Personal writings about the sexiest thing in the world ever
So when I read things with mind control in them, it’s really more the actions of the things going on that I kink off of, not the people (or robots) involved. Case in point, page 3 of the FANTASTIC Automata story over at Penny Arcade.
The way Carl says “Help” and is visibly shaking in that last panel kills me.
Also, the story itself is just plain excellent. Hard boiled robot noir? Oh yes please.
In case any of your are wondering what kinky things I do when I’m not being hypnotized, I think my lovely friend Wendy Blackheart’s post about TES-Fest is a pretty good writeup.
Oh my goodness that was so much fun!
The cake idea originated from this ad that I saw in Japan for Haagen-dasz:
I mean look at that! Objectification, sensory deprevation, a dash of sensuality, and CAKE!
Who doesn’t love cake?
Wendy saw that I had added “being fed cake while on your knees and blindfolded” to my fetlife fetishes, and decided to try that. And decided to try that with me. And then we did it again at TES-fest! I would re-summarize, but I think her description of events are best.
And then there was the time she smashed a banana creme pie in my face……..
(Oh, and Wendy? I think according to Dan Savage, we did, in fact, have sex.)
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Armchair self-psychoanalyzing ahead. It’s 3:18 AM.
So the subject of bimboification has been coming up in conversation recently with members of my kinky social group. We often spend time making fun of what we think of as ridiculous fetishes: infantilism, furries, Gor (oh my god Gor), etc. And then someone brought up how ridiculous bimboification is.
Simply put: bimboification is the process of turning a bottom or a submissive in a D/s relationship into a bimbo. A girl who’s vapid. Stupid. Giggly. An airhead. A slut.
Now when this was put under the scorn of my friends, I cringed a little. “Oh no,” I thought. “That’s… that’s sort of what I’m into.”
Sort of. Not quite. But almost.
On a personal level, the idea of “bimbo” doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t really want to giggle, I’m extremely satisfied with my moderately sized tits, I would look awful as a blonde.
But being made to be stupid and slutty? Oh dear god, that’s just fantastic.
I think “sex zombie” is a better term.
I’m always interested in the psychological significance of kinks. I haven’t really gotten into why I’m super into hypnosis on this blog yet, but I have a lot of ideas. And I’ve definitely thought about this particular one. Why does the idea of having my brain wiped away get me so hot?
On one hand, it’s definitely an objectification thing. In the right context (with a respectful partner, or a whole roomful of people I know and trust), I adore being objectified sexually. It’s terribly validating. I was a late bloomer sexually, and didn’t really come into my own until I hit college. I was a huge nerd in high school with the usual set of self-esteem and body-image issues that plague girls at that age. Getting attention as a sexual object is gratifying in that it assures me that I am sexual and I am desirable on a very basic level.
What gets me about bimboification (or sexzombieification or whatever), however, is the intelligence thing. Being a big ol’ nerd led me in the past to cultivate confidence in my mind over my body. Sure, I wasn’t dating the high school quarterback (or anyone), but hey, I was smarter than those stupid blonde bitches who made fun of me, right? And that’s what counted, right?
I’m a smart person. I KNOW I’m a smart person. I’m proud of my intelligence almost to a fault, but having my mind wiped by hypnosis is intensely satisfying because then I don’t have to try. I don’t have to prove myself as a worthwhile person. I’m a sexual object and nothing more, and it’s terribly thrilling. To be asked simple questions and not know the answer, and to be driven mad by desire at the same time? It gives me a freedom that I can’t achieve in my normal state of mind.
So I understand the blonde, giggly, doll thing. Like my affinity for swinging watches and spirals, it’s just another set of symbols that go with the fetish. And symbols carry a lot of power.
Ok ok ok ok ok. I have to wake up in 3 hours (3 HOURS!) but I had to dash off a quick post because I DID SO MUCH HYPNOSIS TONIGHT at a friend’s play party. This will be done quick and dirty, so forgive me if it’s all disjointedly written.
Most of it was done by my lovely friend CB. He’s hypnotized me before, and we always have a great time of it. He’s terribly creative, as you will see.
So he got me with a surprise induction on the couch during conversation, and put me under fairly quickly. He then left me with a trance trigger just for the night that he took great advantage of.
THINGS THAT HAPPENED:
Whenever I was asked a question to which the answer was “yes”, I would instead say “FUCK ME!” loudly and cheerfully. I did not know this was happening. I think I confused some people. He revealed what was going on after a while, much to my embarrassment.
