alright, I'm a sap. But I love that kind of thing. So nyer ;)

I love you, Lex - and thank you for making my night special.

[Cue the 'Ahhhhh's]

Thursday, 18 December 2008

Animated Spiral

I spent a little time last weekend animating the spiral that I created for my Entrancement website.

I think it came out looking pretty good. I'm half tempted to stick it up the top of the page as the blog portrait... not sure if that'd get old / distracting though ;)

Let me know what people think.

Thursday, 11 December 2008

A Change of Behaviour?

I'd tried to respond to the comments given to my last post, but found that it was going to be the longest comment ever, so I decided to just make it into a post.

First things first, it made me smile to read K.S's comment that his S.O noticed a change in the way I am writing now, compared to my earlier posts. I was wondering if it would be noticable or not =P It doesn't surprise me one bit that it was a woman that noticed it, women *are* the more perceptive sex afterall.

I don't know, I guess I *have* changed, due to a number of things really. Natural progression has to account for a large part of it; when I began this blog, I had only recently discovered the wonders of hypnosis, and had very little idea of what it could do. Lex and I decided to begin HypnoFantastico simply so that we could look back in years to come and smile; it just so happened it introduced us to a number of very good friends equally as filthy-minded =P

When Lex and I first began talking online, I almost fell off my seat when I looked in the mirror and saw that he'd given me his beard! I could really see it, the little ginger goatee (the beard, not Lex =P) was right there! To this day, it was one of the most profound hallucinations I've ever had under hypnosis. But now, I've grown old and cynical it seems, and the moment something seems out of place, the first person I turn to is Lex. There's been several occasions where I've accused him of things he's not had a hand in - which can get rather embarrassing when it concerns my sudden arousal (which I then find is entirely my own creation...)

But as I've gotten more familiar with the subject of hypnosis (and of course, being a hypnosis subject - see what I did there?) I've grown more adventurous. I'm a woman who needs constant mental stimulation, I need a challenge, in one form or another. Once I familiarise myself with something, I'll look for something else, or look to increase the difficulty of the current task. It's been the same with hypnosis. The things I was so fascinated with as the doors to the hypnoworld opened before me became commonplace as the months went by, and so I'd look for different things I could explore. This has led me to many areas (and countless dirty daydreams); including RPing with hypnosis, the works of John Norman, and some light bondage.

It's this progression that's also changed my attitude to hypnosis, which K.S's S.O has noticed. I don't know if it's whether (heaven forbid) I'm growing up, or whether I've simply gone more sub...

Sorry, had to take a moment to laugh myself silly.

No, the good ol' brat is still here everyone, you've nothing to fear on that score. It's just my days of trancing others have taken a break for a while. Both you and I know that I like being the subject (I wrote 'sub'.... and then decided to correct that =P), no matter how much I brat. I wouldn't have entered into a hypno d/s relationship if I didn't, and I think that's what's clicked in my mind lately. I've just accepted it, and dropped the necessity of bratting all the time. That doesn't mean, of course, I've stopped bratting for good.

I'm waaaay too accomplished to simply hang up my hat, no matter how much I may happen to enjoy hypnosis...

Sunday, 7 December 2008

From *My* Eyes...

Well, what can I say? Two posts that definately make me flush, and I can't even remember all of it in detail! I'll try my best to paint the picture from my point of view though...

Brainwashing Joy

For a while now my naughty little interests have been getting more and more intense. A year or so ago and I would have gasped at the thought of half of the things I've been daydreaming about, but I guess people progress and develop. I've just gone down the one-way street to Corruptsville =P

One of these naughty little thoughts of mine has been to do with restrictive bondage and brainwashing. I like a bit of bondage, when it's things like tying me to the corners of the bed, as opposed to the more decorative "Lets see if we can make her look like a hogroast". Restricting movement, rather than boy scouts practising their knots upon a woman's breasts. So the image I'd had in mind was being tied down to the computer chair; arms and legs bound so that I couldn't move, and even gagged. I'd be forced to sit and stare at the computer screen, spirals entering into every part of my weakened mind, as someone whispers in my ear. Slowly being brainwashed, and (literally) being unable to do a thing about it. Mmm, I love flashbacks to things like these ;)

So, that's just what I woke up to one night when I was with Lex. He'd tied my arms behind the chair, and my feet around the central post. I had a blindfold on originally, and demanded to know what the Hell he was upto. He removed the blindfold and the screen was full of moving spirals. I was instantly drawn to them, as he began to whisper to me. Circling around behind my neck, kissing here and there...

