Disclosure: contains hypnotic language which may trance some people.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

New torture

He can look but can't touch.

“I bought you favorite snack,” Athena said to Her Subject. “A whole case of it.”

Athena was puzzled why Her Subject winced.

“What do you mean you can’t eat them?” Athena didn't quite understand.

“Oh, there is a post-hypnotic suggestion preventing you from eating them? That I forgot to cancel?”

“I don’t remember that at all. Are you sure? If you say so.”

“You are asking me to cancel it?”

“I’m adding it to the repertoire to torture you with.”

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Simple formula


Here is a simple formula.

D/s = Athena(i) and Her Subject(i)

That is, the dominant / submissive dynamic is the result of Athena’s and Her Subject’s interest levels. When both interest levels are high, of chance of it happening is good.

The formula can apply to any particular kink/fetish.

Kink = Athena(i) and Her Subject(i)

We can also rewrite it as:

Dominatrix = Athena(i) and Her Subject(i)

That’s it. Simple, right? But life has a way of complicating things.

Does the formula work? Maybe. But we know for sure that it can foretell failure. In other words, if we are both interested, there is no guarantee that any particular kink will happen. But we know for sure it will fade away if one of us loses interest.

Interest level cannot be quantified. We cannot assign a number to it.

To make things worse, our interest level changes all the time. Most of the time, we don’t even know if we are interested at all.

It’s a constant discovery process.

Let’s put the formula to the test.

Her Subject was bored. He wanted something to spice up their sex life. So he said to Athena, “Would you like to try something new? Maybe kinky?” Her Subject’s interest level was high.

Athena showed enthusiasm. “I’m all for it,” she replied. “What do you have in mind?” Her interest level was also high.

The formula does not guarantee success, but it reliably predicts failure. Lucky for Her Subject, for this particular instance, both of us had high interest levels. The chance of success was good.

Her Subject only needed to figure out what to do next. What was that "something new." The specifics. The simple formula couldn't tell him that.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Promise to keep him chaste

She promised to be his keyholder.

“No, you are not getting an orgasm tonight,” Athena said.

“You asked for it. You asked me to promise you to do as I pleased. You said that you will regret later, and no matter what, I cannot give in. I promised.”

“I’m tired. I have a headache. I just want to go to sleep. You will finish your chores then go to sleep.”

“Once I promised something, I don’t break it.”

“No, no way.”

“Ok, this weekend then, if I’m in the mood. Maybe. Now off to your chores. Then sleep.”

Monday, March 6, 2017

A domme doesn't have accidents

Athena can mute Her Subject any time at her will.

The children were already soundly asleep. It was late in the night. Private time for us.

Her Subject felt that Athena had been a bit careless with her power. Nothing major, but perhaps needed to hear how Her Subject was concerned.

“Earlier today, you accidentally triggered the Jedi Mind Trick during lunch. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, and like everybody else, didn’t notice. But it was effective. We probably shouldn’t do that kind of things in public, especially in front of children. I just want you to be more careful,” Her Subject said.

“I was fully aware what was going on,” was Athena’s reply.

***


The whole family went to the early morning show to see the latest Star Wars movie: Rogue One. It was a perfect sunny day to take a stroll to the restaurant afterward for lunch.

The children were a bit more unruly than usual. Athena was growing impatient. Not helping the situation, Her Subject had different opinions about the movie from Athena. While sitting down at the restaurant, he still wouldn’t let it go and fiercely trying to convince Athena his point of view. Both parents were busying passing out crayons to settle down the children while hotly contesting their opinions. Neither one were giving in.

Suddenly Her Subject found himself unable to speak. A big juicy hamburger was stuffed in his mouth, effectively gaging him. It was delicious too. Everyone was happily eating their meals. Her Subject must have spaced out. He felt a little dizzy.

He wanted to ask happened, but the thought of talking seemed so tiring. It was just too much effort to talk. It was so tiring trying to remember what happened. He felt that he had something to say. Something he felt passionate about. But he had forgotten what it was. He wanted to ask Athena what they were so passionately conversed earlier. But the effort was insurmountable. He couldn’t overcome it. He wanted to take the easy way out. He gave up. He’d rather enjoy the nice weather and his food. He treasured his own silence while finishing up the delicious hamburger.

