Posts Tagged ‘hypnosis’

Here is the kinky phonesex post of the day:

Have you ever been just a wanking away on that little dick, feeling O so good, almost there, and then your hand cramps, Oh No! This can’t be happening, I’m feeling so good, my fat willy is ready to explode! Please my faithful hand don’t give out on me now. Just a few more wanks to glory. PLEASE!

Oh dear the man says; what should I do? The man exclaims I know, go see my doctor he will know what’s wrong with old faithful. So the man goes to the doctor and what does he say; sir you are suffering from carpal wanker syndrome. What the man says? I believe you are confused isn’t that suppose to be carpal syndrome a condition for people that type too much? No the doctor says; this is another condition that effects those that wank too much. You see, if you wank to much, you tend to run the risk of wearing down the joint in your wrist so there for your wanking hand as time goes by will not be able to wank with such wonderful gusto. You will have to try and give that hand time to heal and use your left hand to wank. But no doctor that will not work! You see, I tried, but try and try as I may my left hand just couldn’t keep the same pace as my faithful right hand has all these years. The man says with dismay; I cannot get the speed and consistency that I need to fulfill my joyous explosion of ecstasy. Well the doctor stands there scratching his head, and then he says I have one other idea to offer you. What the man says to the doctor I will try anything please, please tell me. The doctor looks at the man and says; go buy yourself a fleshlight, it feels like a real pussy, or so I’ve been told. And best of all the doctor says; they come with different size holes. Yes, I’m telling you the truth, you can get one to feel like anal or you can get one to feel like a pussy, the choice is up to you. Now young man go fourth and wank to your hearts desire with your new fleshlight which can be used with either you left or right hand. So there for you can be a lefty and have a good wank! Enjoy.

Mean Phonesex

Here is the phone sex blog of the day:

OK, everyone, get your blankies and cocoa, and gather round, we’re going to have Story Time!

Today’s story is a cautionary tale of a boy we’ll call… Zack.

Zack was a wonder of modern homo sapiens – and proof that Darwin is WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. Zack, see, has a chastity fetish. He has others, but we’ll get to that in time. As most of you know, I do hypnosis, and I’m pretty damned good at it. Zack wanted desperately to partake of a trance session… but he wanted to feel what it was like to be in a woman’s body while he was under. So, of course, I obliged, because the idea of giving him big fat titties makes me giggle. (I’d post a picture of him but the only pics I have involve making him cum all the way up his chest and send me proof. Suffice it to say he’s extraordinarily fair-skinned and REALLY geeky. ) OK, so let me back up a sec. Chastity fetish, Darwin, Zack…. Yeah. He was in chastity, locked up, with my darling Lotus as Keyholder. And, because he had this strange idea that he might get lucky with his ex-girlfriend (they’re exes for a good reason, dumbass!), he decided to get himself out of chastity without telling Lotus. Well, not having a key, he thought and thought and thought til his thinker was sore – I figure it took about three minutes to get there. And he decided to take matters Into His Own Hands.

In his amazing conclusion, the cure for his little locked-up-cock problem was, “find a way to remove the lock.” Seems like a reasonable thing, yes? I know, it made sense to me, too. What DIDN’T make sense was the method employed by our hero to REMOVE the lock. Dumbass Zack busted out the BENCH GRINDER, and cut the lock off his junk. Now, I dunno about you guys but were I in possession of a penis, actually attached to my body? I sure as HELL wouldn’t let a bench grinder within about 15 feet. So. He cut the lock off, and wonder of wonders, did NOT wound his boy bits!

He ended up not getting lucky with the ex, and now he’s got to explain himself to Lotus. Let’s skip a bit here, wherein she is Not Amused, and turns him over to me for a while.

I did some hypno with him, simple addiction work, trigger words, and because it amused me, the sensation of E-cup boobies weighing down his chest. He responded remarkably well to that, almost TOO well – if you know what I mean… I think really, deep inside, Zack wants to be a woman. It’s almost enough to make me want to make him pay for a trip to Thailand to get him a chop job. ANYWAY. So, Zack is doing fine as one of my Boys, learning well, and then flubs it all up. so, I tell him to hit the road.

Three months later, he comes crawling back, begging me to put him in chastity and do more hypno. So… I make a grand mistake. I give him a second chance.

This is why I don’t DO second chances. If any of you boys get upset because you’ve been cast out of My presence? You can blame Zack.

I told him, straight up. Three things. A call, a tribute on Niteflirt, and a return to making daily blogposts on an LJ set up specifically for me to read.. If he did all three, it would show he was sincere in his intentions to do his servitude correctly. The blog was summarliy updated, the call was scheduled, no tribute arrived. I figured, eh, do the call and tribute at the same time, some guys prefer that… giving the benefit of the doubt, you see.

The blogposts in the two days between allowing him back into my service and the day we were going to do the call should have tipped me off, but I admit, I believed he really DID want a second chance. I told him I wanted 250 words on the nature of sacrifice and what it meant to him. I read his blog that day and there was a sad, sad little plea for me NOT to make him give up anything he liked and how sacrifice wasn’t fair to expect of anyone, let alone a subbie.

Our IM that evening was a sad, sad thing. He asked, over and over again for pictures of My breasts so that he could obsess over them. I told him no, over and over again, because he hadn’t fulfilled all three requests.

So, we did the call… more hypnosis. great big huge boobies for Zack! No tribute for Miss Olivia. So I prodded him a bit about it.

Come to find out, he decided, in his infinite wisdom, that paying me for a call and sending me a tribute were the same thing. Now I’m here to tell you, boys, it’s really, really not.

I’ll be continuing this post shortly, I just want to get THIS much posted, so I don’t forget.

Phonesex Mistress Olivia