SlySpeaker

I don’t iniate contact, but something about SlySpeakers profile made me want to connect. I found him through an RSVP page for a Hypnokink munch I wanted to attend. His profile mentioned being a hypnotist for the last 15 years and

I overdressed, putting on a cute lavender ruffle dress with bold cheetah head print. I paired it with black tights and Maryjane shoes. I spent far too long on my hair and makeup but I wanted to make sure I impressed any hypnotists that may be there and seeking a subject. I knew the odds were already in my favor, many hypnotists are straight male and the majority of hypotheses are not born female.

I sat in my van for 30 minutes feeling the nerves, trying to calm myself with a drink. Finally I went in 10 minutes to 7. I have been to The Sanctury before but it did not seem familiar. I stepped inside and saw a lounge area with a bunch of couches. I followed the voices into the next room. 4 people instantly looked up at me from a room that held even more couches. “Hi, I’m new” I spat out. They welcomed me and I went to the restroom where I questioned what on earth I was doing. I came back out and sat into a couch and by sat I mean sank. It looked like a normal couch but this thing ate me up and I had no choice but to lean back and relax. I tried to create conversation saying I used to be a member 10 years ago and how different it seemed. The only thing I remember is the purple door. The small group concurred a lot had changed. They slowly went back to their conversation. People slowly started filing in. Eventually a tall gentlemen in a lavender shirt came in. He had a bald head and a blondish goatee. He sat on the opposite end of the couch and looked over at me “Tartie?” He asked. I confirmed my online name and he introduced himself as slyspeaker.

I wasn’t expecting him to be so good looking and he had a natural confidence that was attractive and intimidating. I made a cheeky comment that I was glad he knew to wear purple to match my dress. He looked down at his shirt and scoffed. He asked a few questions and I felt like I was tripping over my words, especially knowing there were ears on our conversation even if not directly engaged our way. The meeting started with basics and apologies that the ususal twists were not present. K5 led the meeting but seemed shy and awkward and often looked to slyspeaker to provide information. He seemed to have no problem talking to a group of people.

Eventually a group broke off to the other room to do some trance. Tom a skeptic wanted to expierence it for himself. Slyspeaker said he was out of commission as he was running on a few hours sleep, though I speculated if he didn’t want to hypnotize a male. I was so sunken into the couch so I remained as the remaining group began to talk about AI. I eventually needed the restroom and pushed myself out and walked past slyspeaker to the bathroom to his right. I could feel his eyes on me and hoped he liked what he saw. After washing up I went into the next room. The lights were dimmed and someone was explaining fracationazation. I found an empty spot on the couch next to Tom who was siting on the floor with his back facing me. As I sat Slyspeaker came in and leaned against the sideboard to my right. He had such a confident stance and presence. The group did a second trance and I went along, easily falling into a relaxed state. The whole evening I had been fidgeting with my worry stone ring to calm my nerves. as I sunk further into trance my hands fell to my side.

As we wrapped up and people stared heading out I walked to were SlySpeaker was still standing. I told him it was really nice to meet him and that we would have to coordinate our colors for next time. He took me as serious and said ‘nah, that’s too much effort’. I said bye and headed out the door. Then you called out to me. ‘Are you coming back on Saturday. I said no and asked what was happening Saturday, asking if there was a play part. We were now outside and I stold him playparties were not really my thing. He asked why and I must have muttered something about too many people and being so nervous. He then said “don’t you want me to tie you up?” I leaned into him nudging his arm, yeah, maybe I do.” Our whole conversation was powered by nerves and awkwardness. I told him to message me and he said he would. I walked to my van and smiled the whole way home.

It was days before he reached out and it was a simple message.

We sat in the main lounge, he asked some questions about me and told me about himself. He explained installing triggers that may creep up weeks after playing. He would like to take me down, get my consent and discuss what will happen and then he would erase the memory of the conversation so I wouldn’t remember it.

He took us in the next room with his toy bag

We went to a room near the entrance that held a row of storage lockers and a shelf where he put his toy bag. In the corner were 2 overly bean bags. A floral sheet covered the larger of the 2. He pulled me down onto it and he had us lay side by side his left arm supporting me and stroking my arm. People were milling about stuffing things in lockers and removing articles of clothing. He started putting me into trance, I closed my eyes and felt myself quickly drop, my head rolled towards to him and I could hear his husky voice in my ear as he called me a good girl.

Trance is truly my happy place so it is getting easier for me to enter that state. It can be challenging when there are conversations going around us and a constant stream of people. He made the side noise disappear as much as my brain could allow. I focused on his words and tried to sink deeper and deeper. He continued to touch and it was amazing. The combo of trance and touch was something I didn’t know I needed.

occasionally he would bring me back up telling to wake up and I would become fully present in the room. We would chat a moment, I would giggle and tell him how much fun I was having and he would then tell me to ‘sleep’ and I instantly drop again as he repeated good girl and stroked my head. He made my body feel pleasure and the next time he brought me up he had me straddle him and I found myself grinding on his leg. It felt so good especially when he jerked his leg up into my clit. I got breathless and would moan with pleasure.

He would have me freeze which was a fun expierence and tapped into doll play.