Controlling Presence

M, 50, looking to converse with and possibly very deeply hypnotize women with submissive desires.

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Hypno Household

Sometimes I imagine a group—harem is such a loaded term—of utterly brainwashed women sharing responsibilities for household upkeep. Each day it would fall on one person—hypnoslave is such a loaded term—to perform all the necessary chores: laundry, dishes, dusting. You are free to imagine your own attire but my twist is that with each task that is carried out, that day's maid becomes aroused—more, and more deeply. However, release only comes though completion of all duties, culminating with the final task: dusting Master's framed picture that towers over the mantle. Not a go-to fantasy but something I seem to entertain now and again...

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Inspiration

An ordinary Master tells. A good Master explains. A great Master... inspires.

Quick admission: Those are not my words. I came across them many years ago as I was getting into hypnosis online. For a brief time I wondered about the extent of my dominant desires. I wondered if I was meant for a D/s lifestyle. But I soon realized I wasn't that person. I just like hypnosis, and hypnotizing others... a lot.

Those words have always stuck with me though. It's not me saying I'm great, just that I have aspirations beyond my own dark pleasures. I look at hypnosis as a shared experience. For anyone I work with, I want to know what that person wants from our hypnosis. I already know what I want. (I mean, the words Controlling Presence are right there.) But knowing—and caring to know—the desires of another is what makes every interaction special. It's the basis of new and exciting possibilities.

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My Desire

As someone who grew up at a time where there was no online—no video, no gifs, no public internet of any kind—I was convinced that no one else in the entire world could possibly entertain the feelings and fantasies that I had of hypnosis.

I would think of a woman alone in a room, trying to escape. While her needs were provided for, it was impossible to overcome the challenges of the hypnotic maze that had been created for her. Imagine... a monitor constantly displaying spirals... a speaker randomly broadcasting a relentless metronome beat. Subliminal messages and images. All designed to captivate and fascinate. And when exhaustion inevitably overcame her, in sleep she would helplessly succumb to the constant brainwashing and programming.

Concocting these scenarios in isolation at that formative age truly made me feel there was something wrong with me. At that point I could never imagine getting to experience some of the things I would eventually experience in an internet-connected world. I've learned that my dark side is real... but the chance to share it with others, honestly and openly, is what I value.

Here's to all of you realizing and treasuring your desires.