“I want you to close your eyes, and feel everything below your knees start to relax…”
For the past three or four weeks there has been one fantasy on babykat’s mind. Scratch all your typical play fantasies, and enter babykat’s mind; nightly hypnosis, triggers and a growing addiction to Mummy’s voice. It’s not often her fantasies lack physical play but, she’s becoming a real hypnoslut. Blame Batling’s perfect voice…
It’s almost as if masochism has taken a back seat with babykat’s growing fascination and addiction to hypnosis. And sure, it does make S/m play with Batling a whole lot more intense anyway. Even just a completely clean chat with Batling on the phone produces a reaction in babykat’s pussy. Picking up the phone and hearing the voice that guides her into a trance, the only voice that can make her nervous and full of sick excitement at the same time… the voice that orders her to cum. She can’t disassociate Batling’s deadly ‘I know exactly what’s in that mind of yours, and I’m going to torment you with it’ voice with her ‘how’s your day been, sweetheart?’ voice, and as a result hearing either makes her rub her little pussy down against her panties and imagine that voice in telling her what a whore she is. Batling’s voice is the sweetest poison, and babykat feels very lucky knowing that such a hot voice belongs to her Owner.
Introducing triggers into trance sessions has stepped mind play up another level, taking it beyond simple suggestions or ‘lessons’ that affect babykat’s day-to-day life. Triggers give Batling that element of complete control over a decision babykat would otherwise have made herself. Which, of course, is what babykat had signed for when she nervously wrote her name at the bottom of her Slave Contract. She belongs to Batling now, and Batling can take as much control over her as she wants. Whether that be her orgasms, when she’s allowed her toys or when she goes to bed. It’s Batling’s to take.
Babykat felt really proud when her first trigger came as a surprise towards the end of a hypnosis session. She’d been at that stage of trance where she was aware it was being given, but not really the effect it would have on her. But it was that little switch Batling had installed inside her that made babykat feel completely special. She wanted to tell people, point out that nobody else could trip the switch, how only Batling could produce that particular response. She wanted people to know she now had no choice over that decision. What a hypnowhore.
Her second trigger came about exactly for that reason. Babykat wanted to have her right to cum taken away from her, because she wanted Batling to have even more control. She’d never felt so safe, loved, really owned before. Of course, she’d never been owned real-time before, so it was natural, but she still had trouble hiding her delight.
It was around that point that babykat realised she was a pretty big fan of mind play. Sure, she’d been reading thisgirl’s blog posts on the topic and been interested, but it had still been far from passionate. And the scared feeling had turned into an excited one, which it probably just what happens when the something new is with somebody you adore. Especially when it’s their passion too. Babykat had just been given the trigger (come on, did you think she would tell you it?) that would deny her of the right to climax she’d been so used to taking for granted almost daily. But that’s the thing. She has no right anymore. She shouldn’t touch her pussy without permission, let alone take herself all the way to climax. Batling owns the right to touch babykat’s pussy now. It’s Batling’s climax. Maybe that’s why she takes so much pleasure from listening to babykat cum on the phone?
In fact, babykat is probably lucky that she doesn’t have to ask permission to go and use the bathroom, or to wear underwear during the day. Oh god, now babykat’s mind is filled with thoughts of having to ask Batling if she could go, and the humiliation she’d feel. Or to have to ask her each night for permission to wear panties the next day. Oh god, bad babykat. Stop thinking.
She’d never admit it to Mummy directly (oh wait, she reads her blog..) but she’d love exactly that. To let you into a secret, she does have this fantasy about complete control. Food, water, bodily functions.. the lot. Of course, it’s probably one of those things that will end up only staying a fantasy, at least for now. She isn’t sure she could cope with it for more than a few weeks at a time anyway.
Babykat had this thought a couple of weeks ago. She stressed herself out, wondering how on earth she was going to remember any more triggers. But of course, hypnosis isn’t about remembering. In fact, she’s realised just how much better it is if you can’t remember. Your Owner says something, and hey, you feel completely different. No awareness of why, how to change it or when it’ll switch back to how you felt before. That’s the way it’s been with babykat’s most recent hypnosis sessions with Batling. Subconsciously, hypnosis has felt much deeper. It isn’t like before, when she wasn’t comfortable enough to let herself relax completely. Babykat learnt to let herself space out from the distractions around her and let the voice in her ear become her everything long ago. This is different, and inexplicable. No decision or realisation made babykat shift from half remembering what’s been said, or at least the topic during trance. Even after relaxing into her first trigger session she still felt like she had to put a bit of effort into being hypnotised. As in, surely she should study every word to ensure they’re going into her mind, like when she’s revising for a test?
