#scene report

I ran into her Dom on the con floor and we made conversation, at first about other things, but then I mentioned to him that I felt awkward about approaching her. So awkward that I made a really awkward joke at him. But he seemed determined to help me out. The grin on his face when he said he'd message her to come over. Best wingman ever.

We went to her room where I explained my idea to her. Light, romantic gaslighting with making out. She was thrilled and we spent a significant amount of the negotiation time just sharing and getting to know each other. I confessed that I felt insecure and joked that I was determined to fight it with preparation. She was impressed and I decided to show her my notes. So this is how she agreed to let me hypnotise her with that "script" to give her some amnesia for the scene.

We sat next to each other on the bed, my notes open on my lap, and I looked at her, yearning to kiss her, in awe of her beauty. She stared at me, and I naturally transitioned into an eye-fixation induction. One finger under her chin, watching her eyes blink and go glassy. And that is the first time I ever read from a script as a hypnotist. (Sorry Wiseguy, but I did really think this one through, and I wanted to get it right.) 

"Have you ever noticed how a hypnocon creates this almost liminal space? We don't sleep enough, we drift in and out of consciousness, and we spend time doing such unbelievable things, it's like we exist outside of reality. I would like you to embrace this unreal feeling while we are in this hotel room together. Later, when the con is over and you look back on this scene, I would like you to remember it as if it was a dream, easy to distinguish from reality, in hindsight. But right now, we're in the middle of it, and it all feels so real, so visceral, a little more intense than real life even. In this liminal space, anything is possible, because you're a little more suggestible and you don't realise that you're dreaming and your imagination is on my side, helping me make the fantasy feel more real. It might be useful for you to forget about certain things during this scene. It's so easy to take those forgettable things and put them away, out of reach. You've done this amnesia thing before and you're so good at it. And then later, when you look back on this scene like a dream, you can remember those things I've asked you to forget, and it will make the memory more enjoyable. Now, for this scene, right now, in the dream, soon you will wake up. And you will feel like I've made you forget something. It's that familiar feeling you get when something has been done with amnesia, and it's paired with some curiosity. You want to know what I've made you forget, and you know that the point of the scene is you figuring it out. Take a deep breath, take your time to process all of that, I'm just going to let you be here for a moment and you can wake up in your own time, whenever you're ready to begin."

I backed away to let her wake up, and to put my notebook away. I was feeling a little shy, because I didn't know what effects my suggestions would have on her, so I didn't make eye contact. But she crawled towards me on the bed.

"Nath, I feel like you did something. Like there's a hole in my memory."

I turned to her and put my arm around her. Fuck, she was cute. I grinned. "Well, we already knew that you're really good at amnesia, didn't we?"

She giggled and agreed with me. We made out on the bed for a while, I wanted to taste her lips and let her stew in that feeling for a while. So between kisses, I asked her: "So, do you think this is our first date?"

There was confusion in her big, beautiful eyes as she stared at me. "Well, yes?"

I laughed unabashedly at my silly scheme. "Oh, you! You're even better at amnesia than I thought! You remember nothing of our relationship? None of the conditioning?"

"Conditioning?" She frowned with a hint of worry.

"Yes, conditioning, silly girl!" I groped her back, feeling for sensitive pressure points. "Otherwise, how would I be able to do this?"

She shuddered with a sudden burst of arousal. I found a good spot. And the cognitive dissonance did the rest. "If this was our first date, just touching your back wouldn't have effects like this, would it?" I laughed out loud. "Can you imagine this happening when a stranger accidentally bumps into your back?"

She was shivering and gasping with pleasure now, it was almost too intense for her to laugh at the silly idea that this was our first date.

I massaged her up to what certainly sounded like some kind of climax and as she laid back, catching her breath, I asked her: "Do you remember the first time I did that? On that hot summer day?"

She smiled dreamily. "Yeah, I think I do remember…"

My heart skipped a beat. I gave her a naughty look. "See? it's coming back to you." I beckoned her. "Do that thing I always like you to do. You know."

"Yes!" And she enthusiastically pounced me and started to kiss my neck while grinding into me. Good guess, I thought to myself as I indulged in the lovely kisses and gropings she gave me.

But my insecurities got the better of me. I felt like I had milked this idea for all it had. "Good Girl." I started to coax her. "You know so well what I like. You know so well that I like it when you sink into trance for me. You are so good at going into deep trance for me. Good Girl." And I held her close as she slumped into me.

