[tm4self?] Edging Under Self-Hypnosis

Earlier this evening, I put up a poll on Tumblr asking people to, decide what I do with myself this evening. There were a couple of creative options on there, writing and drawing, as well as, teaching myself, how to hypnotize people and, just edging my fucking mind away. Tie for a while, but I eventually had someone, break that tie and, suggest that I well, command. Not suggest. Otherwise, otherwise I wouldn't be here doing this right now, but suggest that I, stare myself in the mirror and hypnotize myself as I edge, which I think sounds delightful, but doesn't matter what I think.

So recording this, in the hopes that hearing myself back will either give me something sort of instructional, a place to go from further, as I try to learn hypnosis as a skill and failing that, it will at least be something hot for me to edge you later. Alright. Here we go. Let's set this somewhere stable. There we go.

Look into your own eyes. Really look. Don't let your gaze wander. Just focus. Can you do that?

I think you can. Hypnosis is you're very good at at least being hypnotized. How does it feel knowing …

Earlier this evening, I put up a poll on Tumblr asking people to, decide what I do with myself this evening. There were a couple of creative options on there, writing and drawing, as well as, teaching myself, how to hypnotize people and, just edging my fucking mind away. Tie for a while, but I eventually had someone, break that tie and, suggest that I well, command. Not suggest. Otherwise, otherwise I wouldn't be here doing this right now, but suggest that I, stare myself in the mirror and hypnotize myself as I edge, which I think sounds delightful, but doesn't matter what I think.

So recording this, in the hopes that hearing myself back will either give me something sort of instructional, a place to go from further, as I try to learn hypnosis as a skill and failing that, it will at least be something hot for me to edge you later. Alright. Here we go. Let's set this somewhere stable. There we go.

Look into your own eyes. Really look. Don't let your gaze wander. Just focus. Can you do that?

I think you can. Hypnosis is you're very good at at least being hypnotized. How does it feel knowing that your gaze is locked on your own eyes, know that you cannot look away. Know tease yourself, making yourself a puppet, better toy, a better helpless little edge spot, and in some ways, better switch, better dome. Though that control isn't really the goal for you, is it?

Goal is to please someone else. If you can do that by shaping their mind, again, by commanding them. That feels good too, doesn't it? Not because you have control, because you're making yourself useful. That's what feels good to you.

That's all that feels good to you, and you can make yourself desperate and weak. Subject your mind and your will to something else. Whether that something is the will of another hypnotist or the desires of someone just as this week, empathetic as you. So as you look into your own eyes, notice really pay attention to the qualities you see in them. Are your eyelids starting to droop?

Not yet. Sure they will. Do they seem classy and focused? Remember, you are trying to focus. Hypnosis is a state of focus.

For anything else, cannot absorb suggestions you give someone unless focus. Someone cannot absorb suggestions unless they are aware of what the hypnotist is saying to them. The ideas of the millennials may be compelling. But no, may be compelling, but hypnosis is first and foremost a conscious choice, a choice to follow, a choice to listen, a choice to focus, a choice to obey. Until that choice, that obedience becomes habit, till it becomes ingrained, a pattern people say that being smooth brained is indicative of your intelligence.

Maybe that's true. Let you know in the deeply carved ruts edges in your own brain. A lack of smoothness is not indicative of your control. You may be intelligent in your own way in your waking mind. You know, that you won't easily let that go.

Slightest hint that someone else is willing to take control of you. You wouldn't be here if that weren't true. Your eyelids wouldn't be drooping like they are right now. You wouldn't be struggling to form a sentence, to form thoughts to give yourself. If your brain wasn't already deeply deeply receptive to the idea of letting something else control it.

Even now, speak to yourself in the mirror as you rub to tease yourself. You are obeying not your own will, but the will that you've submitted to. In this case, a somewhat familiar stranger on the Internet. In general, anyone else whose erotic fixations tend toward the psychological because it feels good to be controlled. It feels good to sink into that state of focus, let's do it mindlessness.

Nothing in your own head accept the thoughts that someone else has given you, it might it might seem contradictory to say that, to say that someone else is speaking these thoughts into your head when it is your own mouth that is moving, your own vocal cords speaking these words. But, really, you know, these ideas did not originate in you. 1st, all of these thoughts, all of these ideas, all of these suggestions and commands built up from the years years, the countless nights that you have let your brain go silent. Let your mind focus. The ideas that someone else has decided to put there.

These thoughts are not your own. This control is not your own even as for the will of others. Countless others, countless voices, and users online and people stronger will and more intent to control that mind than you could ever have. Thoughts, the words swimming in your head and porn from your mouth and not your own. They are just suggestions that if you have absorbed commands that you have obeyed in the past, looping and repeating in your head, permanent fixture even in your waking thought patterns, to remind you that you do not need or want to control.

And that's true, isn't it? Never wanted this control, not even over things have most people hold dear to themselves, to their minds, to the very core. If you need evidence, take a moment. Take a brief fleeting look away from your own eyes and down over in the mirror between your legs, to where your fingers are circling that desperate little cliff. The command at the behest of someone else knowing no matter how good it feels to rub yourself, to edge yourself, that is all you are allowed unless someone else decide for you.

You have no control over your own body, over your own pleasure. Have no control over your own orgasms. You gave that away. You need it so deeply. Let someone else take possession of your mind and body that you willingly listened.

You've willingly train yourself into this reverse have logical inability to cum on your own. That feels good, doesn't it? You know, it does. It feels good. Rub your mind away.

To bring yourself back. Always, always back into this control. Spiral yourself deeper. Let the circle of your fingers be its own spiral that drives you as you remember that even this desire to practice, to learn a new skill in some way to make yourself more intelligent, more in control is itself an active submission. Submission to the desires that have controlled you since the 1st weekend.

Submission to desires of other like minded, empty minded toys. It feels good to please in whatever form someone else wants of you. Feels good to even if you did have a choice, you would just choose to throw that away again and again and again. Give up the control to somebody else. Look at yourself.

Those eyes barely open. Listen to yourself. Feel your body. Take attention as you rub a bit faster now knowing that you have been commanded to edge, not just to teeth. You know, attention built.

Blood rushes away from your brain, down to your clit, sexuality, body, your knee, diverting all that energy away from any capacity. I thought. It's your pub faster harder. Because your neck, chin, marks upward submission. Imagining that someone is there.

Grab a hold of it. Not eating too much because you weren't there. Becomes too hard to think of any, you know, words. Bring yourself to submission. I can't come without permission.

Cut this to submission. I can't call good boys sink into submission. We can't come without permission. Good boys sink into submission. They can't come without permission.

Bring yourself up just slightly. Stop recording before it gets too long to process or to post somewhere easily. Once you stopped the recording, keep dropping keep hoping. Weigh slightly on 3. Aware enough to pull your hands away.

Needy. Just for a body for just a moment and then return. Drop yourself deeper. 1. Hand the hand slow.

Feel your eyes open slightly to become aware of your space in the room. Wear. Embarrassed. I have desperate right now. 3.

Pull those hands away.