***


Shortly after sitting down for lunch, Athena had enough of Her Subject arguing with her. Putting on a smiling face to settle down the children, she hid the fact that she was deeply annoyed. In the same motion passing out crayons to the children Athena triggered the Jedi Mind Trick. Since it was a hand gesture without instruction, the effects were amnesia and mindlessness.

It was superbly subtle. No one noticed it. Her Subject was sure the Jedi Mind Trick gesture was purely an accident. He reminded himself to talk about it with Athena later; asking her to be more careful in the future. He then let the effects to overtake him. Her Subject became mindlessly vacant. Athena ordered food for everybody.

***


“I thought we talked about it already. Triggers are supposed to work only when I feel private and safe. Not at any time. I did not mind what happened today. But it shouldn’t have had happened and I don’t know why the trigger worked,” Her Subject was a little disturbed.

“You said that this trigger would work anytime. You agreed to it,” Athena reminded him.

“I don’t remember,” Her Subject said.

“It doesn’t matter. You said it would work all the time, any time. I prefer it to work all the time. We are not modifying it.” Athena then snapped her fingers putting Her Subject to sleep thus ended the discussion.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

A child’s wisdom

No pet at the end of this leash.

What do they teach in kindergarten nowadays?

When we were at that age, Apple Computer did not exist.

TV had three channels.

Disco was all the rage.

The other day, our kindergartener Emma wrote series of instructions navigating a mouse through a maze to get his cheese on the computer. "We learned that in school."

Trying to solve a piece of puzzle in life, Emma had this to say, “Daddy, why does mommy always tell you what to do and you always do what she says?”

“No, don’t tell me. Oh, I know. Because you love each other.”

Emma showed satisfaction after solving the puzzle.

We work long and hard to afford their tuition. Perhaps it’s paying off.

While we were driving, Emma saw neighbor’s dogs and cats wondering around. She said, “If I see a stray boy, can we take him home and be my pet?”

“I will love him and feed him.”

“Of course pet can’t sleep in my room. Maybe in the kitchen. We need to buy him a basket to sleep in.”

“If he behaves well, I’ll allow him to sleep in my room. On the floor.”

“Please daddy? If we see a stray boy?”

Now we are not so sure the school is teaching properly.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

How to turn her into a dominatrix


Many men wondered if there are levers to pull to turn her into a dominatrix. A simple flip of a switch and voila, the dominatrix of your dream.

Chances are, there are switches and levers. But they are not obvious, visible, or intuitive. Don’t bet on them to be simple either. And that’s the rub, isn’t it?

For a naturally dominant woman, it won’t work that way. She doesn’t like her lever pulled or her switch flipped at the whim of another person. If anything, she wants to be the one pulling the levers. That’s what makes her dominant.

For a naturally submissive woman, the lever may be missing. There is no amount of effort can get her into any resemblance of a dominatrix. Forcing her out of her natural self may only drive her mad, if not away. Nevertheless, there is hope of her being a desirable service top, and that’s a good thing too. A service top is what many men want anyway.

Most women are in the middle between the extremes of dominant or submissive. That’s bad news for men looking for dominatrices. But there is good news too. If willing to put in some effort, chances are good in molding her into the dominatrix of your likings. Just need to find the right levers, switches, or buttons, and then learn how to operate them.

In another word, the human psyche can be programmed. One only needs to understand the interface. At least that’s what many hypotheses suggest.

The trouble is that most people don’t learn the interface, or they learn the wrong things and make a mess of things. It’s not all their fault really. There is simply not a lot of good information out there. Universities don’t offer majors in turning women into dominatrices. No funds or grants pour into such researches. The most available resources are badly written or plainly wrong flooding the Internet. And this may be one of them on both accounts: badly written and plainly wrong.

Her Subject is willing to put his thoughts to test. He recalled that many dominatrices advised against this. Don’t treat women like “kink vending machines.” He couldn’t agree more. Don’t treat women like that, at least not initially. Not until discovering that the potential is there, and after she agrees to be one. Then program the kink machine and calibrate her to your heart’s desire.

There are good information out there, if the woman is open to be a dominatrix and willing to put in some effort to give it a try. Plenty of Femdom blogs, books, and forums offering advice. There are even meetings, munches, and classes she can attend to if inclined so.

