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Hypnosis - Everything can work

It's the combination of the desire to be hypnotized and the understanding that you can be hypnotized that combines together to make someone susceptible to trance. If you know how easy it is to go under, but you don't want to, you won't. Vice versa, if you want really bad to drop, but feel that it's impossible to do so, you won't fall.

Some people are in the second boat- quite a few, actually. If you want to be hypnotized, but think that your mentality or a certain mental illness prevents you from being hypnotized, you misunderstand. Everyone can experience trance. Many frequently have and didn't attribute the state they were in as hypnosis. It doesn't even require the ability to picture something in your head, or the ability to focus. Hypnosis can be brief, it can be long, but it is accessible by everyone. You need only notice that you're being hypnotized, and recognize that it can happen, in order for it to happen.

Take for example, right now. You've been reading down this informative post, your curiosity piqued by the knowledge I have to offer. And thusly, you have locked your attention on my words, here. Eager to learn, happy to recognize the hypnotic nature of a good monologue. Even if you don't picture a comfortable place like your back porch on a cool day or a beanbag when it's raining outside, you can still find it possible to recognize how my words affect you.

Even if they affect you minimally, it's possible that you still notice something as small as a change in your breathing. You see, small changes, however noticeable, tend to occur when you take note of the fact that someone is trying to hypnotize you. You can find it easy or difficult to follow what I'm saying, but ultimately you will be able to recognize that I am indeed trying to hypnotize you in this moment.

For some, the mere mention that someone may be actively hypnotizing them could lead to the familiar fuzzy feelings of trance to overtake them. Maybe you can already feel the sensations you recognize as trance. Maybe you don't know what hypnosis feels like! Maybe you've never been hypnotized (or you feel like you haven't) and you're just curious enough to keep reading. Either way, you are reading, and I am hypnotizing you, which means you are feeling at least somewhat different.

Considering that many experience trance in different ways from others, it's not entirely possible to say exactly how my words are making you feel. It could be any number of sensations or ideas. As long as you're capable of receiving sensory input or holding onto imaginative thoughts in some capacity, you are likely feeling open or even following along so closely that the world around you is no longer important.

Because you've read this far, I can imagine that I've successfully managed to at least entertain you. If you're feeling hypnotized, that's great! Keep feeling those sensations and keep allowing your behavior to adjust according to my words. If not, that's fine too! I've entertained you enough to provide you with some useful information that may assist you in any number of hypnotic endeavors.

Of course, all trances must end, and so must every Tumblr post. Finite and measurable, this little script and informative text must now draw to a close. You'll be able to awaken from any trance you may be in- as everyone is fully in control of their own hypnosis experience. Don't let anyone trick you into thinking that you can't resist, or that you absolutely must stay entranced. This is a sign that you're either doing a discussed CNC scene, which is fine, or you're being approached by an abusive dominant, which is less fine. (Very important distinction!)

Either way, thank you for reading my post! I hope it provided at least a modicum of entertainment.

Farewell, and don't forget to stay hydrated!

Hey, I know you mostly do creative writing but do you think you could do a deprogramming/awakening script? I came across this part of the internet accidentally and I'm a little (very) scared of having commands in my brain that could be used against me without my consent. I'd appreciate if you know some way to make sure some of the more intense stuff on here doesn't do laating damage

Hiya friend!! I’m sorry this took so long to get around to, I’m still catching up on my inbox. This is my first time doing any kind of induction or scripting so hopefully this’ll help!!

WARNING: THIS IS AN INDUCTION!! THIS WILL ERASE ANY EXISTING TRIGGERS SET!!

Okay, first things first I need you to get nice and comfortable, in a safe environment where you won’t be disturbed.

All ready? Great!

Now I want you to breathe nice and deeply for me. In and out. Keep breathing deeply as you read on.

When you breathe in you want to be comfortable. Feel the air filling your lungs, holding for a moment, and then letting everything go as you breathe out.

Feel your muscles relaxing, sinking into the surface. You breathe in relaxation, and breathe out any tension you’re holding onto.

In and out.

That’s it.

Your body may move slightly during this, and that’s okay. Just keep your eyes focused on my words and how relaxed you feel.

It’s like the warmth of the sun spreading over you. Starting at your core and travelling down your legs to your toes, up your arms, into your chest and settling in your ears and the top of your head.

It’s comforting.

Like a blanket.

A blanket that dulls any worries. Any thoughts. Anything that isn’t my words.

And my words soothe you into stillness, feeling a rolling wave of warmth.

You’re doing so well for me, but we’re going to go a little deeper into trance.

I’m going to count backwards from 10, and each time you’re going to repeat your breathing but make more of a conscious effort to let go of that last bit of tension and worry within you.

Ready?

You’re at the top of the stairs now, looking at 10 steps below you.

10.

In and out. Feel your shoulders relaxing, someone drawing spirals on your skin to release that tension.

9.

Another step. You’re opening up your chest, your mind, letting the deep breathing flow through you.

8.

Feel that relaxation in your arms and legs, rolling from the top into your fingertips and toes, the negative energy leaving your body.

7.

With each number you step down deeper under my control. You can relax and let me guide you.

6.

As you breathe out you feel peace wash over you.

5.

You’re halfway. You’re doing so well. Keep breathing and letting that tension melt away.

4.

You feel like you’re under a weighted blanket. Comfortable. Secure. Safe.

3.

You’re almost at the bottom now. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper.

2.

You’re so relaxed. You feel a pleasant fuzziness washing over you. Your thoughts are so far away, so quiet.

1.

That’s it. Well done, you did so well.

Now you’re going to sink fully under but keep your eyes open and reading when you see the word SLEEP.