He made me think I had lost my vagina. No seriously. I went around the party asking people if they’d seen my vagina, and freaking out BECAUSE OH MY GOD I LOST MY FREAKING VAGINA. Mostly people were either puzzled, or knew exactly what was going on and played along. When I approached my good friend Wendy Blackheart (who had smashed me with banana cream pie earlier in the night (don’t ask)), she announced to the whole room: “HEY EVERYONE, RIK HAS LOST HER VAGINA!” I was totally serious, my friends were utterly unhelpful, and I spazzed as soon as I was made to remember what was going on.
I was made to hypnotize my friend Magdalene. This was my first time actually hypnotizing someone else out loud, and I was super nervous. But here was the trick: everything I told her, I would do myself. It gets kind of fuzzy here, but I remember leading her through a very very basic induction; progressive relaxation, going down the staircase, etc. I then found myself waking myself up (!!) from a very very lovely trance, quite confused. Apparently I’m pretty good at it, so that’s cool! Another friend, who’s also a hypnotist, also went along with my induction, and it put him under, too! I’m super proud of myself.
He turned me into a kitty!! It was wonderful! I’ve always wanted to do this. Everyone pet me, and I apparently went after the O-Ring on my friend’s collar. Ooooh I want to do it again, it was so fun.
Magdalene then decided that she wanted a hand at hypnotizing me. So she did, and wrote something on my back. I went around asking people what it was, until it occurred to me to look in a mirror. As soon as I did, I had a very surprising, and very strong orgasm, so much so that I was basically a shaking puddle on the floor.
What a wonderful night. Now for 3! Hours! of sleep!
Oh geez. Oh geez. Oh geez. I think I might die. The squirrels at the end? PRICELESS.
The site this is advertising is Hypnotic Addiction. It’s more crappy CGI ladies with spirals and crystal balls and shit. No squirrels to be found.
HOWEVER, the collection of differently shaded spirals they offer is something I think I’m going to have to hang on to for future fun times, so: BOOKMARKED.
A tall, sinewy telepath/mindwiper and a pixie mind-control girl with a sexy, sexy voice? My cup runneth over!
I started watching this show because I have a thing for sexy villains, and I was mad crushing on Zachary Quinto after seeing Star Trek (ohhhh if he weren’t gay, I would mind-meld with him SO HARD). Now that he’s finally entered the show, AND there is hot mind-control, I’m basically enjoying the hell out of Heroes. But fuck Las Vegas lady, her storyline is boring.
Stray thought: If the indestructible cheerleader loses her virginity, does her hymen grow back?
STAY TUNED for the post TESfest report. Fun was had!
*Edit* SPOILERS FOR SEASON ONE: Oh goddammit! Literally, AS SOON as I make this post, pixie mind-control girl gets killed. Heroes officially sucks again.
Just some youtube hypnostuff then off to bed:
Granted, this isn’t that sexy, but it’s so freakin’ cool! NLP is a little beyond me, but it’s neat to see it in action by a guy who does it really smoothly. One of my pet peeves with NLP is that I get guys on Fetlife who try to use it on me in messages, but they’ve got no guile to speak of, so they’re pretty easy to see through.
I like how Derren puts the guy into a suggestible state by shunting his handshake, I’ve always thought that was a neat trick.
It doesn’t hurt that the subject guy looks just like Simon Pegg.
**EDIT** It IS Simon Pegg! Hot damn! This is now officially sexy hypnosis.
(This is my first attempt ever at writing anything vaguely erotic. This is also a true thing that I did last week. Hooray!)
The wonderful and weird thing about hypnosis is how much your thoughts create your experience.
How pefect for me, then, that I think about it quite a bit.
I was under and already achingly horny. Granted, that’s not hard to do, all it takes is an induction, but he helped it along quite a bit by telling me how aroused I was getting. So there I was, eyes closed, head spinning in that lovely way I get in trance, and dripping wet. And here he set a trigger.
“You want to play with yourself right now, don’t you?”
I nodded and squirmed. I don’t like to speak much while in trance.
“So when I touch your face and say ’show me’, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to need to masturbate until you come.” And he did. And I did what I had to do, and it was wonderful.
The evening progressed as it did, eventually leaving me out of trance with my wrists restrained to the bed. He stood over me and grinned. Then he grabbed my chin.
“Show me.”
