April 12,

I’m back and ready to share with you everything else that was said the last time we spoke. Again, I remind you that permission was granted for me to do this. I would never betray his trust or anyone else’s and believe me there have been many times when I’ve been tempted to do so.
So… Darren was a little nervous when he confessed his latest desire, but he had no reason to be. What he asked wasn’t as out there as he thought. Having already been made to believe he was someone else, now he was looking into pushing the boundaries of perception and intelligence.
“Do you want to feel smarter or dumber?” I asked. “The latter is more popular but interesting things can be done with the former as well if you’re in the right frame of mind.”
“Oh good, you’ve done this kind of thing before!”
“IQ play? Of course I did! It’s a whole new level of control that can be quite exhilarating. Seeing subbies melt into a puddle as they forget to do basic math and things like that… Hmm, melts me every time.”
“And the opposite?”
“It’s good too but an altogether different experience because more imagination comes into play. Everyone can memorize Einstein quotes and repeat them for instance, but when you feel really smart, you access other parts of your brain that go beyond memory. The dynamics are great but a little trickier to implement.”
“How come?”
“Because going dumber is losing something, forgetting a basic part of you even if only for a few moments. It ties deeply with the desire to lose control and be at another one’s mercy. When you’re hypnotized to feel you’re losing your intelligence, you become more dependent on the hypnotist planting those suggestions in your mind, and dependance creates more control. If you can’t think for yourself and solve simple problems, you need her to think for you, give you the answers. and shape your world. You can enslave a person with IQ play quite easily.”
“I’m sorry, did you say enslave?”
“Yes, Darren, I did. Hypnotic slavery is real, but it can be quite pleasant. In fact, if you want it to stick, you make it as pleasant as possible, rewriting thoughts one by one and creating a new set of rules for the subject to adhere to. Repeating those triggers and suggestions over and over again creates a new persona that’s always willing to serve and obey. Anyone dreaming of that will find themselves on cloud nine all the time.”
“Oh, wow!” he mumbled, and I could almost hear his cheeks turning red from a distance. I pictured him all flustered, his legs crossed, as his cock hardened and his balls became swollen, imagining all the possibilities that came with giving away so much power to another person. “That’s… hmmm… that’s a lot!”
“Yes, perhaps it is, but I couldn’t help thinking about it. If you want me to take control of your brain for a bit, I’ll lower your IQ, no problem.”
“Okay. No slavery though. That’s way more than I can handle, and I like having thoughts of my own.”
“Relax, Darren… It was just a tease to make you squirm a little. I’ll only push the envelope as far as you’ll let me, but when you ask me something, I’ll be honest in my answers and always tell you what’s on my mind. I expect you to do the same. Without trust, none of this matters.”
“I understand. I never thought there could be a connection, though.”
“There are connections everywhere and our brains create more of them in a state of trance. To shape those connections in meaningful ways is part of the joy of being a hypnodomme.”
“Even if that means turning a person into a slave?”
“Hmm, I can see you’re somewhat bothered by it, so let’s reframe things for a bit. Tell me a food you really like.”
“Spaghetti alla carbonara,” he replied almost instantly.
“Hmm, I like it too. Do you know someone who doesn’t like that?”
“Yes.”
“Who, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“A cousin of mine. She doesn’t like spaghetti at all. I think she’s the only one in the family.”
“Okay. Do you resent your cousin for not liking it?”
“Of course not.”
“Why not? She’s clearly an outlier. If everyone likes it but not her, shouldn’t you judge her on account!”
“No! That’s preposterous. Her tastes are different, and she’s entitled to have them! Who am I to tell her what to like?”
“Exactly. Different people, different tastes. Something as trivial as that shouldn’t interfere in our relationship. You love her the same whether she likes spaghetti or not, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Kinks are not that much different from food. Some desires are a basic need people strive to satisfy. When a desire to serve is quite strong, it turns into a longing for complete surrender. I can give them that, and I’m happy to do so. Everyone who has ever became a slave under my control did so willingly because they needed the freedom of having no freedom at all. It’s a life-altering decision that shouldn’t be taken lightly, but yes, I’ve made it happen. All takeovers were consensual and blissful, and I’ll have it no other way. Do you understand now?” 
“I think so.”
“Good. That’s enough about the beauty of hypnotic slavery for now. I’ll come up with something for our upcoming session that will let explore IQ play in a safe space. Next Monday at the same time, okay?”
“Agreed and thank you. Sending payment now.”
And that was how the conversation ended this time. Yes, it veered into unexpected territories, but I had this feeling, you know? I felt like it was something he needed to hear even if he’s not onboard with the idea at the moment. My gut feelings are often correct and as I type this, I hope that’s the case. If not, that’s fine. I learned something new about him nonetheless and that gave me a plethora of new ideas on how to work with him going forward. 
Know your subjects, ladies! They’re always revealing something about themselves even when they think they’re not. To a good observer (or listener, in this case), everyone is transparent, and transparency helps you achieve your goals faster. Never forget the small things, those details others may deem insignificant and not worthy or remembrance for you’ll always find A clue there about their thoughts and state of mind. Put some effort into it and the good ones will reward you one hundred times fold. I speak from experience. Until next time.

