Straight away I know that in choosing the title of this post, I’m dividing everyone reading this squarely into “Old Codger” and “Whippersnapper” camps, (Myself and Liz most definitely included.) Not only am I old and boring enough to have seen the film “2001: A Space Odyssey”, I’m old and boring enough to have seen it back when the year 2001 still seemed to be far far away in the future. (Saying that, I was probably about 15 at the time, and at that age, preparing for anything beyond the coming weekend would be pushing the limits of postulation.)
Anyway, for all those that haven’t seen it... (I don’t care if there are spoilers, the film’s 43 years old!)
In short: Scientists discover a mysterious monolith on the moon. It’s not man made, and appears to have been buried there millenia ago by some kind of alien race. Attempts to decipher it’s purpose are fruitless, but it does produce a very strong radio signal aimed at one of the moons of Jupiter...
18 months later, the ship Discovery One and five scientists are on their way to Jupiter to investigate further. The ship’s onboard computer is an artificial intelligence called HAL 9000, who whilst seemingly benign, begins to display sinister and erratic behaviour as the mission goes on.
The astronauts grow paranoid, and two of them shutting themselves in an airlock for privacy from HAL’s cameras plan to shut the computer down. Little do they realise, HAL’s aware of their conversation. (As the wiley computer, looking through a porthole in the airlock had taught itself to lip read!)
The situation deteriorates, and HAL orchestrates events so that one Astronaut performing a spacewalk has his oxygen supply cut, the three astronauts in stasis have their life support shut down, and the final astronaut left alive (David Bowman) is trapped outside the ship with a limited air supply. Bowman manages to force an airlock open and work his way back inside the now airless ship with the intention of removing HAL’s memory core, (in essence disconnecting HAL from his memories and knowledge, thereby reverting him to a harmless and childlike state.)
Here’s where the mind control comes in. (I’m sure those who’ve seen the film will have seen this part coming...)
As Bowman goes through HAL’s memory core, HAL does his best to persuade him to stop with his current plan of action, first trying to reassure him that he’s “back to normal” then claiming that the mission will be endangered if HAL becomes compromised, then finally pleading with Bowman and apologising as his memory chips are removed.
HAL’s still talking as his chips are disconnected one by one from his motherboard. As this happens, his level of language decreases from that of a rational scientist, to that of a child, finally culminating with him introducing himself, and reciting the lyrics to “Daisy Daisy”, one of the first things he was ever taught.
Just before this point, HAL is narrating what he feels happening to his “mind” as Dave removes his memory chips. Here we have the immortal line: “Dave... My mind is going... I can feel it... I can feel it... My mind is going...”
Now... from the perspective of the computer in the movie, this is a pretty tense and tragic scene: The Rogue AI discovering that not only is it fallible, but that it’s mistake and it’s misjudgement are going to lead to it’s memories being erased...
The line “My mind is going... I can feel it” though... Well that pushes one or two of my hypnotic buttons. If they’d stuck with the original plan for the ship’s computer (which was to have a female voiced AI named “Athena” play the part) then I’m not sure if I’d have been too distracted by the sexy to appreciate the underlying tragedy of the scene. In fact after last night’s play session with Liz, I’m pretty certain it’d be the last thing on my mind.
Now... I’m one of those people that can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. If I’m bored on a long journey, all I need is 2 minutes to get comfortable, and I can be catching the sleepytrain to snoozetown before you can get bored enough to say “Hey, let’s play Eye Spy” … this is possibly an Eye Spy avoidance tactic as I find the game completely tedious.
Liz on the other hand, can take an hour to fall asleep. First she has to be warm. (A Liz level of warmth usually involves her being clamped onto something she deems sufficiently toasty: A hot water bottle... me... a small thermonuclear reactor, whichever is easiest to come by.) Then she needs enough time to stop her head going through all the thoughts, worries and stresses of the day. Oh, and she needs to be properly tired, which is harder than you might think, considering the company she keeps whilst she’s at uni. If we examine her housemates: One appears to forgo sleep entirely... One tried that, fell short, and has since become completely nocturnal... One feels that 3am is the perfect time to have a good long girly gossip... and one is invisible. (Not that her invisibility prevents Liz from sleeping, but there’s got to be an exception to every rule, right? ;o)
Sex is also a good way to get her to drop off. After a nice orgasm, there’s not much you can do to persuade Liz to stay awake, let alone get out of bed, as a good session will increase Liz’s innate levels of laziness to superhuman proportions. Saying that... (and I hope i’m not shattering any illusions here) plenty of nights will end up with us gaming till we’re tired enough to drop off, or snuggling in bed watching a DVD, as opposed to rutting in animalistic throes of passion. ;) Don’t get me wrong, we do that too, it’s just being gamers we tend to scratch those particular itches first.
