Top Ten Sessions from MindQuake 2019
Hi, I’m Sweet! And this is the top ten highlight sessions at MindQuake!
It was so difficult to only chose ten! I hope you enjoy!
Please note: In this tumblr, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently be using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while heavily fractionated.
Before I start the scenes, some information: I spent the entire MindQuake with one Caleb, including being his roommate. We did a lot of consent negotiation, and everything we did, whether it was mentioned in this post or not, was consented to.
We did so much stuff, finishing the original write-up was difficult, so I decided to write the Top Ten Scenes instead.
This particular Caleb I’ve been working with for 18 months, and MindQuake was our first time meeting in real life and I learned some interesting (and hot) things.
I absolutely adore trancing him online. He’s one of my favorite subjects (am I allowed to say that?).
Trancing him in person was a million times better. We hadn’t even videoed before, so I had no idea that his eyelids didn’t close all the way nor did I know his eyes rolled up in the back of his head.
When counting him up, it was fascinating to see, through that tiny slit between his eyelids, his eyes go from pure white to his iris suddenly returning.
So hot!
I had been promising him a collar for this convention. Even though I don’t mention it, every single scene we did, he wore this collar.
He took it off for vanillas, showers, and sleeping. And the rest of the time, he wore the collar.
We had a ritual, which included a mantra, every time I put it on him or took it off him. A ritual that meant a lot to both of us.
Lastly, sometimes I don’t mention aftercare. All these sessions included aftercare.
Scene 1: Panties
I had brought several pairs of panties, which he was to wear one a day, each day, and I wanted to give him a suggestion that would last all weekend.
Once he was in trance, I started rubbing and stroking his cock through his panties, making him make those delicious moans I love so much.
“Each and every time you forget you are wearing panties, whenever you remember you are wearing them, you will feel the pleasure of my hand stroking your cock for five or six seconds.”
He consented. Before I brought him back up, I asked his mind to have him forget he was wearing panties, which his mind agreed to.
I brought him up (watching his eyes the whole time). Once he was up and standing, I reminded him he was wearing panties. Watching him squirm as he remembered and felt my hand on him was downright hot.
I absolutely loved watching him squirm randomly all weekend, as he forgot and then remembered again and again.
Here’s a pic of him, wearing a hood I crocheted myself looking yummy in a pair of those panties.
Scene 2: Snaps
He happens to be one of my Calebs who looooooves my Snaps. To the point where if I snap too much, too quickly he’ll… ummmm… finish.
I snapped with both hands on either side of his head. Snapped over and over and over again, until I accidentally shattered his mind.
I say accidentally because I was talking and teasing him and finally at some point, noticed I was no longer receiving a response.
I stopped snapping. “Caleb? You up?”
No answer.
“Caleb? You under?”
No answer.
“Caaaaaleb?” and I rocked his shoulder.
“Shattered” finally came the answer.
“Oh, you’re shattered. How nice. That means I can do this… and you won’t mind.”
I reached down into his panties, and pulled out his cock and started rubbing it, telling him what a good shattered toy he was.
After about 5 minutes or so, I tucked him back into his black satin panties and started piecing his mind back together again.
After he was up, he reached down to his panties and was like “Oh goodness. These are soaked.”
Scene 3: The Best Things in Life are Freeze Class
Caleb and I fixed three chairs in the front of the class and I had handouts and pens for my “students” which I handed out as people came in.
When I wrote this class, it was originally with Boyfriend Caleb and though Caleb didn’t have the same views and experience as Boyfriend Caleb, he still had great insights and I had zero issues letting him answer the questions he wanted to.
I also loved being able to show him off. Someone gave us a suggestion “freeze thoughts” which I had used before on other Calebs, but never this one.
We discussed it a moment or two before trying it out. I, of course, teased him first by freezing and unfreezing other parts of his body as I walked around his chair before finally saying the words “freeze thoughts”.
