Disclosure: contains hypnotic language which may trance some people.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

She granted Her Subject to speak freely

Amnesia rarely worked reliably. Her Subject always remembered afterward. Usually after a few short minutes. Perhaps a day or two later at most. On some other occasions, Athena gave the memory back shortly thereafter. Would he remember if she hadn’t given him back the memory? Who knows?

Hallucination never happened. Her Subject never saw anything changing color, disappearing, or appearing out of thin air.

Sensation play didn’t work either. “When I scratch my nose, your feet will feel tickled,” Athena suggested. “I didn’t feel anything” was Her Subject’s reply.

So when Her Subject said things against his own will, it was a thrill to both him and Athena. Neither of them could explain why something worked while others didn’t. Nevertheless they were happy to add this to their achievement list. 

It turned out to be the most agonizing and the most delicious feeling ever. However, it didn’t take more than a few days before he genuinely regretting it.
Zip it! No more whining!

Athena paralyzed Her Subject from the neck down. They gazed into each other lovingly. She caressed his body gently, moving her fingertips up and down. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and a few gentle strokes. He was hard and aching for more. “Feels nice huh?” Athena whispered. “Yes” he answered in a panting voice, excited and breathing hard.

Athena smiled lovingly. “More?”

In his mind, Her Subject answered “Yes. Please don’t stop,” and that was what his gray matter sent out to his body to do. But somehow, the signal transmission got jumbled. The wires got switched in several places. In the short distance between brain and mouth the message got rewritten. A different instruction was received and executed by the vocal cord. “Please stop,” Her Subject answered. “More time in chastity is fine.”

Immediate realized what had just happened, Her Subject was quick to shout out “That’s not what I meant.” He concentrated in visualizing articulating each word clearly in his head “Please don’t stop. Let me cum.” After several rehearsals in his head, he felt confident enough to say what he really meant. He mustered all his might to speak as rehearsed, but his body simply refused to cooperate. “What I really meant was I want more time in chastity! A lot more!” was said.

His heart raced. His throat dried. That was not what he wanted to say. Her Subject had never been more frustrated. “No no no no no…” he cried, “I didn’t mean to say that either. You have to understand…” He pretended to sob, hoping to earn some sympathy points. He even managed to squeeze out a drop of tear. “What I really want is…” but he dared not to finish the sentence fearing what the actual said words would have been.

For Her Subject was such a bad actor, Athena started giggling. She enjoyed the comedic situation. Then Athena pretended to be sympathetic in response to his pretended sobbing, “Oh my poor baby, what do you really want to say? Go ahead, try again.”

His Subject lowered his head and kept making sobbing noise.

“Having trouble saying what you really want? Isn’t this what you really want? You asked me to do this. Remember?” Athena reminded him that the whole thing was his idea.

“I know I asked. But only for a while, not forever. Please make this go away. Cancel this suggestion. I don't want to bottle this inside. I want to be able to express my true feelings again. This is terrible.”

Athena gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Oh my poor thing. And you are right, the fun is wearing out. Now fall deep asleep. Yes, like that. Now go deeper, deeper… so relaxed and peaceful…"

Her Subject’s frown relaxed. He looked peaceful. He fell deeply in hypnotic sleep. In a few seconds his face became mannequin-like: calm, plastic, and expressionless. His conscious had gone away completely.

Athena continued "Now service me orally in your deep sleep… yes, just like that. So obedient. I cancel the suggestion forbidding you to ask for sex. You may speak freely after you wake up. For now, lick me as you fall deeper and deeper…”

Athena unlocked Her Subject.
He got his freedom of speech back.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Wife cracking whips

Athena ignored Her Subject’s request to have any protective gear. The whips have never landed on Athena. Not once. Perhaps she is meant for this. She is quite comfortable wielding two whips simultaneously.
She specifically bought this shirt to tease Her Subject. The graphic is an ornate skeleton key design. To remind them both that she is the Keyholder.

A nice loop was travelling down the 8-foot whip. A terrifying whip crack would soon follow. The loop was just about finishing unwinding on the short 4-foot whip.

This gives the perspective of the long whip length.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Regret

Athena hypnotized Her Subject to lose the ability to ask for
sex. Nor could he complain or whine. Any of them would
result in his own body asking to extend chastity time.

He was not silenced. Nor mind controlled. Not entirely. Only certain expressions forbidden. Censored? Neurally altered? Her Subject doesn’t have a word for it.

But it was real and frustrated Her Subject to no end.

Athena stepped out of shower naked. She looked heavenly. Her Subject uncontrolledly uttered in awe, “You are so beautiful,” but followed with “Extend my chastity more.” Immediately he panicked, waving his arms wildly in denying motion, “I didn’t mean to say that. Please understand.” He took a deep breath calming down, “What I really want is…” then fell silent. He didn't dare to finish the sentence. If he tried to ask for sex, the opposite would be heard. Athena had rewired him. Any expression of sexual needs would be changed to chastity wants. Not even silent hand gestures escaped her control. Her Subject neither could ask for sex, nor whine or complain for the lack of it. Any of them would result in his own body asking for more chastity.

