The Captain's Quarters

Let’s see where this new direction takes things, shall we?

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Alright so, anyone who’s anyone knows what’s up with Tumblr. I’m going to be backing up everything and just leaving it as is. If my blog stays up, cool! Y’all are welcome to enjoy what’s here. Beyond that, I’ve decided I don’t care for supporting a platform that would make these kinds of decisions so I will be moving to a new platform as I suspect much of Tumblr’s porn community will be doing. It’s sad to see as I’ve made many many friends here and met some of the most amazing people who’ve touched on and improved my life in countless ways.

It does, however, mean a brand new and fresh start for us all! In the coming weeks and months, thing will appear to have crumbled. But I’ve seen communities like this one purged before and we always come back kicking. We want to fuck and no one is going to stop us! There will be dozens of alternatives, hits and misses, trials and errors. But in the end things will settle. We will make new friends and we will continue on and while it’s sad what we leave behind, I’m going to do my best to stay positive and keep having fun. As soon as kitten and I settle on new platforms and homes, you can be sure the updates will come rolling in here so y’all can still find us!

In the meantime, come hit us op on discord! https://discord.gg/rQu3qK

I’ve written before that I live for reactions. Nothing turns me on more than watching someone squirm, their face turn red and that embarrassed little smile that comes along with a soft, “oh…” when they realize how good they feel.

Which I suspect is one of many reasons I’ve always been drawn into hypnosis. Everything about a tranced face is just…. Perfect. The relaxed muscles, glazed eyes, slowed breathing, all of it. One of the best parts of working with someone new is learning their expressions and responses and reactions to trance (among other fun activities). The last seven months or so, I’ve had the pleasure of doing so with @blushing--kitten and watching someone explore and grow within her trance space is so wonderful to watch!

These days, she goes out pretty hard. Sometimes just from me standing over her.

But it took time to develop that kind of rapport.

We met at a local munch. Our group was doing announcements for our erotic hypnosis meetup and something about it caught her attention. She attended our event and we didn’t get to talk much. As time went on and we spoke more and developed a rapport, I got the opportunity to show and introduce her to more things. The night we had our first play date, we stood in the garage talking for a moment about what things I like about hypnosis. How could just trancing someone be arousing and satisfying to me, she wondered. I explained about the reactions and the intimacy. How the dance that happens within a hypnosis scene for me is practically intoxicating. She asked to see what her trance face looked like and I obliged.

She wasn’t impressed. Still guarded, learning and exploring trance. What her goals were, how much she was comfortable letting go and sinking, what things felt like. You can just see the little hint of the “oh this feels really nice” smile starting.

I have a tendency to do a lot of fractionation in my play. Not necessarily intentionally, but because I like interacting with my partner (which is a little harder to do in trance for most folks) and because, well, watching someone drop is just the best. Which naturally leads to a lot of random drops mid-sentence, objects and fingers becoming very distracting and exploration into exactly just what we can use to drop them.

We never did get to use that sharpie for its original intent this night, but it did serve a secondary purpose. Kitten tends to get rather distracted whenever something moves in front of her face (Like a kitten. Hmm…) and it’s really quite hard not to take advantage of that. One of the most wonderful things about developing a rapport with someone is watching them gain the trust and confidence to let themselves sink deeper over time. A lovely little eye flutter and eyeroll here was just the beginning of a very fun and very trancey kitten.

For me, applying hypnosis in an erotic context involves intense, intimate sensations. My favorite scenes I’ve been fortunate enough to have are the ones that soak up all the energy in the air into them. The ones that everything and everyone around disappears but the two of us. Being able to capture that feeling in just a picture is nigh impossible. There’s an invisible heat and vibration in the air. The heavy breathing, the trembles, the wavering focus and the palpable desire to just not have to think anymore….

Getting kitten to a point where things start to truly go quiet has been such a rewarding experience. I love being able to help someone get to that point and the absolute contentment of not having to be anything for even just a few moments. No more attempts to focus on anything else. Finally feeling comfortable just being in trance and enjoying what we do.

I love the different expressions and reactions. The feelings and thoughts you can read from them. A nervous glance, a light flush. And watching it all melt away with a touch and a word. And hypnosis just allows us to bring those out even more. 

I’ve spent the better part of two weeks staring at a blank google doc titled “MindQuake 2018”. We spent just a few days at @sfmindquake and not even in the two weeks since have I really been able to think of the right way to sum it all up. It feels almost like a disservice to put it that way, too. To “sum it up”. This was my first kink con after all. And hypnosis of all things. The fetish I’ve had since before I really understood what a fetish was. Not only that, but I had the privilege of presenting to a group of my peers. *Actual. Other. Hypnofetishists*. People who all understood. Talk about long overdue validation! Where I’ve come from, it’s been a kink I’ve always had to hold close to my chest. The idea of being able to sit down for dinner with a group of people I’ve never met on a Thursday night and have the conversations we had still seems unreal but I was there and it happened. But there was so much more.

