Archive for February, 2010

“Good Boy”

February 24, 2010

Lady Ru’etha has commanded me to describe exactly what it feels like when She calls me a good boy. It feels like a finger, caressing me at the base of my spine and stroking all the way up right into my mind. The finger gives me delightful shivers of pleasure echoing all the way out from where it touches, all the way through my body out to the tips of my fingers and the tips of my toes.

It happens quickly, though. It’s not a slow, lingering touch; instead, it’s a delicious kiss of pleasure that melts my mind and body in an instant, leaving me warm and happy. The more often She says it, the stronger the warm feelings are and the longer they last; sometimes, She enjoys saying it again and again, just to leave me quivering and whimpering with bliss. It makes me want to be Her good boy always, and I’m happy that I can be.

And this weekend, I get to find lots of fun ways to be Her good boy at Dark Odyssey. 🙂 Feel free to say hello if you happen to be going; I’ll be the one wearing the “Lady R’s Jukebox” nametag! Because I am Hers. And it’s wonderful.

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Righteous Plug!

February 17, 2010

Things have actually been pretty quiet for me this week on the hypnosis front…but Lady Ru’etha’s been busy this last weekend. 🙂 She just got back from Fetish Flea Fair, in Providence, RI, and so my post this week is a big neon arrow pointing to Her blog with a sign under it that says, “Hey, you want to hear a bunch of cool hypnosis stories? Or, for that matter, a bunch of hot hypnosis stories? Go here!”

She’s not going to tell everything, of course, because She is wonderfully ethical and won’t break confidences, but She’ll be sharing everything She can over the course of Her next several posts. Anyone who likes my blog will adore this stuff. 🙂

Behind the Music: Sweetest Perfection

February 11, 2010

Technically speaking, I shouldn’t talk about this story in this blog. Because the “Behind the Music” series is about how my real-life hypnosis experiences informed my stories, and technically speaking, none of the events in “Sweetest Perfection” actually happened. But nonetheless, it remains a real-life hypnosis story.

See, one morning as Lady Ru’etha was driving to work, She gave me a call on Her cell phone (as is Her occasional wont.) We were having a nice, normal, semi-random chat about nice, normal semi-random things…and then suddenly and without warning, She triggered me. Dropped me like a rock, right there over the phone. I was sitting at my computer chair, but the computer no longer held any interest in comparison to my Lady’s voice.

And then She described to me the trip we were going to take to Chicago in a month or so. She guided me through a visualization of going out to eat together, and all of the wonderful tranceplay we would do right there in the restaurant under everyone’s noses. (She said later that She described us dining with friends, but I missed that bit due to the cell phone connection, so the fantasy became a dinner with just the two of us.)

And then, before bringing me back up, She commanded me to write a story about it. She ordered me to write a story in detail about the experience I’d just imagined, using our real names. Later, She said, I could revise it for publication on the EMCSA (which I did–Michael and Lynn are not our real names) but for a little while, She wanted it to be a story just for Her.

And then, on Valentine’s Day of the following year, She commanded me to post it to all of you. Because while She likes having things just for Her, she’s not selfish. 🙂

Le Pant, Le Pant, Le Pant

February 4, 2010

Last weekend was hectic, the beginning of a long hectic period for myself and Lady Ru’etha that should last well into spring…but I know that’s no excuse for not blogging! So I’ll talk briefly about the insanity that was last weekend.

As She’s mentioned (and if you’re not following Her on Twitter and reading Her blog, why not? It’s not like it costs money…) She came for a visit last weekend, one that was nearly catastrophically disrupted by winter storms where She lives. She made it here at 1 AM, so utterly fried that I pretty much poured Her into bed, and then joined Her myself.

But that didn’t stop us from making dinner for a friend the next day, which involved (for me) switching around my sleep schedule to help with the preparations. This time, unlike CONVergence, She had me take naps to keep myself alert. One of the benefits of being at home instead of out at a con. 🙂 The dinner went well, although there was not much hypno-play…although there was one wonderful, tantalizing moment where She put us under just long enough to remind us that future dinners would probably involve plenty of tranceplay. 🙂

And then it was bedtime, and this time, She was a lot less fried than before. Which means that I actually don’t remember big chunks of it…well, that’s not true. I remember staring into Her eyes, and I know She was saying something all that time, and I know it was incredibly hot…but I don’t remember anything specific about what She said. Just that it was hot and good and that it went all the way down into my brain while my eyes locked on Hers. Oh! I remember that She took away my ability to talk. I couldn’t even respond, just listen, until She gave me permission. It was nummy. 🙂

And then the next day was spent snuggling until it was time for the plane to take Her away again for a little while. We got a little weepy, but it’s nice to know that these goodbyes are among the last we’ll ever have. (Well, I mean, we’ll still say goodbye when one of us goes to the store or something. But it’s not really the same thing.)

And if that doesn’t sound hectic…trust me, it was more hectic than it sounds. 🙂