Any suggestions you want to hear?
Considering my next recording and wanted your input...
1) Are you interested in real changes or do you just enjoy the fantasy of real changes?
2) How fast do you want the changes to occur? One listening, or slowly over years (with plenty of time to back out should you someday decide you want to)?
3) Do you enjoy listening repeatedly to the same file for a long time or pretty much want to always be listening to something new?
4) Do you prefer lots of different recordings with various different themes or many recordings around one theme, moving you along bit by bit?
5) How much can you afford to spend on new recordings?
6) What subject, if I did a recording about it, would you definitely buy?
7) Do you participate in the overall erotic hypnosis community or prefer to listen anonymously?
8) What do you find most attractive about erotic hypnosis?
Thanks for answering any or all of these questions. I am very interested in your feedback.
1) Are you interested in real changes or do you just enjoy the fantasy of real changes?
2) How fast do you want the changes to occur? One listening, or slowly over years (with plenty of time to back out should you someday decide you want to)?
3) Do you enjoy listening repeatedly to the same file for a long time or pretty much want to always be listening to something new?
4) Do you prefer lots of different recordings with various different themes or many recordings around one theme, moving you along bit by bit?
5) How much can you afford to spend on new recordings?
6) What subject, if I did a recording about it, would you definitely buy?
7) Do you participate in the overall erotic hypnosis community or prefer to listen anonymously?
8) What do you find most attractive about erotic hypnosis?
Thanks for answering any or all of these questions. I am very interested in your feedback.
Suggestions wanted.
I now have samples on gayhypnosis.com! I still need to post some here... I am wondering if some of them are too long... Maybe I need to tease you more? This is why I am putting it out here that I welcome your suggestions.
There are many things I do well, but I am still on the learning curve for running a successful web business. Do you know a way to make this site better? Do tell.
I sometimes get offers for service. I have wonderful fans who ask what they can possibly do for me. It's flattering as hell, but part of my learning curve is also learning what to ask for and developing comfort asking.
I'm asking now. I am trying to build this into something that can compete enough financially with my day job that I can spend more time creating new recordings and less time dependent on a day job.
If you know a way or have insight into how I can grow this enterprise, you can help me a lot by sharing it. If certain techniques work better on you, I want to know. If you prefer certain themes, well, what are they? What are your favorite files from my site? Your least favorite? What techniques blow you away?
I'm even curious what you think I should charge. I've based my prices to some extent on what other online hypnodommes are charging and what I feel comfortable paying. Yes, I purchase other hypnotists recordings (a lot, actually)... I've seen some prices out there that seem too expensive, like hundreds of dollars expensive. Is the hypnotist that good? I don't know. I'd never pay that. Some hypnotists I consider my equals charge $35-40 per recording. I think my work is worth that, but I also want my real fans to feel comfortable collecting all my recordings. I'm willing to charge a lot less to increase my audience and increase your exposure. Still, I'm curious. What do you think?
I'm also looking for testimonials. There are public comments about my recordings on some other sites that may make their way here. I will not post fan mails without permission though. Would you send me a testimonial? Honest feedback to help someone decide whether to buy a particular file... Or even to try me for the first time?
Just to put it out there... I really try to answer all my mail personally. There are a few reasons this doesn't always happen. The most frequent? I read your mail on my phone while at work, intend to write back from my home computer, then forget. I am a health and lifestyle coach by day, with about eighty clients at any given time, so my mind is often elsewhere. It also sometimes happens that I get an email that's especially good, and I want to write something amazing back, not just a few lines, but something well thought out and insightful, like what you've sent me. Maybe I'm tired after a ten hour day and decide to hold off until I'm feeling more functional, and I forget.
The point here is that I read every fan mail I get - and I love reading them! However, I am not always the best at writing back each time... Some of you have figured out that if you keep writing, I do intermittently answer. I really enjoy building rapport with others interested in erotic hypnosis and getting to know you. Please keep writing. I just want to set your expectations. If I don't always reply each time, take comfort that your letter did improve my day. Thank you!
Also, I am always interested in fostering a sense of community among us. This includes occasionally swapping files with other hypnotists, bartering with people with skills to help me improve my little corner of the Internet or even swapping recordings for voice work. I also enjoy doing collaborations and have from time to time, recorded other people's scripts (with their permission). Got an idea how we can work together? Ask.
Lastly, I sometimes am asked how much I would charge to do custom work... When inspired, I have done work based on ideas submitted to me, work that could theoretically be called custom. I can't say exactly what distinguishes these from other suggestions I was less excited about. Often, it has to do with where my head is at when the idea is introduced. When I'm in the right mood, my scripts write themselves. It's all I can do to type fast enough. However, some days, my mind is stuck on finding a creative solution to help one of my clients and very little else can permeate. For this reason, while I really don't do custom work, it certainly never hurts to ask. Think of it as planting seeds.
Thanks for listening!
SlutinmyHead
There are many things I do well, but I am still on the learning curve for running a successful web business. Do you know a way to make this site better? Do tell.
I sometimes get offers for service. I have wonderful fans who ask what they can possibly do for me. It's flattering as hell, but part of my learning curve is also learning what to ask for and developing comfort asking.
I'm asking now. I am trying to build this into something that can compete enough financially with my day job that I can spend more time creating new recordings and less time dependent on a day job.
If you know a way or have insight into how I can grow this enterprise, you can help me a lot by sharing it. If certain techniques work better on you, I want to know. If you prefer certain themes, well, what are they? What are your favorite files from my site? Your least favorite? What techniques blow you away?
I'm even curious what you think I should charge. I've based my prices to some extent on what other online hypnodommes are charging and what I feel comfortable paying. Yes, I purchase other hypnotists recordings (a lot, actually)... I've seen some prices out there that seem too expensive, like hundreds of dollars expensive. Is the hypnotist that good? I don't know. I'd never pay that. Some hypnotists I consider my equals charge $35-40 per recording. I think my work is worth that, but I also want my real fans to feel comfortable collecting all my recordings. I'm willing to charge a lot less to increase my audience and increase your exposure. Still, I'm curious. What do you think?
I'm also looking for testimonials. There are public comments about my recordings on some other sites that may make their way here. I will not post fan mails without permission though. Would you send me a testimonial? Honest feedback to help someone decide whether to buy a particular file... Or even to try me for the first time?
Just to put it out there... I really try to answer all my mail personally. There are a few reasons this doesn't always happen. The most frequent? I read your mail on my phone while at work, intend to write back from my home computer, then forget. I am a health and lifestyle coach by day, with about eighty clients at any given time, so my mind is often elsewhere. It also sometimes happens that I get an email that's especially good, and I want to write something amazing back, not just a few lines, but something well thought out and insightful, like what you've sent me. Maybe I'm tired after a ten hour day and decide to hold off until I'm feeling more functional, and I forget.
The point here is that I read every fan mail I get - and I love reading them! However, I am not always the best at writing back each time... Some of you have figured out that if you keep writing, I do intermittently answer. I really enjoy building rapport with others interested in erotic hypnosis and getting to know you. Please keep writing. I just want to set your expectations. If I don't always reply each time, take comfort that your letter did improve my day. Thank you!