I let those thoughts be frozen for approximately two minutes before I unfroze him. We discussed what had happened.
“My mind seemed to stop on a single thought, repeating it over again every time it finished.”
Lightbulb!
I leaned down next to him and whispered in his ear, “Say your mantra over and over in your head.” I didn’t tell the class what his mantra was though.
After a moment or two, I ordered “Freeze thoughts” again. And, even though the rest of him was unfrozen, it seemed like everything froze. Then again, I guess it’s difficult to move the body with no mind.
Another two minutes passed and “Unfreeze.”
“Woah,” he exclaimed, catching himself against his legs as he unfroze. “The subbyness of that hit me all at once.”
I grinned, loving this new weapon in my arsenal.
After the end of the class, we thanked everyone and collected the majority of the pens back.
Scene 4: Nipples
I have a thing for nipples. I find nipples so tempting and I have two nipple suckers in my toy bag.
Before we began, dropped him and made his nipples sensitive, and told him that every time I snapped and said “increase” his nipples would grow more sensitive.
He agreed and I brought him up.
For the first five minutes or so, I played with his nipples, gently pinching, pulling, rubbing, overall teasing and getting a feel for his new sensitivity.
Then I brought out my two nipple suckers.
I placed one, then the other, and did only a few twists until he said stop.
We talked and tranced, with these his nipples, slowly sucking them in higher and higher as he got used to them.
I also made his nipples more and more sensitive, as I tightened the nipple suckers.
I would, of course, let him adjust and giving me the okay before moving on.
When they were drawn about a quarter up the tubes, I stopped and made his nipples more and more and more sensitive. Snapping and “increase”ing, until the point where I shattered him again, this time far more deliberate.
He his body, wearing the black panties, his nipples almost purple, his eyes slit and white, his mouth hanging open as he was shattered.
I was almost disappointed when I looked at the time and saw I needed to bring him back up now.
I carefully pieced his mind back together again, and then brought him all the way up.
I warned him of the possible pain with removing them.
The first one didn’t hurt at all, the second hurt quite a bit.
In the few photos I have that include his nipples, you can see the marks of the nipple suckers, which left his nipples sensitive for most of MQ.
Scene 5: Hypnotic Drug Play
@theleeallure teaches a class on Sticky Note drug play. I won’t go into too much detail, since that is her class. However I used this type of drug play to edge him 400+ times and to give him anal orgasms.
At one point I made him so extremely needy to be pegged, he was on his back on the floor, his legs raised, his elbows holding them up while he begged to be fucked.
“Please, please, fuck me, Miss Sweet.” Oh such lovely begging.
After enjoying the show for a minute or so, I canceled all the neediness, let him calm, and then used the sticky notes to turn him into my own personal stripper.
He was wearing the second pair of panties, a light pink pair with little black bows, and he danced sensually for me, looking extremely hot.
He then crawled over to me and began kissing me.
When I asked him “is this allowed” he shushed me and went back to kissing me.
Finally I canceled the stripper and I brought him back up, reminding him how good it felt to need to be fucked by me. I loved the way he blushed at that.
Scene 6: Fractionation and Hair Pulls
He had had a session with a Rope Domme the previous night, one that I watched and I saw how much he loved being pulled around by her, so I decided to try my hand at it.
I’m not a fan of rope but something I’m quite confident in doing is chest harnesses.
He enjoyed as I wrapped the rope around him in a chest harness, and then I had him sit between the wall and the bed, facing the bed, while I sat in the comfy chair to his right.
“You like dropping when I simply do this…” and I pulled his hair, dropping him.”Don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good, then I bet you can come all the way back awake when I…” and again I pulled his hair, this time bringing his face up.
He blinked, “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
I dropped him this way several more times, and then I started using the chest harness he was wearing to drop him. One hand wrapped in the back of the chest harness, one hand on his shoulder.
I started moving his entire body forward, “down” and back “up”.
After I did that for a while I decided to test my strength, I knew he had his safewords if he needed them, and I was sure this was something he’d enjoy.