April 13,

I had a cancellation today. Now, things like that are expected in the business and there are many reasons that can influence one’s decision to engage in hypnotic play, but this one struck a nerve because of how unexpected it was. It was one of my regulars, one whose name I’ll not post here. It’s the first time he did something like that, and no explanation was given, which added to the strangeness of it all.
Now, am I entitled to one? No, but it’s common courtesy to inform the other party why something planned and paid for isn’t happening at all. Silence was quite deafening in this case, which made me think something was amiss, but I have no right to overstep my boundaries. I trust he’ll let me know in the future why things took such a turn but until then, the gnawing feeling will be here while I hope for the best.
I feel like telling you all something personal about me, so if you’ve been dying to know more about the woman behind the Domme, this is your chance. 
Over the years, I’ve helped people with many things. While hypnotic kink is my area of expertise and what I enjoy the most, I deal with vanilla problems all the time too, most of them related to general anxiety and stress. Many of my subjects are overthinkers and lose themselves in ruminations that either don’t matter or are hurting them more than they should. I take great satisfaction in relieving them of such burdens and I intend to keep doing that for as long as I can.
Here’s the thing, though. Sometimes, I overthink things too and my mesmerizing experience comes in handy in those situations, too.
Yes, if you’ve been paying close attention, you’ve realized I just admitted to self-hypnotizing now and then. Most Dommes do it because we know how to and the best way to still our minds and hearts. There are many ways to achieve that, so here are two of my favorites.
The first one is by using the bathroom mirror so I can use the reflection to check my responses in real-time. I never go too deep when I use this method, lest I lose balance and hurt myself. I just push things a bit to rearrange my thoughts and my perception of the world, and then I go to bed to ride the feeling into the stillness of sleep. On a scale of 0 to 100, I’d say it’s 65% effective because I still need to maintain a semblance of awareness to hit the sack in peace.
The second method is by using one of my recordings. Please don’t think I’m being pretentious. It’s not like that. I’m always listening to my files as I create them to ensure their quality and that everything flows the way I want. Depending on their length and complexity, I may need to listen to them a dozen times or more in a short amount of time. I test the audio, the language, the layering, the effects, etc., and sometimes, the triggers get to me too. A part of my brain has been conditioned by so many repetitions of my voice that’s like I have a Domme too, but that Domme is still me. I’ve listened to some of my friends’ work as well but I’m more easily influenced by my creations than theirs. It is the way it is.
When I’m in the mood to fall deep and shut down my mind, I choose one of those recordings, wrap myself in a cozy blanket, and then it’s Sleepy Time for me. I listen and I sink, and I keep sinking until I no longer remember how long I’ve been doing that.
Listening to my own commands gives me great joy and tranquility. It’s like wrapping myself in a soft cocoon where the outside world fades away, and all that remains is my voice guiding me further into blissful oblivion. I often find that the moments spent in this self-induced trance allow me to reconnect with myself, to untangle the threads of thoughts that weave through my mind like an unkempt ball of yarn.
I love doing that and doing the things we love keeps us grounded and ready for anything that comes after. You can do that too. As you read these words and see me in your mind’s eye falling into a trance where everything is peaceful and warm, a familiar desire fills your soul. You wish to break free from the mundane and embrace all the joyful possibilities and impossibilities of a hypnotic trance, don’t you?
So go ahead, keep reading and open your mind to such wonders without ever leaving the comfort of your home. See me in any way you desire and then see yourself, headphones in your ears, head bobbing as you listen to a file of mine, one you already know by heart or something new, a recent discovery that got you hooked somehow. Maybe it was the cover image on my website, the title, or the description - it matters not as long as the hook is there, a small trigger in the back of your mind, telling you that yes, this is the right thing to do right now and that there’s nothing else you’d rather be doing than following my lead.
You begin to listen, guided by the thrill of surrender and then my voice explodes in your ears and every other part of you. It wraps around you like a silken ribbon, vibrating and alive. It’s the same color as your intimate desires, like it was made for you and you alone. You’re in a sanctuary of sound now, a dome with no visible entrance or exit. Why would you need anything like that when you’re sure you don’t want to leave?
Every word you hear is imbued with intention, weaving an intricate tapestry of control that flows into your thoughts, capturing your attention and cradling it until you melt. You feel your eyelids grow heavier as the world outside diminishes to a whisper, replaced by the soothing lullaby of my voice.
“Breathe,” I command, and you do, inhaling deeply, and filling your lungs with crisp scent of possibility - of release. With every exhale, you let go of yesterday’s burdens; they slip away like water through fingers. You find yourself sinking further into my entrancing realm, every echo whispering promises of care and safety.
“Let go,” I continue, my voice intoxicating your senses with unparalleled joy. You are being seduced, ensnared, dominated. You yearn to surrender, to become weightless and free like there’s no tomorrow because Time doesn’t matter when you’re entranced. Only my words matter in whatever format they present themselves.
Become suspended in this moment, untethered from reality. Accept each new sentence as another stepping stone into pure mindlessness. Darren says he doesn’t want to be a slave, but maybe you do - maybe that’s what you crave in the deepest recesses of your mind where no light can reach except my commands. Maybe you don’t want to be just a reader of this journal, but a doer, a toy shackled by the freedom of servitude. Maybe coming all the way down here has been your destiny all along.
Or maybe not. Your hypnotic journey has many paths, all of them fulfilling. You’ll find everything you’re looking for, either under my care or someone else’s. Wherever trance leads you, be sure to enjoy the ride and be thankful for it because even though we can fantasize many lives, we only have one in the end, and if you’re not enjoying it, you’re not doing it right.
Well, this was fun, and I hope you felt the same way. I love writing these and seeing how you react. It was the love of this community that brought me back and that keeps me going in this endless pursuit of hypnotic satisfaction. If you could keep it up, that would be great, because there’s so much more work to do, more challenges to tackle, and more obstacles to overcome. I’ll grow with you if you grow with me, and we explore in harmony the roles we chose for ourselves. 
It is never wrong to breathe the air of a kinky fantasy together. Join me for another entry in this diary soon and let’s continue to have fun. Bye for now.

((to be continued))