Oh no, that’s not what hypnosis is all about. Being the subject of a hypnosis session has one overriding meaning.
Surrender. Give up your control over your mind.
This was, in a sense, something babykat knew. Batling was going to tap into her mind, adjust the way she thinks and leave her none the wiser. But it still shocked her the first time.
The first time was when Batling called for a live hypnosis session. That was what had been the subject of babykat’s extensive fantasy. Hearing the voice she craves speaking the first words of the structure she’s so familiar with. Her response, the burning need that starts between her legs and over-sensitizes her whole body as Mummy’s voice flows through her. The reality didn’t disappoint. What followed after that session was an intense, teasingly drawn out play session, the kind that makes babykat’s heart skip a beat as she thinks back about it. The element that was tieing everything together was the incredible connection she felt with Batling. Different to anything before. Batling had a whole new level of control, knew it, and completely used it to her advantage. And babykat was only vaguely aware of why. If you asked her now, she couldn’t identify what made her feel so different. But it must have been a trigger, right?
Babykat had taken babykat into some deeper level of trance. She’s told her that much. And for the first time, babykat couldn’t remember what had been said to her during that live session. Racking her mind now, she can’t even remember finishing rubbing letters off the chalkboard. It’s no longer an awareness of her limbs, but simply that she can’t move them. The only way she can describe how she remembers feeling is as if she wasn’t even inside her body. As if it was just her mind, Batling’s voice, nothing else. She wasn’t even aware she’s was breathing, and even as Batling took her into the first level of trance, to the point where she’s asked to open her eyes and it’s so so difficult that the only thing she wants in the whole entire world is to hear Batling tell her to close them. She knows how shallow her breathing was then. Tiny, baby breaths, as if her body didn’t need the air. And then the memories stop.
Since that session, babykat hasn’t been scared. Even though every single session, she’s felt this way. Asleep. Gone. That’s a good word for it. She won’t even have her usual visualisation of climbing the stairs back to reality as Mummy counts her up. She’ll wake up for the last 3, 2, 1 and have no recollection of even which mp3 she’s listened to.
Classic conditioning: a form of associative learning involving a neutral stimulus along with a stimulus of some significance. Through the conditioning process, the individual is trained to associate the neutral stimulus with the significant stimulus. The end result is a behavioural response to the neutral stimulus, as if it were the significant. See wikipedia.
Babykat mentioned to Mummy that she might write a blog post about conditioning. It had been on her mind since she’d come across the original Pavlovian classic conditioning routine at college, and couldn’t help relating it back to blog posts she’d read about conditioning in a D/s relationship. This post is going to replace the conditioning post she would have done, but if you’re interested both these links are very informative. See here and here.
So maybe babykat’s interest sparked an idea for Batling’s live session? Babykat knows that certainly something said made babykat much more aroused, before she began touching herself. Is babykat going to be trained to cum on command for Mummy? And babykat’s fluttery stomach is back, just like that. See what thoughts about Batling do to her? The way she tells babykat to cum for her as she approaches her orgasm, and how that just pushes her over the edge, hearing that Mummy wants it, filled with a desire to please and be a good whore. Imagine if a word was to do that to her? Somehow, when it’s a word that could be used equally in normal conversation, the way it affects your mind is much more significant. Not only does nobody else know the trigger, but nobody else knows the implications when just that one ordinary word is said. In some ways it’s humiliating. To have become so controlled, and such a whore that it isn’t even something dirty that pushes you over the edge. But babykat likes being humiliated.
The newest fantasy on babykat’s mind is Mummy’s latest project. For which babykat is to be the research subject. But she hardly knows anything about it. Just that she’s in love with her devious hypnoDomme.
Babykat can no longer remember how many triggers she has, or what it is Batling has control over. It’s an automatic response. Babykat is being conditioned the way Mummy wants and loves it. She’s her hypnoslut.
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