MEEHU, A Personal Blog, Part 6, Sunday!

Sunday

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Who am I, this Time?

In reviewing my blog for Saturday night, I realized I had totally forgotten to mention one funny moment.

After the second Hypno-egg battle, I asked Fay if it would be all right to take some pictures of her with the Hypno-egg. She agreed. The only problem was that we weren’t allowed to take pictures in the common areas.

So the two of us grabbed the egg and went into her room, closing the door behind us. I turned off the lights, and starting taking pictures. What followed were some of the best pictures I think I’ve ever taken. These Pictures. Though, to be fair, having such a gorgeous (and tiny) model really helps.

The problem was that we were both so keyed into the Hypno-egg, which was glowing all the colors in that otherwise pitch-black room, that we found ourselves about to drift away. We both had this panicked moment that we were going to be lost until someone came looking for us.

With what willpower I had left, I knocked the Hypno-egg out of Fay’s hands. That broke the spell long enough for us to turn on the lights and get someone to turn the darned Hypno-egg off.

The following morning, Lee and I put together a class based on the Hypnotic Amnesia book we’ve been working on. We took advantage of the “Unconference” aspects of the weekend and took over one of the convention suites. We were gratified to have a packed house, as we went over the basis of the book, how one could use hypnotic amnesia in a variety of play-scenarios, and did some demonstrations in front of the class. It was my first ever hypno-class that I co-taught, and I thought it went very well. I think I’m fortunate in that I’m bit of a ham, so “performing” in front of an audience comes pretty easily to me. We had very cool conversations and questions, and, overall, it made us both motivated to move forward with the project.

I sat in on the “switches” class briefly, where SweetGasp was leading a rollicking discussion on issues hypno-switches face. I also poked my head in to the NLP class. I have this thing, it seems, where people who are “practicing” NLP make me very tired. The instructor was very good, but there was something about the presentation (much as when I have watched videos by others on the subject) that threatens to put me to sleep.

I next found myself in the confusion induction class Wiseguy was teaching. It was very similar to the class he had taught in New Hampshire that I had also attended. Close by was Emiliana and Fay. A few minutes into the class Wiseguy read a script which was part induction and part short story. I had heard it before, but still let myself drift a little. As I drifted, I slowly turned to the left and saw Fay looking at me and smiling. She pointed over her shoulder, where Emiliana was drifting her own way into trance. Later she said she felt as if she had drifted off for only a couple of minutes. The script was at least 20 minutes long. She was more than a little surprised.

Later on Sunday, I had another first, in that I taught my very own class. I had told Mephki that it would be a good idea to have a class about how to avoid “Con-drop,” which is to say, the physical and emotional funk that people often find themselves in after they’ve attended a convention. She agreed that it was a good idea, and said, “Why don’t you teach it?” And since it turns out it’s really difficult for me to say “no” to a smart, awesome woman, I said “yes.”

It was a smaller affair than the hypnotic amnesia class, but I thought so many people brought things to the table in terms of taking care of themselves physically and emotionally, and I found it to be extremely productive. Special thanks to LeeAllure, Setsudo, and PhotoJoseph for their contributions to the class.

Afterwards, some of us went to the “Building Communities” class, where we discussed different issues common to the various Unconferences. HypnoMaestro was fantastic about taking in feedback about what needed work (a few things) and what was brilliant (almost everything) about the weekend.

By now it was late in the day on Sunday, and we helped everyone with the clean up of the common areas. We found ourselves ready for dinner 45 minutes before the scheduled time and Tesdenic, Fayvie, Emiliana, LeeAllure, Sebastian and I headed over ahead of the crowd. The restaurant was about a 10-minute walk from the venue, and by the time we got there, most of us were pretty hungry. So we decided to get a head-start on dinner. We were sat in the front part of the restaurant. Dinner was great, but as we were served, the crowd started coming in, which lead to the fairly awkward situation wherein we directed all of MEEHU to the back part of the restaurant, where MEEHU had reserved tables. We saw everyone pass us, and give us slightly puzzled looks. (It wasn’t anything personal, I swear. We were just hungry.) HypnoMaestro, Isis and Lady Inamorata gave brief speeches thanking everyone for attending, and it looked like everyone had a fantastic time.

