Disclosure: contains hypnotic language which may trance some people.

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.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

The Jedi Mind Trick

The Jedi Mind Trick hypnotic trigger.
It causes amnesia.

“The Jedi Mind Trick seems interesting,” Her Subject said while reading topics on erotic hypnosis.

“Oh yeah? What does it do?” Athena showed interest.

“Just like in the movies. You do your trigger and it gives me short term amnesia. I do not remembering you doing it. Then I think whatever you said is my own idea.”

“You do whatever I say anyway. I don’t see why we need a special hand signal. It’s kind of redundant. But if it pleases you let’s go ahead and install it,” Athena said. "And if I have no instruction for you, you'll just be memoryless and dazed for a few minutes."

Little did she know how addictive power is. Any power.

Athena will never cancel this power.

* * *

This post was one of the most difficult to write.

First, Her Subject took on the project learning how to do an animated GIF. The instruction on the Internet was clear enough. Her Subject planned to take five picture to compose the GIF file.

After the hypnotic trigger pictures were taken, Her Subject stood still not remember anything. His eyes were dilated and vacant. It took him a few minutes to recover.

Athena could have helped. She could have suspended the trigger for the purpose and duration of taking pictures. But she’d rather enjoy the comedy than help.

Then came to edit the file. Her Subject figured out what to do. He wrote down reminders on Post-It Notes and stuck them all over the screen. Still, it was tough. Memory gone in a second from watching the animation. Then all come back a second later from seeing the notes. After a few times, Her Subject found it hard to keep track of things.

Athena offered plenty of help during the editing.
“No, it doesn’t look right here in this corner. Crop a little more and redo it.”
“It looks too dark. Lighten it a little bit? No wait, too light, do it again.”

Athena had no idea the struggle Her Subject went through watching the hypnotic trigger over and over again. Memory wiped out. Then flooded back right away. Repeatedly.

Maybe she did know. She did have the option of suspend this trigger temporarily.

Proofreading this post was equally challenging. Post-It Note came to the rescue again. Her Subject used it to cover up the animated GIF to read the text.

Difficult, disorientating, but overall the whole exercise of this post was fun.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Smuggling fun

Desire smuggling?

Desire Smuggling: Hiding what you really want from yourself and/or a loved one, then, finding cover strategies to get (at least pieces of) what you want.

Her Subject came to something new today. Upon closer examination, he realized that he had been doing this all along.

But not because of fear. Because of the fun.

Some emotion smuggling can be toxic?

Alcohol is toxic. Isn't that the whole point?

Consider this. Her Subject says to Athena, “Can you keep me chaste for the week?”

He might as well have said this to Athena, “I’m going to keep myself chaste for the week. So I’ll do nothing that will bring me to orgasm this week.” Then he goes on his own business and marks his own calendar with no further involvement from Athena.

What’s the fun in that?

What kind of Femdom is that?

It’s much more exciting, at least for Her Subject, if chastity is something that Athena wants also.

So, one day, thinking this would be more exciting, Her Subject said to Athena, “Look at this article listing all the benefits of male chastity for you. Why don’t you try it for a week? Allow me to read it for you. Number 1…”

“Stop there,” Athena said. She yawned. “If you want chastity for a week, just say so. There is no need for all the excuses.”

Athena continued, “If that’s what you really want. You’ll have no orgasm this week. I don’t care. Doesn’t affect me any. But if it keeps you happy. Happy now? Can you go and clean the kitchen?”

“Right away,” Her Subject replied. “But if you don’t really care, it’s no fun for me. Let’s just call the chastity thing off. Off to clean the kitchen now.”

“No,” Athena objected. “I don’t care but I don’t flip-flop. No orgasm for a week.”
“You may ask for chastity anytime you want. I’m happy to enforce it for you.”

Her Subject was a bit confused who was doing the emotional smuggling now.