Play Misty for Me
by The Traveling Master
She looked at me without saying a word, eyes sparkling with wonder and questions. She did not know what she was waiting for, but it was clear she expected to witness or experience something as of yet, undefined.
Or maybe she knew, somewhere in the depths of her mind, exactly what was about to happen.
After all, how could one experience covert hypnosis for as many times as she had and not begin to experience a sense of longing? Of anticipation?
I smiled as I remembered the first few sessions I had with her. True sessions where she knew exactly what she was getting into.
Or maybe she knew, somewhere in the depths of her mind, exactly what was about to happen.
After all, how could one experience covert hypnosis for as many times as she had and not begin to experience a sense of longing? Of anticipation?
I smiled as I remembered the first few sessions I had with her. True sessions where she knew exactly what she was getting into.
We both discovered her surprising suggestibility and her boundless appreciation for the bliss of trance.
Especially when things got erotic...
The most alluring thing about those sessions was that she asked me to make her forget. She wanted to know if it were possible to erase all knowledge that we played around with hypnosis and even, make it so she didn’t remember I was a hypnotist at all. When I asked her why she would want that, she told me that she wanted to experience what it would be like to be hypnotized without her knowledge or consent.
Of course, I was all for it, but instead of erasing her memory, I blocked it so that she could not consciously access them. This way, if she ever got scared or freaked out because of our hypnotic play, it would be a simple thing to remove the block and allow her to remember.
The unintended effect of that decision created this sense of exciting expectancy in her. She didn’t know why she got excited. She didn’t know why she expected something to happen. But deep down, as she looked into my eyes, she felt like she knew.
I always marvel at the power of the human mind. It’s one of the reasons I dove into hypnosis to begin with and now that I have my soft tender Misty to play with, my sense of wonder grows daily as we explore and enjoy the fruits of her delectable mind.
Over the many sessions we’ve had since then, I’ve experimented with many different ways to place her in a state of trance. Sleep triggers and shock inductions always do the trick and yield deeply satisfying sessions, but, much more than any other form of induction, I’ve found that Misty enjoys ‘the long trick’ It’s what she calls it when I manage to confuse and trick her into a state of trance.
In truth, it's a simple conversational induction where the discussion imperceptibly moves towards an induction without the subject realizing what is happening.
Such induction are always entertaining for both of us.
However...
I’ve developed an even better trick. One in which she ends up tricking herself into falling into a trance. One that is so perfectly appropriate for my soft little Misty.
“Say Misty...” I said casually. “Isn’t your name also the title of a song?”
If I hadn’t been looking for it, I would have missed the subtle widening of her lips and the delicate un-focusing of her gaze.
“Sure there is...” she said. “Don’t you remember? It’s my favorite song!”
Of course, it wasn’t her favorite song at all. Not when we met anyway, but just like her expectant look, her appreciation of the song grew without her realizing the true reason as to why she enjoyed it so much.
“Right!” I said happily, snapping my fingers to punctuate my point. “Now I remember.”
I could see the effect of the first dominos that would be her downfall. At this stage, I could easily steer the conversation away from hypnotic delights and allow her to stay awake and alert, but why deny ourselves something we both enjoyed?
I watched her smile become almost imperceptibly softer as the tension in her shoulders dropped a little.
“Remind me though...” I said. “How does it go again?”
As I acted out my difficulty remembering the popular song, I softly snapped my fingers in time with the melodies' slow tempo. All the while, admiring the subtle cues emanating from Misty’s body that told me the other dominos of her well-rehearsed induction started to topple down in her mind.
“HHmm...” she moaned softly as she closed her eyes. “It starts off with a few gentle piano notes... Dropping in softly... ”
I watched her sway a little as she heard the song start to play in her head.
“Right...” I said. “I think I remember now... The lyrics are so beautiful.”
“Incredibly beautiful...” she said, eyes still closed and swaying invitingly.
“Looks like you know it pretty well...” he said. “I bet you even know it by heart… Don’t you?”
She nodded, smiling as her sway increased slightly.
“Why don’t you play Misty for me…” I said, smiling.
“Yes…” she whispered breathlessly as another domino fell over.
She took a long slow breath and visibly relaxed even more as the song in her head continued to play. It had been a long and interesting road to set up this particular trickery, but I knew we would both enjoy it so I stuck with it as, trance after trance, I had her listen to the song until she could play it in her mind without actually hearing it.