Better still was getting to attend with both @mrssprinklepants and @blushing--kitten. This last year has been all over the place. None of us have escaped without at least a few scratches and we each had our moments where we learned how better to lean on one another. The things I learned between the classes were just as valuable as the ones in class. Though damn were those classes fantastic as well. It’s unfortunate that there’s no way to attend every class each time block. Friday was a whirlwind of ups and downs, as is probably to be expected for a bunch of first time con-goers. The first half of the day was spent wondering to myself why I’d decided it was a good idea to go all in and submit a class. But I wasn’t alone. I was grounded. I bounced back. The rest of the day was filled with fantastic insight and the opportunity to watch Kitten come into her own and volunteer to bottom for @hypnoobiwan in his interrogations class (which was a very fun class as a whole).

Saturday was the day. Actually waking up and not having to drive from home must have made some sort of difference. Starting the day immersed in it all was the best. Seeing our friends open and comfortable, everyone just being themselves. It’s a trip to see what a positive impact that has on people. At the risk of hyperbole, I’d say it’s a transformative experience on multiple levels. Kitten had the honor of doing more demoing for @hypnofan and @maziriansgirl and we sat down to get ready. Holy shit, I was actually going to do it. What the hell was I thinking? I looked at the schedule and saw my name and the feeling of seeing it there alongside the other *real* names. We ran over the details, who would demo what. What would we use, what things might come up. A regretful trip to the gas station nearby for lunch later, we grabbed our things and went to it. After, we got to share and chat with new friends. Later that day, sharing what a humbling experience it was came the words, “Congratulations! You’re one of us now”. That’s a pretty great memory to get to have.

So many lessons came from far too few days. An opportunity to sit down with @baronvvoltage and learn into the early hours of the morning how to safely approach and negotiate things we’ve been exploring. Gaining a deeper and better understanding of consent both from the amazingly put together event policy and now applying that to our own events back home. Learning that @sfhypno and @girlfurniture might well be the most adorable pair ever. The list goes on and on and somehow continues to grow as we put those lessons into practice.

I Fucked my wife last night.

“Big deal,” you might say. It’s not like that’s something worth posting to Tumblr. And yeah, you’d be right. But I didn’t just fuck her. I Fucked her. I don’t say it in the crude, basal sense like out of a 90′s teen comedy. It’s because that’s literally the only proper word for what happened.

Last weekend was MindQuake (which has posts of its own coming soon) and I had the pleasure of some really wonderful talks in the downtime between classes and parties. One such chat we discussed what it is to be a reaction junkie. I’d never thought to use those words before but as we talked I realized it’s the perfect way to describe what turns me on. I live for the reactions of my partner. 

I don’t get off on inflicting pain, I get off on hearing her whimper.

I don’t get off on just wrapping my fingers around your throat, I get off on feeling your muscles tense when I do.

I don’t get off on shoving my cock down your throat, I get off on seeing you look up at me a disheveled mess and still smiling at me.

I’ve had various struggles over the years coming to accept and learn parts of myself and my sexuality(a whole mess of its own). And there comes a certain peace with the affirmation and the acknowledgement that hey, it’s cool. 

Several days removed from the con, Princess (@mrssprinklepants) was still buzzing. She did have quite the fun time. So we got everything settled for the night and agreed to fool around a bit and see where things went. She’s had a fantasy for a while and we thought it would be fun to drop her into a trance and nudge her headspace that direction and help her feel out the best way to explore it.

This particular headspace had the completely intended side effect of making her squirm and let out some of the most delightful sounds and before I knew it, I was on top of her, whispering all the thoughts out of her head and filling it up with new ones. Making her need. Pulse. She smiled and her eyes lost focus, enjoying letting go.She slipped deeper and her muscles relaxed more. There was a disconnect right at the peak and I hard edged. That was a first. 

We’ve had hours long marathon sex sessions over the years (back when we actually had the energy and time) and going at a pace to draw out climax is something we’ve both known and enjoyed. Just pushing close to the edge and holding it there. But I have a whole new appreciation for denial play hitting that hard edge. There was tension and pressure. It builds and almost vibrates. Everything tensed. Princess woke a bit and we locked eyes. 

I was scrambling to decide what to do. Do we roll over and pull out toys to finish her off? Or do we figure something else out? Then those words, “reaction junkie”. The disconnect was when she went so deep her reactions were dulled. So why try to deny it anymore. In an instant, I leaned into the tension. There was a hunger there. Something really deep. Her lips curled up when she felt the heat and she egged it on, “Yeah”.

It had been a long ass time since I’d heard that much sex in her voice. It made me more hungry (which, looking back now is a word that I have never used to describe my libido and is such a trip). We were pressing into eachother again almost instantly and I still wanted more. We’ve done breast and nipple play over the years and Princess has become quite sensitive and when she offered, I bit. Hard. Not enough to draw blood or cause damage. That’s not something you do on the fly. You’ve really got to plan that out and take precaution. But I went as close as I could allow myself to get. Then again. Higher. Up to her neck. A trail of red and indented skin drawn up her chest. 

I like trying new things. And with that new movie hitting theaters last week, I thought it might be cool to see what fun we can have with the idea of an alien symbiote. The listener explores a series of hallways that culminates in a very interesting encounter. No lingering suggestions or triggers and the listener will be brought back awake at the end. Feedback very much always appreciated and make sure to send tons of love the way of @singlesenseaudio for not only putting out some awesome content but also helping me bring the vision for this file to life with editing wizardry!