The musings of a hypnotized husband

I am definitely old enough. I am not about to use numbers but I do get discounts at the Early Bird Special at the cafeteria. You need to be over 21.  I am one of the people Dr. Watson called "feeble minded types who go under the minute you point a finger at them." I am married to a beautiful woman who likes to point a finger at me. 

[odyssseusdog]

Our new daily custom

We have evolved a daily custom; She gets ready to go riding, then calls me over and puts me out like a light. I suspect that some programming ensues but it's not my business--I long ago gave Her the keys to my mind to use as She sees fit. I go into a hypnotic sleep acutely aware of Her by my side; after an hour or so I wake up feeling wonderfully relaxed and focused and discover that she is not by my side--she went riding and left me unconscious. The best use of me I suspect.

[odyssseusdog]

Hynotic help

Me to Elle: I am having concentrating on all the reading and notetaking I have to do. My mind keeps wandering or I go online.

Elle to me: Look at my hand.

(Amnesia until awakening an hour later)

NOW I CAN’T STOP WORKING AND CONCENTRATING!! I’D BE UPSET IF IT WASN’T SOOOOOOOO SEXY!

[odyssseusdog]

Elle mentioned this morning that the house these days is so neat that we can cut back on the cleaner. I asked how that happened and she just smiled. Now if you'll excuse me I have to relax . . . relax . . . relax. . . by emptying the dishwasher.

[odyssseusdog]

Yesterday afternoon

While Elle went riding, she put me under and told me I would not wake until she woke me. Then she told me "you're not in charge of anything." The elevator dropped to sub-basement level on that. For the next two hours, I would sleep deeply and then almost wake, then hear a voice saying, "Elle says sleep," and drop back down.

I feel wonderful this morning.

[odyssseusdog]

A good start to the morning

After I served Elle her morning coffee and biscuit in bed, she asked whether I had slept well. Alas, for whatever reason, I had not. So out of her great mercy, Elle decided I needed to start my morning with a nap. She talked to me for a few minutes in a low voice. The next thing I knew it was an hour later and I felt rested and ready for the day. I wonder what it was her voice was saying. Thank you, Elle.

[somnus-the-tist]

[odyssseusdog]

The Window Sleep

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen now, as sure as night follows day. In a few minutes I’m going to tell you what to do and you’ll do it because it will be what you want to do because what I want is what you want to do, whatever it is I want, and your friends in the back room and the people walking by on the boardwalk will look at you and they’re going to laugh. And you’re going to find that you don’t mind one bit because you know you want to do what I tell you to do and you have to do what you want to do because what you want to do is whatever I want you to do. And the reason for that is that, to be completely honest, what I want matters and what you want doesn’t matter. And that’s just fine with you because mattering is so hard. What matters is what I want. I want you to keep looking. Sure, you can try to look away, but you can’t, can you? You just want to keep looking, you just want to keep listening, you just want to do what I tell you and nothing else matters except what I say and what I want. Let me explain to you how I know that. There’s a reason I picked you to help me when I came into that backroom. It’s an air you have about yourself as if you were a bluetick hound who has gotten lost in the woods and is waiting to hear his mistress’s voice. It’s the look of a man who was born with a saddle on his back and needed a woman to ride him. A man who needed to belong to somebody and do exactly what she told him to do. I can tell that’s who you are by your body posture, by your face, and I can tell you it’s nothing to feel bad about. You live alone, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“In my travels,” she said, “I see a lot of men who have been waiting their whole lives for someone to come along and take charge of them and give them orders and allow them to serve, and when I do that it makes them very happy. For you, my friend, obedience is your freedom. You want to be owned. In fact, it makes you happy. I can tell by that big dopey smile that’s spreading across your face. Don’t try to hide it.” And after she said that I did feel myself smiling a big dopey smile and I didn’t know whether she had spotted the smile coming and told me it was coming or she’d told me to smile and so I smiled, but it didn’t really matter because I was so happy, and listening so hard for whatever she was going to say next.

So she said, “Now you just keep looking at my eyes but I’m going to tell you that your friends have all gathered around the front window and some of the folks in town to shop have stopped and are looking in the front window and in a minute they’re going to laugh at you and that’s going to make you really happy. In even thinking about it striske you as funny. You’re starting to laugh now—it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard of. You’re enjoying that they’re laughing at you and it’s just tickling you to death and you’re laughing so hard—now, don’t fall out of that chair but you just can’t stop laughing no matter what—laugh! I said, laugh! That’s right, LAUGH!”

Stranger, I wasn’t sure I could breathe, but then she yelled:

“STOP! Stop now! You can’t laugh, you can’t speak, you can’t move. You know folks are laughing at you and that makes you really proud. You are proud you can obey me so quickly and completely. You’re proud that my will is stronger than yours. You’re proud that my will is your will, in fact, you’re proud you have no will. You never wanted a will and mine is so much better. All that matters is my will, and that makes you feel proud. OK, you can move again, get comfortable in that chair and take this fishing pole I give you because I think today is a day you ought to be fishing. In fact, you are fishing. You’re at the most beautiful fishing hole in these parts. You hear the wind rustling in the trees, you feel the breeze on your face, you hear the birds and you have got to catch some fish. Catching fish is your only job for the day and you will stay right here until you catch some. Time will go by, but it won’t bother you, it’ll just be a few minutes and at the end of that time some folks are going to come and get you and take you to where I am and I’m going to let you help me some more. Wouldn’t you like that?” I was nodding. “That’s right,” she said. “All you want to do is what I tell you to do. You are my little puppet, and it feels wonderful. And you are going to enjoy spending a little time fishing, because you know that I want you to do it. You know I know what you’re are doing, and so you don’t mind if I ignore you.”

