Tuesday, 11 November 2014

The Slave Auction & Hot Tub Hypnosis

Gotta say, I’m rather spoilt by my local fetish club. (Not that I’m complaining! :D) The guys n girls that run Townhouse do everything they can to indulge a wide range of deviant desires within the fetish community. I hope the following doesn't sound too much like an ad. Not everyone knows what goes on at fetish clubs though, so it makes sense to give a virtual tour… 

If you want to jump straight to my personal sexy bits, feel free skip ahead. :P 

Everyone else that wants to hear more about Townhouse? Read on!

So! What is Townhouse? Well it's a big old townhouse (surprise surprise) on the outskirts of the city that's been converted into a private members club for those with an alternate lifestyle. There’s a mix of rooms to suit all tastes and levels of exhibitionism:

Just looking to chat to fellow kinky folk whilst you share a drink? There’s a nice bar, a spacious downstairs lounge / playroom complete with stage and pole (for any burlesque performers, striptease artistes or pole-dancers out there.) 

Want to unwind after a long day? There’s a hot-tub n sauna. Although why the shower in that room needs five dials to control it is frankly beyond me. :P

Looking for something social but a little more kinky? There are a couple of larger playrooms upstairs featuring a range of beds, benches, swings, stirrups, suspension frames and a St Andrews Crosses (Don’t worry, it’s not as religious as it sounds… well… except perhaps on a religion themed night. :p)

Deeply devious and looking to explore some darker desires? You might like to head down to the cellar dungeon which has a number of cells a couple of cages and what (and I might be wrong here) my memory seems to be recalling as a rack. 

Just looking for some private play one-on-one with a special playmate? There are a couple of small rooms that just contain beds (and whatever / whoever else you feel like taking in there. ;)

There’s a regular mix of events that span the whole kinky spectrum, from life drawing classes and objectification nights to rope play workshops, medical fetish evenings, dollification days and big/little play sessions.

You couldn’t ask for a more friendly and welcoming crowd. Sure, people there looking to scratch their libidinous itches, but everyone I’ve met so far has been respectful of boundaries and comfort levels and want to have a fun time in a relaxed, safe and clean environment, so whether you’re a total newbie (which I am) or a single girl (which I’m not :P) you can probably count on having a damn good time. 

Anyway, last night I had no plans for my evening, (Other than editing videos which is *always* the plan, even if I don’t always get around to it.) I did have access to the car though, so when a T-Girl neighbour sent me a text asking if I was going to the club tonight and could I give her a lift back, I had enough curiosity to ask what the event was:

Her: Slave Auction!
Me: Ooh. That does sound rather tempting....
Her: Cool, can I have a lift back? X
Me: Wait! I haven’t decided if I’m going yet!
Her: Best fweind ever!

Aaaand that was all it took. I know. I’m a pushover. But several post-university years of being a social hermit has taught me that that’s not the way to make friends or have exciting new experiences, so I try to say “Yes” to most things these days. Also a slave auction is something I’ve never seen or partaken in, but always been very curious about. 

I sent Willow a text (she’s an alt-model ladyfriend: Picture a curvaciously corsetted gothic girly in rocker boots, sassy smile on her face and a head topped with ringlets of flame red hair and you’re on the right lines) to see if she fancied coming along, and she did, and I sent the organisers of the auction an email to work out if payments were to be made financially, or if there was some kind of kinky bartering system at work. (My opening bid could be a private hypnotherapy session, someone else might offer to pay with 300 feet of bondage rope, I’d raise by offering to design a logo or do a photo session, that kinda thing.) 

I also asked where the proceeds of the event would be going. Proceeds would be going to restocking the local food bank so as it was for charity I felt justified drawing out enough cash to ensure that if there happened to be a bidding war over the most appealing slavegirl on offer, I’d hopefully have the finances to win it.

Good thing too really. ;) 

We arrived at about 9 o’clock and began circulating. Willow and myself got mistaken for Master and slavegirl a couple of times, which is an occupational hazard when a) Your other halves aren’t quite as sociable as you are, and b) You make semi regular use of your friend as a hypnotic demo dolly. Willow can drop into a pretty deep hypnotic trance at the drop of a hat… or a snap of my fingers, so who could blame me for taking every opportunity to paint myself as an irresistable hypnotic wizzard. :P

Willow hadn’t had the best of weeks and was enjoying the opportunity to avoid thinking about work related stresses, so I’d given her the post-hypnotic-suggestion that any attempt to think about work or worries would simply make her feel relaxed and sexy instead. As mental blocks go, it’s quite a good one. 

Me: How’s work been this week? 

Willow (Huffing, rolling her eyes and looking visibly ticked off.): Ugh, don’t ask, my boss is such a prick. 

Me: How’s work been this week? 

Willow (Frowning momentarily before a beatific passes over her face): Mmmm really good I think? Wanna go in the hot tub!?

