Disclosure: contains hypnotic language which may trance some people.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

The unconscious spoke

hypnosis subconscious
The Unconscious.
Her Subject would like to thank Athena’s
help and support in all photographs.
Her Subject was curious what a conversation between his unconscious and Athena would be like. He asked Athena using hypnosis to give it a try.

The unconscious could be very passive and not very talkative, so Her Subject asked Athena to prepare a set of questions. The topics could be something normally too awkward to talk about.

One evening before going to sleep, Her Subject thought to urge Athena to start the conversation. “Remember we talked about it? When are you going to do it? I’m very curious what my unconscious would say.”

Athena stared at Her Subject for a moment studying him. “The amnesia I gave you worked. It was never very effective. I thought you would remember.”

Memory started to come back to Her Subject. He remembered counting up awakening. Then he remembered vaguely some suggestions to forget. Athena really went out her way on that one. The memory were stored in a high security room, then shrunk, vaulted, made into vanishing smoke… Her Subject remembered the amnesia suggestions went on forever… layers and layers of it. He tried to retrieve the content of that conversation… but that was impossible. He got a headache and tired all of the sudden… So tiring trying to remember…

But he was so curious. What did they talk about?

Athena went on. “Your unconscious was very much your true self. Not too much different from talking to you now. Everything was expected. I don’t feel the need to do it again.”

“If you want to talk, your conscious should be present,” Athena added.

“Did I ask you to give me amnesia?”

“No. That was my decision. Why? It just felt to be the right thing to do then.” “What was said was between me and your unconscious. It didn’t concern you, and you don’t need to know.”

Her Subject was startled. “A secret between myself and you that I don’t know? What was it? Did it bother you that you that much you don’t want to do it again? It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

The rapid questions agitated Athena. She snapped her fingers putting Her Subject to sleep.

Point taken. Athena didn’t want to talk. Her Subject would not pursue this matter any further. He would wait until Athena is ready.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Picture day

sexy woman holding two whips
Enjoying posing with
two whips.

It was about his bedtime. Her Subject was tired ready to pass out.

“Come on, just one more picture. This pose,” Athena demanded.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Cracking whips

It had been a long day at work. Her Subject fought the traffic and finally made it home tired and sleepy. Athena was busy cooking dinner and managing the children.

When Athena saw Her Subject, her eyes sparkled. With the spatula still in her hand, she passionately put her arms around Her Subject hugging him and gave him a big kiss. “Oh, thank you, I had so much fun today. They were so cool.”

Her Subject had no idea what this was about. He blankly stared at Athena, “Huh?”

“The whips. The whips you bought me. I watched some YouTube tutorials, then practiced in the backyard. I have already learned how to crack them. I can do several different cracks already using either hand. I loved it. It was so cool. I can’t wait to tell everybody. Can we do a video and put on Facebook?” Athena said giggly and turned back to cooking.

A sense of panic came over to Her Subject. He quickly grabbed Athena’s hands, and then examined her carefully, “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you? Did you wear any protective gear? I had all of them on the shelf in one place.”

“No I didn’t hurt myself. It was so easy. I didn’t need the protective gears. It was like I was meant to do it. It felt so natural,” Athena replied.

Her Subject was deeply disturbed. He really hoped the whips would be forgotten. He was also upset that Athena threw cautions to the wind. “I want you to wear protective gear from now on,” Her Subject said firmly. When it came to safety, Her Subject was adamant. “At least for the next several weeks until you have enough hours of practice. You could have seriously injured yourself. I want you to be safe.”

“Oh, they are not that dangerous, you big silly,” Athena rejected. “It was really easy. I’ll show you this weekend. You can wear the protective gears. I don’t need them.”

“I think I’ll be cracking whips in the yard regularly now as part of my exercise routine. I think it’s really good for my arms,” Athena added.

Her Subject felt apprehensive of the whips. He really liked Femdom activities, but he had some reservations about the whips. “I’m happy you like the whips. Keep them outdoors though. They are too long; you’d break furniture and ceiling fan inside.” He tried a little subtle message to prevent Athena from using the whips on him.

It didn’t work. Athena winked at him, “I know what you are thinking. You don’t think I’d whip you outside with your pants down? It’d be much more fun. I’ll need short whips for indoor for raining days. I don’t like these nylon whips anyway. Can we get some good quality leather ones?”

Sensing Her Subject's reluctance, Athena became unsure herself too. "I'm not going to hit you with them... Not hard anyway. Unless you want me to... Would you like me to?"

Woman holding whips
These whips are too
long for our bedroom play.