I repeated some of the phrases and ideas from the initial trance, that she would look back on this and remember what she had forgotten, and that would enhance the good memories. And I helped her wake up fully.

She rubbed her forehead for a second as she processed what had happened. Then she glomped me, exclaiming: "You are amazing! That was awesome!"

I blushed, hugging her.

“May I hypnotise you?"

My partner and his partner make encouraging noises. He got the first and most important step right. I'm giddy with anticipation because I don't know if I'm going to have to coach him through it by being superhelpful and willing, or if he's going to prove himself to be a naturally talented hypnotist.

"Please, give me your hands. I'm a little nervous, so I'm just going to sit here and talk to you, and that will calm us both down…"

As he keeps on talking, he holds my gaze the same way he holds my hands, tenderly but intensely intimate. This is the stuff I fear when I say forced eye-contact is a limit for me, the inescapability of it. The way I have to open up and just return the look, surrendering. That stuff is scary, and he takes me there with ease.

"I'm going to count from 20 down to 0 and with each count you'll close your eyes and then open them again. With each count it will become harder to keep your eyes open. When we reach 0 you will be in a deep trance. Let's begin with 20."

I close my eyes on the count. My focus narrows, I'm forgetting about our partners watching us. I'm listening, waiting for him to let me know that I can open them again.

"You can open your eyes. I'm going to take you by the hand and lead you into trance. I noticed your breathing as you closed your eyes. You're relaxing already. 19."

The blissful darkness shields me from his gaze, but only for a moment. Every count I feel my shoulders slump, but my hands are comfortable inside his. Every time he tells me I can open my eyes, it's a gentle command and after a few times I follow his rhythm, like a dance.

"Imagine I'm guiding you down the stairs. 15."

He describes the stairs in the building in comforting detail. When I open my eyes again, my vision is getting blurry. I know that light feeling in my forehead so well. I'm dropping like a stone and we're not even at 10 yet.

"It's dark downstairs and I'm guiding you to a place you can sit down, sink down. 12."

Dimly, I remind myself that I should compliment him on his patter. I can tell that my mouth has sagged open just a bit. But I have no urge to correct it or wipe away the impending drool. I'm just following, listening, opening my eyes when he tells me to. And closing them again on the next count.

"Look at me when you open your eyes. I'm with you, keep on following me down. 7."

I try to aim my unfocused eyes at his face using mostly my neck. A part of me is proud of my hypnotised zombiestare, and wonders what my partner thinks of it. But the rest of me hangs onto his every word, attentive and compliant.

"I can see that it's hard to open your eyes now. We're almost there. 2"

My mind has grown so quiet now that there is only his words, the buzz in my head and the arousal between my legs. Nothing else.

"And there you are. 0. Deeply hypnotised."

I didn't think I could drop any deeper, but apparently my body has even more slump in it. I'm drowsily aware that he's half-heartedly making it easy for me to return to this place with him. The memory is framed and stored in my mind for later use, despite the flustered hesitation in his patter.

"And now as I count down to 1 you can wake up again. 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1."

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When she knocked on the door, I had just put my black underwear back on, and he went over to open door for her, dressed in his boxers only.

"How are you doing, Sir?"

His only reply was a blushing invitation to join us on the bed, and I quietly basked in the happy looks they exchanged.

"And how are you, My Lady?"

It made my heart flutter in my chest. I answered by pulling her in for a kiss.

"That's a very pretty bra." He remarked as he sat on the bed with us.

"Yes, it is!" She admired it for a second, touching the pretty lace and tassel. Then she looked at him. "But you had already seen it, right?"

I gave her a meaningful look and dropped into my bedroom voice. "A succubus doesn't wear clothes. She doesn't need that."

It made him shiver. Softly, with his eyes downcast, he said: "She's very powerful."

We both looked at him, and whereas I was amused, she seemed surprised, as if she had never seen him like this before. Which made sense.

I reached out to touch his hair. "You're still under my spell, silly boy."

He let his head rest in my hand. "Yes, I just can't resist…"

"I know the feeling…" I buried my hand in his hair and pulled his head backwards. His eyes rolled up and that look on his face, that empty look, sent a hot flash into my crotch.