Great, right? ;)

Our T-Girl ladyfriend introduced us to a couple of her buddies we hadn’t met yet, including one rather lovely looking brunette lady stood beside the bar who was introduced by Aimee as: 

“This is Razzle. She’s a cyborg!” 

The mention of cyborgs had my ears pricking up. Ladies who can be remote controlled appeal to me on multiple levels. My inner geek gets to live in a science fiction dreamland. My inner perve gets to see himself switching a girl from catgirl mode to model mode to slut mode to her normal self and back again in the blink of an eye. Aaaaaand my inner couch potato loves the thought of pressing a button on a remote to get a girl to press a button on another remote to change the channel on the TV for me! :D

I said it was nice to meet her and shook her by the hand. Before I could say ask more about the cyborg comment, Aimee was leaning in mischievously and saying: 

“Look how quickly she spaces when you play with her hair!”

Aimee began running her fingers through Razzle’s hair, the girl very quickly very visibly began breathing deeper, her eyes unfocusing and her eyelids starting to flicker closed almost involuntarily. 

As a hypnotist, anyone who can go from having a conversation one moment to being in a profound state of relaxation or submission the next tends to make for a damn good subject and is a very attractive prospect as a potential play partner. On top of that, anyone who has sexual or sensual buttons that can be used to tease, train or tantalise is someone I’d definitely like to get to know better.

I think I asked for Razzle’s permission before giving her hair a stroke myself. (Sorry if I didn’t, Raz, I was just so excited!) As before, she went from keen eyed engagement to deep slow breaths and when I playfully grabbed a firm fistful of her hair, her legs actually buckled beneath her… 

Fortunately Seph, a mutual friend who’d been standing nearby had noticed Razzle being manipulated around by her hair and had preemptively stood himself behind her, his arms either side and as her legs buckled, he made sure to support and catch her. 

“Wow” was all I could say for a moment, silently thankful that I hadn’t just dropped this poor girl to the ground by her hair my very first time meeting her. I had to ask… 

“So… this slave auction… are you…”

“I’m slave number four.” she smiled airily. 

“And is there anyone specific you’re hoping is going to put an offer in?” I asked, glancing over at Seph, (who’d be annoyingly chiselled, good-looking and hunky if he wasn’t such a genuinely nice guy) and using my trying-so-hard-to-sound-innocent-that-it’s-abundantly-clear-there’s nothing-innocent-going-on-in-my-mind-at-all voice. 

“Mmm no, I don’t mind who buys me for the evening.”

“Right then!” I blustered, filing that thought away as innnnnnteresting. “I might put an offer in myself…. Byeeee!” 

I swept away grinning, Willow in tow, not wanting to spend too much time dogging Razzle before the auction. 

We met Mistress Chloe, who would be running the slave auction and though Willow ummed and ahhed a little, she eventually decided (without hypnotic coercian) to pop herself up for auction and see who’d be interested. 

As a slave for the evening, you’re allowed to state on your purchase order what kind of play you’d like to partake in, who you’d like to purchase you, and what (if any) your personal limits are. Limits should all be respected anyway, but it helps to know if your plaything for the evening really wants to explore anal play, or only wants to be purchased by a mistress, or has a bad back or something. 

10:30pm rolled around and we headed into the pole-dance lounge for the auction. 

Willow and Razzle sat themselves onstage along with a range of other slaves, and Mistress Chloe’s female assistant (dressed in a patterned tube top that made me think of her as “Jungle Girl” began tying the slaves together by their wrists. There were 10 slaves in total. A few guys of varying ages and levels of attractiveness, (and undress! One wasn’t wearing much besides rope, another had a cheeky “naked” apron on.) Willow and Razzle were the only two cis ladies  and there were a number of T-Girls.

Seph stepped up onstage behind the group holding a sheaf of papers. Looks like he’d be helping Mistress Chloe compere events. 

A hush fell about the room as Mistress Chloe greeted everyone ceremonially. The event was being billed as “Friends, Romans Countrymen” (as the Romans kept slaves) so as she greeted the assembled Masters and Mistresses, she invoked good fortune from gods like Bacchus (the god of wine and fertility) and… uh… Hempy the goddess of bondage… (Okay, I may have just made her up. I was paying more attention to the slaves. :P)

Miss Chloe explained that bidding would be in ass’s and that there were ten ass’s in a dinarius (the plural of which would be dinarii) though as no-one had any ancient roman coins handy, we’d be using british pounds as a substitute for dinarii. 

The slaves were run through their paces, they were given numbered slave positions and instructed to stand for inspection, to kneel down, to get on all fours, and to bow. As they bowed, Miss Chloe took the opportunity to flip up a few skirts, to pull down a few pants and grab a few buttocks to get a good feel for the merchandise. She also made use of Razzle as a rather attractive footstool at one point.