Also, I am always interested in fostering a sense of community among us. This includes occasionally swapping files with other hypnotists, bartering with people with skills to help me improve my little corner of the Internet or even swapping recordings for voice work. I also enjoy doing collaborations and have from time to time, recorded other people's scripts (with their permission). Got an idea how we can work together? Ask.
Lastly, I sometimes am asked how much I would charge to do custom work... When inspired, I have done work based on ideas submitted to me, work that could theoretically be called custom. I can't say exactly what distinguishes these from other suggestions I was less excited about. Often, it has to do with where my head is at when the idea is introduced. When I'm in the right mood, my scripts write themselves. It's all I can do to type fast enough. However, some days, my mind is stuck on finding a creative solution to help one of my clients and very little else can permeate. For this reason, while I really don't do custom work, it certainly never hurts to ask. Think of it as planting seeds.
Thanks for listening!
SlutinmyHead
Favorite Web Comics
These aren't mind control comics, but they are my favorites... Just thought I'd share:
www.oglaf.com
www.zenpencils.com
www.xkcd.com
www.smbc-comics.com
www.theoatmeal.com
www.thismodernworld.com
www.oglaf.com
www.zenpencils.com
www.xkcd.com
www.smbc-comics.com
www.theoatmeal.com
www.thismodernworld.com
So much potential...
For most of my life, I've been a misfit in society. I never quite fit in with the overachievers growing up. They were focused on grades and followed the rules. I was often drawn to counterculture ideas, anti-authority ideals and hell bent on exploiting the system. This made me a hero among my underachiever friends, but there was often a disconnect there too. I would often focus on big ideas or immerse myself in various projects that my druggie friends simply had little interest in (but they sure did love it when I learned to make various drugs). The result was that I compartmentalized myself. I tried not to horrify the kids in my gifted classes or in science club (yes, I was in science club). I also did drugs with the druggies, engaged in a little crime now and then, became sexualized much younger than anyone else I knew and tried not to take it personally that every time I tried to talk about something real, everyone called me crazy.
I dropped out of high school on my 16th birthday, scored a perfect score on the GED and qualified for a scholarship to college. I got straight As my first semester, then flaked out my second. I embezzled $6000 from my place of employment and hopped a cargo train to New Orleans. The next decade or so, I hitch-hiked and hopped trains all over the U.S., occasionally coming home for a semester or two and eventually managing to pick up a degree. During that time, I lived by my wits, scammed companies everywhere and really did party like a rock star. It's amazing I survived. I also joined MENSA for a couple of meetings, still didn't find what I was looking for, and returned to the comfort of my mostly interchangeable drug friends. These were fun years of chasing spirituality and meaning and even sometimes convincing myself I'd found it (thank you LSD). I did loads of traveling: all over Europe, the middle East, Central America, Mexico, the Carribbean islands, Canada, and of course, the U.S.
I've since earned a second degree and become respectable, but have always been haunted by my "potential." All my life, I've been told I had such potential and by so many people, and yet I've never been able to execute any of the things it's been most important to me to accomplish. I've done loads of other weird shit... concocting a dietary supplement that makes semen addictive, growing a culture of smallpox vaccine, etc... As it turns out, this affliction is actually pretty common among gifted adults, but it really is psychological torture. I exist in a bubble of existential ennui. What does it all mean? Very possibly - nothing.
Last week, I turned 38. The week before I was diagnosed with optic neuropathy in my left eye and told I'd eventually lose all vision in it. I walk pretty well, but have ominous pain in my left knee by evening and expect this will only worsen with age. I've got high blood pressure and my heart skips beats. My worst fear is that I'll have a stroke. Young people don't survive them.
Will I ever be a success? Probably not. Will I ever have kids? I really want them and always expected to have them eventually. But probably not. So, what is my life about? What am I here for? These have been hard questions to answer and I'm still having trouble accepting the answers I have,
So, last weekend, I decided it was time for something drastic.
I built a transcranial direct current stimulator. It was easier than I expected it to be. I've spent the past week augmenting and dampening select anatomical structures of my brain. For my first experiment, I stimulated my dorsolateral prefrontal cortex. I took an IQ test before and a different one after, with a net gain of 40 points. Effects seemed to last about a half hour afterward. For my second experiment, I temporarily gave myself autism with the intention of developing savant abilities. I had an improved ability to do math in my head. I also tried drawing, but this was more difficult to gauge, as I'm already a pretty decent artist. Continued experiments are on their way... One of my plans is to experiment with inducing temporal lobe epilepsy, particularly to nurture the side effect of hypergraphia. I will finally write those books!
I also recently ordered several precurser chemicals to produce my own neurotransmitters. I've been thinking for some time about the biological basis for internal motivation. It's been determined that intrinsic motivation is more effective than external rewards, yet research is notoriously scant on where intrinsic motivation comes from. I've been thinking long and hard on this the last month or so. It seems to me, like so many other aspects of our selves, it's based on a combination of nature and nurture. What we're born with - I think - is curiosity and an aversion to boredom, basically a desire for novelty, most likely due to dopamine. I am currently thinking these first drives are reinforced by your parents with the external reward of attention and praise. This develops into satisfaction at being effective and pride for one's accomplishments, likely the result of serotonin.
I know myself well enough to determine I am influenced heavily by dopamine. My life has basically been a chase for ever increasing novelty. It is possible I may have had low serotonin during one of my stages of development. Any satisfaction I derive from my accomplishments is fleeting, and I have a tendency to be particularly hard on myself for my perceived failings. I was supposed to have saved the world by now...
Well, 95% of your serotonin is made in your gut lining and I was a very picky eater as a kid, so it's possible I missed introducing some vital species of flora. Is it too late to change? Is there still time to reach my potential before I'm blind and crippled and my brain's filled with blood clots?
So many of my experiments are really about fixing myself. So much of my fascination with psychology and neuroscience is about the mere flimsy hope of someday reaching my potential.
I've ordered mct, aniracetam, dlpa, dopa mucuna, green tea extract, gaba, 5-htp and oxytocin. I've also recently stumbled on a biohacker group out of L.A. that has an EEG machine and an interest in genetics I'm already considering how to make useful for my cause.
My fans - and I love you all - have been sending emails asking when I'll come out with more recordings. I do have some partially written scripts, but I can't work on them now. I'm busy. The truth is... I'm going to reach my potential. I'm going to do it soon or I'm going to die trying.
SlutinmyHead
December, 2012
I dropped out of high school on my 16th birthday, scored a perfect score on the GED and qualified for a scholarship to college. I got straight As my first semester, then flaked out my second. I embezzled $6000 from my place of employment and hopped a cargo train to New Orleans. The next decade or so, I hitch-hiked and hopped trains all over the U.S., occasionally coming home for a semester or two and eventually managing to pick up a degree. During that time, I lived by my wits, scammed companies everywhere and really did party like a rock star. It's amazing I survived. I also joined MENSA for a couple of meetings, still didn't find what I was looking for, and returned to the comfort of my mostly interchangeable drug friends. These were fun years of chasing spirituality and meaning and even sometimes convincing myself I'd found it (thank you LSD). I did loads of traveling: all over Europe, the middle East, Central America, Mexico, the Carribbean islands, Canada, and of course, the U.S.