Beside me, she gasped. This was exciting to all three of us. 

I relaxed my grip on him and helped him sit up straight. "You're awake. It's easy to wake up and be in the now, here on the bed, with your Good Girl and me."

He sighed and smiled at me. Then he glanced at her. "She is such a Good Girl, isn't she?"

"Thank you, Sir."

I turned to look, and she was blushing, suddenly aware that we were both eyeing her.

His mouth curled up into a grin. "Mantra."

Instantly, her eyes changed, unfocused, as she seemed to freeze in place. Her mouth opened and words fell out, in a hypnotic rhythm, such a clear cadence: "I have no thoughts. I have no will. I must obey."

My breath hitched. Hot thrills made me shiver at the sight of her like that. This is the stuff I look for in hypnoporn. And here she was, doing it on command. Why had I never thought of that?

"What did you make me do?" She asked him, pointing at my reaction.

He grinned, satisfied with himself.

I gaped at them. "Oh my god, boy! She doesn't remember?"

His grin turned smug. "Not until I tell her to." He waggled his eyebrows at me. "Shall I?"

With effort, I closed my mouth and swallowed, not knowing what to say. It was always lovely to see her hypnotically obey, but his smug, toppy face was relatively new to me. And I definitely wanted to see more.

He stroked her cheek. "Recall."

She blinked and then blushed. In an urge to hide her face, she hugged me.

I petted her hair and her bashfulness gave way to happy purring. I made eye contact with him, drawing his attention to what I was about to do. Then I grabbed her by the hair, much like I had just done to him, and made her look at me. "Hush, Lovely Thrall. There is nothing you need to say or think now. There is only my mesmerising eyes. Sink for me, fall under my power."

She was so beautiful when she fell into my eyes, her face turning slack, her eyes growing large and glassy, the weight of her body swaying in my grip. When I felt like she was ready, I pulled her hair towards the pillows and she fell into trance on the bed.

He inhaled sharply, crawling closer to her. "Your power is delicious…"

"You already knew that." I gave him a coy smile. Then I scooted closer to her as well, and in a light, chatty tone, I told her: "But it's time to wake up now! Open your eyes, Lovely Girl. You have company!"

She blinked and looked at both of us in turn, blushing again. "That was Not Fair! In a delicious way, My lady."

I smiled, pleased with the entire situation.

He poked her with his elbow. "Hey, you want to see her drop?"

I gave him a mock angry look. "Hey! That was for the succubus! Not for me!"

She perked up from the pillows, curious to see this.

"If it was not for you," he said with a grin, "it just won't work."

I opened my mouth to protest more, but I was too late.

"Faint."

The whole room seemed to lurch as I keeled over backwards. I'm not sure how long I lay there, dangerously close to the edge of the bed, but it couldn't have been long. The trigger was designed to work only for a few seconds. My head felt heavy, and I rubbed my face in an attempt to hide my blushing. I can't remember exactly what they said to each other, but I can imagine that they were commenting on my eyerolling or my floppiness. When I get dizzy like that, it's usually a big eyeroll.

"It works. Are you satisfied?" I muttered.

He grinned. "Are you?"

She was still lying on the pillows and she offered. "My Lady is just not used to being toyed and played with."

"Loop." He quickly commanded her.

Her movements and facial expression became blank and mechanical. "...being toyed and played with… being toyed and played with… being toyed and played with…"

I gasped at her as hot shudders ran through me. She continued endlessly. Speechless, I looked at him. 

"Unloop." He said with that same smug look to make her stop. "Damn, that one was well timed…"

I tried to waft myself some cool air with my hands. "I'll say…"

She looked at each of us in turn. "What? What did he do?"

"For fuck's sake boy!" I shook my head. "She doesn't remember any of your commands? How did you come up with that hot shit?" Profanity helps me express my feels, what can I say?

"She came up with it. I just enjoy the results." He chuckled.

She nodded. "It's true, I enjoy amnesia like this."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

She smiled. "I am curious what got you so hot and bothered."

I glared at him, dropping into a low, slow voice. "Give it back. You are still my thrall and I'm telling you to give it back."

His eyes grew bigger and he swallowed, caught in my eyes. "Recall," he said without being able to pull his eyes away to look at her.

I crawled towards him with a predatory look in my eyes. "You, boy, are incredibly…"

"Faint."