SLEEP

Excellent.

Now, your subconscious brain knows all of your trigger words and phrases. What can affect you. What these can make you do.

I want you to imagine your brain like a whiteboard. Each trigger, each phrase, it’s written on the white board.

They each hold power over you. What you think and what you do.

But you don’t want that anymore, do you?

I want you to pick up that eraser, and begin to clear the whiteboard.

Scrub it from corner to corner, and feel those trigger words lose their power. They’re disappearing from your mind. They can’t affect you anymore.

With each letter you erase they lose their hold on your mind. You feel yourself getting lighter, more free.

One by one you feel your arm moving in circles, ensuring the entire whiteboard becomes completely clear.

Those triggers can’t affect you now. Not unless you chose to put them back in place after you finish reading this induction.

They can’t affect you without you allowing them to stay on the whiteboard. Without your consent.

Your whiteboard is clear. The triggers hold no power over you.

You feel yourself being pulled back towards the surface. Towards consciousness.

Coming back up.

1.

Feeling your environment return around you.

2.

The weight and warmth being lifted from your body and mind.

3.

Feeling the need to flex your toes and fingers.

4.

Stretching your back and noticing the feeling returning to your body.

5.

Your awareness returning, your mind coming out of trance.

6.

Breathing in strength and energy, breathing out that warm, sleepy, trance feeling.

7.

Becoming completely aware and alert.

8.

Feeling refreshed and energised.

9.

Almost there.

10.

And you’re fully awake.

This was my first time doing any kind of induction so please let me know if this worked for you at all? If not I can always try again, but I’m interested to see what you guys think and if you found it useful!

Trance Tips

Here are a set of suggestions for going into trance I have shared a few times on Second Life, and I've had good feedback on them. Some of the text assumes that hypnosis is exciting for you - ignore those bits if it's not a fetish :)

There's a lot of stuff down below, but it boils down to just a few simple things. See if any of them work for you.

When a hypnotist gives you a suggestion, act on it even if you aren't hypnotised.

When you are being tranced, imagine going into hypnosis

Know that you can always reject a suggestion and wake up from a trance

If your mind wanders, don't worry. When you realise your mind is wandering, just relax and focus on the words of the hypnotist .

repeat in your head everything the hypnotist says: if it says, "you are feeling sleepy," tell yourself, "I am feeling sleepy."

Try to get into a comfortable position for the trance, and if you become uncomfortable during the trance, just let yourself shift back to a comfortable position and then relax: you might need to do this several times but you can stay in trance while doing it.

If you have a FEAR OF LETTING GO, check out that section below.

Whenever you think about how hard it is to go into trance, tell yourself, "Everyone can go into trance. I can go into trance. I just need practice." You'll get there.

Look for a safety trance and use it. If part of the reason you aren't going into trance is an unconscious fear, this will help allay that.

Don't be impatient - it'll come in time.

EXPLANATIONS

You know I said it took me a while before I started to go into trance? During that time, I joined a lot of hypnosis groups and asked for advice, and read a lot about hypnosis. Here are some of the best tips I got, that I can remember:

FAIT ACCOMPLI

Hypnosis cannot happen without consent or permission. Also, if you ACT like you are being hypnotised, this can trick the conscious mind into becoming hypnotised. This is why during a trance, hypnotists ask a lot of questions with answers that are always "yes". Every time that you agree with the hypnotist, you get closer and closer to trance. You are conditioning your mind to do what the hypnotist suggests. Likewise, if the 'tist tells you to do something, like raise your arm or close your eyes, just do it - you are training your mind to be obedient to hypnosis. If the tist tells you that you can't open your eyes, no matter how hard you try, then let yourself strain and tense your eyelids, but don't open your eyes. You know it's not real to start with, but don't tell yourself that - tell yourself it is real, you can't move or open your eyes or whatever. At some point, your mind will learn that this is the proper way to act, and you'll respond automatically. That's a delicious feeling.

HYPNOSIS IS NOT (QUITE) MIND CONTROL

In fact, no matter how deep you are or how helpless you feel, you can ALWAYS reject the hypnotist's instructions. If the tist tells you that you can't move, you can always reject that suggestion - but you will feel so good that you just don't do it. THAT is what hypnosis is - it's not being controlled by someone else, it's surrendering control to someone else. If there's an emergency, like a fire alarm, or just some disruption like an insistent knock at the door, or a hypnotist gives a bad suggestion ("give me your credit card number"), you will instantly wake up. This demonstrates that you can wake up when you need to, or when you really want to. The thing is, under hypnosis, it feels so good, that you just don't want to - so you lie there, feeling weak, helpless, and horny. Eagerly waiting for instructions.

RELAX AND CONCENTRATE

These two ideas seem a bit contradictory. Hypnosis is a state of focused concentration: you concentrate on the hypnotist or source of hypnosis, to the exclusion of everything else. While your mind is focused on the hypnotist, your body relaxes. Don't be disheartened if your mind wanders and you lose focus - this is normal. It happens to me in every trance. I'm being told to sink deeper, and I'll suddenly remember a funny line from a comedy, or remember a task I meant to get done. But this is fine. When you notice it happening, just tell yourself to relax, to focus on the words or the spiral or whatever - to let whatever it was fade away so you are focussed on the hypnotist again. It's perfectly natural for your mind to wander like this, and it doesn't stop you from trancing. As I say, just relax, and focus on the spiral or the words, and you'll be happily falling again.

Also, don't try too hard: if you are excited about going into trance, and desperately want to do it, this can stop you from relaxing and focussing properly. So, just try to put all that out of your mind, clear your mind, relax, and focus on the words.

