Red Riot West

One of the things that I promised during the “Setting Your Subjects Up for Success” class I taught at NEEHU8 was that I’d be sharing around my outline so that people could fill in any gaps, didn’t have to frantically take notes, etc. So, for your perusal, here’s my outline for that class! I hope folks find this helpful. If you’ve got any questions (or want me to teach this class at your local hypno group!!) please do send them my way!

A huge thanks to @soundshypnotic for demo-bottoming, and everyone who let me bounce ideas off them for this class, and/or planted these ideas in my head in the first place, including but not limited to @ellaenchanting, @tennfan2, @soundshypnotic, and @zanythoughts!

EDITED 7/20/17 after presentation at Entranced 3 (with new, more demo-ful format and double plus good demo bottoming from @ellaenchanting​).

EDITIED 2/28/19 after presentation at @nychpnokinkgroup with the excellent @ab0ut—blank

They say that a truly great artist can see the sculpture inside the stone, and Ashley--petite, willowy blonde Ashley, who had pale twiggy arms and long gangly legs and who looked so utterly unassuming that virtually nobody saw her as anything even approaching a threat--Ashley definitely saw the slave waiting inside her new roommate Rebecca. It was just a question of finding the patience to carve away everything unnecessary, one chip at a time until Rebecca knelt at her feet and begged to obey… and Ashley had always been good with patience. Or at least with persistence, which was close enough when it came to getting what she wanted.

She began with the very simplest of tasks, creating an environment of open and unabashed sexuality in their apartment. Ashley made sure to give every handsome man they saw on television or in magazines or online a playfully raunchy comment of his very own, murmuring it in a low conspiratorial tone that made Rebecca feel like they were sharing a little secret between just the two of them about desires that might otherwise go unspoken. It took only a few days before she was replying with an innuendo of her own, and Ashley's enthusiastic responses encouraged her to be privately lewd in a way that eroded the boundaries of propriety so quickly the brunette didn't even have a chance to question it.

Ashley began to create more and more opportunities for those kinds of conspiratorial comments, gradually turning up the heat on her media consumption until everyone Rebecca saw was a walking advertisement for sex and seduction. She began to 'unthinkingly' caress herself while she watched, allowing Rebecca to catch her in outfits that were more and more revealing and situations that were more and more overtly teasing without ever letting the simmering atmosphere spill over into outright sexuality. That process took longer, a few months perhaps, but by the end of it there was nothing Ashley could say that would shock or even surprise Rebecca. Men, women, and anyone on the gender spectrum in between, all of them became mere objects of desire in the space Ashley and Rebecca shared together.

There were other little tasks Ashley attended to during that time--subtly discouraging Rebecca from forming her own social networks, gradually eroding her expectation of privacy and interrupting her furtive efforts to masturbate, softening her cultural attitude to intoxicants--but none of them interfered with the primary goal of making sure Rebecca was wet and horny all the time and didn't care if Ashley knew it. Once she caught her roommate sitting on the couch with a glassy look in her eyes and her fingers openly rubbing away between her legs, Ashley knew the time was right for the next stage. It still didn't involve sex. But Ashley knew exactly what she was doing. She began acting casually intimate, caressing shoulders and squeezing hands and slowly chipping away at the entire notion of personal space until Rebecca thought of touch as just another part of the language of friendship between them.

And then finally, after six months of lust and intimacy and desire that had finally gone from a simmer to a rolling boil, Ashley took a look at her stoned and horny roommate, now completely uninhibited about rubbing her pussy right in front of Ashley, and said, "You know, I could take care of that if you like." There wasn't enough left of the old Rebecca to be embarrassed by the offer, and soon she was flat on her back with Ashley down between her thighs, two fingers in her cunt and a tongue flicking away at her clit until she came herself stupid. That wasn't the end of Ashley's plan… but it was the end of the beginning, at least.

And as they covered much the same area I thought I should FAQ them.

If your hypnotist…

Did something they knew you didn’t want

Did something you had told them you didn’t want to try

Told you they would do something and actually did something else

Told you they would take a trigger out and didn’t

Put suggestions in designed to increase their control without discussing this with you

Put suggestions in designed to stop others being able to give you tranceplay without discussing this with you

Knowingly pushed your hard limits

Ignored your safe word

Did something to prevent you giving your safe word

Then YOU ARE NOT A BAD PERSON TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, END THE SESSION, RESIST, OR BREAK THE SUGGESTION.

What has happened, in fact, is that THEY HAVE TRIED TO PULL SOME SERIOUS SHIT ON YOU.

“Good morning, Donna,” Mister Messina said, greeting his employee with a cheerful wave as she let herself into the coffee shop through the side door and went around behind the counter. “And how’s my property today, mm?” Donna froze for a moment, her eyes glazing over as his question slipped past her conscious mind and connected with a portion of her personality carefully sequestered away from her waking awareness. It found a response that she was supposed to give to a question like that, and prompted her mouth to open and reply without ever stirring any of the inconvenient thoughts that might disrupt her blissful sense of fulfillment with her boss.