With my hand in the same position, I started swinging his upper body around in a circle. Again and again, bringing him down everytime his head came near the bed, and up every time his back was (relatively) straight.
I fractionated him like that for a while before I looked at the time. Unfortunately, we had somewhere to be, or else I’d have fractionated him longer.
Before I brought him up, I gave him a suggestion.
“You are going to find, when I bring you all the way up, that you are heavily fractionated. So heavily fractionated, in fact, that your mind is still foggy and cloudy. So foggy and cloudy that, as you attempt to get dressed, your mind will have zero idea how to put on your clothes properly. Eventually you’ll figure out a piece of clothing, however, the next one will be as confusing and foggy as the first one was. Do you understand?
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
I went over it one more time and received another “Yes, Miss Sweet”, before I untied the chest harness, slowly counting him back up from one to ten.
When I reached ten, the chest harness was off and he was all the way awake.
I hugged him, handed him his water, and pet him for a few minutes as aftercare before having him sit up, telling him, “you need to get dressed now, or we are going to be late.”
As I as already dressed, I sat there, thoroughly amused as I watched him attempt to put on his panties. His first attempt placed both legs in properly and but with the butt in the front.
He turned them around, got one leg in properly, managed somehow to get his other leg into them in such a way it formed a mobius, basically a figure 8 between his legs.
After a few more attempts, he had them around his knees correctly. I asked him “Oh, is this the way they go?”
He looked down, shook his head, and took them off again.
After a few more attempts, I tried to help by showing him the penis pouch these particular panties had. He looked closely at the penis pouch and, without putting his legs anywhere in the panties, simply opened the pouch up and stuffed his penis inside.
He looked at me, proud he got them on.
“Is that the way they go?” I somehow managed not to laugh.
He looked down at his penis stuffed in the pouch, everything else hanging down, “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so, take them off and try again.” I helped him this time, and, with a bit of struggle he finally got them on properly. I looked at the clock. Not enough time to do his shirt, socks, and pants, sadly.
I canceled the trigger and we left the room only 2 minutes late. This, I think, was the silliest suggestion I had given him all weekend.
Scene 7: Edges
I had been edging him throughout the entire convention, and I finally showed him my click counter which I had secretly been using to count his edges, starting Thursday evening, to now, Mid-Sunday. At this point it had 641 edges on it.
That was so close to 44, my favorite number. I tranced him, brought him deep, and edged him a few more times before…
“You know how many edges are in this counter, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“I wonder what will happen if I touch you with this counter?”
A moan and a shudder.
“I bet you’ll experience all those edges again, won’t you?”
Another shudder. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“So, when I touch you with this counter, you’ll feel all these edges…”
His eyes were (mostly) closed, however I brought my hand close to his body, holding the counter, and ran my hand inches from his skin, over his body,
“I wonder if you can feel all these edges hovering inches over your skin?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Very good. Now edge.” and I pressed the counter to his forehead, which caused him to gasp, moan, and… break.
After he stopped moaning and shuddering, his body went limp.
“Caleb? How you feeling?”
Silence.
“Caleb?”
“Broken and blank. Blank and broken.” he said and this continued for about a minute and a half. It was so hot, I recorded it.
He gave me consent to post it, so if you want to hear what my Caleb’s broken mantra sounds like, you can click on this link to my YouTube. (Link can only be found on this, and reblogs of this post.)
It’s 1 minute and 16 seconds.
After I brought him up, I had to click all of his new edges.
Scene 8: Caged Hypnotoy
There was a cage in the dungeon and Caleb had requested a scene using it.
I brought him under and made him into a Captured HypnoToy. Someone I had met at a BDSM club and seduced back to my place and now he was a captured hypnotoy to please me at my whim.
“Oh, what a good captured hypnotoy.” As I walked around his chair in a circle. “I wonder, do you know where captured hypnotoy’s sleep?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “They sleep in cages. Stand up.”