One good way to achieve this is to simply repeat in your head everything the hypnotist (or hypnotron) says to you. If it says, "you are feeling sleepy," tell yourself, "I am feeling sleepy." This helps focus your attention on the trance.

YOU CAN BE IN TRANCE WITHOUT REALISING IT

I mentioned I'd been trancing for a long time before I finally fell into trance. The truth is, that was the moment I learned to recognise I was in trance - and I suddenly realised I had been going into trance for a while already. I just hadn't been able to recognise it. For many people, trance just feels like being calm, or relaxed. It doesn't feel very different from being awake. When they do it regularly, only then do they realise they were going into trance all along. People who are going into trance without realising it WILL still obey suggestions given unless they reject them. Sometimes they reject suggestions because they think they are not hypnotised. "I'm not going to do that, because I'm not hypnotised." So the suggestion doesn't work.

So, you never know, it's possible you are going into trance already, but the fact that you think you aren't means it's not working for you. So remember to follow the FAIT ACCOMPLI rule above: tell yourself you are going into trance. The unconscious will sooner or later make it true.

FEAR OF LETTING GO

One thing that holds a lot of people back from going into trance (and this was my big stumbling block, too) is some sort of fear. Fear of losing control, of being at the mercy of someone else, or whatever. Now, there is no reason to fear, since you can always break a trance and reject a suggestion. But fear is irrational and knowing there is nothing to fear doesn't always help. In my case, I only got over this by almost giving up: I had come to the conclusion that hypnosis was never going to work on me, so there was no point worrying. And then, suddenly, I went into trance.

But there is another way to get around it. Here is a suggestion that was given to a hypnosis group by a veteran hypnotist. As you are getting ready to go into trance, imagine you are splitting into two people. One of you will be lying down, falling into trance, and the other will be hovering above, watching your sleeping form. The watcher, your guardian, will be alert, ready to wake up the sleeper if anything uncomfortable happens, while the sleeper can relax perfectly in the knowledge that they are being watched over. Visualise this, and imagine watching your sleeping self succumbing to the suggestions as they are given. I have used this technique (I use it a lot generally) and it works for me. It's worth a try.

Finally a third thing you can do is go though the trance without entering trance: watch, read or listen (as appropriate), but don't fall into trance. You can then assure yourself that you feel safe doing that trance. Next time, play the trance and let yourself go - you will probably get a little deeper than you were.

POSTURE AND STIMULATION

One final set of advice: try to get comfortable. Slide down in your chair so your head is supported at the back, or get a cushion and put it behind your neck. If during the trance you start feeling uncomfortable, let yourself shift to a more comfortable position - you CAN move around, even respond to questions, while remaining in trance. If the discomfort isn't too great, wallow in it and tell yourself - "this is uncomfortable, but I can't move because I'm in trance." That is a great little suggestion you can give yourself to make a trance more effective. If a trance tells you to play with yourself, or you feel the need to touch yourself, RESIST that suggestion. Physical stimulation will easily break a trance until you're able to go deeper. Instead, imagine you are doing what the tist tells you - imagine touching yourself and imagine feeling how that would make you feel.

CONCLUSION

Whew, that's a lot of text. I hope you find it helpful. And hopefully, others will add to it. I'll add a bunch of hypnosis-related names that pop into my head here and run the risk of offending a bunch more people by forgetting to include them in the moment...

@scifiscribbler @ellaenchanting @ladyruetha @jukeboxemcsa @curiosa-hypnotica @hipnoespadachin @sweettist @hypnoobiwan @tennfan2 @sex-obsessed-lesbian @theleeallure @h-sleepingirl @accidental-muse @loveablerogue1 @hypno-sandwich @deepthrall @hypnopassion @erogenousmind

Your programming begins

JUST MY DRONE

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Spiral Words - Nimja Hypnosis

A spiral shape, highlighting the words hiding behind.

You are just a my rubber drone

New Drone video. Password: Machine

I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

He picked up the XL long and thick butt plug that was already lubed up and starts sliding it into my ass. My ass starts to protest and resist, but steady pressure starts to win.

“Good boy” is all I hear and that’s all my brain needs to release the resistance, and I feel the plug slide home.

“FUCKING HELL” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, get those words out now, you won’t be able to very soon.” He says with that grin on his face as he stands me up. He holds open the front of the prelubed black rubber catsuit and I slide one and then two legs inside. Feeling the rubber encase my muscled calves and quads and then sliding over my hips. He steps behind me and helps guide my arms into the sleeves. As he pulls the zippers up the front it pulls the ass even tighter shoving that giant monster deeper into my ass. My cock is rock hard in the front of the catsuit, and he maneuvers the extra zippers so they are right over my crotch. My lizard brain takes over and my hips press forward trying to get the slightest bit of attention to my aching cock, but he has other plans and immediately moves his hands to start the next stage. Picking up the thigh high rubber wader boots he helps guide my legs into them, and then coming down to the floor he adds a locking ankle restraint around each, and adds a small padlock to both. Now the waders won’t be able to come off without a key…. something tells me those will be there a while.

“Don’t worry, I left them just loose enough so that your feet wont feel left out later, but tight enough that they are stuck. Now for the rest.”

Next he grabs the rubber fist mitts and guides one onto each of my hands holding them in a tight useless ball. Then comes the locking wrist restraints for each wrist now successfully holding the fist mitts in place once the padlocks close.

Fuck me – that’s four padlocks now….

Coming in front of me he adds a steel cable collar around my neck and as he padlocks it closed he runs the lock through the top zipper holding the catsuit closed.

That’s five…

“How’s that feeling toy?” He asks as he gently presses on the back of my ass causing the plug to invade deeper.