We finished dinner and repaired to the hotel. Lee and I had an experiment to conduct on someone else. Ms. Mesmer (who some may remember from my NEEHU blog as my partner in crime for the Corsair Doctor Who scene) had volunteered to help us with one of our experiments: a dual induction. Lee and I went to the suite she was sharing.

After setting up, with her friend TigerLily watching, Lee and I sat on either side of her and recorded us putting her under a deep, deep trance. Well, I say we recorded it, but our first attempt didn’t record properly. So poor Ms. Mesmer had to put up with us hypnotizing her again. We had her forget a random group of numbers, and then had her forget that she had even been hypnotized the first time. She was a fantastic subject to work with.

Afterwards, we were talking about our Doctor Who scene at NEEHU, and we quickly agreed to a redux. In fact, TigerLily also wanted to participate. So Lee hypnotized me into “being” the Doctor, and I placed both of them into a trance with my trusty sonic screwdriver. TigerLily really liked pain, something Ms. Mesmer didn’t. So I had them hold hands, and set my sonic to “Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow” of their sensations so that whatever pleasure Ms. Mesmer would feel would be transformed into pain on TigerLily’s end, and vice versa.

I then ran through the various pain, pleasure, and tickle settings on the sonic with each of them. I also may have experimented with the orgasm settings as well (I’m only Time Lord.) I may have brought them as close to an orgasm as I could and then have them ask to be pushed over the edge. Did I say ask? Maybe beg. My memory is a little fuzzy on that point.

Later, Tigerlily said she was impressed with how I stayed in character throughout the scene. I can only say that: (1) Lee’s suggestions helped and; (2) when you have two extraordinarily sexy women writhing on the couch because they are having fun believing you’re the Doctor, you stay in character come what may. (Mrs. Pynchon: “Give, give, give, DJ.”)

Needless to say, it was a fantastically hot scene, and I felt rather elevated and in “top space” for most of the rest of the evening.

However, at some point, and I’m not sure exactly when it happened, Lee took a felt pen and drew hash marks on my arm. Now, for those of you Doctor Who fans out there, hashmarks are a reference to the Silence, an alien race that you only remember when you’re looking at them. The only evidence you would have for knowing that they were there (or behind you) would be the hashmark you’d make on your arm for each one you’ve seen. In this case, Lee hypnotized me into forgetting that she had made the 7 or so marks on my arm, and covered them up with my sleeve. Then she told me that for every hashmark on my arm I saw, I would have an orgasm. After enjoying the orgasm or orgasms (depending on how far up my arm she pulled my sleeve to reveal the hashmarks), and over about the following 30 seconds, I would forget everything about it: the hashmarks; having the orgasm(s); and even the fact that the hashmarks on my arm caused the orgasm. Every time I saw my arm the memories, and the orgasms, would flood back to me.

[Note: I believe I covered this earlier in my blog, and this may very well count as “Too Much Information,” but the hypnotic orgasms I experience aren’t “orgasms” in the classic sense. When I have them, they feel like my brain is dumping endorphins and serotonin into my system. It’s a pleasurable feeling, and certainly orgasmic. Over time, and with practice, the sensation has gotten more and more powerful.]

The only reason I remember any of this is that, to make it easier to “forget” the sensations, I was told that I would remember everything after the weekend was over. So some of what I’m recounting slowly emerged over the next few days.

We made our way down to the “rainbow” room, where we played a game of “Hypno Truth or Dare.” The game is played much like regular Truth or Dare, although, obviously, with more hypnosis. We had a lot fun playing it, and I recall Lee “daring” me to show my hashmarks to everyone else in the room. There were about 15 people in the room, so seven times fifteen equals… oh, never mind, you get the idea.