I've since earned a second degree and become respectable, but have always been haunted by my "potential." All my life, I've been told I had such potential and by so many people, and yet I've never been able to execute any of the things it's been most important to me to accomplish. I've done loads of other weird shit... concocting a dietary supplement that makes semen addictive, growing a culture of smallpox vaccine, etc... As it turns out, this affliction is actually pretty common among gifted adults, but it really is psychological torture. I exist in a bubble of existential ennui. What does it all mean? Very possibly - nothing.
Last week, I turned 38. The week before I was diagnosed with optic neuropathy in my left eye and told I'd eventually lose all vision in it. I walk pretty well, but have ominous pain in my left knee by evening and expect this will only worsen with age. I've got high blood pressure and my heart skips beats. My worst fear is that I'll have a stroke. Young people don't survive them.
Will I ever be a success? Probably not. Will I ever have kids? I really want them and always expected to have them eventually. But probably not. So, what is my life about? What am I here for? These have been hard questions to answer and I'm still having trouble accepting the answers I have,
So, last weekend, I decided it was time for something drastic.
I built a transcranial direct current stimulator. It was easier than I expected it to be. I've spent the past week augmenting and dampening select anatomical structures of my brain. For my first experiment, I stimulated my dorsolateral prefrontal cortex. I took an IQ test before and a different one after, with a net gain of 40 points. Effects seemed to last about a half hour afterward. For my second experiment, I temporarily gave myself autism with the intention of developing savant abilities. I had an improved ability to do math in my head. I also tried drawing, but this was more difficult to gauge, as I'm already a pretty decent artist. Continued experiments are on their way... One of my plans is to experiment with inducing temporal lobe epilepsy, particularly to nurture the side effect of hypergraphia. I will finally write those books!
I also recently ordered several precurser chemicals to produce my own neurotransmitters. I've been thinking for some time about the biological basis for internal motivation. It's been determined that intrinsic motivation is more effective than external rewards, yet research is notoriously scant on where intrinsic motivation comes from. I've been thinking long and hard on this the last month or so. It seems to me, like so many other aspects of our selves, it's based on a combination of nature and nurture. What we're born with - I think - is curiosity and an aversion to boredom, basically a desire for novelty, most likely due to dopamine. I am currently thinking these first drives are reinforced by your parents with the external reward of attention and praise. This develops into satisfaction at being effective and pride for one's accomplishments, likely the result of serotonin.
I know myself well enough to determine I am influenced heavily by dopamine. My life has basically been a chase for ever increasing novelty. It is possible I may have had low serotonin during one of my stages of development. Any satisfaction I derive from my accomplishments is fleeting, and I have a tendency to be particularly hard on myself for my perceived failings. I was supposed to have saved the world by now...
Well, 95% of your serotonin is made in your gut lining and I was a very picky eater as a kid, so it's possible I missed introducing some vital species of flora. Is it too late to change? Is there still time to reach my potential before I'm blind and crippled and my brain's filled with blood clots?
So many of my experiments are really about fixing myself. So much of my fascination with psychology and neuroscience is about the mere flimsy hope of someday reaching my potential.
I've ordered mct, aniracetam, dlpa, dopa mucuna, green tea extract, gaba, 5-htp and oxytocin. I've also recently stumbled on a biohacker group out of L.A. that has an EEG machine and an interest in genetics I'm already considering how to make useful for my cause.
My fans - and I love you all - have been sending emails asking when I'll come out with more recordings. I do have some partially written scripts, but I can't work on them now. I'm busy. The truth is... I'm going to reach my potential. I'm going to do it soon or I'm going to die trying.
SlutinmyHead
December, 2012
Summer Reading
I am sometimes asked how I know so much. The answer is reading. I read a hell of a freaking lot (this includes audio books). Here's three good books I've read recently:
How We Decide by Jonah Lehrer - This book is about the two minds with which we make decisions, our younger rationalizing mind and our more ancient emotional brain. It teaches when and how to delegate decision making to one or the other and taught me loads of interesting stuff about the neural pathways in the amygdala.
You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney - Heuristics are those mental shortcuts our brains have evolved to make. Helpful as they've been throughout human history, they can work against us too. These are things everyone falls for... unless they know what to look for.
A Billion Wicked Thoughts by Ogi Ogas and Sai Gaddam - This book analyzes Google and AOL search results, along with demographics, to educate on evolutionary biology. An extremely informative look at the psychosexual differences between men and women.
Want some other suggestions for your summer reading list? These books are also good: Freakonomics, Superfreakonomics, Influence, Predictably Irrational, just about anything by Malcolm Gladwell, just about anything by Irvin Yalom,
How We Decide by Jonah Lehrer - This book is about the two minds with which we make decisions, our younger rationalizing mind and our more ancient emotional brain. It teaches when and how to delegate decision making to one or the other and taught me loads of interesting stuff about the neural pathways in the amygdala.
You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney - Heuristics are those mental shortcuts our brains have evolved to make. Helpful as they've been throughout human history, they can work against us too. These are things everyone falls for... unless they know what to look for.
A Billion Wicked Thoughts by Ogi Ogas and Sai Gaddam - This book analyzes Google and AOL search results, along with demographics, to educate on evolutionary biology. An extremely informative look at the psychosexual differences between men and women.
Want some other suggestions for your summer reading list? These books are also good: Freakonomics, Superfreakonomics, Influence, Predictably Irrational, just about anything by Malcolm Gladwell, just about anything by Irvin Yalom,
Welcome to 2012
March, 2012
Thank you for visiting my site and for the opportunity to get inside your head. Like all humans, you have choices. Plenty of other people, ideas and responsibilities compete for your attention. It means something important you chose to plant it right here. I am not the only hypnotist on the Internet, nor the only advertising his or her services as erotic. Unfortunately, most others are mercenaries - just after your money. Most know little, if anything at all, about hypnosis, let alone how to do it. It certainly isn't something that turns them on. Many equate erotic hypnosis with auditory sadomasochism and include suggestions you would never want your subconscious to seriously consider. Beware anyone wanting to humiliate or degrade you, especially claiming to use such powerful, medical tools such as NLP or hypnosis.
My recordings are always intended to uplift you. They are meant to change your mind and to affect you as advertised, but always with positive consequences you can take pride in. This goodwill may indeed be part of the reason my recordings are so effective. I am a true hypnofetishist, since early childhood, so understand the mechanics of how and why this gets you off. Trace my roots through the erotic hypnosis community... I wrote the first erotic scripts for the Virtual Hypnotist program, have published novellas and short stories on the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive (as well as maintain a Readers Picks list) and have been sharing my hypnosis recordings on Warp My Mind for years.