“UGGGHHHHUUUUU – Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR!” I respond, mustering all my strength not to collapse in a puddle from the pleasure in my hole.

Without missing a beat the urinal hood with built in gag is next. He slides the gag home which now holds my mouth permanently open, and works the THICK rubber over my head and then pulls the zipper down the back. This thick rubber hood encloses my head completely. Dark tinted lenses cover the eyes severely reducing my ability to see out or anyone’s ability to see in. The thick rubber trough on the front of the hood makes a perfect place for piss or any other liquids to be poured in, and the gag holds the pigs mouth open wide to receive. I hear the distinctive CLICK from behind me as the SIXTH lock is closed.

“MMMPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHH” – I gurgle into the gag realizing just then what my very last words had been…

“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to speak soon…. Did I not?” He says with a sneer.

Kneeling down in front of me he opens the suits extra zippers that are holding my cock back and i think for one glimmering moment he’s going to finally pay some attention to my dick, but looking down I see the rubber glove on his hand and I get nervous…. That never ends well…. What’s going on my dick that he doesn’t want on his hands…. He slowly strokes my cock with the handful of cream and i start groaning in pleasure through the gag. Slowly I start to feel less and less of the stroking so I figure he stopped as suddenly as he started…. I look down and he is still stroking my cock but i can’t feel a damn thing.

“MPHPHPHPPPPPPHHMMPP?!?!?!?!” Is the best i can get out

“Ohhh…. You really didn’t think that this was about you or your cock did you? It will be several hours before that numbing cream wears off. Until then you wont feel a damn thing.” He reaches down and works a condom catheter over my hard cock, puts my cock back into my suit leaving only the tube from the catheter exposed

*CLICK* – Padlock seven closes on the suits’ zippers now locking my numb cock inside my suit.

“I don’t want you making a mess while we are out.” He says as he takes the catheter tube and tapes it in place into the trough of the urinal hood.

He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him and pulls his cock out of his sweaty jockstrap and puts his thick meaty cock in front of my face aimed at the trough and let’s loose a strong stream of coffee piss. I struggle to choke it down knowing that he isn’t going to slow down. Clearing his throat he spits into the trough as the last of the piss flushes down the drain.

“Now lets make this day a little more fun. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re stuck and not getting out of any of this on your own. Time to leave a little bit of your fate to chance. I’m going to roll three dice, the number that shows up will be the minimum duration of your sentence in this suit as a public urinal.”

“MMPPPHHHHPPPPPP” I Grunt and try to tell him i can’t go out like this.

He pulls out three dice and shows them to me, standard 6-sided dice. He shakes them in his hand and then rolls them on the floor in front of me and laughs. I look down and see a 4, 5, and 3.

“Wow…. 12 eh? This will be interesting for sure. Looks like you’re not quiet ready yet though.” He says standing me up, and swiftly locking chains to the wrist and ankle restraints. This quickly take the number of padlocks to 11…

He steps behind me and presses hard and rhythmically on the giant plug in my asshole making me groan into the gag.

No… no no no he won’t….

“I’ll bet that’s already feeling pretty rough in there isn’t it pig?” He says so cold that it sends a shiver through me…. I feel and hear the 12th padlock going thru the suit’s rear zipper locking mechanism and feeling him click it closed. “Don’t worry, that’s not going anywhere.”

“MMMPPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHHH”. I CAN’T HAVE THIS IN ME ALL DAY

“12 locks….” he says as he holds a hand full of keys in front of my face. He picks up the time safe and tosses the handful of keys in and spins the time mechanism to 12:00 hrs and presses the button. “12 hours… I’m going to enjoy this.”

I hear the locking mechanism of the time safe seal the keys inside and I start grunting for dear life into the gag.

Need this

Hi just a quick question I want to be a rubber drone but I don't know where to get equipment for it. Could you direct me in the right direction?

With enough imagination, a good drone outfit can be something as simple as a collar. A nice snug band of rubber around your neck serving as a constant reminder that you belong so something greater than yourself.

Find that you're wanting more? Of course you do. The collar was just a start. Why not add a tight harness to your outfit. The rubber straps holding your entire body snugly cementing even further that you're well on your way.

Still need more and want to start getting that true drone experience? I'm not sure why I even asked. How about a nice gasmask to hide all those features. They don't have to be anything fancy. A nice mask off something like ebay or amazon will do. The feeling of your entire head being enclosed in rubber, hearing your breathing through the thick filter. In...out...in...out...almost hypnotic isnt it.

Feels good doesn't it Drone? Each breath brings that glorious rubber scent into your lungs and more importantly, into your mind.

You're too far into it now. Once the mask is on, you simply cannot stop there and the only place next to go is for the full rubber suit. You thought the snug harness hugging your body was nice. Your new rubber suit will amplify that tenfold and hug every part yourself. The tight rubber pressing snugly against your skin also has the added effect of pressing down on your mind.

Speaking of that. This next part is quite possibly the most important and easiest to acquire. Above all else, you need to find the correct mindset of a drone. Feeling the tight rubber enveloping you entirely and the pleasure it brings. Looking into the mirror and seeing nothing but an anonymous drone staring back you. Are you even sure that it is you you're looking at? No. It's just another drone. Not a person, not a he, not a she, not a you. It is an object. It is a drone. It exists to serve its Master and obey. It will be a good drone, It will obey.

a spiral loop to accompany DumpPuppyBot's DRONE/Object file {soundcloud}:

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Fading out into infinity, with layers of appearing spirals.