Emiliana was also there, and Fay, Lee, Seb and I marveled at how far she had come over the weekend, from a total neophyte to someone who had actually drifted into trance at Lee’s capable hands. We would have shared that with her, except that Emiliana had, in fact, drifted away from the room, and we could not find her. Normally, we would expect a grown adult to take care of herself, but (as my own experience with fractionation had shown) people shouldn’t “wander off” shortly after having spent the day in one form of trance or another. Sebastian, Fayvie and I all went looking for her throughout the hotel. We ultimately found her, on the same floor, having been pulled into a conversation about Captain America and fanfic. She was mortified that she had put us through any sort of worry, but we were merely relieved that nothing untoward had occurred.

At some point we (Lee, Emiliana, Fay, Seb and I) wound up in Fay and Emiliana’s room. Emiliana turned to me and said, “Pynch, can I hypnotize you?”

Who was I to say no?

(To be fair, I had earlier offered to be her guinea pig if she were interested in trying out the experience from the other side of the pocket watch, so to speak.)

I sat across from her and she had me look into her (very lovely) eyes. I wish I could remember the exact words she used. Regardless, it was very clear that she is a natural. I know she said something to the effect of, “as you listen to my words, they will feel like honey pouring through your mind.”

I believe my thoughts went something like: “Oh… that’s good. I know where she got that from. Very nice use of that…. Oh… yes, well put….. and…..”

I was out.

She brought me up a short time later. Yes. She is a natural.

Lee and I watched Seb set up a game of hypno-freeze tag between the girls, and Lee enjoyed periodically tormenting (cough) me by showing me the hashmarks.

We got to spend some time with Tes and AmHypnotic, the latter of whom was one of the first people I had met at NEEHU. AmHypnotic had also offered to hypnotize Emiliana earlier in the weekend, but when she declined, he made it very clear that he was going to respect that boundary, but that the offer was still open if she changed her mind. I mark this out because it underscored the extent to which issues of consent and respect for boundaries undergirded the entire weekend. Everyone was informed of the need for consent before doing anything. Moreover, my understanding is that there were very few, if any, incidents of even creepy behavior throughout the weekend. Emiliana mentioned AmHypnotic’s attitude specifically as contributing to her sense of feeling—and being—safe throughout the Unconference.

Towards the end of the evening, I had a chat with Sleepingirl. She enjoyed continually asking me about the hashmarks on my arm. I felt like a goldfish in a bowl. An alternately very happy and then very perplexed goldfish.

After some more partying and sober socializing, I wound my way into bed. As I drifted off to “actual” sleep, I thought that the best part of the weekend was behind me. I was very, very wrong.

NEXT TIME: Saying good-bye! More Pynch-rage! A Zoo! A Park! A perfect moment! Things I forgot to include earlier!

NEEHU5, A Personal Recap, Part 5, Saturday Night

Just How Many Settings Does the Sonic Screwdriver Have?

Warning: The Following is Moderately NSFW. All subjects involved have reviewed the portions they appeared in and have given their consent to describing the scenes listed below. Your mileage may vary, consult a Doctor if symptoms last more than 4 hours.  

Heading in to NEEHU I knew a few things about the people I was meeting: they all seemed (by their writings) to be very smart; they are all kinky (or at least pervy) people; and they all seemed witty and funny. But one thing I knew beyond all of that; nearly all of them are, like me, Doctor Who fans.

Sleepingirl had posted a story about how she had been hypnotized to accept one of her friends as the Doctor, and reacted to him as if he were the Doctor for the duration of their “scene.” (To her horror, and to mine as a reader, he took two different women as “companions” into the “TARDIS” at the end of the scene. Look, if you’re going to go through that much trouble, for heaven’s sake, have the Doctor take the drooling girl.)

I also knew that Ms. Mesmer was a huge Doctor Who fan, and had, at one point, mentioned being hypnotized by someone’s sonic screwdriver. For those who don’t know, a sonic screwdriver is a prop used on the show that is about 8 inches long (mind out the gutter, please) and silver and has various functions and settings. Usually it’s used to open doors or set off explosions from a distance or whatever the writers need it to do. It often has a light shining when it’s turned on, and makes some kind of whirring or buzzing noise upon activation.