The decision to start selling my recordings was difficult and came in three stages. The first was when I became frustrated by the lack of feedback on Warp My Mind. Then, I was sharing hypnosis files I'd originally made for myself. This was extremely personal and yet, I wanted to reach out to like-minded others. This fetish can be so solitary... I looked at other online hypnotists, some with testimonials plastered all over their websites, claiming thousands of fan mails each week. My newer files were of this caliber, yet I was only receiving four or five, with somewhere between two and seven comments per recording. This is frustrating when I have files garnering 1600 downloads. I thought maybe charging a nominal fee would get me some respect. One of the better online tists out there has since lowered her prices to $35 per recording, though at the time was charging $50. I figured somewhere between $10-20 struck a pretty good balance between being taken seriously and not taking myself too seriously. My day job was paying ridiculously well. This was not about the money. I posted in the forums I'd continue providing my files free to anyone contributing somehow to the community. This included other tists, people willing to record scripts, create binaurals, write scripts, provide feedback, etc. It even included people creating hypnotic material for other sites. If you were one of the people making this a community, I wanted to share with you. Likewise, my recordings are free for the first week or so. This rewards the followers who check the site daily, as well as increases the likelihood of voting and comments.
I am proud to say I started making a little money. I also put every dime back into the erotic hypnosis community by buying other hypnotists' files. I've actually spent several times more than this has ever brought in for me... On the other hand, people spend on their interests and hypnosis has been one of mine since about age 5. I've never spent more than I could afford or even missed.
Selling my recordings created a shift in my mindset that greatly improved the quality of my work. What I would settle for in my personal use was different than what I felt comfortable selling. I began putting more effort into my inductions, my suggestions staying on-topic and upgraded my recording equipment. I was now regularly appearing on the highest rated list on WMM. Often, several of my files made the list.
In 2009, I had a catastrophic injury that interfered with my ability to work for the next two years. Part of this time was spent in a wheelchair and my prognosis was poor. My savings ran out sooner than I would ever have thought and I had to rely upon the kindness of friends and family to take care of me. I moved from guest room to couch to bed to couch to bed to guest room to couch... it seemed like every few months. I moved from Florida to Arizona and even lived in Grand Canyon National Park for a few months. This was the second stage in my progression from hobbyist to businessman. My only income was erotic hypnosis and again, my quality increased. I spent my time researching, writing or recording files. My older ones were removed and cast out to the darkest regions of my external hard drive and I again upgraded my equipment, this time to studio quality. Another thing happened around this time. Three different women volunteered to record some of my scripts. Some of these are among my best ever.
I returned to work in 2011 running a prison psych hospital part time. This was not a job that required any ability at all, just someone with a pulse and a license. The totality of my duties took less than 30 minutes per shift, so long as I didn't get called to assess someone shanked or raped in another block. Sometimes I'd bullshit with different prisoners through the food trap or on rarer occasions, with various officers. The rest of the time was spent in my office with no computer or cell phone. We weren't even allowed books, though I snuck in two every day. I had to stash them down my pants to bypass security and kept a manilla envelope taped to the bottom of my desk where I'd hide anything I didn't finish. I usually finished both books during an 8-hour shift. Just in case you didn't realize, every single one of these books was psych related, all giving me more insight into how to control you, in case you were wondering...
I worked there long enough to get recent clinical experience after my long employment gap, then found a better job running two psychiatric units in Southern California. I'm loving it here, but my shift recently changed from working evenings to early mornings. I am not a morning person. And it gets dark here early. I've gone from having nine hours of daylight before work to just two hours after. Whereas, I could also go out drinking with my friends after work before, this new shift both requires going to bed early to get up early and separates me from my friends, who all work the evening shift. Likewise, when I worked evenings, I came home wide awake. Now I'm always tired. What's a guy to do?
Enter the third stage. Really treating this as a business. Not as a hobby on the side I might make a little money from, but as a growing business intended to eventually replace my day job. Will this happen over night? No, but it can happen if the support is there. Do you want to hear more files by me? My success means more focus on content production. I'm still charging amounts you can afford without rearranging your budget. Think of all the frivolous things you spend $20 on and how much repeated use you get listening to my recordings. It's just as important you buy from gayhypnosis.com whenever possible, as other sites hosting my files charge as much as 50% commission. That's before Paypal or whatever other money transfer service takes their cut.
I continue to solicit your feedback. I want to know what works and doesn't, a little about yourself and what you'd like to buy next. Please help me provide the recordings you want. Thanks for listening all these years.
SimH
Old Blogs from 2010
August 21, 2010
I've had an erotic mind control fetish since I was very young, learning hypnosis from books in my school library and practicing on volunteers at parties. Although my preference is to be submissive, the fact that I knew how to put people under and no one else did pretty much landed me in the domme seat by default. I've grown proficient in this role and do enjoy it, but still crave the intimacy I feel handing my mind over to someone else completely.
Fast forward a bit. I'm working in psychiatry and can put people in trance just by mirroring their breathing and slowing my blinking. I'm talking total strangers with no idea it's coming. I've become a wealth of information on sales, persuasion and manipulation. The only problem is that as I've grown professionally, very strict ethical guidelines in my field prevent me from exploring the very aspects of psychology that originally drew me to it.
To quote Alanis, "Isn't it ironic, don't you think?"
Take the irony one step further. I'm in a relationship with one of the most rigidly ethical psychologists you could ever hope to work with. Believe me, I know. We met at work. Five years into our relationship, she has still never let me hypnotize her, nor will she hypnotize me. She does let me play with others. That's kind of cool, but the net result is that my love of erotic hypnosis has become something I can express almost exclusively online and as anonymously as possible.
That's why this site is called Slut in my Head rather than Slut in Real Life. Sigh...
Over the years, my online presence in the erotic mind control community has grown from posting stories on the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive (www.mcstories.com) to submitting scripts for the Virtual Hypnotist program to selling mp3s on Warp My Mind. This site is the next step. I have a few more steps in the back of my mind, which is why I'm charging for files rather than giving them away (though I do give away plenty too; hint: don't ask). Some things I would like to see in the future have to do with the development of this site. Others, a longer way off, may end up being totally unrealistic. An erotic hypnosis bed and breakfast ? How about a polyamory relationship? The right people may help convince my sweet, vanilla girlfriend... I also used to dream about a commune, though a co-op is probably a more viable option.
My experience on Warp My Mind has taught me that a lot of people are happy to take something for free, but are less serious when it comes to further participation. For instance, a file downloaded 60,335 times might only receive 3 comments. Now, any comments could develop into potential friends, but it's still not very reinforcing for an aspiring hypnotist. No wonder so many of us decide to eventually charge... We start out idealistic and community-minded, but lurkers make us jaded.
Many of these files were made for myself or with specific people I know in mind. Many of these specific people are people who have written me over the years, either for my fiction or mp3s. Very few suggested the files they inspired, but our emails back and forth revealed common interests and these developed in my mind. Most of my inspiration comes to me at night after my significant other goes to bed. During the day, I am compelled to work on practical things. The wee hours of the night, though, are mine.
This is part of the reason I charge too. The more I can show this is an actual business venture rather than "goofing off," the more time I can devote to creating new files instead of say... getting yet another license, certification or doing some other mind-numbing chore to advance my career.
You give me permission to indulge in my hobby by buying the occasional file. It's a bargain, trust me. My hourly rate is much, much more. For that matter, if you met me professionally, you'd never get this kind of content. Most likely, you'd get meds, learn some coping skills and maybe, just maybe, I'd slip you into a light trance and offer a re-frame of your worst trauma, some new way of looking at the experience to change your PTSD into strength.
The take-away here is that erotic hypnosis is not just a hobby. It provides something spiritual, the act of surrendering to another or guiding someone's mind down into trance. The people closest to me will never understand, but maybe you do.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my files.