I regained consciousness with my face in the covers of the bed. As I rolled on my side, I grumbled: "I should have made some fucking triggers…"

"It seems like you're enjoying it, My Lady." She said cheerfully.

I looked at him, remembering previous times that he had been tranced out in my arms. I had seen him with our mutual girlfriend now, I had seen his Dominant Hypnotist side, and I wanted to see more of it. Also, this was just one of my favourite bedroom roleplay ideas… But he didn't seem to be very confident about switching with me.

"If I was a wizard summoning a succubus," he ruminated, "Why wouldn't l want to give in to her? Why would I struggle with her?"

"Because surrendering to her would cost you your soul," I explained. "You want to dominate her and make her your demon slave. Not become her mindless thrall."

"Both is good," he said jokingly. 

To stack the deck against me and give him more chance of coming out on top, he hypnotised me to make two spells he could use: Freeze and Faint. He had me stare at one of the candles he brought for the ritual circle and I fell quickly and easily under his sway. I can't remember exactly what he suggested, but I woke up feeling confident the spells would work.

When I asked if I needed to hypnotise him to give the succubus any seductive powers, he said that wouldn't be necessary, with a wink. Having heard something similar earlier that day, I smiled at the compliment. 

I disrobed completely to take on the role of the succubus, and he sat down in the summoning circle he'd made with candles to summon me, still fully clothed. 

"I summon thee," he chanted. "Come to me." 

Getting into the succubus headspace is… a process. I try to find my desire, my urge to grope, my bedroom voice and my confidence that once I turn you on, once I stare into your eyes and share my desire with you, you'll melt in my hands… Something like that. There's a bit of self-suggestion to it, like with all roleplay.

So I snuck up on him from behind, my hands all over him, my face close to his neck, threatening to lick or kiss or bite. "Why have you called me here, delicious morsel? What do you want from me?"

We embraced and kissed and he liked all of it, my claws, my bites, my hunger. He couldn't help staring at my naked curves, exactly as intended. I whispered to him, things like: "Do you even realise the danger I pose to you, mortal? Let me demonstrate my power to you, you will love every second of it as you become my mindless thrall." as I tried to remove his clothes and drag him to the bed. He moaned and struggled in my arms.

"Freeze." 

He disentangled himself from my claws and closed his pants again, as I stood there, trembling. I knew the trigger would wear off quickly enough, but I was impatient and it made me tremble. I was also surprised at how embarrassed I felt that it was working. I had never felt any shame about silly hypno or roleplay things with him before. Perhaps the succubus was embarrassed that the wizard managed to stop her? I decided to roll with that.

"You are a sweet, helpless mortal boy," I said when I could finally move again, a cheap attempt to hide how much my pride was hurt by the spell. I sat down on the bed and leaned back, displaying my bosom. "Surrender to me, and I'll give you pleasure like you've never felt before." I beckoned him, and he came closer, still staring at me. His hands reached out to touch me and I went back to feeling under his shirt. When I touched his erection through his pants, he jerked away.

"Faint." 

I flopped backwards onto the bed. For a long, paralysed moment, I couldn't tell which side was up. When I managed to compose myself, much of my lusty demon confidence was gone. "Perhaps we can work out a deal?" I gave him a naughty look. "Tit for tat? I have much to offer you, just tell me what you want."

"You might make a good sex slave," he replied, crossing his arms, standing a few feet from the bed.

"A slave?" I snorted indignantly. "You do not have the power to enslave me. Come here, boy. Touch me, let me enthrall you, let your lust..."

"Faint."

I woke up, splayed on the bed. In my mind, a succubus is an intensely emotional creature, so I veered up and walked towards him, glaring at him, showing my teeth. He stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

"That look in your eyes…" He uttered.

I cupped his jaw and grabbed him by the hair. "Give in to me, boy. You know you want me. You know that your flesh is weak. Your body yearns for my touch. Your cock aches to be inside me. Surrender to me, you…"

"Freeze." 

I expected him to back away, to step out of my grip. But my face was frozen in that look, and his eyes were helplessly drawn to mine. He squirmed, as if he realised that the spell would end soon, that he needed to free himself, but something was stopping him. His hands cupped my breasts, and he inched towards me without breaking eye contact.

