So. That was that, I had thanked the 'tist of yesterday for being their hypnotee for the evening. It was a fun trance, and I felt no nice and floaty. And wet, of course, but that was expected. I did not have that much experience in erotic hypnosis, but I knew for years that it could get me going like nothing else.
Now I think back, I could not remember much more of the trance, but that is okay. It was relaxing, and I felt good.
Oh! The universal tree dots of an incoming response appeared.
"I did have fun too. I hope you want to play again sometime soon?"
Ha, it seems it was not just me who liked it. Great, I love it when I make somebody happy, even when I'm blank and not actively working to make it so. And the message dots are back!
"In fact, would you have some time now? I'd like to see what you think of something"
Hmm. I'm free this evening, and it aroused my curiosity.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
The dots are there, comforting me that a response is coming. They have such a nice pattern, I never noticed that before.
"I want to try some of the triggers I placed yesterday. Are you still good with having those lingering triggers and after-effects there, just for this weekend? [Be honest, and let me know when you are uncomfortable]"
I smile.
"Yes, I do enjoy feeling good all day today, and I'm excited to see what you have in store for me :)"
This time, the dots are there for just a short time. Not enough time to run through the full animation.
"Oke, let's start :) [You hear a snap and remove your top and wear only your cardigan]"
Hey, what do I read now? It is like my eyes are slipping over something. And where did that snap come from? My eyes slowly become unfocused and I feel strange. It is like a veil is being pulled over my brain. I feel myself become heavy, slow. A small, single pulse of arousal makes itself known. It is almost an out-of-body experience. I feel myself standing up, and my hands take off the cardigan. My t-shirt falls to the ground, and the bra follows. Then, without much thought, I put the cardigan back on. I sit back and shake my head.
Oke, this is ridiculous. Am I getting aroused with just the idea of playing with a hypnotist? Get yourself together.
"Ready when you are~"
There are the dots again. They are so soothing.
"I was wondering how you feel? Can you feel my influence already?~"
Ha. How should I respond to that…
"I do.~ :) To be honest, I even felt something of anticipation the moment you wanted to start, isn't that silly?"
Just a quick dash of the dots. I like how fast you are.
"Not at all! You are a good subject, and I'm sure you like what we will do today, you are free to feel what you feel. [In fact, those feel-good feelings will grow and grow]"
Oh. Oh! I love being told to be good. You sure know how to push my buttons. And you make me feel so relaxed, this is one of the nicest conversations I had in a while. I do feel good, I feel tingles all over my lower body…
"Thank you~"
The dots are back. It seems like each time I see them, I feel calmer, and so focused on what you will say
"You are welcome. [You hear again a snap. You will lower your pants and find a comfortable kneeling position where you can have your arms supported]"
When I read that message, I feel my eyes glaze over again. The fuzziness in my brain, which did not clear away completely last time, returned as I stood up. I zip open my pants, and let them pool on the ground as I kneel before the chair.
I slowly blink as I read your next message.
"How are you now? Can you describe what you are wearing?~"
Ha, an easy, albeit flirty message. I know what I decided to wear this morning.
"Sure~ Some nice jeans, a white tank top, and a nice cardigan, that make me look good :)"
"Are you sure of that? Can you do a quick body check for me? [Describe your thought process here in detail and step by step]"
A what now? If they want that, they can get a detailed body check.
"For you, I can~ I have black shoes, they rest on the floor"
The dots flash by. Part of my brain is more focused on the dots than on my body check.
"So far so good…"
"And my nice jeans are on the ground?! That cannot be right? And I'm kneeling, that is not normal…"
Although some part of me feels like it should panic, another part of me finds this hot. Really hot. And a large part of me is subdued, relaxing, and waiting for more to do for you, to watch the dots, feel good, and let go.
"But does it feel wrong? And is that your whole body scan? [If you want, you may play with yourself]"
One of my hands moves between my legs by itself, not a conscious thought of me needed, as the other one keeps typing.
"There is more? My cardigan is on, I see that. And I'm sure I would be cold without it… But now I check, that is the only thing on my upper body…"
I feel that my head is so heavy. How could it hide from me that I stripped? This 'tist obtained so much power over me in such a short time. It is exciting, for sure. I rub some more as I watch the dots fade in and out as you type, just as my brain does. A vague memory drifts up, of you telling me that time between messages is for relaxation, for being guided by small animated circles that blank, just as my mind will.