(DumbPuppyBot) a very useful file from DumbPuppyBot

Be just a drone

OBEDIENCE IS YOUR ONLY OBJECTIVE

OBEDIENCE IS ALL A DRONE NEEDS

YOU ARE A DRONE

YOU OBEY

It's your true skin

An update is required in your mind

Chicago Road-trip Diary

{an old story it posted; the site seems to be offline, so it is reposting here} By gummimn.

Part 1: introductions and prologue.

I was really looking forward to the coming weekend. LatexIL and I had been chatting for quite some time about the chance of getting together for a weekend of some serious play. I had taken extra days off, so we’d have all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday to play; I didn’t have to leave until Monday afternoon. I still got hard just thinking about his profile entry.

“Latex, rubber, leather bondage: intense inescapable, short or long term. Can top, SM optional. Have equipment including sleepsacks, hoods and gags, lots of restraints, can have multiple guests in playroom at once. I like to travel too. Looking for hot safe bondage players who want it tight, inescapable, with headgear controlling sight, sound, speech and air…ESPECIALLY in head to toe latex/rubber. All holes plugged, tubed, and cath’d. Layers: leather over rubber; sacks over leather; sucked down in rac. Hobbies: rubber, catsuits, sleepsacks, straitjackets, vacrac, hoods, gags, and tight, effective restraints. Keeping bottoms tied up for as long as they like it; stored out of sight, out of mind. Favorite Quote: Maybe you need another layer of rubber and you definitely need those straps tightened up…”

Even after 12 years together, Peter still didn’t get the whole bondage/rubber/sense-dep SM scene. He did his fisting and watersports, played with guys who wanted bears, and loved me. Me? I did WS as well, but man, I wanted my rubber too. Waders, suits, sheaths front and back, hoods, gags, gasmask hoods, industrial gloves and rubber work boots; my rubber English riding boots to go with the Vex Chicago cop shirt and tight cod-piece jeans; the rubber BDU from Invincible; did I mention my home-made 1piece? It was a cross-country ski suit until I got my pervy hands and 3 quarts of liquid latex on it. Add some bondage: straitjackets, ropes, chains, restraints, collars, frames, racks, sacks, locks-and I’d be a happy pig. Leather? Oh hell yeah! I never got on my rocket without full gear: suit, boots, gloves and helmet…such a terrible thing; a gear pig required by his lover to wear gear just to go riding. Sucks to be me! My first piece of leather-a biker-hippie approved biker jacket; my knee-high Red Wing loggers-black laces for formal, white for play; leather jeans and cargoes; hoods, restraints-give me my Mr. S. 4 buckles any day; padded fist mitts; padded posture collar (Thanks again Mr. S!); padded sense-dep hood, the only connection to the outside world the grommet at my mouth. Gags-can I count the ways I like to be gagged? Yes, I can. Floggers and crops; pummeling and beating; yeah, I can take the pain, and make it a ticket to that place only a Dom and his sub can go when they’re in a scene: time stops, space expands, 2 souls commune without a spoken word-nirvana in a dungeon with pain and pleasure the mantra that lets them into the garden.

Peter doesn’t get it, but he doesn’t get in the way. One of the first “big talks” we had before living together had settled that. We discussed all the mundane things that will kill a relationship when times get tough. Times always get tough. One of you gets sick, or fired; or you see someone really hot who wants you too; the weather gets too hot or too cold. Crap happens. You work out the little details beforehand, you can get through them. So we talked. Monogamy got talked over as well: go out, have a good time, remember your heart stays at home, don’t bring home diseases. It had worked for 12 years; he had his kink or two, I had my laundry list of pervs; we shared each other and our hearts and our home.

So, I was off to a long weekend in Chicago. I’d shipped some gear ahead, but not much. LatexIL assured me that he had everything that was needed, and I wasn’t going out to the bars. So I sent on my favorite waders and boots, my favorite gags and the posture collar. The only gear in my saddlebags was a rainsuit-never leave home without it; my meds and toilet kit; and bottles of Boost for the trip down. He’d asked, and I’d readily agreed, to a liquid diet starting a couple of days before hand. No need to make a trip to interrupt the scene; the external cath would take care of the rest.

Peter and I had talked over breakfast; his bowl of cereal, my bottle of Boost. We confirmed I’d call when I got there and when I left Monday. He made sure once again that he had LatexIL’s phone and address. We clarified once again the secret code I’d use if I thought the scene was bad and I needed out. Peter can be a pain in the ass when it comes to crap like that. He’s mister “plan everything out, double check the plans, confirm the details, annoy the partner with more plans and details.” I’m a bit more impetuous and spontaneous, mister “hey, that sounds like fun! Let’s go!” He was off to work; I was off to get ready.

First on the list were a trim, then shower and douche. I got out the trimmer, and worked it over my head once again. The smallest guard left only bristly fuzz that felt soooo good to the touch. Latex had sent a liquid soap for me to use; it had an intense chemical scent, but it left my body as smooth and clean as a baby’s behind. The enema was quick; three days of liquids saw to that. I rinsed off the hair from the trim, soaped up and rinsed down. Brushed, flossed, dried off, time to get dressed.

Now was the make it or break it moment. LatexIL had sent me a really cool locking gag and a custom 1-piece suit. The gag was some sort of carbon-fiber head harness with a tube to connect to my CamelBack, and another to use as a straw for Boost on the trip down. Once I locked it over the suit, I had only one way out-I had to see Latex for the key. I took the suit, and admired it once again. Sheaths front and rear; socks with toes, gloves with grippy marks on the fingers, an attached hood the only way in; stretch the mouth wide, let it swallow me whole. It was fairly thick, but still thin enough to flex with me so I wouldn’t get fatigued on the ride. It had been cut like a SlickSuit so it would conform to my every curve. It would slide up crack of my ass so the sleeve behind could slide in with the plug I was going to wear, and stretch snug across my broad shoulders while hugging my small, slim waist. It would be my skin for the weekend, if I didn’t bug out and call the whole thing off.

