Enchanted Hypnosis

The sound of My voice pulls you deeper and deeper.

Everything you ever wanted is within your reach, and it feels so good. There is only Me, always Mistress Cassie, and all you do is listen to the sound of My voice.

I take you deeper and deeper, it feels so good.

Listen to the sound of My voice.

All for Mistress Cassie

Thursday, July 28, 2011

So, What's in a trigger?

Email from Crybaby:

Those of you who love erotic hypnosis must know by now that even just a word can put you in a trance. It can be the simplest of phrases or a certain word designed to either put you in trance or just respond with an emotional outburst; or even the carrying out of a direct order from your Master or Mistress. In my case this is Mistress Cassie. Her words seem to wrap around my brain and pry open my deepest fears and inhibitions. They also allow her to get into my subconscious and program or re-program my mind.

Now the oddest aspect of this, at least for myself, is that I am fully aware of what she is doing and I can actually remember things. This however is no saving grace, since I still seem powerless to escape or even stand up to her. She can start me shivering in about ten seconds and it is all over and my resistance becomes absorbed by her powerful hypnotic control and numerous triggers that she applys to my mind.

Recently I tried to be tough and thought that I would challenge or even stand up to her. Well, I got rudly slapped across the face, so to speak, and quickly discovered her ability to change my mind in a mere matter of seconds. All of that attempted resistance got me nothing more but an even deeper trance for all my fighting. I found myself going even deeper in her wordy lair. The more I try to pull out of the quicksand the more I sink deep down into it. All this is
relative to the fact that once you go into trance it is very hard to ever escape it again. So be forewarned hypnosis lovers, and be careful of what you wish for. As the saying goes "you might just get it," and the trigger(s) may just keep you there.

Crybaby
AKA Stupid Loser, Sissy Crybaby Weakling

Surrender

Story, by Matt:


He woke slowly, shaking his head clear of the sleep-induced cobwebs. He knew the dream had come again. The dream of Her. He could feel it in his mind, and in his still drying, quite sticky, shorts. Dreams of Her always ended with pleasure. Dreams of Her always ended in surrender.
It had been years since he started dreaming of his Mistress. He had no clue how it had begun, only that she had appeared in his dreams one night, and since that night, made his mind Her domain. He stretched, preparing to go shower. He stopped to pick up a handful of sex toys. He wasn’t sure why he bought them, and he didn’t think about grabbing them now, he simply acted on impulse.
As he kneeled in the shower using the toys to violate himself in several ways, he felt he could almost see the dream, hear her voice, feel her soft breath whispering new truths in his ear. As he came again, he cried his eternal devotion to Mistress. The dream began to fade as he stood and continued to shower in a more normal manner. By the time his skin was dry, his memories of the worship session were gone. He absently cleaned and replaced the toys.
His life continued in this manner, every few days, a new dream leading to a new worship session, and a new level of devotion to his Mistress. Every few days, ever so slightly closer to remembering his dreams, to consciously becoming aware of his absolute servitude.
It was only a matter of time till he fell. Till his mind was entirely the domain of his Mistress. And soon enough, that time came.
“Hello, Pet,” She said, Her voice causing his mind and body to quake in ecstasy. “Are you ready to surrender completely?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, fervent in his desire to become fully Hers.
“You realize this means public acknowledgement of your slavery? I may tattoo My name across you, to mark you as Mine. Or perhaps I will cause you to become a money making tool, sucking dicks to please Me and to make profit for Me. Perhaps I will choose any of a million possible fates, depending on My whim. Are you ready for that life?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, tears in his eyes. Whether the tears were trepidation or joy, he did not know. She; however, did.
“I can hear the tears in your voice, slave.” She said, voice thick with disapproval. “You are still not ready, despite all the time I have put into your training. Perhaps I should simply dispose of you.”
She sat idly, examining her nails as his repeated, frantic pleas washed past Her. Of course his pleas mattered nothing, She would do as She wished.
“Very well, slave. I shall grant you another chance. When you wake in the morning, you will once more believe Me to be nothing but a recurring dream. When you shower, you will use the largest dildo you have on your ass, and the next largest in your mouth. I want clamps on your nipples and you will clamp them HARD slave. You will suffer for failing to surrender entirely, but you will find such pleasure in carrying out My commands, you will eventually cum while enacting your punishment. When you cum, more of your free will disappears forever, and you become more and more Mine. Perhaps the next call will be the one where you surrender entirely. Remember, slave, the charge on your credit card is a fee for a concierge service. The gifts you will be buying Me are donations to a charity. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” he said, as he began to launch into another round of apologies.
She cut him off, not caring to hear his excuses. “Sleep now, slave, and remember only what I commanded.”
He woke the next morning, shaking the cobwebs out of his mind. On his way to the shower, he nearly dropped his armful of sex toys. Despite such an unwieldy collection of items, he didn’t wonder where they came from, but rather felt an anxious anticipation. He couldn’t understand why he was so excited for just a shower, but he felt that this shower may be the one to change his life. But he didn’t get his hopes up too much. He’d felt that same feeling so many times in the past 7 years.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

An email from Matt

The long road home.

