First off I want
to apologize profusely for not keeping up this blog. I got lost in my world of
graduate school applications, concerts and recital preparations.
Now that I
finally have time to breathe I am excited to share my psychological experience
of submission and mind control with all my lovely kinksters this past weekend
at NEEHU.
**A quick
shout out to those who made this event possible both on stage and behind the
scenes. It was a wonderful first NEEHU experience. I can hardly wait until next
year**
Now to the fun!
I do not know
many people’s experience with Internet playing/trancing. From my own, I can
pretty much say that I have never met any of my online play partners. Except
one….
*Dun Dun Dun*
Mr. Marc Cabot,
who will from now on be referred to as Evil Bastard, has been tormenting me
with his evil words and actions for the past year. I am grateful to have found
a Dominant who I can literally trust with my life…
I consider
myself a masochist (although I know there is much debate on what constitutes as
a ‘true’ masochist) In addition to finding pleasure in pain, I enjoy
exhibitionism and putting on a show for other’s viewing.
Combine the two
together…and… TADA: Scene Spectacular!
Our scene wasn’t
going to be extremely physically active. Making a girl on crutches do
outrageous tasks is humiliating and not my slice of cake. Instead, we decided
to do a scene where I would never actually be physically touched…per se. Sounds
boring right? No grabbing of the boobs, or spanking, or pinching. Nothing at all.
We had two chair set up across from each other. He began by making gestures with his hands that corresponded with sensations of caressing, pinching and clawing over certain areas of my body. My mind began to get floaty even though we agreed to not have me under for the demonstration at all. Thoughts and sensations were swirling. I found myself having more and more trouble keeping track of time. At one point, Evil Bastard told me that we were just warming up and the blue lights would indicate that the scene would begin in 3 minutes and the white lights would indicate that the scene would begin.
I know his evil tricks and how he likes to manipulate thoughts...well what hypnotist doesn't enjoy doing that? I did not believe him at first so I turned to the audience to get their confirmation that he was in fact trying to pull a fast one over me. The audience wouldn't budge. My thoughts and rational was getting more and more fuzzy so I began to panic and think that I did have a very long 15 min ahead of me. The spanks and the pain increased and I lost track of time. (I don't know if this is the correct order of events because I can not fully remember the whole scene perfectly).
At one point, I remember poking fun at Evil Bastard. I made fun of his hat, his bag of flashy tricks and his erotic fiction career. Each tease led to a sharp pain of a spank or pinch. When the lights turned blue, a moment of pure dread washed over my brain erasing the fun I had at making fun of my tormentor. As the lights turned white all I could say was: "Noooooo!"
With that I was brought back up and told everything was alright and treated to some nice aftercare with a little hint of amnesia play.
Marc continues to tell me I have a Heart of Lion for being ballsy enough to make fun at someone who has more control over my mind than I have. I would say that it has come with a price which was well worth it.
-confessor_k
We had two chair set up across from each other. He began by making gestures with his hands that corresponded with sensations of caressing, pinching and clawing over certain areas of my body. My mind began to get floaty even though we agreed to not have me under for the demonstration at all. Thoughts and sensations were swirling. I found myself having more and more trouble keeping track of time. At one point, Evil Bastard told me that we were just warming up and the blue lights would indicate that the scene would begin in 3 minutes and the white lights would indicate that the scene would begin.
I know his evil tricks and how he likes to manipulate thoughts...well what hypnotist doesn't enjoy doing that? I did not believe him at first so I turned to the audience to get their confirmation that he was in fact trying to pull a fast one over me. The audience wouldn't budge. My thoughts and rational was getting more and more fuzzy so I began to panic and think that I did have a very long 15 min ahead of me. The spanks and the pain increased and I lost track of time. (I don't know if this is the correct order of events because I can not fully remember the whole scene perfectly).
At one point, I remember poking fun at Evil Bastard. I made fun of his hat, his bag of flashy tricks and his erotic fiction career. Each tease led to a sharp pain of a spank or pinch. When the lights turned blue, a moment of pure dread washed over my brain erasing the fun I had at making fun of my tormentor. As the lights turned white all I could say was: "Noooooo!"
With that I was brought back up and told everything was alright and treated to some nice aftercare with a little hint of amnesia play.
Marc continues to tell me I have a Heart of Lion for being ballsy enough to make fun at someone who has more control over my mind than I have. I would say that it has come with a price which was well worth it.
-confessor_k
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