Pause (aka Slut in my Head)
I've had an erotic mind control fetish since I was very young, learning hypnosis from books in my school library and practicing on volunteers at parties. Although my preference is to be submissive, the fact that I knew how to put people under and no one else did pretty much landed me in the domme seat by default. I've grown proficient in this role and do enjoy it, but still crave the intimacy I feel handing my mind over to someone else completely.
Fast forward a bit. I'm working in psychiatry and can put people in trance just by mirroring their breathing and slowing my blinking. I'm talking total strangers with no idea it's coming. I've become a wealth of information on sales, persuasion and manipulation. The only problem is that as I've grown professionally, very strict ethical guidelines in my field prevent me from exploring the very aspects of psychology that originally drew me to it.
To quote Alanis, "Isn't it ironic, don't you think?"
Take the irony one step further. I'm in a relationship with one of the most rigidly ethical psychologists you could ever hope to work with. Believe me, I know. We met at work. Five years into our relationship, she has still never let me hypnotize her, nor will she hypnotize me. She does let me play with others. That's kind of cool, but the net result is that my love of erotic hypnosis has become something I can express almost exclusively online and as anonymously as possible.
That's why this site is called Slut in my Head rather than Slut in Real Life. Sigh...
Over the years, my online presence in the erotic mind control community has grown from posting stories on the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive (www.mcstories.com) to submitting scripts for the Virtual Hypnotist program to selling mp3s on Warp My Mind. This site is the next step. I have a few more steps in the back of my mind, which is why I'm charging for files rather than giving them away (though I do give away plenty too; hint: don't ask). Some things I would like to see in the future have to do with the development of this site. Others, a longer way off, may end up being totally unrealistic. An erotic hypnosis bed and breakfast ? How about a polyamory relationship? The right people may help convince my sweet, vanilla girlfriend... I also used to dream about a commune, though a co-op is probably a more viable option.
My experience on Warp My Mind has taught me that a lot of people are happy to take something for free, but are less serious when it comes to further participation. For instance, a file downloaded 60,335 times might only receive 3 comments. Now, any comments could develop into potential friends, but it's still not very reinforcing for an aspiring hypnotist. No wonder so many of us decide to eventually charge... We start out idealistic and community-minded, but lurkers make us jaded.
Many of these files were made for myself or with specific people I know in mind. Many of these specific people are people who have written me over the years, either for my fiction or mp3s. Very few suggested the files they inspired, but our emails back and forth revealed common interests and these developed in my mind. Most of my inspiration comes to me at night after my significant other goes to bed. During the day, I am compelled to work on practical things. The wee hours of the night, though, are mine.
This is part of the reason I charge too. The more I can show this is an actual business venture rather than "goofing off," the more time I can devote to creating new files instead of say... getting yet another license, certification or doing some other mind-numbing chore to advance my career.
You give me permission to indulge in my hobby by buying the occasional file. It's a bargain, trust me. My hourly rate is much, much more. For that matter, if you met me professionally, you'd never get this kind of content. Most likely, you'd get meds, learn some coping skills and maybe, just maybe, I'd slip you into a light trance and offer a re-frame of your worst trauma, some new way of looking at the experience to change your PTSD into strength.
The take-away here is that erotic hypnosis is not just a hobby. It provides something spiritual, the act of surrendering to another or guiding someone's mind down into trance. The people closest to me will never understand, but maybe you do.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my files.
Pause (aka Slut in my Head)
September 9, 2010
After a wild week in Black Rock City, NV (aka Burning Man), I am back home and very, very sleepy. It was an amazing time. My new poly tribe from my theme camp Playfully Yours was a big part of that, as were my frequent visits to the Machine Control Compound where I was put under repeatedly and made to service the red robot. I cannot overemphasize enough that Burning Man is the one place you must visit as soon as you can. There may be no better place to indulge in exploration and self-growth. Whatever you're looking for, it's there. Hell, there's even a roller disco! For one week, we're the fourth largest city in Nevada. It is interesting though that despite that huge economic boom us burners bring to Nevada every year, there are plenty of conservatives who hate us. Why? To paraphrase the former President, they hate us for our freedom. They have all kinds of ideas about what Burning Man is, though have never attended. We met one such hater in Reno when we almost collided. I'll admit to not being at my most alert, but he was going 60 mph through a hotel parking lot. We both deserve blame, but it wasn't like there was any actual accident. Still, he pulled up along side of us a few minutes later on Virginia Ave (the main strip in Reno). It was obvious we'd just come from the playa. Our poor car was covered in dust and we had brightly decorated bicycles strapped to a homemade roof rack made from fun noodles and recycled backpack webbing. We barely rolled down our windows before the obscenities began. Among the profanity, the only bit I remember was, "You dirty fucking hippie, go back to Burning Man!" It wasn't what he said, but how he said it. All the hate and anger... It was surprising after coming from someplace where everybody loves you. Funny thing is though, my girlfriend and I were not what he was expecting. He expected some skinny hippie pacifists he could intimidate, not a loud, hysterical Jamaican woman or a competitive bodybuilder getting out of the car and closing in on him. I have years of martial arts training as well as six years working on a dangerous psych unit where physical takedowns of psychotic patients were routine. He had no idea who was messing with. Here was our opportunity to make sure he'd think twice next time. We spent the whole drive home thinking about him telling his friends he got his ass kicked by a couple dirty hippies. Good times! "Go back to Burning Man," he'd said. If only I could... If only it was year round... I'd live there. Until then, it's just my summer home. See you next year ;)
Pause
Grand Canyon N.P., AZ
After a wild week in Black Rock City, NV (aka Burning Man), I am back home and very, very sleepy. It was an amazing time. My new poly tribe from my theme camp Playfully Yours was a big part of that, as were my frequent visits to the Machine Control Compound where I was put under repeatedly and made to service the red robot. I cannot overemphasize enough that Burning Man is the one place you must visit as soon as you can. There may be no better place to indulge in exploration and self-growth. Whatever you're looking for, it's there. Hell, there's even a roller disco! For one week, we're the fourth largest city in Nevada. It is interesting though that despite that huge economic boom us burners bring to Nevada every year, there are plenty of conservatives who hate us. Why? To paraphrase the former President, they hate us for our freedom. They have all kinds of ideas about what Burning Man is, though have never attended. We met one such hater in Reno when we almost collided. I'll admit to not being at my most alert, but he was going 60 mph through a hotel parking lot. We both deserve blame, but it wasn't like there was any actual accident. Still, he pulled up along side of us a few minutes later on Virginia Ave (the main strip in Reno). It was obvious we'd just come from the playa. Our poor car was covered in dust and we had brightly decorated bicycles strapped to a homemade roof rack made from fun noodles and recycled backpack webbing. We barely rolled down our windows before the obscenities began. Among the profanity, the only bit I remember was, "You dirty fucking hippie, go back to Burning Man!" It wasn't what he said, but how he said it. All the hate and anger... It was surprising after coming from someplace where everybody loves you. Funny thing is though, my girlfriend and I were not what he was expecting. He expected some skinny hippie pacifists he could intimidate, not a loud, hysterical Jamaican woman or a competitive bodybuilder getting out of the car and closing in on him. I have years of martial arts training as well as six years working on a dangerous psych unit where physical takedowns of psychotic patients were routine. He had no idea who was messing with. Here was our opportunity to make sure he'd think twice next time. We spent the whole drive home thinking about him telling his friends he got his ass kicked by a couple dirty hippies. Good times! "Go back to Burning Man," he'd said. If only I could... If only it was year round... I'd live there. Until then, it's just my summer home. See you next year ;)
Pause
Grand Canyon N.P., AZ
December 6, 2010
It's been a crazy year. Well, it's actually been crazy for about a year and a half, though things are finally looking up.