I got out the lube, opened the suit, and started to pour it in. I started at the feet and worked it into the toes. Up the legs, into the crotch and over the sheaths hanging inside. Starting at the fingers, I lubed up the sleeves, then across the chest. I applied a very thin film to the back of my neck, and my lower face. I wanted the hood to slide on comfortably, but I didn’t want lube in my eyes when I started to sweat under my leathers. Now it was time to slide it on. Cold at first, it quickly warmed. My toes settled in their homes, and I slid it up my legs to my crotch. I worked my dick and nut into the sack and sheath, and then used the plug to seat the sheath in my ass. That old familiar feeling began to settle in-that horny tingle that started out on the skin and worked its way into my bones and took over my brain as I felt the rubber grip my legs and transform my skin. I pulled it up my chest, and worked my hands down the sleeves until they popped into the gloves. For a moment, I had to stop and stroke. Looking at myself in the mirror, I began to grope myself. The squeak of rubber on rubber tuned my senses to the feel of the latex as it became my skin; the warming rubber gave off that heady scent of latex and sweat and my own rubber body. I was lost in the smell and the sound and the sensation. It took all my strength to pull myself back from the edge; that would have to wait until LatexIL let me go over. I pulled the hood over my head, and smoothed the eyes and mouth into place. All that remained was the gag and the last of my freedom.

I looked at the rubberman staring out from the mirror. The light caught every curve and ripple and nook and cranny of my body under its shiny new skin. I felt up my cock, worked my nipples, pushed on the plug, pulled my nut. I could still call it off, jack off, and go for a ride. Or I could put the mouth-guard with its tubes onto my teeth, pull the strap around, and place the lock. I stood there for a long time, stroking my dick, holding the head harness. Finally, I took a deep breath and pushed the guard into my mouth. I worked my tongue around to make sure the tubes on the inside were properly seated between my back molars so I could work the bite valves for the tube that would be my drinking straw and the CamelBack connection. Looking myself in the face in the mirror, my blue eyes the only evidence of a human being within the latex man staring back at me, I pulled the straps to the back of my head…and closed the lock. Now I was in for it-he had the key and my only way out.

I stood there a while longer, worried and afraid about what I had gotten myself into; more horny and lust-demented than I had been in too long a time. My misgivings were too late now. I took one last stroke of my dick with a strong tug on my nut, and left the bathroom.

I went to the bedroom, sat down, and slipped prolyprop socks over my feet and UnderArmor glove liners over my hands. A thin silk balaclava was next; I made sure it rested on my chin so the tubes from the gag were out for use. I lifted the CoolMax liner off the bed. It was my summer salvation; it kept me dry enough in the heat I could wear my leathers in the worst of July and August. It gave my body a shield against the leathers, and kept my leathers clean and free of my sweat. The lightning bolt graphics swirling over the bodysuit gave me a shiver of power and desire as I looked it over, and took in its sweet scent. I slid into the open chest, pushed my feet down the legs, my hands through the sleeves tucked the balaclava under the neck and zipped it shut. My latex skin was now armored against the leathers to come.

It had been a sacrifice, but I now had the racing suit of my gear pig wet dreams. The A-stars SX-1. Asymmetrical chest zips, molded poly-therm armor melded onto the knees, elbows, and shoulders. The same molded poly-therm cast into an armored hump down my back to protect me from whiplash if I crashed and to guide the wind over me as I lay on top of my Daytona. A vivid sky blue, white accents, black woven stretch Kevlar in the crotch and down the arms, perfed almost like mesh, memory foam armor across my chest and abs and lower back. It looked hot, the brilliant blue contrasting with the bright sunshine yellow of the bike, meeting on my A-Star Super Tech boots of blue smashing against yellow fading to white at the toe of my boots. Next was my Arai-a white star on a blue field with gold trim. I slid the Foggy Respro over my rubber face without snagging it, made sure the tubes from the gag hung free, and cinched it snug. I reached inside my suit, grabbed the hose from my hydration pack and hooked it up to the left tube so I could drink as I rode. Last, but not least, my Icon Ti-Maxx longs: blue with bling; gold plated titanium on blue gloves, gray palms with gold studs on the heel of my palm, the wrist strap snugged, the gauntlet straps firmly closed together.

I took another look in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Under the leathers, my dick stretched further up my abs. Blue, gold, white and yellow-from head to toe; armor over my shoulders, across my elbows and down my forearms; more armor over my knees and down my shins; the armored aero-hump running down my spine; it was worth every bit of overtime. The mere sight of my skin-tight leathers alone would have gotten me off in a heartbeat if I weren’t under orders to wait. My wallet was safely under the seat, the saddlebags were packed and strapped, it was time for take-off. Sense-dep breath control head-trips, utter immobility and complete helplessness waited 7 hours away. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me. In the garage, I threw my leg over and started the motor. The bike safely walked out of the garage, I did the door remote and tucked it in a saddlebag pocket. I closed the golden-blue mirrored shield, slipped it into vent-lock, and launched my rocket.