Slave one was a slightly older T-Girl, who was looking for anal play and bondage from her buyer. It took Mistress Chloe some persuasion to get anyone to bid, and the opening bid of one ass (10p) wasn’t raised for a good 30 seconds or so. When a higher bid finally did come, it was from the lady who’d already made the opening bid. Well I guess lot one wasn’t going for the absolute minimum possible price… 

No more bidders for slave one, she was untied, placed in a lion mask and made to road like a beast for Chloe’s amusement. She was then instructed to kneel before her new Mistress. 

Slave two was apparently fairly well known and liked, as Miss Chloe joked about how he was a return who brought his previous owner so much joy and pleasure, that they just had to sell him again so others could enjoy him. She had him stand and face the room before dropping his underwear all the way to the floor to reveal his goodies before saying:

“Well… at least things are nicely presented down there!” 

The slave (who was currently growing visibly aroused at being the center of attention) had dressed his gentleman parts (now bobbing somewhat) with rings and bells for the occasion. 

“Do I hear one ass?!” she enquired, and this was quickly met. Four or five bidders fancied the look of him it seems, as the ass’s turned into one, then three, then five dinarii. Upon being sold he was again made to roar for Miss Chloe, before crawling obediently to his new owner. 

Slave three was a slim 22 year old t-girl called Stella, and bidding here was more enthusiastic, with a half dozen or so people making bids. She eventually went to a girl called Bunny, who I’d say was a buddy if she didn’t spend so much bloody time at these events stealing my headgear. (A hypnotist needs an impressive top hat, right?) She insists my hat looks better on her than on me. Ridiculous lies! 

Bunny had brought along a big bag of bondage rope with her, so before Stella had crawled all the way to the feet of her new Mistress, Bunny was standing and sashaying out of the room, beckoning her new plaything with one finger to crawl behind her to a more secluded spot for some bondage play. 

Slave four was Razzle, and standing there in her slinky black skirt, heels and with a white blouse clinging sexily to her chest, all eyes were definitely upon her. 

Mistress Chloe announced:

“This is a very special slave. A RESERVE has been set on this one.”

(Appreciative murmur from the crowd) 

“This girl is completely new on the market. She likes blindfolds... bondage... and multiple play partners… do I hear one dinarius?”

It’s probably no surprise to hear that one dinarius was offered immediately, and from there her price rapidly began to spiral upwards and exceed the cost of the three previous slaves. I held back from bidding at first, not wanting to just swoop in and steamroll over the other bidders, and wanting to see where things would lead. Just as the early bidders were dropping out and bidding was beginning to slow down... my true challenger appeared. Seph (the good looking git) chipped in with a nice round:

“Ten Dinarii!” This elicited an “Ooooh” from the crowd. We were moving out of pocket-change and into big bucks.  

“The reserve has been met!” called Mistress Chloe with some degree of triumph. 

I wasted no time: “Eleven!” I announced from my corner of the room, drawing glances. 

“Twelve!” Seph countered almost immediately from behind the row of slaves. 

“Fifteen!” came my reply. 

“Twenty!” he cheerfully batted back to me, not allowing himself to be outdone. 

It was like a game of tennis. The heads of the gathered throng bouncing back and forth between Seph and myself. 

“Twenty FIVE!” I grinned. “And I do hope you’re not getting a staff discount!” 

“Thirty!” he challenged. “And that would be professionally unethical!” 

“Unethical? This is a SLAVE AUCTION!. Thirty FIVE!” came my counter. 

“FIFTY!” came a new voice from the doorway where a chap was looking pleased with himself and raising his hand in challenge. 

As all heads swivelled to face the newcomer, my inner geek overcome with the humor of the situation couldn’t resist announcing:


Fortunately for me there were enough fellow geeks in the crowd to get the reference and this got a good laugh out of almost everyone. All eyes were on this new stranger... at which point he completely bottled it. 

“Uh… only kidding!” he grinned, and ducked out of the room again. 

“A new player has… uh... left… the game?” I burbled, trying to remember who’d bid last. 

The confusion was quickly cleared up anyway as Seph called: 

“Fair enough! Fifty!”

“Fifty FIVE!” 

This time it was his turn to quip. “Maybe we could work out some kind of timeshare arrangement with her?” and when I didn’t reply he continued. 

“Alright. Sixty!”

“Sixty FIVE!” I said. Adding a playful spin to each successive “FIVE” that I added… (I hope I didn’t look like too much of a tit doing this…)

“No problem. Seventy!” he said. Showing no signs of stopping. 

“I mean… I could mayyyyybe persuaded to try out that timeshare arrangement.” I mused, though the second Miss Chloe looked like she was about to accept Seph’s offer of seventy I quickly raised once more. 

Bidding continued all the way up to one hundred dinarii, at which point with a smile and a magnanimous wave of his hand, Seph (ever the gentleman) backed down and left me with the winning bid.

There was applause, there was happy chatter as Razzle made her way over to me and knelt demurely. 