Athena giggled. She was glowing because of her hypnotic power over him. “Oh I know exactly what you are trying to say. But you can’t, can you? Now concentrate hard and try again. Go ahead and try it. I do enjoy a good comedy.” Athena then danced seductively. Naked.

Her Subject laughed bitterly. He kept his mouth shut.

“Try to tell me what you really meant,” Athena encouraged him. “Try” implies failure. An elementary hypnotic trick.

Her Subject remained silent. He was at a loss for words.

Losing this much control of his own body was a terrible feeling. He was regretting the whole FLR or Femdom thing altogether, whatever it is called. The whole thing seemed to be a serious mistake. Her Subject was not enjoying it. Perhaps he was not the submissive he thought he was. But if he wasn’t, the whole hypnosis thing would stop working. It was very confusing.

Her Subject liked more interesting sex life. At least when it was going the way he wanted to be. He felt comfortable suggesting Athena what to do. Tonight was a little bit too much for him. Athena's hypnotic power frightened him. “I’m having second thoughts on this Femdom thing,” Her Subject said. “It sucks. I don’t want this anymore. Can we go back to how things were? Like a year ago? I want everything cancelled.”

Her Subject felt cold suddenly. He saw ice crystals grew around the room.
Athena’s glowing smile went dark in an instant. Her seductive dancing jolted to a very stern posture. Her icy stare banished Her Subject’s consciousness to oblivion. Frost spread out from Athena encircling the room. The sound of ice crystalizing propagated all around. “You asked for this. I changed for you. I put in the effort for you. Everything I do, you asked. No, you begged. Regret? It’s too late."

“I don’t want to be bothered now,” Athena said and put on her robe while leaving the bedroom. Just out of the door, her hand swirled, then made a pushing motion, “Go to sleep.”

Nobody touched Her Subject, but he was pushed and fell backward lifelessly onto bed into a deep sleep.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Devotion

chastity forever
Athena couldn't unlock this one.
We thank our daughter lending her favorite pillow for this picture.

Dinner was satisfying juicy steaks. The kids had already finished eating playing in their fairy tales on the rug nearby. The table had yet to be cleaned. Perhaps a little too much Cabernet, the world seemed to fade away. For now, it was just Athena and Her Subject. They were drowning in their own love. Their eyes fixed on each other passionately. Not a word needed.

It was a scene of husband and wife in love surrounded by adorable children.

Suddenly, a horrible thought struck Athena out of nowhere shattered the moment.

“What if something happens to me tomorrow?” Athena said softly, lips trembling a little. “Who will take care of the children? Who will take care of you? You must find somebody.”

“Please stop such thoughts,” Her Subject waved to deny. “Nothing will happen. We will see our children grow up accomplished. Then they will visit us. We’ll have nice dinners together. Just like now. The children will be around us. They’ll be grown up, and we’ll be old. But it’s going to be just as wonderful.” He approached Athena to give her a big strong hug.

“No,” Athena couldn’t stop her train of thought. “Please look into my eyes.”

Athena took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she sank into a deep trance. She became expressionless and catatonic, yet still loving and beautiful. Her hypnotic eyes captured Her Subject, pulling him in. They fell in a dream together. Hers.

Her Subject found himself in a deep blue ocean with Athena. The sun shined brightly above. The water was warm and calming. Holding hands together, they started to descend. A moment later Athena stopped falling, floating where she was. She let Her Subject’s hands go. “It’s ok, my darling,” Athena soothed Her Subject. “Please keep going for me. Go deeper. It’s ok. I’m here watching you and protecting you. Do this for me. Everything will be fine.”

Her Subject let go. He looked up watching Athena shrinking away. Darkness slowly consumed him. But he felt safe. He could feel Athena’s love around him. Sinking deeper and deeper surrendering. The deep water squeezed out very last air out of his lungs. As the air bubbles floated up, so did his very last consciousness.

“If I am no longer with you, I release you. You’ll be free. All of my bondages on you will be cancelled,” Athena declared.

Her Subject felt warmth in his heart. But he felt Athena’s skin turning cold. He thought he saw Athena swallowing tears. Without his consciousness, he was unable to comprehend what was happening.

“Why are you not letting go?” Athena whispered. “You don’t have to carry the bondages for the rest of your life. Let yourself be free.” Athena understood it but not wanting to accept it. “Why are you hanging onto them?” Athena was pleading.

She sighed. Athena took a moment to collect herself, then gently pecked Her Subject on the lips. When Her Subject came to, the table was already clean. Athena was busily doing dishes and he was vacuuming the floor. “Help Jill with her homework next. You are better at it,” Athena said to Her Subject.

“Athena was unable to undo her spell: the chastity,” Her Subject’s unconsciousness passed a note to him, "I won't allow it. I'm bound to her and only until the end of time."