It should be noted at this point, that this was something I had asked for a while before. I’m extremely good at recieving triggers, and I tend to take them very strongly, and I’d always wondered what would happen if I were unwillingly kept from obeying. I fantasized about it often, imagining myself restrained, then being hypnotically forced over and over to do something I just couldn’t do. It pretty much went exactly as I’d thought about.
I kicked, I screamed, I bucked. I pulled at the restraints, and tried to wriggle out of them in any way I could. My back arched, I moand and begged and pleaded with him to set me free, and he just laughed and kept telling me to show him over and over and over, and I couldn’t stop pulling and kicking out across the bed and my pussy was on fire and it hurt. It wasn’t a literal hurt, but a sharp, inner burning that was consuming my mind. I couldn’t think, I only wanted the pain to stop and I wanted my hands free and in the back of my brain there was that little voice going “yes, yes, yes, yes, YES”.
And, of course, this was exactly how I saw it going in all those fantasies I’d had before.
Since then, I’ve wondered what would happen if I hadn’t thought about it so much. If I hadn’t imagined the way I would have writhed and strained in my erotic hypotheticals, would it have gone like that in real life? Possibly the trigger would have just cancelled, and nothing at all would have happened. Real life hypnosis (as opposed to the mind control you see in movies and cartoons) sort of provides the subject with a weird paradox: the experience feels involuntary, but really it’s created entirely in their own mind. Or does the experience only feel involuntary because I want it to? This erotic adventure has become rather contemplative. Bet you weren’t expecting discussion questions! Ha!
After a while he took pity on me, let me go, and my hands flew to my pussy and oh god did I ever come.
So I’m pretty satisfied with the way it worked out. It was an experiment to be sure (next time I want to try an experiment, I should definitely ask him to wear a lab coat and goggles), and I’m glad it turned out as it did. The rough way is so much more fun.
So this is kind of an odd fetish. It’s not terrifically common, but it’s not exactly uncommon either. It’s one of those things where once people hear about it, or try it for themselves, they find that it’s totally the best thing ever (because it is) and add it to their kink repertoire.
I, on the other hand, have been mad about hypnosis pretty much my whole life.
You guys remember the movie Aladdin? Yeah, I think that movie pretty much inspired a whole generation (mine) of kids to get into BDSM. Did you get a funny feeling seeing Jasmine all manacled in that slave outfit? I sure did. Also had a thing for that hypnotic snake cane Jafar had. Wow.
Baby Rik is a fan
And Disney provides further inductions (ha!) to my perversion. Oh yes. Say hello to Kaa.
It’s actually kind of weird that I didn’t end up with any sort of snake fetish.
All of this was shown to me before I really knew what sex was, of course. I just remember having a particular enjoyment as a kid of these moments in these movies. At the time, I’m sure, I couldn’t tell you why, in the same way that I liked getting tied up on the playground, or playing cops and robbers (I was always the cop who would get kidnapped by the robber).
The first overtly sexual connection to hypnosis I can remeber was also when I was very young. Anyone remember The Tick? Pretty great stuff. When I old just enough that reading “chapter books” was kind of a big deal, I had a book of Tick stories. They were all pretty funny, and there was one in which the Tick gets hypnotized by a villain named Mr. Mental and starts robbing banks in his sleep. I would read this particular story and think to my pre-pubescent self, “Huh. What is this funny feeling in my vagina?” It sort of felt like the feeling you get when you press on your belly button really hard. And guess what? This feeling would repeat whenever I saw anything that had to do with hypnosis.
At some point in my development, some wires must have gotten crossed in my brain in connection to these shows and stories, and BAM! hypnofetish.
In the 5th grade, I had a friend, K, who would play hypnosis games with me. I would lie on the bed, she would swing a necklace in front of my eyes, and I would pretend to go to sleep and pretend to do what she wanted me to. It was all terribly innocuous, walk around the room, quack like a duck, etc., but it was a game I wanted to play over and over. I sometimes wonder if I should let her know she played an integral part in my sexual development…
Hell, my first sexual fantasy was about a swinging watch! I am not even kidding! A swinging watch and a voice commanding me to be obedient and play with myself… aah good times.
To this day, mind control, swinging watches, and spirals still play an central role in my fantasies. I’ve got a bunch of theories as to what I get out of this particular fantasy, but introspection is a post for another night, I think. I could just continue all night of listing examples of things I did as a kid that made me look back and go. “Ooohhhhhhhh.” but that could get lengthy.
Oh, ok. Here’s one more.