It's funny really, but I don't exactly remember what he was saying to me....Strange, eh? =P

A lot of people have asked me if I'm surprised or shocked that Pet has a trigger now, and to be honest, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. On the one hand, she's my subconscious, so having her around to look after me in my trances is good. But on the other, this is Lex, so of course I trust him. So must Pet, since she's the one that's let go. I don't know, I don't like to think much about my other personalities though, it starts delving into the realms of schitzophrenia, and I don't think I want to go there =P

The whole thing was incredibly hot though, and if the scene played out how I fantasised, which I believe it did, then I'm a very happy woman indeed!

Fun In London

Another one of my naughty thoughts has been about being triggered in public, but still maintaining the secrecy of what we're actually doing. The kind of 'if they only knew' approach to the world. I like thinking I've this naughty little secret that is happening right under the noses of everyone around me.

That was the push behind the fun we had in London. Lex has told you most of it, which is good, since I wasn't 'aware' for most of it lol. But yes, it was definately fun walking through the crowds of people, with my arm held behind my back. A kind of mental reminder of status, I guess =P Yet to the outside world, we were just a couple pushing our way through the busy crowds in London, trying to maintain some contact with each other so as not to get lost. Delicious!

The Tube rides were definately the most amusing part of the whole trip. The fact that everyone decides to chance it and push themselves on, even when there's barely any breathing room in the carriage. We had one guy who saw that the tube was full, yet still pushed onto the end, to which everyone near collectively thought "He's never going to fit in there! The door will have his head off!" And this wasn't a small guy, over 6ft, he pressed his back against the closing doors, and tilted his head to squeeze onto the stop. It surprised the Heck out of everyone wishing he'd have just got the next one. That same tube ride, I had two old women standing beside me, and the extent of the crowding in the carriage was that one of the two old women was effectively sat on my knee! And as the tube sails down the tracks and rocks the carriages, having the old woman rubbing up against my thigh was certainly a very surreal experience indeed.

How many other people can say they went on a Tube ride and had a woman in (at least) her 60's grind up against their lap? Anyway, sorry for the digression there =P

We'd crammed into the carriage and I was stood up with Lex, in very close proximity (which of course, I didn't mind one bit =P). I looked around, trying to kill time before the tube set off when I heard the doors open. I was confused for a moment, wondering what the Heck the delay was. We couldn't possibly fit any more people onto this tube! Then crowds started getting off, and I really began to wonder, until the voice rang through the speakers, announcing the next stop.

I looked across at Lex, and his mischevious grin told me he'd been playing. I started to object, telling him (in my polite way, of course) to button it. The doors closed...and then opened again. My natural thought of a delay had been supressed by the last instance, and I flashed a glare across at Lex again.

"What? It's making the journey go faster, isn't it?" He grinned.

That was true, but still, it was very unusual. And it's not like the stops were hours apart from each other. I can't even begin to imagine what the chap standing next to us thought of my blank expression as we set off again.

Monday, 1 December 2008

Private play in public places

For a while I'd been intending to take Liz to see a musical in London. It was a toss up between Mama Mia! and Wicked. Mama Mia! I'd caught on DVD a couple of weeks previously. (A bloke down the pub had given me a disc full of games and movies, one of which happened to be Mama Mia. When I asked him if I *looked* like a guy that'd enjoy watching an Abba musical, he simply said "Well you've got a girlfriend haven't you?" The guy had a point.)

Anyway, that made my mind up for me, we'd go and see Wicked. For those of you that haven't heard of it (Blokes then) it's a side story that gives an alternate take on The Wizard of Oz from the Wicked Witch's point of view. (Who according to Wicked, was actually the heroine in Oz, and was only cruel to Dorothy because the little brat had nicked off with her dead sister's shoes.) The book Wicked also has a few interesting "MC-Stories"esque moments with people having spells cast on them that make them unable to move / speak about certain subjects... though sadly those moments didn't make it into the final musical.

I'm not really one for planning events months in advance, so when I checked online to see if there were any available tickets to see it in the next couple of weeks -and there were- I snapped us up a couple for the next weekend.

I won't bore you with the travel details, if I mention that Birmingham is a pain in the arse to be within 100 miles of... and that London should fix its smegging trains... and it's taxi drivers should NOT be charging you 20p (30 cents) for 10 seconds of their time, that's probably enough info to paint a pretty familiar picture for most people.

