Diversão e Hipnose

You may have seen this popping up yesterday but it refused to animate when uploaded so I had it fixed :p

I was messing with my pocket watch yesterday and suddenly thought “oh, I should make a gif out of this!” Which ended up being way more difficult than it should be :p

Thanks to my lovely sub for putting his time into this as well as a good friend of mine.

(It fits perfectly if you look at this while listening to the voice recording of my latest post)

Enjoy, my lovelies

As promised a while ago, I want to start a new segment where I semi-regularly test stereotypical, unique, or even flat-out crazy induction methods in the name of answering a simple question: does it work?  (Think of it as sort of a MythBusters but with inductions.)  I want these posts to come across as sounding very scientific and experimental, because hypnosis is a growing field of study and rigorous experimentation should be part of testing its validity, so these posts may end up looking a little like a lab notebook.  For the first installment of this new segment, I chose to test the most basic of them all, the one that almost invariably comes to mind when the average person thinks of hypnosis.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the pocket-watch induction.

Setting: a Skype session with my regular partner-in-trance and good friend, both of us alone in quiet rooms, good Internet connection and audio/visual, nothing particularly distracting or disturbing Arrangements: I was the one performing the induction and he was the subject, he knew what I was planning to do before I started the procedure Pre-talk: I showed him the watch, we discussed possible outcomes of the experiment as well as various techniques (swinging the watch versus spinning it, speed, etc.) and the physics of the procedure (the weight of the watch/length of the chain and the resulting impacts on speed) Projected outcomes: plain old ineffectiveness, I might start giggling and ruin it because I personally find this induction ridiculous and theatrical, or success without distracting laughter Objects utilized: a standard pocket-watch on a long-ish chain, weighted nicely but I would have preferred something heavier, no auditory component because the watch itself no longer works Induction Summary: swung the watch as slowly as I could, placed my fingers as far away from the watch as I could to extend the chain and reduce the speed, made sure it did not leave the screen’s field of vision, proceeded like an everyday eye fixation induction, suggested following the watch was exhausting and made his eyelids heavier and heavier, suggested every blink made it harder for them to remain open, and other things along those lines Results: it worked quite nicely, I did not giggle, he achieved a trance state typical of our interactions and I was able to perform deepeners/suggest positive thoughts and feelings

Conclusion: it does work!                                                                        

But why?

This induction proceeds, as I mentioned, like any eye-fixation induction might.  The goal of an eye-fixation induction is to wear out the muscles controlling eyelids and eye movement; making it all the more enjoyable to close the eyelids when directed.  When this induction first became popular, it was far more common to carry around pocket-watches, so it did not seem nearly as bizarre or kitschy back then as it does to us now.

Masumi giggled.

Mr Rogers sure was silly, inviting her over for the evening, when his wife was away on business!

Didn’t he realise she’d know he was up to no good? Ah well, best go round there and tell it to him straight. She knew he fancied her, but he was a married man, and he had to be faithful!

Besides, she’d just broken up with a long term boyfriend, and- wait…when had she done that? *Why* had she done that?

Masumi giggled again, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers as she read the email from Mr. Rogers again.

It was funny, he’d sent her three, maybe four (was it even more?) emails over the past few weeks, and she’d read them all, even despite the weird flickering that had started right after she’d opened the first message.

Masumi had to admit, Mr Rogers was kinda hot, in an older-guy kind of way. Maybe she’d give him a chance tonight. Or at least a tease. She’d wear one of her favourite sexy dresses, just to show off what he could have won.

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I managed to keep from staring, there was a lot to look at between her short skirt and her plunging neckline. She offered me a ride home and I began to pack my books up as she went into the kitchen. When she came out I was surprised to see her carrying two glasses of wine, drinking from one.

“I can catch the bus,” I said, figuring if she was drinking then it would be better to go home that way. Besides, I realized, who’d watch Kevin if she drove me home?

She pressed a glass into my hand and smiled, “No dear. I said I’d pay you for a full night, it’s not fair that you have to cut your time here short just because my date went badly. Let’s just enjoy this one drink, then you can go home at full pay.”

I nodded, grateful. Money was tight and with the semester almost done my TA job was at an end until September, getting paid for the full night was definitely worth a drink. 

She watched as I sipped the wine, “So dear are you looking forward to going back home?”

I shrugged, “Yeah, sort of. I wish I could afford to stay here. Back home’s a small town, I got used to all the exciting things the city offers.”

The fact that my high school boyfriend had just dumped me after six months of a long distance relationship and was already back home dating my high school best friend also made going back to the small farming community an unpleasant prospect. 

Ms. Simmons nodded, “I remember college, learning all sorts of new things. Experimenting to figure out who I was. I could see how it would be hard to go back to a small town. Especially after the city, where there’s always something happening. Always something going on. Even if it tires you out, there’s always something to keep your attention and focus.”

I nodded, “Exactly. I mean last night I was at a concert and it wasn’t a fiddle concert and it wasn’t in a barn.”

The older woman laughed. I took another sip of the wine. It was good, though I did not know much about wine. She smiled at me and I decided to sit down for a moment in one of the chairs. She sat across from me, watching me.

“So you were out late last night, you must have been tired this morning?” she said.

It was true, I had been and truthfully still was. At the mention of being tired I stifled a yawn. 

Ms. Simmons saw. “It’s good that you’re sitting down. You look so tired, like you could just drift off to sleep. Sleep. Wine helps you to relax too, take another sip. Do you like the wine dear?” 

I nodded as I took a sip, a bigger one than I intended. It seemed like it was strong wine. My head was starting to spin as if I’d had several glasses. My face felt flush and my body warm. I noticed that she had been talking and I had not been paying attention.

“…and out. Good so much more relaxed, warm and relaxed. So sleepy and heavy, letting yourself go. Just sinking back into the chair, allowing the wine to relax you, relaxing you deeply down.”

I was about to set the wine down, as the glass suddenly felt very heavy, but she leaned forwards and tipped it up bringing it to my lips. I drank the rest and she took the glass from me, smiling at me as I sank back into the comfortable chair. She sat back down, still talking. I thought I heard her mention something about the wine and a drug but by then I was barely listening. Or rather I was not paying attention but listening very closely.

Every word she spoke seemed to make me heavier, and I tried to move my hands, tried to sit up or say something but all I did was sit and listen. Soon my eyes became heavy and my eyelids slid closed. I slept for awhile as she spoke.

When my eyes opened again Ms. Simmons smiled at me, “Good Girl. I’m glad we had this talk. Now crawl towards your Mistress.”