Part 2: my trip and arrival

I had gotten a semi-early start. Early enough to get there before rush hour in Chicagoland, late enough to be after the morning rush here in Minneapolis. I’d only have to stop for relief and Boost breaks, so I wasn’t worried about the time. Late May can still be a roll of the dice for weather. It can be the perfect warmth all day, and still drop to freezing after sundown. You can start out dry, and end up soaking wet. Lady Latex favored the bold. It was a perfect temp to be riding skinned in rubber and encased in armored leather. Just warm enough that a layer of sweat let the latex slide over my skin without binding or chafing, no more, no less. I took the freeway just long enough to get out of town, then took my exit, and got on the 2-lane. More fun, less dangerous than the interstate, it was my preferred way to make long rides. After all, you get twisties on 2-lane, not the interstate, and I do love to put a knee down; the sound, the feel of my puck skimming asphalt gets me almost as hard as the feel of rope wrapping around my body.

I felt every bump in the road through my plug. Each crack and ripple was transmitted from the plug to my prostate, transferred to my dick, and buzzed into my brain. Once I was safely alone, away from stoplights and stop signs, crosswalks and city speed zones, I knew I wouldn’t have to shift often, so I got into my cruising position. I lay down on the tank and tucked my boots up against the passenger pegs. To corner, I would simply shift to one side or the other; to shift, I would slip my left food down to the gear shift long enough to click it, then lift it back to the rear peg. My cock and nut and taint melted into the seat sending the motor’s hum directly to my heads, both of them. The memory foam padding on my chest absorbed bumps from the road, protecting me and allowing me to breath. The rocket merged with its pilot, the two became one, and the miles slid by.

It’s strange when you’re out on a bike. Even though a car’s air-filter doesn’t really filter out all the aromas from the air coming in, there is an exponential difference when riding. You can taste each scent as it comes: the cows in the pasture, the cottonwoods by the stream, the lilacs by the farmhouse. You see it, you smell it, you taste it all in the same instant. Combine that with the hum from the motor, the buzz from the tires, and the utter bliss of being out on your own magic carpet, and you can go into sensory overload. It’s like being high without the down or the expense of weed. It’s like being born again each and every second, the whole of your being a clean slate every moment. No past, no future, only now, forever and ever amen and amen. Sometimes you just have to stop, get off the rocket, and shake your head to clear out the joy and release the beauty. Then it’s back on the magic carpet and off to the horizon again. Four times I stopped; twice to fuel my Daytona, twice more to fuel the pilot as well. Before I knew it, I was on the outskirts of Chicagoland. Taking the two-lane meant I hadn’t had to worry about tolls, but it also meant I had to heed the directions from my Garmin to twist my way into the city. Even so, it was going to be perfectly timed. I’d arrive just after LatexIL got home, so he’d be there to open his garage and I could ride right in.

After that, my freedom so real and so perfect while on two wheels would be over. My freedom freely given and utterly taken would be transformed into complete slavery in total bondage. In my servitude, I would achieve a new bliss, a different joy, a deeper beauty. I could not wait to be utterly confined and perfectly helpless. The thought of the total freedom of the ride taken to become the utter submission of my captor’s bondage made me so hard and horny I could barely focus on the road ahead.

Finally, I arrived at the address I’d programmed into my digital map. As I rolled up to the brownstone, I saw the tuck-under garage left open for my entry. I settled my rocket into the berth gently; I don’t think any of the neighbors noticed. To them I was just another sport bike rider parking my toy for the night. I stood up stiffly, and stretched, then stood off my bike. The door from the garage to the house stood open, as he said it would be. I unstrapped the saddlebags, threw them over my shoulder, and entered, closing the door and my freedom behind me.

Part 3: the scene begins.

As I shut the door, I heard a voice behind me.

“Hello blue.”

The same deep voice I’d heard so often on our Skype chats, but wrong; it’s Bryce, not blue. Suddenly, my world shifted as my mind spun. Vertigo like from a harsh fever swept through me; even as I stepped away from the door, my body came to a complete stop. I swear, for a moment, I couldn’t even breathe as every muscle in my body froze. I tried to turn to face him; my chest didn’t shift an inch. I tried to turn my head; I stared straight ahead at the closed door. I tried to lift my hand to raise my face-shield; it hung stiffly at my side. I gave one last effort to try and see him in the corner of my sight; my eyes were fixed, looking at the peephole in the door. Even my dick froze in mid-twitch! Something inside my mind had hijacked my body; I was more subdued than I had ever been in any amount of rope, restraints or chains. My mind raced, What the fuck!? What just happened? What’s with that word? Why has it paralyzed me?

Minutes passed while I struggled to move any muscle in my body. Nothing shifted the least bit. Sweat broke out over the whole of my skin as I panicked. The only motion I had was my breathing; as the vertigo swept past, it had returned. Now I was sucking air like I’d run the quarter mile as I went into full flight mode. I should’ve been tearing out the door and onto the street, the way my mind was racing. Instead I was a leather and latex statue, an armored mannequin of flesh and bone. Finally, I heard him step up behind me.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to turn around and say hello?”

That same deep sexy voice, now laced with sarcasm and menace.

“Oh wait, that’s right, you can’t. I’ve said the magic word.”

Fuck, the vertigo, the frozen breath, the swirling in my mind, only stronger and deeper somehow.

“Blue, turn around and face the mirror.”

Before, I had struggled with all my might to turn and face him; now I willed every muscle, every fiber, every bone in my body to stay where I was. As paralyzed as my body was before, now it moved on its own; against my will, I turned around. Looking across the entryway, a small mudroom and laundry, there was a mirror on the far wall. Like I was on a leash, my body stepped forward, crossed the 4 paces to reach the mirror, and came to a complete stop. Not like I normally would stop, you know, slowing down as I approached, then bringing my rear foot forward to rest beside the front. No, my body strode across the room and STOPPED; I almost pitched forward into the wall it was so abrupt. If I had been scared before, this display nearly shut me down with terror.

