Bondage through hypnosis

Thanks to the inspiration of Marknorth and others, I have been more and more intrigued lately by the concept of bondage without restraints, and that reminded me of a session I had a while back with Neil the Erotic Hypnotist. Check him out:

Neil the Erotic Hypnotist

After reading about this guy on Ben in Leather Land, Bob Wingate and a couple other websites, I became interested in seeing what it would be like to be put in bondage through the use of hypnosis. I must admit, even after reading about this, that I was a bit skeptical. In fact, my impression of hypnosis up to that point was that it was all a bunch of hocus-pocus, and that it would never work on me.

However, the whole idea did seem rather exciting, perhaps even little bit dangerous, and so my curiosity won out. I contacted Neil, and after a few emails back and forth I set up a session with him. Immediately upon meeting him, I was put at ease by his personality and his demeanor. He’s also a rather good-looking guy, which was a definite plus.

We met in a third-party location, a rented room equipped with a couch and a massage table. We began with a simple discussion of some of my interests — specifically, to experience a feeling of being controlled and restrained. Then Neil started to explain to me what we would be doing and how it would work.

The basic concept, Neil explained, is for the subject to enter a deeply relaxing state under coaching, so that the hypnotist could then verbally implant suggestions or “triggers” in my subconscious mind that would elicit a specific behavior later on.  He explained to me the difference between the conscious and the subconscious parts of the brain. The conscious mind is where all rational thought takes place, while the subconscious mind is about habits and things we (i.e. our conscious minds) see as doing on “auto-pilot.” These can be quite complex, like driving, or like locking the door when you leave your apartment. Hypnotic suggestions to the subconscious mind can cause the subject to later do things without thinking about them. (Come to think of it, I can’t tell you how many times I have left my apartment, only to wonder later whether I had remembered to lock the door on my way out. I have no memory of doing this, yet I do it every time. That is my subconscious mind at work.)

The trick with hypnosis is to tap into the subconscious part of the mind, and to do that the subject has to let go temporarily of the conscious mind. It was all about learning to relax, and so he had me lie back on the couch as he talked me through it. The relaxations exercises were fantastic, and for me they were erotically charged as well. He had me imagine I was resting on a sandy beach while listening to the waves lap peacefully against the shore, or he had me walk quietly down a long staircase into a room with a bed, where I could rest and relax. With every passing minute, I felt more and more relaxed. It was all about letting go of all my tension, all my worries, and going deeper and deeper into a state of relaxation. And it worked. (In fact, if we had done nothing more than this relaxation exercise, I would have left a very happy man.)

He had me “go under” four or five times in total, and in each instance I went deeper and deeper into this state of relaxation. And each time he implanted into my subconscious several “triggers” when I was under, that he later used to elicit certain responses or actions from me.

One of the triggers was that when he made a specific gesture with one of his hands, that I would remove an article of clothing. And sure enough, upon my waking up, he made this gesture and I actually did start to remove my clothes. Before long I was totally naked. How did he do that? Did I take off my clothes because I was under hypnosis? Or because I really wanted to get naked in front of him? Perhaps a little of both? I am not sure.

He had me go under a few more times, and he implanted more triggers. One of them was that when he touched my body in a certain location, that I would immediately place my hands behind my back as if they were tied tightly together. And sure enough, after he had me wake up again, he used this trigger to “restrain” my hands behind my back. He kept me like that for quite a while. And while that feeling of skepticism remained in the back of my head, I really did keep my hands behind my back until he later used another trigger to release me. He also used a few other triggers on me, including one that turned me into a statue, and another that made me very horny — a feeling, in fact, that lasted for several days and weeks.

Do I think that I really was hypnotized, or that I kept my hands behind my back on purpose? It is an interesting question, isn’t it?

When I departed Neil’s presence later in the evening, I left with a feeling of excitement, and also one of deep relaxation. He told me I would sleep very well that night (another benefit of the relaxation techniques he used), and I did. Mostly I felt exhilarated after having had this new experience.

Later, Neil reminded me that the conscious mind doesn’t understand the subconscious mind or the process of hypnosis, so it has a tendency to rationalize things, like “I just wanted to take my clothes off,” “it was hot in the room” or “I just didn’t feel like moving my arms,” etc.  That’s perhaps why I still had doubts later, he said, as to whether I was really hypnotized or just playing along.

Was I glad I had visited Neil? Absolutely. For me, it was an interesting way of experiencing a different form of bondage and control.

To learn more about Neil, visit his website by clicking here.

 

 

Final Loss: a Lost Identity Postlude

By Marknorth

Part 1

I missed the damn bus!  I had thought I had more than enough time to get to the station before it left, but I had been wrong.  I was in a panic when I got to the station and realized that I had missed it by about 20 minutes.  I had to plead with the clerk at the bus station to make an exception and get me another ticket.  He eventually did, but made sure that the replacement ticket was the most restrictive kind there was.

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