Of course, when ever she heard the song for real, it had an understandably calming effect on her mind. However, I made sure to include a lot of 'dominos' that had to align for the hypnotic effect to take hold of her mind.
“Look at me…” she said softly, in time with the unheard melody. “I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree…”
It was pure chance that made me realize how appropriate the lyrics to ‘Misty’ actually were. Even if, back then, it wasn’t her favorite song ever, she still loved the smooth melody and listened to it often enough. Even singing to it a few times while taking a relaxing bath.
That particular night, after a particularly erotic session, she sang it softly, under her breath, as I washed her back in the tub. She skipped a few lyrics, obviously, only repeating those she knew best, but it got me curious when she whispered ‘I get misty, the moment you are near’.
Much like the hypnotic dynamic that evolved between us, Misty truly did get hazy when ever we were alone and I was near. Which gave me a devilish idea...
“And I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud…” she said. “I can’t understand… I get misty, just holding your hand…”
I could tell the spoken lyrics were already having an effect on her, which made me smile all the more. After all, the song itself had nothing to do with hypnosis and everything to do with the feeling of being in love. That sweet euphoric feeling you get when pure joy envelops you every time you see that special person. In many ways, for someone that deeply enjoys the feeling of trance, those 2 feelings are one and the same.
“Walk my way…” she continued softly. “And a thousand violins begin to play… Or… It might be the sound of your hello… That… Music I hear…”
It was child’s play to subtly sculpt that deep appreciation into a hypnotic path. The end of it being that feeling of joy you get when you are near a loved one magically changed to the joy she feels in trance. 2 separate destinations, yet, seemingly one and the same.
To her anyway…
“I get Misty…” she said, almost pausing through her growing lethargy. “The moment you are near… You can say… That you are leading me on… But it’s just what I want… You to do…”
I almost always had to stop myself from chuckling when she gets to that part, because of how true it is. She deeply wants nothing more than for me to lead her mind down infinite hypnotic discoveries. Which is why this song was so appropriate for her little self-induction.
Once her mind understood that the bliss of trance was the end of her path, it took very little hypnotic meddling to make her live out the lyrics in her mind as if she was the person in the song. The fact that her name was Misty only made it that much easier because I had already played on that double meaning for one of her favorite mantras.
“Don’t… Don’t you notice…” she said slowly. “How helplessly… I’m lost… That… That’s why… I’m following you…”
She was already sinking deep into herself as each lyric pushed her mind further down the path. She didn’t know she was doing it, but she instinctively lived out the lyrics as if they were true.
Because for her subconscious, they actually were.
Her shoulders dropped a little further as her voice took on a dreamy quality I had grown to love.
“On my own…” she continued. “I would wander this… Wonderland alone…”
Her mind was indeed a wonderland to explore. Her kinky self was always so hungry for more, feeding my own creativity and arousal as we played.
Naturally, my creativity modified the lyrics of her self-induction to make sure her trance would take on a fun little turn at the end. As close to a hypnotic experience as the song describes, it simply doesn’t. But as Misty sinks herself deeper into her unknown yet familiar trance, her mind reaches out to the lyrics I had designed for her.
“Never… Never knowing…” she whispers, almost inaudibly. “If I’m asleep… Or awake… Deep in bliss and relaxed… Or alert and energized...”
I could barely hear her now, but I didn’t need to. Her hanging head and slumped shoulders told me everything I needed to know.
“I’m… I’m too Misty…” she said softly. “And… And too hypnotized…”
I sipped my drink and smiled.
“I’m… I’m too… Misty…” she said slowly. “And… Too… Hyp… no… Tized…”
I had her describe to me, while in a waking trance, how it felt to self-hypnotize herself like this. She described it as a slow dive into the song itself, which perfectly mirrored the dive she felt her mind when an induction takes hold. She told me how the soft melody in her head incrementally took over until she had no choice but to follow along in its silky depths.
The experience was unique and addictive, which only strengthened with time and repetition.
“Misty is so misty…” I said, watching the corner of her lips twitch into a smile.
“I’m… So misty…” she said evenly. “So lost… So deep…”
“Misty is so misty…” I repeated, watching her relax even more.