Back in July 2009, I was injured badly enough that an orthopedic surgeon considered amputating my left leg. I had a couple of surgeries. Just before the first one, I was warned to prepare myself in case the leg wasn't there when I woke up. "I'm going to do everything I can to save it," my surgeon said, "but you need to prepare yourself just in case."
He was able to save it, but said I'd need at least one more surgery, maybe even more than that. His expectation was that I'd get about 35% of my use back, after a year of physical therapy. He expected I'd be able to get around the house with a cane eventually, would probably have chronic pain the rest of my life and may decide to apply for disability.
I spent the next six months in a wheelchair, then another couple months on crutches. The way out is through, I kept telling myself. Getting around on crutches is hard, much harder than playing with them when you can actually walk. I've been a bodybuilder for years, but still struggled keeping up with my girlfriend in the grocery store (especially those super Walmarts... sheesh!) or climbing up and down stairs. I used to joke that this wasn't being handicapped, it was cross training. I gave a great outward appearance of someone handling adversity, though the truth of it is, I felt like my life was over. I couldn't do the things I love: mountain biking, skateboarding, etc. And I hurt all the time. I couldn't imagine spending the next 50 or 60 years with this kind of pain or with these limits.
I had to take back control.
Following my last surgery, I was officially put back together. I had torn every ligament and tendon in my left knee, along with some of the cartilage. I received transplanted cadaver tendons, attached by seven bolts - five of which would become bone after two years. The other two can be felt if you touch the right places and set off metal detectors, only the wands though, not the walk-thru ones.
I stopped taking pain killers the night before my final surgery in December, 2009 and have not taken one since. I'd seen too many of my patients become addicted to accept that for myself, even if it still hurt like a bitch. Then, one week later, I walked a mile. My knee was contractured and could not straighten, but I limped along. I carried my crutches with me, but was determined not to use them. I didn't turn back when it began to rain, thunder and lightning. The pain was severe. I snarled through it, promising myself a fat medical grade joint when I got back.
I started physical therapy around then. During my ortho clinicals years before, I'd spent time with patients in physical therapy. I'd watched them whine and complain and struggle. I struggled, but did not whine or complain. I had sessions for two hours three times per week. On these days, I'd leave feeling broken and tired, go home, smoke a bowl, then do the exact same exercises for several hours more. I did them on my days off. Most times, physical therapists have to push their patients. In my case, they kept telling me to slow down. I refused. I needed to get my life back.
In February 2010, I got a new job. For months by then, I'd lived off the kindness of my loved ones, staying with whoever was willing to take care of me. I could do very little for myself. Working again meant income and independence. I was so excited.
Unfortunately, this new hospital had all sorts of politics I'd somehow avoided at my last position. Everyone seemed to have an agenda. I couldn't tell who were my allies and who were out to get me. I've always been great with people. Now I couldn't understand what was happening. Long story short, one of my co-workers submitted a complaint against me to the state board. It didn't even matter that it was fabricated. My position was terminated. Looking up my license showed that I was under investigation, making me pretty much unemployable until this was resolved. I cannot overestimate the fantasies I had of going into my old department armed to the teeth and killing all the staff. I was just getting back on my feet - quite literally, and the assholes there knocked me right back down. Who would do that?
I hired a lawyer, not the one I wanted who came highly recommended, but one willing to work for the flat fee I could afford. I was never sure if this guy was actually doing anything for me. The things I asked for, like a copy of my personnel folder or even the complaint, he never got. It took two weeks of calling and sending emails to get a reply. Yet, I had no money. I was stuck with him.
I was told it would be another 6-9 months before my hearing, before I could set my record straight. Fortunately, an old friend had a temporary opening at his company doing tech support. I'd spent three years doing that for Gateway in my early 20's and thought I could muddle through. It was only for three months, but would involve living at the Grand Canyon, just 500 yards from the South rim with my housing paid for.
Ah, how I loved living at the canyon. I learned the secrets. You can go to the soccer field of the k-12 school around dusk and see herds of elk. Bring a recyclable "green" bag to the grocery store, you get 10% off. I even learned of secret trails that brought you to vistas and clandestine camping far from the tourists. Nor did I require a car living at Grand Canyon Village. I walked everywhere, lots of up and down walking. I also mountain biked. By the end of the three months, my leg was doing great. I was walking nine miles at a time, hardly any pain, minimal swelling.
Then the stint ended and I returned to my girlfriend's apartment in Phoenix. Btw, I'm not fond of Phoenix at all. Some good did come of being here though. I became close friends with my female neighbor and last week - the day before my 36th birthday -- I finally had my day in court... and won. I've checked the state board website every day since. Today is the very first day my license does not say under investigation when I look it up. Hallelujah!
Next: getting a job, then moving, possibly to San Francisco or L.A... but I need $$ first. Expecting 2011 to be a much better year...
Fuck 2010!
Pause (Slut in my Head)
Phoenix, AZ
It's been a crazy year. Well, it's actually been crazy for about a year and a half, though things are finally looking up.
Back in July 2009, I was injured badly enough that an orthopedic surgeon considered amputating my left leg. I had a couple of surgeries. Just before the first one, I was warned to prepare myself in case the leg wasn't there when I woke up. "I'm going to do everything I can to save it," my surgeon said, "but you need to prepare yourself just in case."
He was able to save it, but said I'd need at least one more surgery, maybe even more than that. His expectation was that I'd get about 35% of my use back, after a year of physical therapy. He expected I'd be able to get around the house with a cane eventually, would probably have chronic pain the rest of my life and may decide to apply for disability.
I spent the next six months in a wheelchair, then another couple months on crutches. The way out is through, I kept telling myself. Getting around on crutches is hard, much harder than playing with them when you can actually walk. I've been a bodybuilder for years, but still struggled keeping up with my girlfriend in the grocery store (especially those super Walmarts... sheesh!) or climbing up and down stairs. I used to joke that this wasn't being handicapped, it was cross training. I gave a great outward appearance of someone handling adversity, though the truth of it is, I felt like my life was over. I couldn't do the things I love: mountain biking, skateboarding, etc. And I hurt all the time. I couldn't imagine spending the next 50 or 60 years with this kind of pain or with these limits.
I had to take back control.
Following my last surgery, I was officially put back together. I had torn every ligament and tendon in my left knee, along with some of the cartilage. I received transplanted cadaver tendons, attached by seven bolts - five of which would become bone after two years. The other two can be felt if you touch the right places and set off metal detectors, only the wands though, not the walk-thru ones.
