Monday 29 September 2008
A girl writes
The literalness is probably a block (it was a hand she couldn't lift not an arm in the beginning)...a block like the twitches and the itches and the other million distraction techniques she has used. The latest seems to have been yawns...great big awe inspiring YAWNS... it doesn't feel like its a conscious block... but.....
The other way to cope now it 'works' is to believe it doesn't work, but that at some level this girl is 'just going along' with things to keep the Owner happy... that works as a justification until one does things without being aware of doing them :-)
How strange to fight so hard against something so enjoyable...but the fight is against submission not against the hypnotic state.
Its been a long journey... where we've been, you'll probably hear.... where were going will come along soon enough.
But at base.... this girl isn't bothered about transformation (though its interesting)...she just loves the control...the having someone inside her head and the passivity.
Oh...and the loss of self....to disappear... to just 'be'.
...and introducing the girl
Since she has had a few mentions already - and perhaps will be allowed to continue the story after this post.
We both enjoy hypno...both enjoy the transformation play. But...
...she is one of the more difficult subjects I have ever worked with. On the plus side, she will and can be tranced in seconds. Now. But it took a long time to get there. She began life as one of nature's hypno-sceptics. The first time she was hypno'd, I remember doing something comparatively simple, like preventing her from raising one arm.
It can't possibly work, she explained. There is no such thing as hypnosis. It is all a trick. This as she sat there, straining and trying to raise the aforementioned arm.
Our early hypno sessions were mostly like that. Her disbelief, coupled with breaking down boundaries, accompanied by refusal to accept that anything was happening. Ah, well. The protestation gave me some amusement then.
Since then, as stated above, she has become more adept. This, in turn, has taken her into territory that I find many hypno subjects eventually arrive at - which is a degree of addiction to the trance state. So much so that she is now forbidden to attempt to enter it on her own and without permission.
Bad girl!
What else? Well, her take on transformation is slightly, frustratingly different as well.
I enjoy the process: the gradual realisation that the individual is changing or being changed. Also, the embarrassment - the humiliation - of being someone or something other than what one is meant to be.
But she is literal. Too literal.
A table, as far as she is concerned, is inanimate and therefore non-sentient. If she is transformed into furniture, she should be incapable of being aware that she is. There is a world of philosophy in that debate, and perhaps someone out there can get underneath it.
Or not. This seems as good a place as any to allow her to take up the keyboard.
We both enjoy hypno...both enjoy the transformation play. But...
...she is one of the more difficult subjects I have ever worked with. On the plus side, she will and can be tranced in seconds. Now. But it took a long time to get there. She began life as one of nature's hypno-sceptics. The first time she was hypno'd, I remember doing something comparatively simple, like preventing her from raising one arm.
It can't possibly work, she explained. There is no such thing as hypnosis. It is all a trick. This as she sat there, straining and trying to raise the aforementioned arm.
Our early hypno sessions were mostly like that. Her disbelief, coupled with breaking down boundaries, accompanied by refusal to accept that anything was happening. Ah, well. The protestation gave me some amusement then.
Since then, as stated above, she has become more adept. This, in turn, has taken her into territory that I find many hypno subjects eventually arrive at - which is a degree of addiction to the trance state. So much so that she is now forbidden to attempt to enter it on her own and without permission.
Bad girl!
What else? Well, her take on transformation is slightly, frustratingly different as well.
I enjoy the process: the gradual realisation that the individual is changing or being changed. Also, the embarrassment - the humiliation - of being someone or something other than what one is meant to be.
But she is literal. Too literal.
A table, as far as she is concerned, is inanimate and therefore non-sentient. If she is transformed into furniture, she should be incapable of being aware that she is. There is a world of philosophy in that debate, and perhaps someone out there can get underneath it.
Or not. This seems as good a place as any to allow her to take up the keyboard.
Sunday 28 September 2008
A little more about us...
I'll start with me - since that is a subject I know a fair bit about. Ever since I can remember having fantasies - and this probably pre-dates puberty - I enjoyed fantasising about transformation. People being changed into something else.
I studies Classics for a bit - and therefore it will be no surprise that I was an ardent reader of Ovid's Metamorphoses. But I was always pretty eclectic. The 1960's "Batman" was full of bdsm-like peril, together with control and freeze. Dr Who of that era featured some impressive mind control. As did the Avengers.