She put that bamboo pole in my hand and right away I knew I had some serious fishing to do. Other stuff was going on around me, but I didn’t pay attention because I had a job to do. They told me later that she put up a sign in the window that said, “You are witnessing a demonstration of mesmerism by Madame Morpheus. The volunteer in the window believes he is fishing in a pond. Madam Morpheus performs at 7:00 PM at the Town Auditorium. ONE NIGHT ONLY! Tickets are still available.”

[odyssseusdog]

Here's a picture of The Window Sleep, which is illegal in Everett, Washington.

[odyssseusdog]

Today's news

No Displaying a Hypnotized Person in a Store Window (Everett, WA)

In Everett, it's perfectly legal to perform a hypnosis show — but don’t you dare turn it into window décor. According to Everett Municipal Code 9.24.010, it’s unlawful to display someone under hypnosis in any shop window or public space outside the hall or theater where the performance is happening. The law, a holdover from a much earlier era (likely early 1900s), seems designed to protect unsuspecting passersby from the unsettling sight of a person mid-trance. So if you’re a stage hypnotist hoping to promote your show with a dazed volunteer in the front window: don’t. In Everett, zoning out in public is still strictly regulated.

[odyssseusdog]

New Assignments

I have always hated changing the garbage bag in the kitchen can for some reason and used any excuse to avoid it. A few days ago, I confessed this shame-facedly to Elle--since, of course, cleaning the kitchen is entirely my job. Elle urged me to think about other things while she had a few whispered words with my unconscious mind. Later that day I realized I was fantasizing about changing the garbage bag as something I might be allowed to do if I am lucky. Now I find it so sexy and fun that I feel constrained to ask for permission before i do it. My one frustration is that the bags don't fill up fast enough ....

[hypnomemers]

I love hypnosis

[odyssseusdog]

A fantasy I had while lingering half asleep after trance

I am in a darkened theater, surrounded by hundreds of others. Elle is on the stage in her blue dress, explaining what hypnosis is, how it happens, what it . . feels . . . like. . . . At this point I am feeling strange--as if I am the only person there--except I feel that hundreds of people are staring at me except they don't matter the only thing that matters is that Elle seems to be staring at me and only me as she tells the audience--me--to clasp our hands tighter--tighter--tighter . . . and then we can't--I can't--unclasp them and she is looking at me--only me--with a derisive smile and without a word she points a finger at me and crooks it and I am floating . . . floating. . onto the stage and the theater is so quiet except for the laughter of the crowd which I don't really hear because her eyes are filling my sight and her eyes pull me closer...closer..and she is speaking and I listen as she says, "When I count to three you will be able to unclasp your hands and you will follow my suggestions without hesitation or thought of resistance and I am counting down now, 1 . . . 2 . .. THREE--YOU ARE NOW A CHICKEN! CLUCK FOR ME, LITTLE MAN!" and I am a chicken and I cluck and flap feeling so free and happy until she snaps and says, "Sleep!" and i collapse at the edge of the stage while she conducts the show with other volunteers. When I wake up the theater is empty and I know what I must do, I know where I must go, I know who will be waiting for me . . .

[odyssseusdog]

Yesterday I awoke

In bed staring at the ceiling and feeling profoundly calm. The sun was shining through the window and it was clearly a bright lazy Sunday afternoon. Gradually I began to piece together how I got there--How Elle decided I needed a nap while she went out to do some errands, and began with telling me to imagine I was resting under her feet and then taking me deeper and deeper until I entered that utterly blank stage that is the key to my sanity. It took a while for all this to come back to me--and of course it didn't all come back. I suspect there's some programming there I am not supposed to access. I certainly hope so.

[odyssseusdog]

L. has programed me to stop and go down deep for a moment when she said, "Sit." It's designed to interrupt me getting worried about something. It works! I didn't remember the programing so it was a pleasant surprise.

[odyssseusdog]

Mysterious words

L. has begun saying words to me that change my emotional state--for example, "Link," makes me think of a leash and of being trained to follow her without needing to be told. I asked why I feel that thought and she smiled. I think it has to do with the hour or so I spend in a trance next to her at night. What do you think?

[odyssseusdog]

Just took a nap

Elle decided I needed a nap. She waved her hand in front of my face. I thought, "This won't work." I woke up in bed an hour later. Feeling great. <3

[odyssseusdog]

afternoon at home

The kitchen is spotless. I have a dim memory of cleaning it. I think. L. tells me there are more suggestions lurking inside me and she may or may not tell me when I follow them. Which I will.