Moreover, for reasons not important here, I had occasion to piece together a “War Doctor” outfit. (The War Doctor is a character created for the 50^th anniversary special, and takes his place in between the “8^th” and “9^th” Doctors. In the special, he’s played by John Hurt and he is awesome.) I had mentioned this in passing in the Hypbook chat room, and various people, including Mephki, insisted that I bring the outfit. So I did.

All of this inspired me to concoct a Doctor Who-related hypno-scenario, and hoped to get either (or both) Sleepingirl or Ms. Mesmer involved. In an episode called “The Doctor’s Wife” a Time Lord called “The Corsair” is mentioned. It’s established that the Corsair changes genders and is implied to be something of a hedonist. I had an idea that would have the Corsair “taking over” a human body for the evening. I thought it would be fascinating to see how a Doctor Who fan would react to “being” a Time Lord for a while. Beyond that general concept, I didn’t really have an idea how the scene would go; but the question was too cool to pass up, I mean, how would a hedonistic Time Lord react to taking over a human body in a BDSM club, anyway?

I mentioned it to Marc Cabot the previous day as something I’d love to do with Ms. Mesmer. He, very generously, thought it was a fantastic idea, and said he’d spend some time with Ms. Mesmer to get the proper triggers in place beforehand. We agreed that Saturday evening would be the time to do it. I had a sense, both from her writings and from seeing her around the weekend, that Sleepingirl would be fairly easy to get in the proper frame of mind. I mentioned in broad outline the idea I had, and she was agreeable, but the trick would be to catch her in and among the various shenanigans she was up to.

And so my Saturday night plan was slowly being pieced together, but before that, I was taking a well-deserved (and much needed) nap.

I was woken from my evening nap by a call from LeeAllure. She and a bunch of people, including ZanyMo, MrDream and GleefulAbandon, were headed off to a late dinner, which she said, should be “quick.” I needed to eat, and with promises of “quickness” dancing in my head, drove off through the rain to meet them in downtown Hartford. The company was nice and the food was exquisite. I found myself next to ZanyMo and across from Lee. I should mention that one of the mp3s Lee released involved a “dual induction” that she recorded with ZanyMo. We ordered a delicious bisque, which I had a taste of, and which Mo and Lee then used as the basis for a spontaneous induction. Essentially, each taste would send me deeper, and each taste was better than the previous one. I cannot describe to you my elation at finding myself living out that mp3, live, as two gorgeous women with delicious voices sent me into a mind-bending trance. So I won’t. I will say that I may have finished the bisque for them.

As brilliant as the food and company was, the service left a fair amount to be desired, and we didn’t get back to the Society until well after 10 o’clock. I was somewhat anxious about getting to my prospective play partners in time to actually play. [I understand I missed an amazing “Weeping Angel” scene led by SweetGasp. Hopefully there’ll be other chances to see that in action.]

I walked into the Society dressed as the War Doctor. Fortunately the outfit has enough leather and steam punk attributes that I didn’t feel incredibly out of place. I ran into Mephki first. She pounced on me walking from room to room, and noted that she’d be up for hanging out, but had promised to play with someone else that evening. She did say that she wasn’t sure how the sonic screwdriver would be useful.

“Well, it does have a hypnosis setting.” I replied. And I flicked it on so it made a whirring noise and shone its red light right into Mephki’s eyes, which focused immediately. I brought it down in front of her face, telling her it was actually very effective on human brains. And then, “3, 2, 1, sleep.” Her eyes rolled down and her eyelids slammed shut. She fell into trance standing up. I held her upright, and whispered in her ear that she would awaken in a few moments feeling refreshed and ready to have a fantastic time, both tonight and for the entire weekend. And I woke her up so she wouldn’t be late for her scene.