I stopped taking pain killers the night before my final surgery in December, 2009 and have not taken one since. I'd seen too many of my patients become addicted to accept that for myself, even if it still hurt like a bitch. Then, one week later, I walked a mile. My knee was contractured and could not straighten, but I limped along. I carried my crutches with me, but was determined not to use them. I didn't turn back when it began to rain, thunder and lightning. The pain was severe. I snarled through it, promising myself a fat medical grade joint when I got back.
I started physical therapy around then. During my ortho clinicals years before, I'd spent time with patients in physical therapy. I'd watched them whine and complain and struggle. I struggled, but did not whine or complain. I had sessions for two hours three times per week. On these days, I'd leave feeling broken and tired, go home, smoke a bowl, then do the exact same exercises for several hours more. I did them on my days off. Most times, physical therapists have to push their patients. In my case, they kept telling me to slow down. I refused. I needed to get my life back.
In February 2010, I got a new job. For months by then, I'd lived off the kindness of my loved ones, staying with whoever was willing to take care of me. I could do very little for myself. Working again meant income and independence. I was so excited.
Unfortunately, this new hospital had all sorts of politics I'd somehow avoided at my last position. Everyone seemed to have an agenda. I couldn't tell who were my allies and who were out to get me. I've always been great with people. Now I couldn't understand what was happening. Long story short, one of my co-workers submitted a complaint against me to the state board. It didn't even matter that it was fabricated. My position was terminated. Looking up my license showed that I was under investigation, making me pretty much unemployable until this was resolved. I cannot overestimate the fantasies I had of going into my old department armed to the teeth and killing all the staff. I was just getting back on my feet - quite literally, and the assholes there knocked me right back down. Who would do that?
I hired a lawyer, not the one I wanted who came highly recommended, but one willing to work for the flat fee I could afford. I was never sure if this guy was actually doing anything for me. The things I asked for, like a copy of my personnel folder or even the complaint, he never got. It took two weeks of calling and sending emails to get a reply. Yet, I had no money. I was stuck with him.
I was told it would be another 6-9 months before my hearing, before I could set my record straight. Fortunately, an old friend had a temporary opening at his company doing tech support. I'd spent three years doing that for Gateway in my early 20's and thought I could muddle through. It was only for three months, but would involve living at the Grand Canyon, just 500 yards from the South rim with my housing paid for.
Ah, how I loved living at the canyon. I learned the secrets. You can go to the soccer field of the k-12 school around dusk and see herds of elk. Bring a recyclable "green" bag to the grocery store, you get 10% off. I even learned of secret trails that brought you to vistas and clandestine camping far from the tourists. Nor did I require a car living at Grand Canyon Village. I walked everywhere, lots of up and down walking. I also mountain biked. By the end of the three months, my leg was doing great. I was walking nine miles at a time, hardly any pain, minimal swelling.
Then the stint ended and I returned to my girlfriend's apartment in Phoenix. Btw, I'm not fond of Phoenix at all. Some good did come of being here though. I became close friends with my female neighbor and last week - the day before my 36th birthday -- I finally had my day in court... and won. I've checked the state board website every day since. Today is the very first day my license does not say under investigation when I look it up. Hallelujah!
Next: getting a job, then moving, possibly to San Francisco or L.A... but I need $$ first. Expecting 2011 to be a much better year...
Fuck 2010!
Pause (Slut in my Head)
Phoenix, AZ
December 7, 2010
Thank you for bearing with me while I attempt to improve this site. Mostly this has involved fluctuating prices, as well as changes to how I get these mp3s to you. I have discovered NiteFlirt as a pretty decent way to make files less than 20 MB available instantly. Unfortunately, files larger than that can't be sent that way, at least not without having some secret website with password protected pages I can link to. Alas, adding features costs money. I am at the moment unemployed and due partially to my generous nature, this is still not a money making site. While I am hopeful it will pay for itself eventually, it is not at the moment.
Most sales, for the time being, continue to come from Warp My Mind. Sales made there are split 50/50 with EMG, which obviously affects prices. I've tried to reflect this by matching or lowering prices on this site by comparison. However, NiteFlirt takes their cut too, as does Paypal, which is how earnings shift into my account. Thus, a $20 mp3 nets me about 35 cents by the time it lands in my bank. No, not really, though the bite is noticeable no matter where the mp3 is bought... Sigh...
As of this writing, there are mp3s on Warp My Mind available free that are being charged for on this site. This will change over the next few days, so get them there while you can. My decision to charge comes partially from the lack of feedback. I have been honest from the start that more feedback means more free files and less means you pay. I don't write and record these sessions for nothing. Of course there will continue being free files. This has always been a labor of love for me, but I'm no sucker either (ha ha, of course I am). I do want something for my efforts, even if it's just an "Attaboy! Good job!" or my hard earned 35 cents.
Thanks for understanding.
Pause (aka Slut in my Head)
Thank you for bearing with me while I attempt to improve this site. Mostly this has involved fluctuating prices, as well as changes to how I get these mp3s to you. I have discovered NiteFlirt as a pretty decent way to make files less than 20 MB available instantly. Unfortunately, files larger than that can't be sent that way, at least not without having some secret website with password protected pages I can link to. Alas, adding features costs money. I am at the moment unemployed and due partially to my generous nature, this is still not a money making site. While I am hopeful it will pay for itself eventually, it is not at the moment.
Most sales, for the time being, continue to come from Warp My Mind. Sales made there are split 50/50 with EMG, which obviously affects prices. I've tried to reflect this by matching or lowering prices on this site by comparison. However, NiteFlirt takes their cut too, as does Paypal, which is how earnings shift into my account. Thus, a $20 mp3 nets me about 35 cents by the time it lands in my bank. No, not really, though the bite is noticeable no matter where the mp3 is bought... Sigh...
As of this writing, there are mp3s on Warp My Mind available free that are being charged for on this site. This will change over the next few days, so get them there while you can. My decision to charge comes partially from the lack of feedback. I have been honest from the start that more feedback means more free files and less means you pay. I don't write and record these sessions for nothing. Of course there will continue being free files. This has always been a labor of love for me, but I'm no sucker either (ha ha, of course I am). I do want something for my efforts, even if it's just an "Attaboy! Good job!" or my hard earned 35 cents.
Thanks for understanding.
Pause (aka Slut in my Head)
December 9, 2010
Adding another layer to your trancing experience...
I've been doing this for years and have recently heard from some of my listeners doing the same. What am I talking about, you ask? Listening to more than one file simultaneously!
It seems to work best with two different hypnotists. Different sounding voices... I've gotten good results with male and female hypnotists, but also two of the same gender so long as their voices are different enough. I usually have either a porn video or a slideshow of various images playing simultaneously. Managing this is easy. You just right click files to open with different programs. I tend to use Windows Media Player, Quicktime and itunes.
The combination works well because of our brain's limited multitasking ability. We have two hemispheres, which allow us to manage two competing tasks. My understanding is that we can't multitask three. So is it better to listen to two at once, or three? Likewise, doesn't this cause a different kind of trance than focusing on only one voice?
You tell me. That's the beauty of our community. We experiment in a way that would make MK Ultra researchers green with envy. Trust me, the government would love to learn what we know. They might not even know it yet... We're not exactly on the radar.