“Hello Master.” she said, looking up at me with a smile. 

“Hello Slavegirl” I replied, “Would you like your hair stroked?”

“Yes please Master” she responded. 

Within half a breath, my hands were in her hair. 

Later on in the auction... 

We were up to slave six now, but a couple of the earlier buyers had already ducked out with their purchases. I leant in and softly asked: “D’you like the hot tub?”

“Why yes I do Master!” she replied with some enthusiasm. 

“It does mean baring your body for me.” I warned. 

“That’s fine Master, I’m yours after all.” 

“Excellent! Let’s go.”

We made our way out.  

Later on outside the auction...

Razzle was proving herself a wonderfully willing slavegirl: She’d fetched drinks then towels for the hot tub, she’d stripped on command, pausing only to ask what I’d like her to take off first, and once fully undressed, she’d happily allowed herself to be inspected and playfully caressed from all angles. I didn’t inspect for too long though as the hot tub room is open to the outdoors and it was November. People are harder to hypnotize when they’re freezing their bits off, and after a steaming shower, the hot tub was calling…

Later still...

Razzle’s head was resting in the crook of my neck, as she breathed slowly and evenly. One of my arms was around her back, and with the free hand I supported her head and gently stroked her hair. We floated in the bubbling tub, it’s warmth keeping us cosy.

5 minutes earlier we’d been getting to know one another a little better, our backgrounds, our kinks, our interests… her interesting cyborg story… right now though...

“3… 2… 1… Wake.”

Now she was my hypnotized kitty, and kitty Razzle was nuzzling my face, rubbing her nose against mine, purring, and trying (with a fair amount of success) to spoon me with every part of her body simultaneously.

I’d instructed her to behave like a cat that needed to be stroked and petted. To find that any attempt to think for herself or resist the urge, would only make it grow stronger, and she appeared to be obeying to the letter.  

I enjoyed her affections, the way this lady that barely knew me a few hours ago was behaving like a life-long pet. She’d been more than willing to obey every command I’d given her so far, but in a slightly formal way. The fact she was now blissfully scratching her fingernails down the outsides of my arms as she floated in the tub, blissful smile on her face and purring like a kitty was quite the contrast. 

“Aaaand now you’re a girl again… but you can’t stop yourself from being this affectionate.” I snapped my fingers.  

“What the…” She blinked awake and laughed nervously to find us almost nose to nose. 

A momentary tug, and she realised that her her hands wouldn’t let go of my arms, that her breasts wouldn’t stop smooshing into my chest. I’m not sure if she was trying to resist the urge, but if she was, she was definitely failing. She laughed as her body refused to stop behaving like a cat. 

“The power of hypnosis!” I exclaimed theatrically. “Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Yes I am” she said. 

“Good. Because now now you’re a cat once more!” I gave another snap of my fingers and Kitty-Razzle resumed her purring and unresistant nuzzling.

After that…

We’d gotten out of the hot tub before becoming too prune like and made our way back to the bar for drinks. We met back up with Willow to see how her sale and play had gone. I think it must have been me offering to get drinks because Willow teased me at that point for not apparently being “Masterly” enough with my new purchase. 

“Tsch! fine” I said, before placing Razzle back into trance, having her close her eyes and imagine herself blindfolded.

Me: Remember you’re my slave.
Her: Yes Master
Me: What’s the first memory you have?
Her: Being purchased by you Master. Becoming yours.
Me: What’s your name?
Her: Slavegirl
Me: And would you like a new name?
Her: Whatever you wish Master.
Me: Your name is Estelle, tell me your name.
Her: Estelle.
Me: Good Girl and what will you do for me Estelle?
Her: Anything you wish.
Me: You’ll happily bare your body for me, even though we’re in a room with lots of people?
Her: Yes Master.
Me: Then do so.
Her: Yes Master.
Me: Very good… and now your breasts can be seen by everyone you’ll happily allow others to stroke and grope and enjoy them?
Her: Yes Master.
Me: Good Girl

“Alright” said Willow, leaning in and stroking her fingers teasingly over Razzle’s bared breast. “No need to be such a big bloody show off.” :P 

And there we go. 

Estelle / Razzle did eventually get her own mind back before the end of the night, and there wasn’t too much more play because Willow was insistent that someone else join her in the hot tub. (And I’d only just de-pruned myself. Gah!)

Thank you Razzle for being a fantastic playmate, pet, fembot and buddy. I hope you had as much fun as I did. ;)  

Thank you to the folk at Townhouse for arranging the event. Thanks to Mistress Chloe and her assistants for setting everything up. Thanks Aimee for introducing me to your cyborg ladyfriend in the first place, and thanks Seph for first catching Razzle when she was on her way to the floor, then letting me place the winning bid. (Though I hear a certain slavegirl does like to be blindfolded and sensually teased by multiple people at once… so maybe we can still try that timeshare arrangement out sometime after all....)