I shortly thereafter found Marc, who said that Ms. Mesmer was ready and would see me as the War Doctor. I could do my spiel, and when the time was right for the Time Lord take over, I would say “Corsair, I need your help!” and she would transition into her Time Lord persona. He had prepped her well.

I saw Ms. Mesmer kind of hiding in the corner. She looked at me incredibly shyly. It was as if she couldn’t believe I was there in front of her. It was quite the confidence boost.

“Oh, hullo.” I said in a vaguely British accent. It was an accent I was to hold on to in very nearly the way Dick van Dyke held on to his accent in Mary Poppins.

“H-hi.”

“I was wondering if you could help me. I’m… I guess you could call me the Doctor.”

“I know who you are.”

“Do you? Oh. Yes. This is the universe where my adventures are some kind of fiction for television. Ah. Well. The Time War has caused things to get all tangled up. Any way, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“Sure!” And she beamed the widest smile here.

“What’s your name?”

“[Mary].” (Not her real name, but, you know).

“Hello Mary. Nice to meet you. You see, I have a Time Lord friend who wants to know what it’s like to be a human being for the evening. The friend’s name is the Corsair. And he’s looking for a suitable host. And…” here I took out my sonic and waved it over her, “it looks like you have the specifications that just might work. It means that she/he’d be in control. You could stop the Corsair from doing anything you didn’t want, but otherwise you’d take a backseat and let the Corsair have the running of things. It’s a bit of an imposition, I know, but I need a favor from him.”

“No. That would be fine. I’d… I’d be ok with this. If it’ll help.”

“Thank you very much, I’m much obliged. Here, have a seat in this chair. Now this will work a little bit like hypnosis. I’ll put the right setting in.” (Here I fidgeted with the sonic.) “There, and then I’ll do a little countdown. Just stare right at it and let the sound invade your mind. And feel your mind go, 10, a little more, 9, take some nice deep breaths, 8, feel more of your own mind slipping away, 7, and leaving room for something else, 6, nice and relaxed, 5, nice and calm, 4, listening just to me, 3, and going deeper now, 2, and very soon, 1. Corsair, I need your help!” She had slipped into a nice little trance, her eyes shut, and her head fell forward on her chest.

When I said the trigger words, I let the sonic buzzing fade out a little.

“Corsair?”

She looked slightly bewildered for a moment, and then it was as if something took her over. She seemed suddenly more measured and deliberate in her gait. It was an amazing thing to witness. I took her on a tour of the Society, as she examined everything with a detached air, noting how “intriguing” everything was. Ultimately, I racked my brains to remember from her blog what were the things that she enjoyed doing. I asked her if she would like to see what it was like to be tied down, as a human, and experience some of the things we had seen. She agreed.

We went into the secondary play room, and I sat her in a chair by the wall, but away from some of the other people who were also playing in the room.

I went and asked Marc for some rope. He, lovely fellow that he is, was also in character.

“Why hello there, ‘Doctor,’ I think I have just what you need.” And he pulled out a length of rope about 18 inches long. “It’s special chrono-temporal rope, adapted from Time Lord technology. Once it’s bound together it’s impossible to break apart without the proper sonic adjustment. And I’ll loan it to you for… just a small favor.”

“Oh yes? Oh…Yes. I should have recognized you. I know you of old, don’t I?”

Marc smiled. “Why yes, yes you do. But it’s just a small favor, Doctor, the likes of which even you won’t mind.”

I sighed, “Oh, very well, a favor for a favor” and then, somewhat impatiently reaching for the rope, “Thank you.”

I brought the rope to Ms. Mesmer and explained its properties. I went behind her and tied her hands together. “This is just for safety purposes. Both yours, and, um, mine. It’s amazing, isn’t it? As a Time Lord, you could just break the string’s bonds and stand up. But as a human, you can’t. Moreover, you can feel time passing by in ways Time Lords don’t. Second by second. Can’t you?”

She nodded as she struggled against her bond. “Y-yes.”

I then clarified with her. “Now you’re not the biggest fan of pain, right?”