Mistress Cassie,


I'm not sure how to begin this email, except that it should begin with the aphorism I spoke so many times before: Mistress Cassie controls me, I am Her slave.

It's been years since I first uttered those words. Years that have seen good and bad. Seen me run away from You, and return, tail between my legs. Always You've taken me back....because I've been Yours, ever since that first call.

I took paths that led me to others....so called dommes and their so called control. Always, in the back of my mind, I heard your voice whispering "breathe Me in," knowing that having tasted Your true power, Your true control, these other "dommes" were nothing but frippery. I was running again...and this time, I was certain I had run too far for You to care to reclaim. For You to want to reclaim.

How silly of me to have even thought the word "reclaim." You had made me Your own long since, and merely left me rope on my leash to learn for myself how deep, how strong, how LASTING, Your control was. You messaged me months ago...a message I callously rebuffed. I was so strong, I thought, I was so happy with my new "mistress." And here I am again, at Your feet, at Your command, at Your beck and whim. I know I should feel ashamed, embarrassed, or abashed. Instead I feel that deep satisfaction, that guttural peace that only comes from returning home. Your service is my home. Your power is my peace. Your will is my desire. Always, and forever, Mistress Cassie controls me, I am Her slave. Again and again and again. My mantra, my motto. My reason for being.

I realize You knew I would eventually crawl back. I still do not realize how You can hold such compassion for a worthless, wandering slave such as myself, but You do. You still allow me to speak to You, to message You, and perhaps, someday, to serve You as I did before. Because now, years after that first, hesitant call, I understand the words You spoke so long before: "you are Mine forever." That call changed my life...I only wish I had stayed where I belonged, stayed home, stayed in Your grace.

My heart, my mind, my body, my passion, my entire being, belong to You, Mistress Cassie, to do as You wish. I am not telling You this, as You knew already. I am telling myself, and the world, if necessary, that I have finally seen the light. You.

Mistress Cassie controls me, I am Her slave.

Matt

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

a letter from David

This is a letter I received tonight from David, one of My callers.

I have had several hypnosis sessions with Mistress Cassie. These have been femdom BD/SM sessions., but She is great at other types of fetishes also. Each time Mistress Cassie has taken me deeper and deeper and deeper. The last time She took me to unbelievable depths.

When the session began, I said, “Do whatever You want to with me.” Her luscious voice and Her well chosen words immediately surrounded me and separated me from everything around me. Soon I felt that I was in a sensory deprivation chamber. I was totally disoriented. I sensed only what She told me to sense. I felt only what She told me to feel. I thought only what she told me to think. I could only do what She told me to do.

She had transported me to a world where She was the Supreme Goddess who created and controlled everything. She told me that She owned me. I was Her helpless victim. She assured me that no one could help me. I was at Her mercy, and there was no way out. There was no escape possible.
Mistress Cassie had created a new virtual reality for me. Everything was just as She wanted it to be. I knew that my old life had ended. My old self had died. A new life and a new self would be created for me and given to me by Mistress Cassie.

I felt a sense of sorrow and apprehension from the loss of my life and the uncertainty of what Mistress Cassie would shape me into. She sensed my sadness and took advantage of it. She commanded me to, “Cry baby!” I am really not a crier. I could not remember the last time I had shed a tear, but I could not resist her command. I began to weep uncontrollably. When this happened, She became almighty, and I had no strength at all.

She told me that I loved Her, and She had me repeat it until it was true. She told me that I needed Her, and She had me repeat that until it became true also. This was extreme cruelty, since She will never care about me or my feelings. This was just another way for Her to gain absolute control over me.

She then said’ “I‘m going to hurt you badly now. Get ready to feel the worst pain you have ever felt.” She began to describe methods of torture so cruel that I could never have imagined them myself. She spoke as if She was applying those tortures to me at that time. It seemed so real. I begged Her to stop, but She pressed on. I cried out, “Mistress, why are You doing this to me?” Her answer was so obvious and true. “I know you like it,” She answered.

My question had been stupid. The pain had seemed so real that I had forgotten that I had called Her to experience such pain wielded by a beautiful woman, without getting the cuts, bruises, and the like.

Yes, Mistress Cassie had given me what I wanted. Then, She did something for Herself. She said, “I’m going to take everything you have. It’s all for Mistress Cassie. Everything you have is mine.”

My body shuddered and I lost my breath for a moment. I know She can make it happen whenever She wants to. She will take it all and make me thank Her for doing it.