For more info about Townhouse and the kinky goings on there,, you can check out their Fetlife group directly here: https://fetlife.com/groups/2308/group_posts/4947342

Or their website here: http://www.townhouseswingers.co.uk

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Do you and the girls ever... you know... ;)

Whilst I don’t exactly work in the sex industry, (I prefer referring to what I do as: “Adult Entertainment”. ;) the descriptions of themselves that the ladies I work with use, range from the respectable: “Art Nude Model” to the slightly racier: “Kinky Bitch” / “Fetish Slut” and occasionally it includes the good old: “Pornstar” so I guess my work is definitely sex adjacent.

As such, I get asked by folk fairly often if I ever use my hypnotic wiles on the ladies to “influence their attraction” to me. Or to put it a little more bluntly: make the girls want to fuck me.

The answer to that one’s easy. It’s an only slightly affronted - because being a hypnofetishist, I know exactly where they’re coming from: “No!” followed by an explanation that if you use hypnosis in desperate and seedy ways, (like trying to coerce someone who’s not that into you into sex) people tend to see you as a massive creep, and without comfort and trust, they won’t be getting hypnotized by you. That’s why in my videos, I’ll usually give a safety suggestion early on along the lines of: “If I suggest anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, you’re free to wake up, call me a creep and kick me in the nuts.” of course I also give the girls the suggestion: “Everything you like the idea of, you’ll be helpless to resist!” (Because I’m always thinking, see? ;)

Sometimes though there’s a follow-up question: “Okay… but what if they are into you, and like the idea of playing anyway… do you and the girls ever play after the shoot?”

The answer to this question is a little more complicated, and is usually followed by a moment of introspective silence whilst I consult my internal list of “almosts” and near misses.

Since a recent weekend escapade, there’s also now a single shining “Actually… yes!” in there too, which in future I’ll be coupling with a roguish grin and a waggle of the eyebrows.  

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves...

No sense in spoiling the build-up, right? ;)

First the “Almosts”:

One of my earliest shoots was with a blonde lady whose partner liked to sit in and watch her work.

I’m now aware that in the glamour industry this is a little unusual. Most reputable photographers like to feel they have enough positive feedback on their portfolios to mean they’re trusted to work around the ladies and keep their intentions pure… or at least keep their hands to themselves. And of course most disreputable photographers want the girls all to themselves for exactly the opposite reasons.

This particular partner when watching his lady at work was very… “appreciative” I guess is one word that fits, though another could be “vocal”, and as he watched his girlfriend going under hypnosis, posing around, behaving like a puppy, becoming aroused on command, playing with herself sensually one moment before locking in place as a frozen vacant sex robot the next, he’d make happy grunting noises and say things like “Awww yeah!”, “Ooh, would you look at that…” and the ever classy: “Fuck me that’s hot!

I take it that seeing his normally animated and sultry ladyfriend tuning out and becoming little more than a brainless hypno-puppet on command was something he really enjoyed seeing...

After the shoot, they were both pretty turned on by the whole thing, and they asked not so subtly if there was “Anything we can do for you!?”

Now… I’d been out of uni for about 2-3 years and I’d been single for most of that period. I’d just spent the best part of two hours watching this gorgeous 20-something dance eagerly to my hypnotic tune and she appeared to be offering herself to me on a plate… the fact her burly man-friend was also part of the offer didn’t register too highly at first… naive, horny and slightly lonely 23-year-old me didn’t take much persuading.

It was only about 5 minutes later as I found myself lying on my back next to Captain Gruntworth as his lady went to town on us, removing our trousers and underwear and starting to teasingly mouth at our gentleman-parts that I thought to myself “Oh dear, this feels wayyy too seedy” and noped the hell out of there.

So I made my excuses and left, feeling kinda conflicted about the whole thing: Sort of used, sort of horny, slightly ashamed about the fact that my first threesome hadn’t been the cool kind of threesome, and pretty glad that I hadn’t stuck around.

If I’d known about it at the time I’d probably have been pretty certain they were doggers. :P

I guess that was the first lesson about the sex (adjacent) industry:

Some people are in it just because they want SEX!

Okay… that should probably have been blindingly obvious. Sometimes I can be a little slow on the uptake… which also explains why in my younger days I kept romantically fixating on lesbians that I had NO IDEA were lesbians.

My next near-miss came about 20 shoots later. (See? it’s not like this was something I was actively looking for. :P)

Lady number 2 (Another blonde) had arranged a shoot with me as she thought hypnosis seemed really cool and interesting. It turned out over the course of our session that she was a rather fantastic subject. A bondage suggestion had her squirming and tugging at invisible ropes, making a futile attempt to free herself as she panted and moaned in a mixture of frustration and arousal. She was buck naked at the time, and made a pretty delicious looking picture. I told her that she was gagged and her mouth spread itself in an inviting looking “O”. I told her that her knees were roped and pulled apart and her legs obediently separated, her shaven cooch moving in appealing little circles.