But what if she doesn’t want to put in any effort into it? She refuses to do any research on her own. When it’s done and organized for her, she won’t touch it. No interests in interacting with any kinkster neither online nor in person.

Is it still possible to turn her into a dominatrix?

Her Subject thinks so. This is his blog and discoveries in his attempt. To turn Athena into a dominatrix without any effort on her part. Or at least making her feeling effortless.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Wife whipping husband

Bullwhip without cracker/popper
We felt perhaps it was time to try the single tail in the bedroom.

The shape of the whip is tapered. The diameter decreases smoothly from the handle to just a few sawing threads at the cracker end. As the diameter decreases the energy travels down the whip gets more and more concentrated. The whip moving speed accelerates as well. When the whip cracks, the cracker can travel exceeding the speed of a bullet. The loud pop is the sonic boom when the cracker breaks the sound barrier.

The power and the danger thrilled Her Subject.

To start, Athena tried to make a few loud cracks without hitting anything. Only a few successes. As short as the 4-foot whip was, it was hitting the wall, the ceiling, the ceiling fan, or other pieces of furniture in the room. A few time she managed to crack the whip, it was devastating. To be safe, the crack happened perhaps 4 feet or more away from Her Subject. The cracking sound was aimed toward his ear, and it thunderously echoed in the room. Her Subject flinched at each successful crack nervously. Not able to see the whip behind him, the cracks felt dangerously close to him. It felt like riding a roller coaster: terrifying yet addicting. The whip is loaded with real lead inside. It can easily break bones.

“Ok, let’s start brushing me gently to gauge the right distance,” Her Subject instructed Athena. “Really really slow and gentle. Don’t hurt me yet.”

Athena did as told. The whip landed gently on Her Subject’s back then wrapped around him hitting his stomach. The whip could not have moved any slower or softer, but when the cracker hit his stomach it stung a little bit. Not too much. Felt like a papercut. “Wow,” Her Subject exclaimed, “Where the whip landed on my back it felt nothing more than a tickle. Actually felt rather good. But then when the whip got around it stung a little bit. In that few short inches the energy got really concentrated. We can’t have the whip wrap my body like that and hit my abdomen. Slowly back away until we find the right distance.” Athena backed all the way against the wall and the whip was still wrapping around the body. “We need a shorter whip,” Her Subject sighed. But not willing to give up just yet, “Let’s try without the cracker.”


Whip crackers/poppers. They can do
some real damages.
So off with the cracker. The whip was barely short enough not to wrap around Her Subject’s body. Athena waved the whip around gently to get the hang of it. It was very tickling.

“You can use a little more force now, just a little.” Her Subject daringly asked.

The next swing produced a loud pop. It was just as deafening as a cracking pop and echoed, except it wasn’t a whip crack. Her Subject was hit good and hard. Athena startled and froze up. Her jaw dropped unsure what to do next. “Yikes!!! That really hurt!!!” Her Subject groaned.

“Are you ok? I moved only a tiny bit faster,” Athena was worried.

“Really?” Her Subject replied in disbelief. “I thought you gave it all your might on that one. Seriously, you just gave it a tiny bit more? Wow. We really have to be careful. It was loud too.”

“Let me run upstairs real quick to check on the children. Make sure they are still asleep.” Athena left in a hurry. The children weren’t disturbed. Worried about Her Subject, Athena wasn’t sure if we should continue.

“I think that was just about the right force,” Her Subject said. “Let’s do fifty lashes as we planned. I can take it.”

Athena sighed with relief. Maybe even grinned a little bit. “Sure, be happy to. Just say stop and walk away if you want to stop.” In less than a minute it was done.

“I think that went well for the first time,” Her Subject said. “I still felt the whip was too long and could easily hit my stomach. Not safe enough. Let’s get a shorter whip before we do this again. You do want to do this again, right?” Her Subject didn’t want to impose anything that Athena didn’t want to do.

“Of course. I’m all for it. I felt so natural, as if I was meant to do this. It was a lot of fun. You are all red. Are you sure you are ok?”

“It did hurt a little bit, but I don’t feel it anymore. You could hit a bit harder next time.” Her Subject acted it out like it was nothing. In reality, the sting stayed with Her Subject for the next few days.