Entrainment

Entrainment – Mind Synchronization Hypnosis

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In 1666, a Dutch clock maker noticed that if you mounted two pendulum clocks on the same surface, the swinging pendulums synchronized themselves. And human understanding of entrainment was underway.

Entrainment is a word you may not have heard before. It conveys a concept that touches physics, music, biology, and evolution. It lives within you – you may as well get to know it.

In physics, it refers to two separate oscillating systems assuming a common period, like with the clocks. But we also have brainwave entrainment which causes your brain to settle into particular rhythms (excitement, resting, fear, sleep, etc.) and it best induced with isochronic beats. And then we have biomusicological entrainment in which entire organisms respond in a patterned way to external rhythm stimuli.

With this hour-long hypnotic session, I bring your body and mind into synchronization with the music, sounds, isochronic beats, theta waves, binaurals, and embedded periodic patterns within the non-vocal portions of this session. The “entrainment tracks” if you will.

Your heartbeat, brainwaves, breathing – everything will fall into perfect sync with these tracks, dropping you into trance as your breathing relaxes, your heart rate slows and your brainwaves melt into near-sleep patterns. But that’s not even close to all. Because while bringing you into sync with the music/sounds is quite a feat, the ultimate aspect of this file is achieved by how it was recorded. It was recorded start to finish while I was listening to the entrainment tracks.

In this way, my breathing, my heartbeat, my brainwaves, will all be falling into sync with the entrainment tracks as I record the hypnosis. So as you fall in sync with the entrainment tracks, you fall into perfect harmony with me.

And I haven’t even touched on the hypnosis part of this… But that is for you to discover in the session when you join me there. And I can’t wait to hear what happens when you do! You will want to find me later to chat about your experiences and how they evolve. 😉

One last thing before you dive headlong into tranced-out bliss with me…

Remember the Dutch clock maker? Think of his two clocks hung flush against the same wall. We are those clocks. Side by side, falling into sync together. Imagine that in your head for a moment. You can see the pendulums swinging together now, can’t you? Both to the right, then both to the left?

Well, you’ve got it all wrong.

Here’s what really happened with the clocks on the wall so many years ago… They fell into perfect synchronization, that’s true. But they adjusted to swing in an opposing unison. Pendulums pulling away, then lunging together.

To me, that’s beautiful. It’s as though the very forces of nature are telling us to exist and interact with symmetry, not sameness. Woman and man. Dominance and submission. Now come get lost with me, in perfect harmony…

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Exploiting a man doesn’t always mean exploiting his weaknesses. Sometimes, I like to exploit strengths too.

Bringing a powerful man to his knees is far sexier than just walking across a doormat that was already flat on the floor. When a confident, powerful man is sexually charged to the point of frenzy, but is held back – not by ropes or handcuffs or threats, but by his place beneath me in the power rankings… it’s a sight to behold.

Years ago, I remember the first time I was spanking my boyfriend at the time. He was entirely nude, save for a hood. I had him bend over and place his hands flat on the bed. For a moment, I just admired him. Daunting physical strength rippled through him. Not an ounce of extra fat anywhere, every muscle designed to do a job – a lethal, brutal job.

Power, power, power. It radiated from him. In mere seconds, he could have overpowered me and I don’t think it would have even raised his heart rate. But there he was, blind, bent over a bed, vulnerable and exposed and I was completely in control. That’s a high I can’t quite describe.

I gently caressed his smooth, perfect ass before the first swat. It was pretty light, but he was so horny he moaned and his hips jumped forward anyway. A few more times I repeated this… Rubbing his ass softly, then a stinging slap. Wet spots appeared on the linens every time his hips jumped and his cock made contact with the bed. I had a THING for his precum, so it was driving me wild to see.

He was aching and desperate. As I hit him harder and harder, I could see it began to take strength to keep himself bent over like that. His fingers dug into the sheets, his breathing came hot and ragged beneath the hood. I knew the sweet sensation of his cock being pressed against the mattress every time he thrust felt so good that he was having to fight himself to get back into position each time. He needed more. He needed much more than that and I wouldn’t give it to him. And that’s when things got fun.

That’s always the point when things get fun! So many times, in so many ways.

It doesn’t have to start with a spanking, it just has to start with ramping up unmet desires. Then… I make him turn on Beast Mode. But with a muzzle.

Is this what you want? To touch me, taste me, FEEL me around you? 

Do you want what’s under these panties? 

Well then… Rip them the fuck off.

He will. Of course he will.

I have an actual subset of lingerie that’s destined for one-time use because I WANT it to get grabbed and shredded. I WANT him to tap into his literally-rip-her-clothes-off fantasies. I want to have him indulge in consensual feral fucking.

Hold him. Pull him close. Slide sticky fingers into his mouth. Grab his ass, pull his hips into mine. Crashing together hard, almost painful, still not close enough.

Whisper.

I need you. I need you now. I’m so fucking horny it hurts.

Voice cracking. Not empty words. The physical pain from being this horny is REAL.

Hands never stop moving, kneading, stroking, squeezing. Hard kisses here, there, and everywhere – between every sentence. Nipping at flesh because the pressure of a kiss isn’t enough. NOTHING is enough. We need more more more. We need to drown in each other.

It hurts, it fucking hurts. I NEED you inside me. Right now. I can’t go one more fucking second without you. Fucking hell. Please, please, please.

And he’s a beast, caged. He knows I’m not actually begging, because he knows the next move is mine. The command hasn’t come. He’s quivering, panting, pupils wide and skin tingling. He needs it as badly as I do, but… He can’t take what he wants. What I’ve made him desperate for.

He has to wait, trapped inside this eternal moment. Everything he wants right in front of him, pleading with him to give in to his primal desire. Knowing that between the two of us, in this one context, I’m the only one who gets to give in to my primal passions and TAKE what I want. He surrendered any and all ability to do that, as every man lucky enough to get into my bedroom does.

He’s coiled, ready, needs to run, but the leash is in my hands. He could pull free with ease, but where would that leave him? Untethered, alone, abandoned. So he stays, jittery with anticipation, waiting, waiting, waiting.

This is not a democracy. We are not equals here in this space. We both want, we both need. But only I can act on it. He can only react, hope, pray to gods he doesn’t even believe in that I will tell him to do what he wants to do with every last fiber of his being.

I grab him by the back of the head. I don’t care if I hurt him. My nails dig into his flesh. He is mine and he will do what I want. He winces as I claw at his lower back with my other hand. I’m vicious, I want to mark him. Mine, mine, mine. I hiss through my teeth, against his ear.

Fuck me.

Sweet release, that one command. The order he lives to hear. The one he started earning decades before he even met me. It takes a man a lifetime to deserve me.

Yes. Yes. YES.

There’s nothing like fucking a lust-drunk man who captivates my dominant attention, losing ourselves entirely in hot sweaty, sticky, exquisitely savage sex. Him holding onto the last threads of his upper consciousness solely so he can follow my directions and fuck me exactly. how. I. want. to. be. fucked.

Now you’ll have to excuse me, I’m going to plan a date night.

I may need new lingerie soon… 😉

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