Friday, October 14, 2016

Birthday

Star Wars birthday
A Star Wars fan, he wanted a
Chewbacca birthday cake.

Dear Eric, you are four years old today.

You are such a happy, joyful, and most importantly, a healthy boy. You are truly a gift from heaven, and we are very grateful.

You laughed and blew out the candle as happy as any four years old boy would. There is no scarring whatsoever on your skin. You are growing stronger and healthier everyday. It was unimaginable only a few months back.

Shortly after you were born, you exhibited an extreme case of eczema. Initially, your cheeks were just a bit more red than usual. Perhaps a minor rash, but we saw you in discomfort. You scratched incessantly. We tied little tiny gloves over your hands to prevent your fingernails breaking the skin. We hoped that it was only temporary and that was the worst of it.

But it wasn’t. The red rash started to spread. You screamed and cried constantly. Must be from the itchiness. Your mother held you tightly rocking you back and forth all night. She tried to hide it, but the swallowing of her tears was all too visible.

One day, when we put you in the car seat, you were peacefully asleep. It was a short five minute drive to the grocery store. In the store parking lot, when we opened the car door, we screamed in horror. You were covered in blood. The blanket was soaked in deep crimson. Your bloody palm prints smeared all over the seat belt and other parts of the car seat. Blood was literally oozing out of your skin. It looked like a murder scene. You must have developed high tolerance of pain then, for your face was so twisted but you were silently enduring it.

When our eyes met, you even managed to squeeze out a smile, as if you were trying to soothe us. “I’m really ok. Please don’t be sad for me. See, I’m smiling.” What a courageous boy.

We wished that was the only incidence, but it wasn't. We had to replace two more car seats because we just couldn’t get the blood stains out.

We took you to see a specialist and she needed blood tests. Your mother clinched my arm tightly watching vials of blood being drawn. She was trembling. We had doubts in your survival seeing so much blood flowing into tubes after tubes.

The test result showed that you had severe allergies to a list of things five pages long. That covered just about everything in the grocery store. “We can give you something to treat the symptoms,” the doctor said. “Nothing else we could do. Hopefully he will grow out of it.” We were outraged. We thought the doctor and the test lab were incompetent fools.

We took you to see another specialist. Then another one. Then another one. Five in total crossing three nationalities. They all gave us the identical verdict. The same five pages. The same "Nothing we could do. He will grow out of it" answer. Modern medicine wasn’t so helpful for you, our dear Eric.

While breastfeeding you, your mother would see all the needle eye marks on your tiny legs from the blood tests needed. She wept in silence. She had stacks of soft towels to clean the blood off your body, to keep your skin dry so it would heal.

We had to breastfeed you a little past three years old because you could eat little else. But you were always such as strong boy. Every now and then in your own bloody mess, you smiled back at us. Your mother’s eyes would get all moist.

The doctors were right. There was nothing they could do, but eventually you grew out of it. Systematically testing in small doses, we gradually crossed things off on the allergy list. Over time, the list shrunk from five pages to just two lines.

Just a few short months ago, you were still covered in scabs and blood. Now you smile so sweetly. Your skin is just as smooth and tender like any other boy of your age, as if nothing had ever happened.

Happy birthday, my son.

Friday, October 7, 2016

New necklace

Athena's new necklace. It possesses hypnotic power.
"Concentrate on your work."

“Look at this new snake necklace. I bought it specifically to take selfies for your blog. See the snake design, it's my Chinese zodiac sign. I’m destined to have hypnotic power over you.” Athena dangled the newly received toy from her hand.

A few days later Her Subject received this picture at work on his phone with a text message to hypnotize him. “Concentrate on your work,” the message suggested. Her Subject couldn’t help but to put the phone down right away and went to work. He was so focused he experienced time distortion. It felt like only a second, but several hours went by and it was already time to go home. Going over his to-do list, Her Subject found he was more productive than usual.

Without any formal training, we set the boundary of hypnosis to be recreational only. However, we didn’t see any harm in this particular instance. Her Subject was happy that Athena was a little daring in mixing business with pleasure.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Whip crackers

scarlet crimson whip popper
The loud pop occurs when the cracker exceeds
the speed of sound producing sonic boom.

Athena was practicing cracking whips in the yard. She came in shortly holding one whip to show Her Subject. The fall part of the whip dangled from her hand. The cracker was missing. Nothing said and Her Subject knew what was demanded.

Athena walked outside continued practicing with her other whip.

Is it called a cracker or popper? Her Subject doesn’t know. It’s the part of the whip that makes the loud noise, and it wears out fairly quickly. The loud pop occurs when the cracker exceeds the speed of sound producing sonic boom. Occasionally hits the lawn or ground while Athena practices, the cracker tends to break away and disappear.

It’s naturally Her Subject’s job to braid extra sparing ones. Scarlet color of course, Athena’s favorite color.