“Yes… “ she said. “Misty is… Misty…”
“That’s right my dear…” I said. “Misty is misty… They are one and the same…”
“Yes…” she said. “One and the same…”
“Excellent…” I said. “Now play Misty for me again…”
“Yes… I follow you…” she said, taking a long slow breath. “It starts off… Gentle piano notes... Dropping me softly...”
I smiled and settled in to watch her slow descend into mindless hypnotic bliss, thoroughly enjoying the fruits of our combined labor.
“Look… At… Me…” she whispered dreamily. “I’m… As helpless… As a kitten…”
Especially when things got erotic...
The most alluring thing about those sessions was that she asked me to make her forget. She wanted to know if it were possible to erase all knowledge that we played around with hypnosis and even, make it so she didn’t remember I was a hypnotist at all. When I asked her why she would want that, she told me that she wanted to experience what it would be like to be hypnotized without her knowledge or consent.
Of course, I was all for it, but instead of erasing her memory, I blocked it so that she could not consciously access them. This way, if she ever got scared or freaked out because of our hypnotic play, it would be a simple thing to remove the block and allow her to remember.
The unintended effect of that decision created this sense of exciting expectancy in her. She didn’t know why she got excited. She didn’t know why she expected something to happen. But deep down, as she looked into my eyes, she felt like she knew.
I always marvel at the power of the human mind. It’s one of the reasons I dove into hypnosis to begin with and now that I have my soft tender Misty to play with, my sense of wonder grows daily as we explore and enjoy the fruits of her delectable mind.
Over the many sessions we’ve had since then, I’ve experimented with many different ways to place her in a state of trance. Sleep triggers and shock inductions always do the trick and yield deeply satisfying sessions, but, much more than any other form of induction, I’ve found that Misty enjoys ‘the long trick’ It’s what she calls it when I manage to confuse and trick her into a state of trance.
In truth, it's a simple conversational induction where the discussion imperceptibly moves towards an induction without the subject realizing what is happening.
Such induction are always entertaining for both of us.
However...
I’ve developed an even better trick. One in which she ends up tricking herself into falling into a trance. One that is so perfectly appropriate for my soft little Misty.
“Say Misty...” I said casually. “Isn’t your name also the title of a song?”
If I hadn’t been looking for it, I would have missed the subtle widening of her lips and the delicate un-focusing of her gaze.
“Sure there is...” she said. “Don’t you remember? It’s my favorite song!”
Of course, it wasn’t her favorite song at all. Not when we met anyway, but just like her expectant look, her appreciation of the song grew without her realizing the true reason as to why she enjoyed it so much.
“Right!” I said happily, snapping my fingers to punctuate my point. “Now I remember.”
I could see the effect of the first dominos that would be her downfall. At this stage, I could easily steer the conversation away from hypnotic delights and allow her to stay awake and alert, but why deny ourselves something we both enjoyed?
I watched her smile become almost imperceptibly softer as the tension in her shoulders dropped a little.
“Remind me though...” I said. “How does it go again?”
As I acted out my difficulty remembering the popular song, I softly snapped my fingers in time with the melodies' slow tempo. All the while, admiring the subtle cues emanating from Misty’s body that told me the other dominos of her well-rehearsed induction started to topple down in her mind.
“HHmm...” she moaned softly as she closed her eyes. “It starts off with a few gentle piano notes... Dropping in softly... ”
I watched her sway a little as she heard the song start to play in her head.
“Right...” I said. “I think I remember now... The lyrics are so beautiful.”
“Incredibly beautiful...” she said, eyes still closed and swaying invitingly.
“Looks like you know it pretty well...” he said. “I bet you even know it by heart… Don’t you?”
She nodded, smiling as her sway increased slightly.
“Why don’t you play Misty for me…” I said, smiling.
“Yes…” she whispered breathlessly as another domino fell over.
She took a long slow breath and visibly relaxed even more as the song in her head continued to play. It had been a long and interesting road to set up this particular trickery, but I knew we would both enjoy it so I stuck with it as, trance after trance, I had her listen to the song until she could play it in her mind without actually hearing it.
Of course, when ever she heard the song for real, it had an understandably calming effect on her mind. However, I made sure to include a lot of 'dominos' that had to align for the hypnotic effect to take hold of her mind.
“Look at me…” she said softly, in time with the unheard melody. “I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree…”
It was pure chance that made me realize how appropriate the lyrics to ‘Misty’ actually were. Even if, back then, it wasn’t her favorite song ever, she still loved the smooth melody and listened to it often enough. Even singing to it a few times while taking a relaxing bath.