And, still deeply hypnotized, he did.
“Very good, and walk over here.” I stood a few steps away, by the cage. It was a wooden cage, with red leather on top, in two sections. One of those sections lifted up for the sub to step over the side of the cage and into it. And I had him do just that, step into the cage. There was more red leather on the bottom, for padding.
“Now that you are my captured hypno toy, this is where you will live. And, since you are such a good hypno toy, you love that idea, don’t you?”
He nodded. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Very good. Now lay down in your new home.”
He lay down with his head towards the speakers playing heavy music. I had him stand up, so he could lay the other way. Otherwise he would have been unable to hear me. I then closed the cage.
“Look around your cage.” He did, moving his head around to see past his 6’3 frame folded into this 4’ cage. He lay with his knees folded down.
“You enjoy your new home, don’t you, hypnotoy?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” His breath sped up with his excitement.
“Very good.I have another surprise for you.”
I laid down next to the cage and took out my newly acquired roll of Bondage Tape in Hot Pink, his favorite color. I took off the plastic wrap and then held it to him.
“See? I bet you are such a good hypnotoy, one who loves being captured, that you want to feel what this feels like around your wrists, don’t you?”
Moan. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good hypnotoy. Put your wrists together.”
And he did. I reached my hands through the wide spaced bar and wrapped his wrists. He was such a good hypnotoy, he moved his wrists around to help me.
His wrists wrapped nice and tight, I cut the tape, I had him admire his wrists. Which he happily did, enjoying the way the hot pink tape went well with his light pink panties.
After playing for a few more minutes, I got an idea. He was technically already in trance, however I dropped him deeper, and placed his wrists on his panties.
“I’d like your mind to be unaware of what color tape is binding your wrists. And everytime you look and see that its pink, you’ll say “Pink!” and when you do, I’d like you to feel the pleasure my mouth on your cock for approximately 5 seconds. Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Then, after you can no longer see your wrists, I want your mind to once again be unaware of both the color of the tape, as well as the pleasure you just received. Are you okay with this?”
A nod. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
After reiterating everything one more time, and again, asking if he was okay with this and getting a “yes” I brought him up.
I carefully reached into the cage and poured some water in his mouth before we continued.
“Caleb, without looking what color of tape is around your wrists?”
His forehead did that scrunched-up-I’m-thinking-thing. “I… don’t know. I hope they’re pink though. I like pink.”
“Take a look.”
At my word he lifted his wrists. “Pink!” And started moaning and bucking his hips for a few seconds, making me smile.
“Very good!” I lowered his wrists. “So, what color was that tape?”
“I… I don’t know. I just saw it, but I can’t… I don’t…”
“Do you hope its black?”
“Black is okay. I like black. I hope its pink though.”
“What about blue?”
“Blue is nice.”
“How about purple? You know that purple is my favorite color, don’t you?”
“Yes, I like purple, too.”
“Go ahead, take a look.”
Again, he lifted his wrists. “Pink!” And more moaning and bucking of his hips, which I greatly enjoyed.
We did this for a few more minutes before I dropped him again and took the pink tape off his wrists (it only sticks to itself!).
“Now you are my captured hypnotoy. I wonder what it would be like for you to be captured for years? Would you like that?”
He nodded. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Close your eyes and imagine, imagine, imagine, fill your mind as to what it would be like to be my captured hypnotoy, for years.”
I reached through the bars and caressed his skin as he imagined and moaned and made such cute sounds for me. We stayed like this for a while.
“And letting all that go, coming back to the here and now.” I asked the dungeon monitor to help me raise the lid (which was difficult sitting down) and Caleb stepped out of the cage. We briefly aftercared before I had him clean the inside of the cage, something I wasn’t physically capable of, or I would have.
Then we moved on to actual aftercare.
Scene 9: Flogger
After we left the hotel Monday afternoon, we made our way to Wicked Grounds, which is a BDSM coffee shop in downtown San Francisco to meet the people who were still around.