Remaining as much a man of honour as it was possible to be under the circumstances, I picked a none-erotic bodypart (the tip of her nose) to play with and told her that it was linked to her clit, that I could touch and stroke it and she’d feel it in “other” places.

I’m pretty sure this led to the first “nose-gasm” for both of us.

After the shoot she was left pretty awestruck by the fact that she’d been able to orgasm without me ever needing to physically touch her in any of the “traditional” places… She was breathless, shiny-eyed, excited and even after I’d finished filming, was more than keen to do it all over again, never mind the fact that the camera was no longer rolling.

She wanted hugging… actually she wanted more than hugging, but as at the time I had a girlfriend (I still do, the ever gorgeous Lizzidoll) and she had a fiancé, hugging was all she got out of me. She liked the idea of meeting up in future though… being my occasional plaything, and I said that if her fiance was comfortable with that, and as long as my other half didn’t mind me having a pretty blonde plaything for occasional shenanigans, that would be more than welcome...

It was a good thing that we didn’t go further, as a couple of weeks later, the fact she’d even been tempted to play with a guy who wasn’t her fiancé had her feeling very guilty. She also got diagnosed as bi-polar by her Doctor so ended up reconsidering her entire modelling career and asked me to take her shoot down entirely.

Close call. And I’m pretty glad all we did there was hug.

Lady three came about 9 shoots later. (Okay, occuring a little more frequently at this point) and was a similar tale. (Albeit without the bi-polarism.)

This girl again ended up become far more aroused and excited by hypnosis than she ever thought she would, and again found herself asking whether there’d be a possibility of future play as my submissive or slavegirl.

We sent spicy emails back and forth for a while. She lives fairly locally, so the potential for play was pretty good. Again though, she had a partner and kid, and again, she ended up feeling that hypnosis had made her a little more uninhibited than she initially realised, (starring in a few scenes that were far more spicy and unrestrained than she’d originally intended to be,) so we backed out of that.

Three shoots later we shot with a model who was actually a lifestyle submissive to a dom friend of mine, so that could have led to whatever I wanted… I tend to prefer romancing ladies under my own steam though, as opposed to being told “This is X, she’ll bang whoever I tell her to. Would you like to have a go on her?”

Nearly a dozen shoots after that, I gave a model a submissive alter-ego who was obedient to the extreme and whose waking personality initially knew nothing about what her new alternate personality was getting up to. Sexy though that idea was from an MCStory standpoint, I didn’t want to be the kind of guy who mind controlled girls without their knowledge for his own nefarious ends (at least, not in that sense) so I allowed “waking girl” to know what her alter-ego was getting up to. (To be fair, whilst her unconscious alter-ego was an eager submissive sexslave, her waking self would have probably broken a baseball bat over my head if she got wind of me misbehaving with her subconscious sub side. :p)

A couple of shoots after that, we come to Kim…

Kim Shoot One.

Working with Kim was lovely. We hit it off immediately and had a good amount of banter going before I’d even started filming. Kim’s fairly flirtatious, pretty shameless, has a dry and sassy sense of humour and she’s geeky to the point where I’m worried that my own geek credentials might not pass muster. Whilst I can claim ownership of over 500 videogames on Steam, I can’t claim to have any experience LARPING or with Roleplay and D&D nights, or with adventures in hair-dye. (Shortly after my one solitary experiment with hair dye, (Neon red if you’re wondering) the majority of my hair fell out… I don’t think the events are related) and there she beats me hands down. Alas!

Our first shoot was a lot of fun, and featured amongst other things a section where she used a replica BROADSWORD to masturbate with (for when a nicely contoured dildo just won’t do), a kidnap scenario where she wakes to find herself tied up in a sex club, stripped and on display whilst a collection of onlookers watch with amusement as she’s spanked and stroked and misused in all manner of amusing and erotic ways… and a section where we had her cuffed to a spreader bar whilst she experience deep and powerful hypnotic orgasms. So powerful in fact that she actually broke the spreader bar. :o| (Our apologies to Frank at Greengate Studio. We *did* offer to pay for the damage ;)

She was (and still is) happily married… but her hubby knows she’s something of a kinky bitch, and trusts her to the point where she can play with other randy folk, as long as she’s coming home to him afterwards.

The first time we shot, I didn’t know this in advance, and whilst after the shoot, things did get slightly racy with Kim, (I... may have given her the suggestion that the moment anything touches her lips, she’ll become utterly mindless and be overtaken with the desire to thoughtlessly suck, lick and pleasure whatever it is…) I hadn’t checked that Lizzidoll would be okay with my playing though, so the only thing I had her pleasuring was my thumb… though in her favour she did a damn fine job of making it feel like the sexiest thumb IN THE WORLD.  Much to my enjoyment, she obediently followed this suggestion whilst we were still in the studio… and again whilst we were sat in the car enjoying a post-shoot pizza… and she continued to follow it even sat out in public at the train station waiting for her train.

