The last few Fridays, I’ve posted about some embarrassing moments caused by hypnosis. In this post, I’ll tell you about the most embarrassing for all. Something that happened in a very public place, when I was surrounded by friends and family…
Nowadays, I often ask hypnotists to abide by a set of boundaries. Things like, “Don’t give me addictive suggestions,” and, “Limit your suggestions to apply just when we play.”
I didn’t always do that. I think people assume I do it because I’m worried about hypnotists trying to take control of me, and force me to do things against my will. I’m really not worried about that. These limits are to protect me from myself.
I‘ve found that certain kinds of suggestions can affect me too much, especially ones that give pleasure, and my mind will try to cling to them. Here’s an example.
One of the first hypnotists I played with gave me the trigger, “Good Girl”, and told me something like, “When I call you a good girl, you’ll feel a burst of pleasure.”
That was fun. I loved him calling me his good girl. I knew it was part of my training, that the pleasure was so good, I’d be more eager to listen to him, hoping he would say it. For a submissive like me, that was very exciting. What could go wrong?
The Good Girl trigger is not exactly unique. Soon, another hypnotist gave me the suggestion, “When I call you a Good Girl, it will make you feel submissive, and you will want to obey whatever I tell you to do next.”
That was fun too! When she called me a Good Girl, I started feeling much more compliant, and focussed on her words, eager to hear what she might tell me, eager to obey.
The suggestions were fairly similar, so it’s natural that they would start to blur together. When either hypnotist told me I was a Good Girl, it had both effects. And I did not mind at all!
Other people called my a good girl from time to time. Usually they didn’t link it to a specific suggestion. It was just one of those condescending comments of approval that submissives love to get from dominants to reinforce their place. But the pleasure I felt when they said it seemed greater, for some reason…
I tend to be a private player. I don’t like playing in public, I like having one-on-one attention with a dominant who is as focussed on me as I am on him or her.
But the Good Girl trigger had other ideas. One night at Hypnodolls, there was a small crowd, including two of my closest friends at the time, Raine and Lexie. My mischievous bestie Lexie started it. She started teasing me about being a good girl, knowing I couldn’t help responding with arousal. Then Raine got in on the act, and she really knew how to take advantage of my submission.
Nothing too wild happened. It was just a matter of them ‘forcing’ me to demonstrate how helplessly horny and obedient I was, to anyone who happened to be paying attention. It was a magical night.
So, at some point – I don’t know when it happened – a suggestion that had been limited to specific people became universal, something that anyone could use. My mind had decided, “Hey, it’s fun when those hypnotists say it, why limit it to just them?”
I was loving it, intoxicated by the fact that everyone I met could give me such pleasure. I started wearing a tag with the label “Good Girl,” secretly hoping people would ask me about it or just say it….
I didn’t realise just how universal the trigger had become.
One day, in that strange offline place outside Second Life, I was at a gathering of friends and family. A friend was talking about how well her daughter was doing in school. She was very proud of her daughter and said something like, “She is such a good girl.”
It hit me suddenly. I could feel the pleasure rising, and struggled to restrain the pleasure. I could feel my face flushing, and was sure people could see it. I walked away as calmly as I could, to an empty corridor, and shuddered out a quiet moan.
When it was over, I was shaken, really shocked. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. On the one hand, it’s very sexy to imagine being so vulnerable to a trigger, and someone else’s desires. But also thinking practically, if that little trigger hit me so hard, when spoken innocently, where would things lead if I kept trancing with people who were using them deliberately?
I was shaken enough to take a break from hypnosis, and wondered if I really wanted to go back. But deep down, I am a hypnoslut (well, okay, it’s pretty close to the surface giggle), and after a while, I crawled back to Second Life, needy for my fix. I did resolve to be more sensible about my boundaries. And it started me on the path to taking my boundaries more seriously.
Since then, triggers don’t seem to affect me as strongly as they used to, probably because part of my mind is still worried about how strongly I was affected. When playing with someone I trust, they do get more powerful, once I start to get comfortable with them.
I also pay more attention to suggestions given, watching for potential consequences that I know could happen that the hypnotist didn’t intend. Hypnotists often aren’t careful about such things, but I have to be.
I do sometimes miss those early, innocent and carefree days, when I could enjoy hypnosis without a care about the consequences. Being more serious about my boundaries has caused me a lot of grief, as covered in another post. But it’s worth it, though.
After all, if I didn’t have them, I might have become a helplessly slutty submissive, living a life of mindless bliss, willing to do whatever it took to receive the reward of being called a Good Girl. Who would want to live like that?