“You are getting very horny…you can’t control yourself, you must have sex, you’re a slut and you have no inhibitions, you must have cock and you must have it now!”
Yep, pretty cheesy, but that is where my mind goes when I fantasize about erotic hypnosis. Apparently, I have a much greater fascination with and kink about erotic hypnosis than others. And here I thought everyone dreamed of mind control and used it as fapping material. (What, they don’t?!?)
Seriously though, when I first presented this as a prompt, I expected to read about how everyone craved (at least in fantasy) to experience this kind of (what I think of as ultimate) control, either as the controller or the controllee. (Okay I lie, not everyone, but…anyone else? Other than me? Heh.) But as usual, the Kink of the Week has delighted me with a variety of responses, many very different from my own.
Because seriously – it’s a huge turn-on for me! The notion of giving up that much control, that deeply, to actually let someone control my mind…wow. It blows my mind and takes my breath away (to say nothing of how wet I get) just thinking about it. Of course “just thinking about it” is all I can do, because I don’t know anyone that actually does it. Or of the few people that I have seen in our local community that claim to, none of them are people I want to give that kind of control to. So, for me (at least for now) it remains a fantasy.
But what a fantasy it is. I have said before that probably at the root of my “mind” kink – the things that get me mentally, and subsequently fuel the physical aspects of what I do or allow to be done to me – is being controlled. Whether it is by mental domination or physical, that is what revs me up, makes me hot, makes me weak at the knees. It’s what makes me do things that I really don’t want to (drinking piss, anyone?) and fall into a pain scene when it’s not the yummy kind of pain. Because that “being controlled” part makes even those things a turn-on. So being controlled through hypnosis is just an extension of that desire, to me. And, to my mind, an even edgier one: how do you safeword out of a hypnosis scene? (Of course I know that a hypnotist can’t make you do something you really don’t want to, but we’re talking about what makes it work in my head now, so go with me a bit, okay?)
Of course the thought of mucking about in someone’s subconscious is exactly why W has little interest in it. He doesn’t want to do something that might have real-life negative repercussions, and, you know, messing with a person’s brain could do that.
But fuck, the thought of him controlling my mind, making me into a real-life fuckdoll, for just one night, in a scene like the fantasies he has whispered in my ear? To have no inhibitions about fucking every man he brings to me, or being laid out on a bar and used by dozens of men, or walking into a bar and being the slutty, vampy woman he fantasizes about? And to know that he has made me into that? (That he would do that, that it is him doing it, is a very key element, btw.) Or my own fantasy: to be completely helpless, a true “fuckdoll” with no volition of my own, moved around and used, completely unable to resist. Gah, fucking hot, and a fantasy I masturbate to more often than I like to admit.
(This, by the way, is a common hypnosis fantasy called – according to Marie’s post in a quote from Wikipedia – “personality transformation.” “People who identify with the submissive side of erotic hypnosis often fantasize about being freed from responsibilities or inhibitions and transformed into someone who can freely enjoy sexual pleasures. Such sexually submissive personae include the slave, female stereotypes like the bimbo, slut, stripper and fictional characters from popular media.” So yeah, though maybe others’ fantasies don’t go quite as far as mine do (or maybe they do?) it seems to be a common desire of devotees of erotic hypnosis.)
Yep, all hot in my dirty little mind. And I often wonder if hypnosis could make a fantasy like that real.
But!…eh. “Real.” Do I actually want something like to happen? For real? I don’t know.
It’s hot to think about, though.