Hypnosis for a FemDom Slave.... What's it like? I get that question a lot. The answers bother some men deeply, they bother me deeply. See I didn't seek it out and I had five series of non-consensual hypnosis, called covert hypnosis. I divide it in five that I remember. Also there was other hypnosis during my certification training which helped me remember and deal with my less than fortunate experiences. My experiences varied each time.

General Hypnosis is wonderful and safe. In fact I believe it could be used in the home quite safely. You might not think so based on my "without consent" experiences but they are so odd there really is no parallel. So let me touch on each one of the five first.

I have to start with the first one of course. You see, I believe my first experience enabled the next four. My Love started out as my nemesis. I had experienced an extreme family trauma. I could not rest and was giving my Grandmother a hard time. I was expected to take a one hour nap every day but sleep in the day was like a death to me. We were expecting to lose my Dad at anytime. My Grandmother was mentioning it to some of her distant kin that knew me and this little dominating girl of six volunteered to "keep me". Of course the adults thought that was funny but it allowed the little girl authorized access to me. I knew her older brother (a big bully that used to pick on her) was terrified of her. I now understand that this six year-old girl could make her ten year-old brother take a nap but he was old enough to no longer need them so she got to be eight miles away making me take a nap instead. I also now believe her mom had been training her how to do that. In hindsight, I could see that mom conditioning a trigger in her son and teaching her little daughter how to protect herself as the mother may have had to do. He was a mean kid, how convienent. They get home from school, he takes a nap and she plays with her friends unbothered.

I really had a hard time dealing with that. Up until a few years ago, I just couldn't accept though I too was young and traumatized, that I could simply be made a slave that had no choice, nay yet have a desire and need to obey. Worse, by a little girl that was only two years older than me. I began to study and became certificated myself. I have even used hypnosis under a doctors supervision, to anesthetize people that have adverse reactions to medicinal methodology. Through the course of discovery I met professional hypnotherapists that indulge themselves on the side as HypnoDommes and they assured me it was a natural talent for some little girls and that little boys were often being hypnotized by little girls. For another time, I believe I understand how and why.

I hated her! I hated her with a passion because she was successful. My Grandmother ordered me to lay down and I would normally pretend to be asleep and wait for my Grandmother to take her own nap. Then I could sneak back outside to play but now I had a keeper. She told my Grandmother that she would just sit right next to me holding my hand until I went to sleep then she would take a nap herself. I quickly found I couldn't resist her. She would tell me to sleep and no matter how hard I tried not to, I would and worse my one hour naps turned into two and I never woke up until she woke me up. Even my baby sister was only taking a one hour nap and here I was hating but obeying my nemesis. I hated her, I hated her, I hated her because I found I had to obey her, She could make me do anything she wanted and in front of anyone and I hated her for that.... Then one day I loved her! I loved her with all my heart, mind and soul. I was devastated two years later when her family moved away. All of of me was missing her sing song dolly speak and I longed for her to order me to nap and stroke my arm and pat my head and command me to sleep.

I was under her spell for eleven years even though we were separated most of the time. I was going to graduate two years early and marry her when I was sixteen. My high school enacted a maximum yearly credit and I had to take another year. Finally I was seventeen and about to graduate and marry my Owner and True Love....

Unfortunately some think FemDom is not FemDom unless it has dirty sex. WAIT!!! Is that what women really want? You would think so by looking at the sites and reading the stories, which by the way I don't if they are dirty, I have left many unfinished because they are. You see, I think of FemDom as Female's Domain. I remember many a times the women would run the men out of the kitchen or even the house to get them out of the way. A lady with a broom seemed a mighty intimidating creature.... I have been injured a time or two, a lady nurse seems to have that way with the male interns too!

So my Owner, Master, Love, Fiancee believed in saving oneself for marriage. She had an interesting way of seeing to it that I did too though often thousands of miles apart. Not that I needed any of her control but do understand this, it was her doing to me or for me for my own good. She thought of me first because she knew as males, especially properly raised males, we wouldn't do that for ourselves.

She was completely in charge. I had to do what she said even though, I on my own would not. I was compelled to do something, I could not refuse her months and months of daily conditioning. Yet I wanted to obey her, I needed to please her. It was weird and I knew at the time it was weird but I trusted her because she never wanted or allowed me to do something bad or unsafe. She was very much like an adopted mom and I think you might understand this....

Remember your Mom telling you to come to her and drop your pants and bend over for a spanking. You had to, you were somehow compelled. You most definitely did not want a spanking yet your body obeyed while your mind wanted to rebel. You wanted to run from her but your legs walked to her. Your hands alternated between obeying you and obeying her but she won out, you dropped your pants. Of course you had clean underwear, she had made sure of that hadn't she! Your hands try to block her swats and she tells you to put them down, you try with all your might to keep them down but now self preservation forced them up. "Down!" she orders, SWAT and up they come until she wins. And you wanted to be a good boy but the spanking and the humiliation made you want to resist but resistance was futile wasn't it? This was the way with my first Lady and her hypnotic conditioning.

Profanity wasn't tolerated, fine with me, I never used it nor liked those that fell in to it. She never hit me and what's more, she never yelled at me. You won't find this type of true hypnotic control and discipline on the net will you? No porn and a fetish to be "good???" If I failed or I disobeyed (I seriously do not believe I could or ever did disobey) she considered it a failure in her training of me and her sadness would cause me a greater pain than a beating would have. Doing better than asked became a part of me that has never waned. I miss her.... End Part.1