This probably explains one of the reasons why Liz is such a fan of hypnosis. We’ve gotten in the habit of rounding our nights off with either a few minutes of trance if we’re together, or a goodnight phonecall if we’re not, (though again, it’ll usually end with some form of hypnosis to help Liz nod off.) Rather than relying on the same set script each time to help Liz nod off, I will try to vary it from time to time. I might have her think that she’s gazing into the eyes of kaa the snake (a particular kink of hers) that she’s being taken advantage of by a devious hypnotist in a stage show... or perhaps give her the dream that she’s been kidnapped by a mad scientist, who’s drugged her, taken her to his lab, strapped her up in a chair, and is now programming and manipulating her mind through a cocktail of drugs, a torrent of hypnotic imagery on the screens surrounding her, and a sneaky set of subliminal signals being whispered in her ear.
Last night we were both feeling fairly chatty. We knew we had to get to bed, as I had work in the morning, but neither of us were particularly tired, having had the weekend off, during which time we’d managed to mess our sleeping patterns up. We were lying in bed, Liz was chatting away, and I was enjoying the conversation, but aware of the fact that pretty soon I’d be nodding off, and she’d find herself wide awake, while I snored on, oblivious. I was wondering to myself how I could get her to start calming down herself when that line from 2001 came to me...
“Liz, sleep” I said, placing my hand to her temples, covering her eyes and rocking her head downwards. She melted effortlessly into trance, and began to breathe deeper as she dropped deeper for me.
“Now Liz... on waking up, you’ll find yourself saying “My Mind is Going” every 10 seconds. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir” came her sleepy response.
“Each and every time you say “My Mind is Going”, you’re going to feel your mind melting away.”
“Once your mind’s entirely gone, you’ll say “My Mind is Gone” do you understand?”
“Now... wake on 3 feeling wonderful, and carry on chatting for me. 1...2...3... Awake again, feeling good.”
“Mmmm” She murmured, as movement returned to her body, then there was that “huh” moment as her body tensed at the realisation that something had changed, she rolled over to face me in bed and asked “Did you zap me?”
“Maybe a little bit....” I said, teasingly.
“What did you do to me?” she asked, a curious grin on her face.
“Not much... it’s just... you know... it’s bed time, and I need a way to get you to relax”
“What did you dooooo!?” she asked, with mock petulence.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll realise soon enough” I said, once again, playing the deviant.
“Hey! Just because you waMy Mind is Going.... uhm.... because you...”
“Because I what darling?”
“Oh uhm... I’m not sure... I lost my train of thought.”
“Now why could that be?” I mused.
“I think you know damn well why that could be” she smiled, snuggling into me. “My boy is mischievous!”
“Only because I want to go to sleep, and know that if I don’t do something, you’ll just lie there with your mind racing around in circles for the next 2 hours”
“My mind’s just fine thank you verMy Mind is Going... Mmmm”
“It’s just fine?”
“Mmmmm, fine...? wha’s fine...?”
“Your mind, you were telling me how it’s fine.”
“Ohm.... yeah... my mind is... is...”
“Going? Wha? My mind’s.... My Mind is Going...”
This carried on for a little while, Liz trying her best to make conversation, the brat in her trying to resist the suggestion and stay awake, whilst I was thinking what a good idea it was that I’d had, and how nice it’d be to quickly and easily get to sleep... or I *would* have been thinking that, if hearing Liz mindlessly intoning “My Mind Is Going” every 10 seconds didn’t have me feeling quite distracted and hot...
Pretty soon she stopped trying to talk entirely, and her speech became a whisper as she murmured “My mind is gone” I enjoyed the sight of her for a few moments moment, lying there nude and thoughtless, impassive, vulnerable, gazing into nothing... at this point I decided to check on how her subconscious was doing.
“You in there Pet?” I asked,
“Always” came Pet’s voice, sounding much more awake and composed than Liz had last sounded.
“How’s Liz doing?”
“Right now? She’s very mindless, quite sleepy, and more than a little horny...” at this point I realised I was pressing into her in more ways than one... “Looks like she’s not the only one.” she said, demurely, and I could picture her cocking an eyebrow in the dark.
“How about you then, Pet. You’re not a lil bit sleepy and horny yourself...?”