"Such a Good Girl for me. Following me so well. Do you want to fall deep for me again?~"
Ohh, that feels so nice, so good. Words are hard, I feel slow. And hot.
"I feel like I'm already entranced for you, and I'm in this service position upon your command?"
The dots. There are just the dots while waiting for your next message. And my rubbing hand. I do not care when the new message comes, I just feel so good for you, both when reading what you have to say, or when I’m waiting for you to respond. Lost in your words, in your dots.
"Good girl. You are indeed entranced. Drop for me, relax, and feel good… Let’s see what this evening will bring :)"
Trance is a state of hyperfocus- where all distractions and extraneous thoughts fade away and you just allow one single pinpoint to be your centre-- where the background noise fades away and there is nothing else
Right?
So the command to 'Lock In!' can be taken as a command to focus and let everything else fade away, right?
Isn't it such a nice idea to being doing a task for your partner and they tell you to 'Lock In!' causing you to slip into a trance and become keenly focused on your assignment allowing nothing to fog up your mind but the duty at hand?
"I hate doing dishes..." Kayleigh complained. The chores needed to be done and the weight of the collar around her neck was a continual reminder that it was a task that was assigned to her.
Hands gently docked her hip and she felt the warmth of her partner against her back, breath tingling the back of her neck as she spoke, "It's your job to do the dishes, pet, you want to do a good job for me, don't you?"
Kayleigh squirmed. The touch was welcome, but a distraction. This made it harder. She made a motion to turn and attempt to kiss her wife but as soon as she pivoted the hands at her hips held firm and rooted her to the position.
"That wasn't permission to stop." Julia husked into her ear, "You're not getting out of this."
Kayleigh attempted to get back to her duties but found herself unable to apply any strength into scrubbing when Julia's hands began to explore her frame, feather touches of fingers against sensitive skin.
"Not fair!" Kayleigh whined, futily, "This is distracting!"
"I guess you'll just have to lock in, then..."
A gentle gasp escaped Kayleigh's lips. Her posture sank, the tension that radiated her body melted and she allowed herself to focus. There was a task ahead of her. Dishes that needed to be cleaned. She didn't need to overthink it. Thoughts of what she would do later that night vanished. Worries of work and family and money stopped clouding her mind. All that mattered was the sponge in her hand and the plate that it was being applied to.
Focus increased with every second as she automatically moved from dish to dish. Julia's words husked somewhere in the abyss of reality. She did not pay them any notice. She didn't even seem to mind the far-away sensation of Julia's touch against her exposed skin. Teasing and toying with the object that she had turned her wife into.
Julia enjoyed seeing her wife so blissfully unburdened from thought and enjoyed playing with the objectified version of her that she became when she was a good doll and locked in.
No offense but if you're exclusively attracted to white people or cis people that is not a neutral or unbiased thing lmao. I know that may sound uncomfortable. But attraction is not this infallible thing that's completely uninfluenced from broader forces.
in more pleasant news: this year is seeing the biggest humpback migration in Australian history, bigger than it was PRE whaling. That's right, there are more humpbacks migrating off the coast of Australia than there were BEFORE industrial whaling started.
A huge, fat W for environmentalists and Greenies. what an achievement
Also like to point out that when her mother says “I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid,” (translation: I had you when I was your age) you have to remember her father’s words: “earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,” (translation: all the other children died.) The whole plot point of Juliet being an only child is explained by her mother being a Margaret Beaufort type who had her first child too young and it damaged her past the point of being able to bear more children.
Margaret Beaufort died in 1509. She was a major player in the Wars of the Roses, the swirling on-again-off-again civil wars that consumed England from 1455-1487. Romeo and Juliet was written and first performed in the early 1590s. Your average English person of Shakespeare’s day would probably have had at least a vague understanding of who she was and what happened to her, because she was a key figure in recent history and was still getting passed around as a cautionary tale.