Anyway, we got into London on the Friday night, and had all Saturday to hang around for before the show in the evening. We decided to take a trip to Oxford Street to do some shopping. I had a look through a few bookshops, Liz persuaded me to buy her a new coat. I got her to try on a few hats in one stall... some of which made her look pretty cool, some made her look absolutely adorable... in an animé schoolgirlesque kinda way, we nipped into Anne Summers to buy ourselves a bondage kit and ask directions to any nice cafés... and we completely avoided entering any of the 300,000 McDonalds's or 400,000 Starbucks stores spattered around the city like a rash. (Oh, except to use one store as a "McCall-of-Nature" ;o)

I'd been reading the remotecontrolpuppet blog here, where puppet mentions that his Mistress had him spend some time mindless whilst out in public, and I know that Liz is *very* into the idea of being triggered and toyed with publicly. From time to time I'll trigger or trance her in front of models that we work with, which I know she quite likes... she also enjoys the idea of being a mindless maid at a private party, serving drinks, flashing whoever asks to see her butt... or just standing around as a mannequin that people can admire, or pose... or hang their hats and coats on. You get the picture.

Public play does give her a little thrill, though I'm not sure how keen she'd be for me to *really* put her on hypnotic display whilst out in public. (Not that I haven't thought about it... the idea of leaving her posed in the middle of a park as a living statue with a sign saying "Please Pose Me" while I admire and watch the reactions of passers by from a nearby bench *does* have a certain appeal....) :oD

Anyway, I wasn't *quite* ready (and it wasn't really warm enough) to start showing Liz off like that, so I settled on a couple of subtler forms of hypnotic play. At one point as she was leading me through the crowd I thought to myself "This doesn't look right... her leading me!" so I held her hand up behind her back and said "Bound" quite loudly and clearly. (In a crowd in london, who's going to pay you any attention?) She slowed for a second, realising what I'd done, a big embarrassed smile coming to her face. Her arm hooked up behind her, comfortably... but firmly, and now totally fixed in place. Like it had been cuffed, or she'd been put in an armlock. Like she was an escaping shoplifter and I was making a citizens arrest. (Actually our Anne Summers bondage kit *had* set off a store alarm a few minutes earlier, but after showing the security guard our receipt - and our red faces - we'd continued on our way without any difficulty)

I led Liz in front of me through the streets for a good few minutes, I think we were both enjoying the fact that on one hand, it could absolutely look like she was my prisoner, and I was watching her carefully, while keeping her vulnerable, and on the other hand, we could have just been any other couple, trying to shoulder their way through Saturday's crowd of afternoon shoppers. At one point as we stopped to cross the road, Liz pressed in close and to my surprise began to grind herself against my leg. Again, no-one noticed... it makes you wonder what other kind of couples could be out there, making the most of the anonymity of a crowd of people with their attention focused elsewhere...

The tube journey presented another oppurtunity for fun and hypnotic games. It was pretty full as we made our way back to our hotel, so we were standing holding the handles on the ceiling to keep balance. As we pulled out of one station, I leant in close and whispered "Freeze" in Liz's ear. Her expression fixed on her face, and whole 3 minutes of the journey to the next station was spent with her gazing at a spot that I'd since moved out of. As we pulled into the next station, I leant in and whispered "Move" and enjoyed Liz's reaction. She'd been aware of nothing while she was frozen, it was as though we'd instantly left one station and arrived at the next. She didn't consciously recall anything, but she could put two and two together well enough to know I'd been playing.

"Having fun dear?" She asked dryly. "What!?" Came my defence. "It makes the journey pass quicker doesn't it?" She tutted, but couldn't keep the smile from her face, and as we pulled out of that station, I froze her again. This time round, I noticed a guy sat in one of the seats looking our way, Liz still smiling her half smile, eyes unfocused, physically unmoving.... for minutes at a time. "Maybe we're not being subtle enough" I thought to myself, so leaned in and blanked Liz's mind. Her face relaxed and her muscles slackened, her posture smoothed out as she stood to attention. "Act natural" I told her. "Yes Sir" came her calm reply, as she adopted a more natural expression and stance. I looked around the carriage to check on peoples reactions, and everyone was involved in whatever book or newspaper they were reading.

On reaching the final stop (It took us either 15 or 2 minutes, depending on whether you're me or Liz) we hopped off the train and headed back to the hotel.

I wonder if the bloke that we left behind on the train had any idea what exactly the couple he'd watched for a few moments were really up to.