“Hmmm, well if Liz is horny then I’m horny... and if you’re horny...” she slid one hand down over me. “Which it certainly seems like you are... then it’d be a shame not to put that to good use.”
“Hey Pet... Wonderland”
(Aside: At this point I should mention that “Wonderland” is a trigger installed by our friend Rich, the last time we had ourselves a public hypno meet, Liz had asked him in advance to create the deepest most powerful trance possible for her, and to install a nice powerful trigger to return to that state once he’d done it. When I’d gone to the pub to meet and greet with Jay and Elle from http://hypnorotica.blogspot.com and some other people, I’d left Liz in Rich’s capable hands to live out the fantasy of being a captured elven princess, and to put her in the deepest trance possible. Liz is meant to be blogging about this sometime. Feel free to encourage her.)
The wonderland trigger is very powerful, and Pet melted right away into trance just as her conscious mind had done earlier. From experience I know that whilst Liz loves exploring hypnotic fantasies and the idea of being captured and brainwashed, the drives and desires of her subconscious mind are much more basic. Pet will jump through hypnotic hoops if I ask her to... but not because she gets the same kind of pleasure from it that Liz does. Pet would much rather indulge in simpler sexual pursuits.
“Nice and deep now Pet?” I asked, placing my hand over hers. In response, her first finger tapped once, the signal for “Yes” The Wonderland trance is so deep that whilst in it, that’s the limit of energy and control that Liz is able to summon. A finger tap for yes, a toe tap for no.
“Very good. Now... on waking, you’re going to find yourself saying “I am a mindless fuckdoll” once every 10 seconds. Do you understand?” I waited, again came the tap of the finger. “Yes”
“Good Girl. As a fuckdoll, you’ll be totally focused on pleasure, fucking, and being as aroused and excited as possible. You won’t need any kind of thoughts for anything else. Isnt’ that right?” one more tap. “Yes”
“Very good girl. Now, wake on 3 pet, Liz, you remain nice and mindless. 1... 2... 3...”
“I’m a mindless fuckdoll?” asked Pet, amused by the phrase. Unlike Liz, she tends to remember her trances.
“Not yet perhaps... but soon my pet. Mwahahaha” I half cackled.
“Heh well... whatever makes you happy” she said, not quite rolling her eyes at me.
“And what’s wrong with that? I like toying with your mind, and you like nothing better than fucking like a wild thing ;o)”
“There... uhm... there might be a *small* grain of truth in that” she said... or began to say, as her first “I am a mindless fuckdoll” hit her at the point where she was trying to say “truth”
“Oh...” she said with a little moan.
“What’s the matter pet?”
“Nothing... I just feel like um...”
“Like you want to lie back and pose like some kinda sex doll?”
“Not at all I was just... was just... feeling a little distracted for a moment”
“Distracted?” I asked innocently... noticing that she was already beginning to spread her legs a little.
“Yes... disI am a Mindless Fuckdoll mmmmmmm”
“And what’s wrong with that, right? What do Mindless Fuckdolls get to do?”
“Ohhhhhhhh” moaned Pet, her hands snaking their way downwards. “They get to f... to f....”
“To fuck?” I asked playfully, really rather excited by this point.
“Yessss” she gasped “Ohhh I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck you!?” I exclaimed breathlessly. “But that’s naughty. Why would I do that?”
Right on cue: “I am a Mindless Fuckdoll”
I could see that the thought that she was a fuckdoll was taking over. Her legs were now spread much wider, her back was arched, her eyes were losing their focus.
“Well if you’re a mindless fuckdoll... you won’t mind me using you like one... will you?”
“God no... just fuck me, please fuck me”
I began to position myself, pretty damn hard... but I do like to tease, and watching the transition from coherent intelligent woman to aroused mindless sexual plaything is something that I definitely savour. A few moments more, and she’d said the phrase again. She made a couple of last futile attempts to make conversation, but pretty soon the only words coming from her mouth were “I am a Mindless Fuckdoll” and “Please Fuck Me”
Her voice was becoming girly, more doll-like, aroused, but emotionless.
“I am a Mindless Fuckdoll” she said, a nice innocent smile on her face.
Her hands were now working automatically, fingertips delving, playing and toying with herself as her glazed eyes gazed skywards.
“Very good girl sexdoll” I told her, and she lay back, arms and legs open, spread wide, back arched, awaiting fulfilment.
“I’m a Mindless Fuck Doll. Please fuck me.” she said politely.
I didn’t disappoint. ;o)