Most of the tables had been claimed but there was a comfy chair that hadn’t been.
I had Caleb pull up an unclaimed wooden chair and sit next to me, in the comfy chair. After a bit, of talking and negotiation I moved my stuff from next to me and ordered him to sit on my lap.
He was hesitant, complaining that he was too big to sit on my lap.
“No you are not. You are perfectly lap sized. Stop that and come sit on my lap.”
And he did, settling his hips on me, his legs dangling off mine, his shoulders above my head and his head on the headrest.
I dropped him down and started reminding him of a spanking session we had done earlier that morning. A spanking done with a leather Rose flogger, one with four falls, I had won in the Volunteer Raffle.
I gave him the trigger word “Rose” and started spanking him with that flogger once again. Him on my lap, deep in trance, jumping and moaning from a single word.
Oh, yes. I love hypnosis.
Scene 10: Collar and Edges
Mid-afternoon we briefly left Wicked Grounds went for a walk for bubble tea, which I have no desire for, but that he enjoys. The shop was several streets over and on the way, we spied a BDSM store.
On the way back, my Caleb happily sipping his bubble tea, we stopped in the BDSM store.
I had collared him all weekend, however I was taking the collar home with me. I wanted to find him a play collar he could take home and wear for sessions.
I spied a shoebox full of random colors and sizes. I tried a few around his neck before we settled on maaaaybe buying a purple one.
We walked around the store, admiring all the bondage equipment and turned a corner. There, on a counter, was a clear case full of collars.
One immediately caught my eye and I, quite literally, shouted, “Boy Toy!” and was immediately embarrassed. Oops. Luckily the shop was empty except for the clerk.
Caleb and I looked through the collars looking for a Boy Toy in pink. The one I had spied was red and I personally dislike red.
Not being able to find what we wanted, we called over the woman and asked her.
She said she would be able to find something and what size did he need?
We weren’t sure, so she pulled out a collar that read “Cum Slut” and handed it to me. I hesitated, imagined putting it on him, and immediately put it back down again.
“I’m sorry. I can’t put this word around him. Even for a minute. Do you have anything positive?”
And she looked surprised for a moment and then nodded. “I understand.” and then she began pulling out other collars.
The one I snagged was “Mistress” which he doesn’t call me, however I was okay with putting it on him to test the size.
I wrapped it around his neck and snapped it into place. After testing how easy he could remove it, Caleb agreed, handing it back to me.
I asked her for that size in pink with “Boy Toy” on it.
While I waited, Caleb walked across the street back to Wicked Grounds, since someone was watching our stuff and we had been gone a while.
When I got back to Wicked Grounds I wrapped his new Boy Toy collar around his neck and we played for a while.
I had been sure to snag my click counter and by now it had over 1k edges on it.
I tranced him, looking so delicious in his new pink collar and I let him know that when I pressed the Click counter against his neck, he would experience all these 1,394 edges again.
“You know this will break me again, right?”
“Yes, Caleb. You’re okay with that, yes?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
I also made sure to lower the volume of his moans since we were sitting on a couch directly across from the open door.
I brought him up, waited for a woman to get off her phone, so we didn’t disturb her phone call.
And then I pressed the click counter with all his edges to the side of his neck.
He arched, and moaned (much lower than his normal moans) and eventually slid most of his body off the couch.
I let him be for several minutes, until he stopped moaning and then I attempted to get his body to move comfortably back on the couch.
It was a lost cause and I could not haul a 6’3 body up. So, I left him there, petting and stroking him, all broken in the middle of this Kinky Cafe, people surrounding us and walking by on the street.
Total edges given to my Caleb at MindQuake
A lovely final scene before the our teary eyed good-byes.
And that was my MindQuake!
PS. This was extremely difficult to write. If you could please support all my hard work writing this by reblogging, I’d appreciate it.
I adore this woman
and her toy was totally adorable