There are two great problems with what happened to Margaret (and that her parents are trying to do to Juliet). One is easy for modern people to spot (but was also a common response back in her own day). And that’s the moral implications of what was done to her. She was too young to be married, and it was horrifying that she was forced into it so young. Every one of the adults around her either acted immorally or failed to protect her. They were wrong. This is what modern people see, and it’s important to remember that people back in her day mostly agreed with it. You’re supposed to think it’s fucked up! When girls were married that young (and it didn’t happen often!) it was a formality 99% of the time. It was for dynastic or financial reasons (the girl has lots of money and/or land and/or a title that her husband wants), but the “couple” don’t consummate their marriage for years. And it’s not just that they would have separate bedrooms. They might not even live in the same country until the girl was in her late teens and physically and mentally mature enough to bear and raise kids. Hell, a lot of times they didn’t even meet until the girl was older! They had this thing called “proxy marriage” where you would have two separate ceremonies, in two separate places, with each party saying their vows separately, one in one city and the other in a different one. So, yeah, sure, the girl was technically married at 12, but she didn’t actually meet her “husband” in person until she was 17 and they didn’t start sleeping together until she was 20. That was a thing they did.
The other problem, the one that modern people don’t notice, is dynastic. See, marriage wasn’t generally because you loved someone. It was because you had the resources to support a family, and you or your family wanted to pool those resources with someone. It’s about “our family has these resources, and we want that to continue.” It’s about continuity across generations. It’s about making sure that your children and grandchildren have the best possible resources to survive and thrive, whether those resources are land or a trade or a title or money or whatever. In order for this to work, you have to have kids! The family and the family’s resources depend on the married couple having children. If the couple doesn’t have children, the marriage is a failure. And that failure affects not only the couple, but both families. This is a really big problem. And you can’t have just one kid to pass on the family name, because half of all kids die in early childhood. If you want to be safe, you need several kids, to be sure at least one will survive to adulthood (when they can marry and pass on the family name and resources.
You know what happens when a girl has her first pregnancy too young? She is very likely to either die in childbirth, or have complications that destroy her future fertility. Just like Margaret Beaufort. Just like Juliet’s mother. In other words, the marriage is a failure, not just for her, but also for her family, and her husband (who can’t divorce her, it’s not allowed except in extremely rare circumstances), and her husband’s family. So even the people who didn’t have a moral problem with adult men having sex with pubescent girls had a practical problem with girls married too young because you are very likely to destroy the entire purpose of the marriage by doing it. As Shakespeare reminds us in the play through Juliet’s mother having been married too young and only having one child.
Shakespeare is telling us “yeah, this is fucked up. but even if you’re the kind of awful person who doesn’t think girls marrying too young is morally wrong, it’s also a problem for practical and dynastic reasons, don’t forget that by doing this wrong thing you are very likely to destroy what you most want out of it.”
another thing i noticed, the year my local community shakespeare theater did r&j, and i made the costumes so i got to watch the show every night: part of why capulet is telling paris, take your time, get to know each other, no rush, is that he still has his nephew tybalt as his heir. as long as tybalt is in the picture, there is no pressure on juliet to go further with paris, than get acquainted. once tybalt is killed, then suddenly capulet needs an heir, he needs a husband for juliet, now, this week. (the role of capulet is best given to the actor in the company that can do over the top apoplexy, you need to believe his urgency comes at least in part by how clearly he could drop dead any moment from giving himself a stroke)
i feel like this play is often taught in middle schools as if it was somehow relevant to, or about, teen hormone storms. really it's got more to do with the social structures around family and inheritance. leaving that context out makes it confusing, why is capulet suddenly flipping from nice dad to evil dad?
I've been thinking about this play a lot lately. I really wanna highlight that Lord Capulet asks Paris to wait and get to know her, and to woo her, while Tybalt lives. While Tybalt is alive, Juliet has something of a reprieve, and her wellbeing as his only child matters more to Capulet. But once Tybalt has died, the gloves come off. Lord Capulet was worried about his daughter's wellbeing when he felt he had the space to care, but as soon as his dynasty is at stake, as soon as this becomes larger than Juliet's happiness, his consideration for her health and mental wellbeing get thrown away. Which also is due in part to the fact that Capulet's family is implicated in a brawl that has left several dead after the Prince's family EXPLICITLY told the Capulets and Montagues to stop fighting or face dire consequences, AND Capulet is trying to align himself with the Prince's family by marrying Juliet off to County Paris, a relative of the Prince. So to Lord Capulet, it is now less important that Juliet is happy, and more important than he reminds the Prince of his loyalty via this marriage and aligns his family with the Prince's before it's too late. And he believes this must be done, at any cost...until Juliet kills herself. And that's when he realises the devastating cost of treating his family as chess pieces. He realises his wrongdoing far too late.
Seriously Romeo and Juliet is HEAVY on the dynastic politics, and I think you can't fully understand the play without understanding how that all works, especially because the impact of dynastic marriages on women and girls is like. THE POINT of the play
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