That particular night, after a particularly erotic session, she sang it softly, under her breath, as I washed her back in the tub. She skipped a few lyrics, obviously, only repeating those she knew best, but it got me curious when she whispered ‘I get misty, the moment you are near’.
Much like the hypnotic dynamic that evolved between us, Misty truly did get hazy when ever we were alone and I was near. Which gave me a devilish idea...
“And I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud…” she said. “I can’t understand… I get misty, just holding your hand…”
I could tell the spoken lyrics were already having an effect on her, which made me smile all the more. After all, the song itself had nothing to do with hypnosis and everything to do with the feeling of being in love. That sweet euphoric feeling you get when pure joy envelops you every time you see that special person. In many ways, for someone that deeply enjoys the feeling of trance, those 2 feelings are one and the same.
“Walk my way…” she continued softly. “And a thousand violins begin to play… Or… It might be the sound of your hello… That… Music I hear…”
It was child’s play to subtly sculpt that deep appreciation into a hypnotic path. The end of it being that feeling of joy you get when you are near a loved one magically changed to the joy she feels in trance. 2 separate destinations, yet, seemingly one and the same.
To her anyway…
“I get Misty…” she said, almost pausing through her growing lethargy. “The moment you are near… You can say… That you are leading me on… But it’s just what I want… You to do…”
I almost always had to stop myself from chuckling when she gets to that part, because of how true it is. She deeply wants nothing more than for me to lead her mind down infinite hypnotic discoveries. Which is why this song was so appropriate for her little self-induction.
Once her mind understood that the bliss of trance was the end of her path, it took very little hypnotic meddling to make her live out the lyrics in her mind as if she was the person in the song. The fact that her name was Misty only made it that much easier because I had already played on that double meaning for one of her favorite mantras.
“Don’t… Don’t you notice…” she said slowly. “How helplessly… I’m lost… That… That’s why… I’m following you…”
She was already sinking deep into herself as each lyric pushed her mind further down the path. She didn’t know she was doing it, but she instinctively lived out the lyrics as if they were true.
Because for her subconscious, they actually were.
Her shoulders dropped a little further as her voice took on a dreamy quality I had grown to love.
“On my own…” she continued. “I would wander this… Wonderland alone…”
Her mind was indeed a wonderland to explore. Her kinky self was always so hungry for more, feeding my own creativity and arousal as we played.
Naturally, my creativity modified the lyrics of her self-induction to make sure her trance would take on a fun little turn at the end. As close to a hypnotic experience as the song describes, it simply doesn’t. But as Misty sinks herself deeper into her unknown yet familiar trance, her mind reaches out to the lyrics I had designed for her.
“Never… Never knowing…” she whispers, almost inaudibly. “If I’m asleep… Or awake… Deep in bliss and relaxed… Or alert and energized...”
I could barely hear her now, but I didn’t need to. Her hanging head and slumped shoulders told me everything I needed to know.
“I’m… I’m too Misty…” she said softly. “And… And too hypnotized…”
I sipped my drink and smiled.
“I’m… I’m too… Misty…” she said slowly. “And… Too… Hyp… no… Tized…”
I had her describe to me, while in a waking trance, how it felt to self-hypnotize herself like this. She described it as a slow dive into the song itself, which perfectly mirrored the dive she felt her mind when an induction takes hold. She told me how the soft melody in her head incrementally took over until she had no choice but to follow along in its silky depths.
The experience was unique and addictive, which only strengthened with time and repetition.
“Misty is so misty…” I said, watching the corner of her lips twitch into a smile.
“I’m… So misty…” she said evenly. “So lost… So deep…”
“Misty is so misty…” I repeated, watching her relax even more.
“Yes… “ she said. “Misty is… Misty…”
“That’s right my dear…” I said. “Misty is misty… They are one and the same…”
“Yes…” she said. “One and the same…”
“Excellent…” I said. “Now play Misty for me again…”
“Yes… I follow you…” she said, taking a long slow breath. “It starts off… Gentle piano notes... Dropping me softly...”
I smiled and settled in to watch her slow descend into mindless hypnotic bliss, thoroughly enjoying the fruits of our combined labor.
“Look… At… Me…” she whispered dreamily. “I’m… As helpless… As a kitten…”