You can sort of see where this is all going - and why today one of my favourite online fiction sites is mcstories.
As I got older, I found my sexual interests migrating inevitably toward the strict control side of bdsm - whilst my intersts in fiction tended toward almost anything with fairly reluctant transformation in them.
Control and transformation were always underlying themes to any play I was involved in: and then one day I crossed a boundary. I discovered that it was possible to use hypno to extend the control and deepen the fantasy element of play.
Wow!
So I did - and have never looked back . In dealing with the girl, I'll have to own up to using hypno to implant both roles (puppy, slave, submissive) and control. With others, I have used it to create what I would call intense experiences.
Most people lack the stamina to hold a pose for long. In some places, forcing individuals to maintain a particular pose for any length of time is considered torture. So it is hard to turn someone into a statue for long. Unless one creates inside them the experience of being a statue.
Something else entirely!
I studies Classics for a bit - and therefore it will be no surprise that I was an ardent reader of Ovid's Metamorphoses. But I was always pretty eclectic. The 1960's "Batman" was full of bdsm-like peril, together with control and freeze. Dr Who of that era featured some impressive mind control. As did the Avengers.
You can sort of see where this is all going - and why today one of my favourite online fiction sites is mcstories.
As I got older, I found my sexual interests migrating inevitably toward the strict control side of bdsm - whilst my intersts in fiction tended toward almost anything with fairly reluctant transformation in them.
Control and transformation were always underlying themes to any play I was involved in: and then one day I crossed a boundary. I discovered that it was possible to use hypno to extend the control and deepen the fantasy element of play.
Wow!
So I did - and have never looked back . In dealing with the girl, I'll have to own up to using hypno to implant both roles (puppy, slave, submissive) and control. With others, I have used it to create what I would call intense experiences.
Most people lack the stamina to hold a pose for long. In some places, forcing individuals to maintain a particular pose for any length of time is considered torture. So it is hard to turn someone into a statue for long. Unless one creates inside them the experience of being a statue.
Something else entirely!
An Introduction...
...to me, to this, to us.
Behind this blog sit two individuals whose tastes might best be described as "kinky". We're grown up enough (average age 45!) to know what we like and to know that hypnosis, control and transformation are a large part of that.
I hypnotise. The girl is far from being my first "victim" - but as we live together, and have done so for many years now, she is the principal focus for my evil imagination when it comes to hypnosis and transformation.
Having said that, we don't bite. We're actually quite friendly: and if you would like to engage us in chat, we will respond. Those with whom we get on have even been known to drop by and partake of our hospitality - whilst a few, for whom the "chemistry" turns out to be right have volunteered to be subjects in our ongoing experimentation.
Hopefully, this blog will continue and we won't be side-tracked too much by events in the rest of the world.
If it does, then come back from time to time and read about the highs and lows of transformation: how girl has become, variously, puppy, statue, part of the furniture and mannequin; how she has lost her voice and occasionally her memory for specific things and events. All good fun - even if, in puppy state, her over-enthusaistic gambolling sometimes results in carpet burns to her knees.
If she's good, I may even let her post from time to time.
Behind this blog sit two individuals whose tastes might best be described as "kinky". We're grown up enough (average age 45!) to know what we like and to know that hypnosis, control and transformation are a large part of that.
I hypnotise. The girl is far from being my first "victim" - but as we live together, and have done so for many years now, she is the principal focus for my evil imagination when it comes to hypnosis and transformation.
Having said that, we don't bite. We're actually quite friendly: and if you would like to engage us in chat, we will respond. Those with whom we get on have even been known to drop by and partake of our hospitality - whilst a few, for whom the "chemistry" turns out to be right have volunteered to be subjects in our ongoing experimentation.
Hopefully, this blog will continue and we won't be side-tracked too much by events in the rest of the world.
If it does, then come back from time to time and read about the highs and lows of transformation: how girl has become, variously, puppy, statue, part of the furniture and mannequin; how she has lost her voice and occasionally her memory for specific things and events. All good fun - even if, in puppy state, her over-enthusaistic gambolling sometimes results in carpet burns to her knees.
If she's good, I may even let her post from time to time.
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