Being based at opposite ends of the country meant that whilst we’d occasionally send flirty emails one another’s way, actually meeting up for further play wasn’t really on the cards…

Until recently, when the stars aligned and we both become available for another hypno shoot that is…

Kim Shoot Two.

This went well.

Like… seriously well.

Like… this girl responds to my voice like she’s been programmed persistently to become blank and dizzy if I happen to use words like “Submissive” or “Surrender” or “Weak” or “Enchanted” around her.

The merest mention of any of these words would have her eyelids flickering, her gaze growing unfocused, her body rocking slightly, stiffening… becoming almost doll-like…

After greeting Kim at the station, a couple of flirtatious comments about making her my plaything once again had her almost going under. The only reason I didn’t perform a rapid induction on her there and then in order to carry out some impromptu street hypnosis was because I’d initially mistaken a different girl waiting for pickup as her (going so far as to set up a surreptitious camcorder in my car) and had gotten myself confused.

Anyway… she’s an awesome hypno subby, and this time round, she had hubby’s blessing to play with the devious hypno man, and I had Liz’s blessing to have my wicked way with the helpless hypnolady, or even the both of them if she herself found Kim suitably appealing to be around. :D

So… I should probably mention a few highlights about how the shoot went…

Like how my usual 20 minute induction was reduced to what felt like two minutes simply due to the fact that Kim was so submissive and eager to be played with…

Or the fact that we got through a fair number of the 60+ suggestions and requests that had come from the audience as to what they’d love to see hypno Kimmy getting up to…

Then there was 10 minutes of shining hilarity where we had Kim believing she was Doctor Who regenerating into a woman for the very first time, and finding the whole experience exciting and exotic… if only slightly marred by the fact that women’s clothing is completely lacking in a) pockets and b) practical footwear.

“Doctor Kim” wakes with a jolt, her hands flying to her breasts before jubilantly claiming: “It finally happened!” then there are the usual Whovian behaviours, like checking out the hair (“Bah, still not ginger”) face and figure in the mirror: (“Rose would be jealous… she’d definitely be jealous”)

This bit’s so good that it’s actually viewable for free if you’re interested in checking it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSwEY_zy_8k

All in all, A pretty great shoot.

Kim was staying for the night in our spare room so we had a break for some food (and wine) after we were done, and we filmed the closing chat later.

The After-Shoot

Glad to have another kinky lady around. Liz (who’s a big fan of bondage, rigging and shibari) asked if she could practice some rope-ties on Kim. Kim was more than happy to be stripped to her underwear, tied up with hemp and experimented on, so the evening was entered with both ladies sat on the floor, Kim with her hands bound behind her, harnessed up whilst Liz manipulated and moved and tied her, music playing from Liz’s phone which we’d hooked up to the speakers.

Liz had been shopping that day, and hadn’t had a chance to show off any of her new clothes yet as we’d been shooting. When she asked (post ropery) if we’d like to see her new underwear and silk robe, I don’t think I noticed a devious twinkle in her eye… but there was definitely one in mine.

I’d asked Kim off camera during the shoot if she was enjoying herself, and she most certainly was. I’d asked her if she felt like playing with the pair of us later on and she most definitely did, so when Liz stepped elegantly off the staircase, silken dressing gown flowing appealingly over her hourglass curves, unbelted, so we could see her burgundy bra and pantie set beneath, complementing her bare skin nicely. It didn’t take long for me to tell Liz to pose… then to freezeor to invite Kim over to play with her once my hypnotic companion was rigid and vacant.

We took turns, posing Lizzidoll like a mannequin, bending her this way and that, tracing our hands over her skin, enjoying her warmth, her stillness, her thoughtless obedience. With a snap of my fingers I allowed Liz to become aware again, and she jerked awake with surprise which swiftly became a grin as she realised what we’d been doing with her.

Liz unhooked her thumb from where it had been playfully placed, pulling her panties teasingly to one side, and smiled shyly unable to contain the smile that was spreading across her face. “I see someone’s enjoying themselves” she said.  

“Ohhh yes.” I said, before checking that she was happy to be toyed with and made into a doll for our further amusement. Being a mindless dolly is one of Liz’s favourite things in the world, so unsurprisingly, there were no complaints.

“Good” I said, with some amount of glee. “Crawl over this way” I commanded, with a snap of my fingers. She complied before she knew what she was doing, Liz tends to excel at hypnotic obedience the more hypnosubbies there are in the room. Her competitive nature means she wants to be the best, even if the being the best means becoming the most mindless, most obedient, most responsive and most empty-headed. A growing flush on her cheeks, her grin bordering on huge as her eyes flicked slightly nervously between the pair of us, she wasn’t sure where to look. I blanked her mind with another snap of my fingers.