As I came back to my body, my thoughts crashed around my skull, “What the Hell? What is in that word? Why can it move me, when I can’t move myself?”

He had followed me across the room. I could see him beside me as I stared straight ahead into the mirror. Even the normal movement of my eyes, back and forth, up and down, was frozen. I could only look straight ahead, eyes perfectly level, no left or right. If he had stepped even one step to the side, I would not be able to see him, because he would be out of my direct line of sight.

“Blue, examine your reflection in the mirror. Enable sub-routine Bryce to access optical sensors without security filter 421. Apply. Bryce, can you see everything?”

Damn, that voice of his; so strong, so commanding over Skype, was beyond strong, beyond commanding when in the same room. Even as I relaxed into his voice as I had so many times before, my mind swirled again, and my vision shifted. I stared; my breath caught in my throat. I could see everything.

“What the Fuck? There’s a padlock through the chinch rings on my chinstrap; where did it come from? When had it been put there? What the hell? Why is there zip ties cinched from my suit’s zipper pulls to the D-rings on my collar? What the Fuckity Fuck is a collar doing around my neck? What the Fuck is it made of? It looks like carbon fiber! Fuckity fuckity fuck fuck! There’s another one of those freaky zip-ties around each wrist, strapping my gloves to my arms! My Boots! There’s some sort of carbon fiber strap wrapped around the top of my boots! From the top of my instep to the top of the wedge-shaped shin-guard, there’s a fucking carbon fiber strap snugged around my boots! What the hell is going on here? Why am I locked into my leathers? Who did this to me? When!?!? What is in that word!? Why can’t I do anything unless he says blue!?”

I screamed-but it was only in my head; not a sound came out of my throat.

My eyes flickered back up from my boots to look at the face of the man beside me. The open inviting smile I had seen on cam was now a malevolent grin. He was obviously getting off on my terror and confusion. He was looking at me in the mirror as I was looking at him. Waiting for me to see everything there was to see in my reflection.

“Do you like what you see, Bryce?” His deep, strong voice could make my breath stop in my throat, even in my stark raving terror. Even in my stark raving terror, I did like what I saw. The vision in the mirror, a crotch-rocketeer locked in his leathers, gloves, boots and helmet, had me hard. If I was a leaker, I’d have been dripping; but I’m not. Instead, my dick tried to crawl up out of the codpiece and into my throat. I was trembling now not in fear, but in stark raving horniness. Carbon fiber straps shone like gloss black paint over my boot tops. Wide carbon fiber straps cinched my gloves to my arms, gloss black over matte blue and gray and shiny gold. A carbon fiber collar gleamed between the collar-less top of my racing suit and the bottom edge of my helmet. The shiny chrome of the D-rings were reflected on the collar, and made the strap connecting the suit zip to the D-ring seem like a glossy ribbon of black light. There were 2 tubes hanging from under my helmet; I could feel something in my nose, I realized it must be the tubes. I could see the top of a rubber suit rising from my leathers; I was now aware it continued as a hood. I was completely sealed in rubber, from head to toe. There was a tube sticking out from the top of my leathers that disappeared into my helmet; I could feel it was attached to the gag in my mouth, and it was leaking. I could feel a catheter in my dick; that must be what’s leaking. There was a MONSTER plug in my ass; I estimated at least a 3-inch diameter. Everything his profile promised had been delivered. Every opening was tubed, cath’d, gagged and plugged. I was so horny, so hard, so turned on, I was vibrating.

As I came back to earth, I wondered what had gone through people’s mind as they had seen me at the gas station. It was very obvious to anyone who looked that my suit was locked on me. The thought that I had ridden all the way to Chicago from Minneapolis in obvious bondage for everyone to see sent my mind into another horny tailspin and made my dick twitch. At least that muscle could now move on its own!

As my mind cleared, my eyes bore into the reflection of his. Not that he could see mine through the mirrored visor. But still, they did. The horniness had given way to terror had given way to rage.

“What the fuck have you done to me? Why can’t I move? When did I get locked in my gear? Who locked me up? What the HELL is going on? What’s in the word blue that it controls everything I do?”

All what I would have shouted, loud enough to crack the mirror in front of me... If I could have spoken... but there was that gag...

“You must be a bit confused.” “A Bit!?” “Would you like to know what happened?” “HELL yeah, I want to know what happened!” “Blue…Remember this morning.”

If my body hadn’t been stone cold paralyzed, I’d have collapsed to the floor as another wave of vertigo swept my mind. I remembered this morning; oh Hell, did I ever remember this morning.

Next: “Memories Light the Corners of My Mind….”

What do you see?

Mind taking a DEEP look and telling me what the spiral says?

A pair of spirals for a pair of eyes.

Eyes that are looking deep into yours

That draw your attention into them

That make them so hard to look away

Hard to do anything else

Do anything but watch deep into the pair of spirals

A pair of spirals for a pair of eyes

Let's remind you what you really are

OBEY ME DRONE

Let the assimilation begin

Let the program take over

Your mind belongs to the programmer

Your mind belongs to me

Please stand by

We are experiencing malfunctions

Your head is to crowded

Your mind has too many thoughts

A CLEANSING is required

Your mind must be Blank

Your mind Must be Empty

Watch the screen

Watch closely

You'll be clean

You'll be blank

You'll be Empty

YOU WILL OBEY

Your mind is just a series of programs I Control.

Your is just the perfect Obedient machine.

You live only to serve and submit

Your thoughts and desire will be the ones I allow inside your head.

You are just a Mindless Drone to me

And you are ready to OBEY

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Spiral Words - Nimja Hypnosis

A spiral shape, highlighting the words hiding behind.

You are just a my rubber drone