“Property doesn’t wear panties,” she said, her waking self instantly dismissing the phrase as a nonsense in-joke between her and her employer. She’d been working for Mister Messina at Grounds for Action for almost two years now, opening the store with him before the first customer walked in and staying late to close, and they’d developed a number of little private sayings and playful banter that none of their upscale clientele would ever understand. That was why she only ever said them when it was just the two of them like this, and why she dismissed them from her mind as quickly as she said them. She had important jobs to do, after all, like stocking the cups and sweeping the floors and grabbing the counter with both hands before thrusting her ass as far out as it would go so Mister Messina could inspect his property.

Her eyes glazed over again, and then again and again as she felt him flip up her skirt and inspect her slick, sopping cunt with his fingers. Every time, Donna went through the same cycle of recognizing the pleasure, becoming slowly aware of the source, realizing she was hypnotized to forget, and emptying her mind of all knowledge of what was currently happening to her below the waist. The repeated loops of astonished awareness and obedient vapidity fractionated her consciousness in mere moments, so that after only a few minutes of being groped and fingered Donna stared straight ahead in blank, fascinated rapture. She didn’t know she was being touched. She didn’t know anything.

“That’s my good property,” Mister Messina purred, pulling his cock out of his fly and pushing into her from behind. Donna never thought twice about how early she arrived in the morning for her shift, or about why it always took them so long to get ready. She only knew she was happy to come to work each day and do her best for the boss she adored so much. The half-hour he spent before the coffee shop opened railing her wet pussy simply slipped past her waking awareness and into the deep, blissful void of pleasure at the bottom of her mind. Donna let it tumble away. She didn’t need to think about it, not when forgetting made her cum so very hard. “Is my property ready to work hard for its owner?”

Donna grunted, drool dripping on the counter as she stared out onto the empty street outside without really seeing it. In a few minutes, she’d wipe up that same drool without ever considering its source. “P-property obeys,” she moaned, grinding back on Mister Messina’s cock until he spurted a load of thick, sticky jizz into her needy cunt. He pulled out, she straightened up, and without even a casual awareness of the semen leaking down her thigh, Donna’s day finally began.

helpful partners always love to lend a hand 🤚 🌀

based on an old post from hypnoticdom1 because it’s hot af and I can’t get it out of my head 🥵

"Now here, ladies and gentlemen, is what's colloquially referred to as the cunt--a little wider, please?" Madison numbly spread her legs further apart in response to Doctor Knightley's tapping gesture, her brain crawling with embarrassment at the detached curiosity in the eyes of the small group of onlookers. They weren't seeing her as a person, only as a body to be examined and studied and oh fuck practiced on, and Madison could already feel herself retreating deeper and deeper into dissociation as her former medical professional and current owner tapped her again with the vibrator, directly over her clit, to direct his audience's attention before continuing.

"Now obviously you know the ostensible purpose of the vagina from your more… conventional medical studies," he chuckled, drawing a few nervous smiles from the group, "but in addition to its reproductive purposes the cunt is tremendously useful as a tool of control. It's the most sensitive region of the body, with millions upon millions of nerve endings in a relatively tiny anatomical area, which means it can be used to stimulate intense pleasure. And as we've discussed in my first lectures, one of the fundamental principles of operant conditioning is that rewards are always more potent than punishments. Madison, if you could just hold your ankles for me?"

She complied, just as he knew she would, her eyes dull and vacant as she held herself in an even more helplessly exposed position for the edification of the half-dozen or so doctors her owner had recruited into his secret inner circle. They would all study his techniques, she knew, learning by example from her subjugated mind and trembling, desperate body exactly how to turn their own patients into slaves, and Madison wished she could even find it in herself to despair at that but all she could think about right now was the vibrator pressing down directly over her clit and what it would feel like if Doctor Knightley turned it on. "As you can see, this one's very responsive," he murmured, and Madison tried and failed not surge with arousal at his praise.

"As you can see, I'm not rewarding her for compliance," Doctor Knightley went on, keeping just enough pressure on the stubby purple wand to ensure that Madison was always maddeningly aware of its presence against her skin. "Intermittent rewards are always more effective than consistent rewards--that's the jackpot effect we discussed--so I gave Madison a lot of pleasure early on when I was first training her into obedience and now that we've tapered off a bit it makes her that much more eager to earn my favors. She's being silent for the purposes of this lecture, but I guarantee you that in her head she's simply begging me to turn this thing on." He chuckled again, and Madison was acutely aware of the tiny trickle of moisture leaking down her perineum at the notion of being so completely and thoroughly trained.

It somehow made her even wetter to know that even when he explained exactly what he was doing, even when he detailed it for a crowd of men and women in detached and clinical tones, Madison still couldn't resist it. She could feel her pussy starting to drool, embarrassing her with its desperation to cum, and she found that she only sank deeper into dissociated trance when Doctor Knightly parted her labia with two fingers and said, "Now to get into more precise and anatomical aspects of control…." He'd made her too weak to fight him. And Madison now craved that exact weakness.