We spent so much time together this weekend, I can only remember fragments…

I remember sending him a message instructing him to make me a cup of tea, ten minutes before I would head to his room. I didn't realise it might send him into a panic because the room had no kettle. When I waltzed into his room, he seemed small and frazzled. He spoke only when spoken to and walked with a bowed head. When I told him to use the coffee machine to make hot water, he sighed with relief and immediately complied. I had never seen him so submissive, nor had I expected it. But it delighted me.

I remember sitting there, fully clothed in my best outfit, in the seat by the window with my cup of tea, while he sat on the edge of the bed, almost naked. He had been on orgasm denial since January 1st and he would edge every day. I felt honoured that he invited me into this ritual, and his behaviour made me feel Dominant as fuck. So I told him to do what he always did, while he looked at me. I told him to focus on feeling that arousal and that frustration as he listened to me. And there he sat, entranced, wide eyed and frozen but for his hand, stroking slowly.

I remember whispering in his ear that a hypnotic orgasm would not break his streak, it wouldn't interfere with his denial. But it would please me. And my complete control over him in this moment meant that he couldn't stop it from happening, even if he wanted to. So he would simply have to come for me, helplessly succumb to me. I remember how he groaned…

But I also remember how we decided that it was his turn to dominate me. How he told me to sit right there and wait, and how I instantly shrank down to a submissive headspace. It's amazing how well we switch together.

I remember him hypnotising me into a wet, melted puddle, then waking me up again. We talked for a second, me sitting on the edge of the bed, him standing in front of me. He pushed me back with one finger in the middle of my forehead, making me flop into a deep trance on the bed. He took my wrists in his hands and pulled me back up, probably expecting that being upright would wake me up again. But my arms were limp in his hands, and my head lolled on my shoulders, mindlessly in trance.

I remember him taking a hat out of his luggage, and convincing me that the hat was a prototype that emitted white brainwaves, much like white noise. It was a brainwave cancelling hat. And the moment he placed it on my head, I was just gone. No thoughts, just nothing. Instantly.

I remember that he posed me, my arms in the air, and pretended that he would take my top off before dropping me again. I remember that he "teleported" me in the hopes of getting some kind of surprised reaction. I remember that he said something that he probably thought might scare me or worry me while I was mindlessly wearing the brainwave cancelling hat. He didn't seem to understand that I was feeling so obedient, that none of that gave me any feelings at all. If he ordered me, I would do it. I trusted him completely.

I'm walking on sunshine. It's not that I've never been in love before. But she's brilliant and beautiful and she likes what I like. Especially vampires. But being in love like that does make it hard to write a coherent scene report. So here are some fragments.

We both dressed up for the vampire hangout. And I mean, she dressed UP. Beautiful dress, wonderful makeup, and impressive high heels. It's such a thrill to stand on my tiptoes to kiss my girlfriend…

She marvelled at my fangs. She called me "My Lady" in a way that gave me butterflies. And she knelt beside my chair, staring up at me in mesmerised adoration. I petted her head and felt super protective, watching the room like a hawk. I wanted her to feel trancy and safe.

The way she trembled and gasped every time I touched the Mark I left on her neck... When we created it, I hypnotically reinforced that touching it would remind her that she is my thrall, feeling it ache a little was happy reminder of our bond, and I suggested she would have an unconscious urge to expose it when I was around, hoping for another bite. The special and intense feelings when I touched it, were made up spontaneously by her amazing brain.

We spent quite a bit of time with her staring mesmerised into my eyes, falling under my thrall, and I felt my heart swell as I saw her dark pupils grow bigger and her face grow softer. Her body compliant to my every direction and ministration, that's what it's like to be my thrall…

For the vampire class, I wanted to make a freeze trigger, so I could make her feel like I could teleport. She gave me a helpful smile and asked: "Would you like to freeze me with awareness of what happens, or would you prefer it if I forgot what happened while I was frozen, My Lady? I can do either." And she keeps bringing me things I can do to her like this on a silver platter. I am overjoyed!

But what really blew my mind was seeing the amazing things she could do at the command of our mutual play partner. One word and her eyes would go glassy as she huskily recited a mantra and instantly forgot about it. Such a hot, dreamy mantra, with such a clearly conditioned cadence. One word and she would repeat what she had just said, over and over, until she was freed from this strange timeloop with another command. Seeing her stuck and helpless like that, gave me hot flashes of arousal. And it made me want to make triggers with her.