Once mindless she knelt there staring vacantly into space, lips parted thoughtlessly, spine unconsciously arched backward, silken dressing gown granting her a little modesty, but at the same time flowing over her every curve. I looked over at Kim, who was drinking in the sight of Liz with barely contained hunger.

“D’you like her as a doll?” I asked.

“Ohhh yes.” Kim replied, as I snapped my fingers before her face, blanking her mind also.

“That’s good… because that’s all she is now, d’you understand?”

“Yes Master” came Kim’s response. She’d decided earlier within trance that “Master” was her preferred form of address for me and I wasn’t about to change that.

“That’s right. She’s just a doll, a plaything a sex puppet, poseable, beautiful, fuckable… and we’re… the quality assurance testers. Our job is to ensure that her body is perfect. To inspect her from all angles, to make sure she feels flawless all over. Clear?”

“Yes Master” she murmured dreamily once more.

With a snap of my fingers, Kim’s eyes which had been half lidded and unfocused became clear. She regarded Liz the way you might look at a fun new toy and rubbed her hands together.

“This is a nice model. Shall we get to work?” she asked, casually bending Liz over onto all fours, momentarily enjoying the way her silk robe traced the roundness of her arse. before flipping the robe over her hips to expose her pantied butt.

We wasted no time.

“Getting to work” involved the pair of us kissing, stroking and entertaining ourselves with Liz’s supple body. We left her on all fours, but manipulated her legs a little wider… head a little lower… Kim was becoming much more familiar with Liz now there was nobody home and seemed to be delighting in her task of examining the gorgeous creature from every angle.

I was getting rather turned on by this point, thought to myself “Well, nothing ventured...” and drew out my cock.

“You’re happy for me to test her mouths capacity for oral stimulation?” I asked casually gesturing towards my schlong, as though I were a technician taking measurements and pointing towards an everyday tool. (I guess in a way, I was)

“Oh by all means go ahead” came Kim’s blasé response. “It’s not like I have the equipment to carry out that particular test.”

As I spread Liz’s lips and slid myself into the warm wetness of her mouth I did notice that as I began to thrust into her, Kim began watching the show with somewhat more interest than your typical technician might do, and she seemed to lose all track of what she was doing as I began to slowly and rhythmically mouthfuck Lizzidoll. She looked… hungry.

A wave of my hand… and Kim was staring into space just as thoughtlessly as the sexdoll beside her.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Kim?” I enquired.

“Yess Sir” came her response, the quiver of arousal in her voice unmistakeable.

“Would you like to be a sexdoll too?” I asked with mock innocence, still slowly and deliberately driving myself into Liz’s mouth.

“Yes please Sir” she moaned softly.

I withdrew myself from Liz’s mouth and directed both girls to their knees. They complied smoothly and unthinkingly.

I instructed them to strip out of their bras for me, and they smoothly and unthinkingly unhooked them, allowing their breasts to spill out for appraisal.

I told them both to melt down into trance, and the strength slowly left their bodies, they melted to the floor, before I ordered the pair of them to lie on their backs for me.

What followed were several minutes of erotic brainwashing, as I had my topless pets lying spreadlegged on the carpet, hands buried in their underwear, teasing themselves. Both girls were breathing deeply but were otherwise silent. Both of them lay there eyes open but blank, staring but unseeing.

I deepened their trances further, whispering in their ears, commanding them to drop deeper by the second, ensuring that whilst they could play and titillate themselves, they wouldn’t be able to do it fast enough to distract them from my voice, my words, my wishes. I allowed my hands to stroke over their faces, their lips, their collarbones, their breasts, and as my words grew more teasing, I simultaneously tugged at and tweaked their nipples, highlighting choice words like “Submit” “Surrender” “Tease” and “Please”

By the end of it, both slavegirls were gasping and I… well you can probably guess how much I was enjoying myself. ;)

“Are you enjoying yourselves slavegirls?”

“Yes Master” came their voices in unison.

“And would you Slavegirls like to please me?” I asked, perhaps a teeny bit tentatively. I wasn’t about to get what I hoped I was about to get… was I!?

“Yes Master” came their voices in unison.

“Would you both like to pleasure my cock?” I hazarded.

“Yes Master” came their voices one more time.

“Well then… crawl this way!” I exclaimed, turning my back to them, stepping with confidence and poise towards the sofa and unbuckling my jeans, thankful that neither of the rising slavegirls, now sensually crawling their way towards me, eyes blank, mouths open obediently, could see the MASSIVE cheesy grin on my face.

I’ll draw a veil there… what followed was… a highly enjoyable first time experience for me… but I don’t want to get too crude.

Well… no more crude than I’ve been already. ;)


Lizzidoll: Tsch! I love that this whole Blogpost is basically a long winded way of saying: “I just had SEX! (And it felt so good!)"