You may have noticed certain of my mp3s seem designed specifically to be listened to together, even more so now that I've got a girl willing to occasionally record some. Please take the opportunity to try this out and I'll make it easy. Buy Buy My My Ring (read by Goldilocks) and I'll include Buy Her That Ring (read by me).
I'm also very interested in your own observations regarding how listening to multiple files works for you verses listening to one at a time. Thanks!
Pause (aka Slutinmyhead)
Phoenix, AZ
Adding another layer to your trancing experience...
I've been doing this for years and have recently heard from some of my listeners doing the same. What am I talking about, you ask? Listening to more than one file simultaneously!
It seems to work best with two different hypnotists. Different sounding voices... I've gotten good results with male and female hypnotists, but also two of the same gender so long as their voices are different enough. I usually have either a porn video or a slideshow of various images playing simultaneously. Managing this is easy. You just right click files to open with different programs. I tend to use Windows Media Player, Quicktime and itunes.
The combination works well because of our brain's limited multitasking ability. We have two hemispheres, which allow us to manage two competing tasks. My understanding is that we can't multitask three. So is it better to listen to two at once, or three? Likewise, doesn't this cause a different kind of trance than focusing on only one voice?
You tell me. That's the beauty of our community. We experiment in a way that would make MK Ultra researchers green with envy. Trust me, the government would love to learn what we know. They might not even know it yet... We're not exactly on the radar.
You may have noticed certain of my mp3s seem designed specifically to be listened to together, even more so now that I've got a girl willing to occasionally record some. Please take the opportunity to try this out and I'll make it easy. Buy Buy My My Ring (read by Goldilocks) and I'll include Buy Her That Ring (read by me).
I'm also very interested in your own observations regarding how listening to multiple files works for you verses listening to one at a time. Thanks!
Pause (aka Slutinmyhead)
Phoenix, AZ
December 28th, 2010
I've written two new scripts, so it's safe to assume these files are coming soon. The first file will likely be titled Baby Mama and will be read by Goldilocks. It instructs you to want to get her pregnant, to find yourself more attracted to fertile and pregnant women and to become increasingly submissive to their maternal authority. The second file is titled Chick Cuck and will be read by me and Goldilocks together. A chick cuck is a female version of a cuckold, though with important differences. First, no mention of chastity. Chick cucks enjoy lots of sex with their boyfriend. They just also facilitate it so he has sex with lots of other women too. Chick cucks are bisexual and sexually adventurous. There's more to this file too. I can't wait for you to hear it.
Have a happy New Year.
Pause (aka Slut in my Head)
Phoenix, AZ
I've written two new scripts, so it's safe to assume these files are coming soon. The first file will likely be titled Baby Mama and will be read by Goldilocks. It instructs you to want to get her pregnant, to find yourself more attracted to fertile and pregnant women and to become increasingly submissive to their maternal authority. The second file is titled Chick Cuck and will be read by me and Goldilocks together. A chick cuck is a female version of a cuckold, though with important differences. First, no mention of chastity. Chick cucks enjoy lots of sex with their boyfriend. They just also facilitate it so he has sex with lots of other women too. Chick cucks are bisexual and sexually adventurous. There's more to this file too. I can't wait for you to hear it.
Have a happy New Year.
Pause (aka Slut in my Head)
Phoenix, AZ
January 4, 2011
Like a lot of people, one of my New Years resolutions is to get in shape. After years of body building, I've accumulated quite a few tips and tricks and figured I'd offer them here...
Whenever I'd need to slim down, I used to just get in the habit of taking long bike rides. I'd also kayak. Most of these times, I'd bring snacks, my camelbak filled with water, etc. I found bike rides to be really good for job stress, which lowers your cortisol levels and help you lose weight. Some other tricks were always eating breakfast (raises metabolism), letting lunch be my biggest meal of the day (metabolism's highest), taking a half hour walk before dinner (raising metabolism), dividing my meals in half before bite #1, then eating the other half an hour later (if still hungry), drinking tons of water or unsweetened tea, never letting myself get too hungry throughout the day (maintaining glycemic index), and eating relatively low carb (except for fruits and veggies, which made up half of each meal). Omelets are your best friend. You can make dozens of variations, including seafood omelets, turkey and stuffing omelets, veggie or fruit omelets, etc. Most of my snack foods consisted of baby carrots, almonds or lunch meats. I ate a lot of rotisserie chicken and had most meals prepared in advance and portioned out. Also, if you include weight training, that helps. The more muscle you have, the more calories are burned without having to do anything. Btw, a really good post-workout drink that's cheap is lowfat chocolate milk and pasteurized egg whites (I use All Whites from a carton). It tastes just like chocolate milk, but has both slow and fast burning proteins, as well as the sugar in the chocolate to spike your insulin levels, so your muscles absorb the protein easily. Drink within about 20 minutes after your work out.
Let's all reach our goals for 2011!
SimH
Like a lot of people, one of my New Years resolutions is to get in shape. After years of body building, I've accumulated quite a few tips and tricks and figured I'd offer them here...
Whenever I'd need to slim down, I used to just get in the habit of taking long bike rides. I'd also kayak. Most of these times, I'd bring snacks, my camelbak filled with water, etc. I found bike rides to be really good for job stress, which lowers your cortisol levels and help you lose weight. Some other tricks were always eating breakfast (raises metabolism), letting lunch be my biggest meal of the day (metabolism's highest), taking a half hour walk before dinner (raising metabolism), dividing my meals in half before bite #1, then eating the other half an hour later (if still hungry), drinking tons of water or unsweetened tea, never letting myself get too hungry throughout the day (maintaining glycemic index), and eating relatively low carb (except for fruits and veggies, which made up half of each meal). Omelets are your best friend. You can make dozens of variations, including seafood omelets, turkey and stuffing omelets, veggie or fruit omelets, etc. Most of my snack foods consisted of baby carrots, almonds or lunch meats. I ate a lot of rotisserie chicken and had most meals prepared in advance and portioned out. Also, if you include weight training, that helps. The more muscle you have, the more calories are burned without having to do anything. Btw, a really good post-workout drink that's cheap is lowfat chocolate milk and pasteurized egg whites (I use All Whites from a carton). It tastes just like chocolate milk, but has both slow and fast burning proteins, as well as the sugar in the chocolate to spike your insulin levels, so your muscles absorb the protein easily. Drink within about 20 minutes after your work out.
Let's all reach our goals for 2011!
SimH
New File: Ghost in the Machine
I recorded a new file. Another science fiction one, Ghost in the Machine. You awaken alone on a spaceship, the last human alive carrying everything humans ever did or knew. This is our last chance for meaning: the hope that an alien race might someday find us and get some kind of use from our existence. In the meantime, you need company to keep sane. The computer compiles an AI personality to keep you company... I proceed immediately to brainwash you. This file describes several of the stages used in brainwashing used by cults: dissolution of ego, self-derealization, all conditions controlled completely by another you depend on for your very life support. This bonds you to me, so that you feel like my construct, simply an extension of my artificial intelligence. You are marched in your cryogenic pod, reinforced with desires to exercise and eat healthy. You are enveloped in a virtual world I create and given a special trigger. The sudden flashing of someone's nipples directed at you submerges you helplessly back into hypnotic trance.