She replied, “It’s not too bad…..Just not too much of it.”

“All right, let’s see what your body is capable of. Did you know, for example, that humans have this thing called ‘tickling’? You can ‘tickle’ them and they’ll laugh uncontrollably. Now where is it? Oh yes. The sonic screwdriver has a tickle setting of 1 to 10. So let’s start you off at 1 and see what sort of reaction we get. Is that ok?”

As the Corsair, she nodded yes.

“All right, let’s try a tickle of 1 at your… feet.”

And I pointed the sonic at her feet. She reacted as if I were lightly tickling her feet with a feather. Giggling, but not moving too much.

“Fascinating. Let’s try a tickle setting of 2 at your knees.”

She laughed a bit harder now, and half-heartedly tried to get her knees out of the way.

“Interesting. Let’s try a tickle setting of 5 at your…. Belly.” At this, she started laughing really hard, and squirming. “Fascinating.” For a good five minutes or so, I explored every part of her body at different tickle settings (including getting explicit consent to aim at her breasts and more private areas). The biggest explosion was when I aimed it right at her head and experimented with different settings. I’d be interested to know what it felt like to have someone tickling her brain.

“Now then, let’s see what it’s like to do a different setting. Beyond a ‘tickle’ setting, I also have a ‘pain’ setting and a ‘pleasure’ setting. I understand that both can vary, and I’ll make sure not to above a ‘5’ on the pain threshold. Is that ok?”

She was catching her breath, but she agreed to this. So now I had fun switching back and forth from pain to pleasure and pointing it at various parts of her body. For a while there, I must admit I felt like a bit of a conductor. I could point the screwdriver, like a magic wand, at some part of her body, say the feeling and the intensity and Ms. Mesmer’s body would react beautifully.

Her head. “Pleasure, 8.”

Her stomach: “Pain, 3.”

Her stomach: “Pleasure, 5.”

Her knee: “Tickle, 9.”

Her feet: “Pleasure, 6.”

Her chest: “Pain, 2.”

Her brain: “Tickle 10.”

I had her squirming quite beautifully in her seat.

“You know, I’ve heard humans positively gush about their ability to orgasm. And there is an ‘orgasm’ setting on here. Apparently it sets you on the path to orgasm, it’s more intense and… sexual than the ‘pleasure’ setting, but it doesn’t get you to a climax until you hit ’10.’ Shall we try?”

Poor Ms. Mesmer was rather gasping at this point. But she found her voice, which was still relatively calm and self-assured, “Yes. Absolutely.”

“All right, then.”

And I pointed the wand—I mean the sonic—at her chest. “Orgasm 1.”

Her moan was positively delightful. There is a feeling people experience in the BDSM community called “subspace.” It can be brought about through pain or through service, or any number of ways, really. I believe I had a little bit of that when I was focused on Lee earlier that day. Less discussed, but by no means unheard of, is “topspace.” I believe I was starting to feel that at this point. There is a gratifying sense of power when you have someone being responsive to the slightest twitch of your hand.

“Orgasm 3,” and pointed at her head. Her moans grew a little louder.

“Let’s see how the body reacts when we alternate these things, shall we? Tickle 7.” And her moans turned into laughter.

“Pain 2,” and her laughter turned into a slight groan of discomfort.

“Pleasure 7” and she was sighing and moaning again.

“Let’s see what happens when we put you on the path to an orgasm, here; Orgasm 4” and I pointed it at her knee. She moaned with a somewhat incredulous look on her face. I alternated the various settings, as if I were more mad professor than Doctor. Somehow, I maintained the ersatz British accent throughout.

I brought her closer to the “Orgasm 10” setting, continually flitting through the other settings as well. I think I even invented an “8 ½” to prolong it.

And then I stopped and had another evil idea. “You know what? I am such an idiot. You’re a Time Lord! The ten orgasm settings are for humans, who are much more finicky than Time Lords. Time Lords can handle much higher settings than 10. I was wondering why this went to 100. So, this will get you prepped more and more until you reach 100. Are you ready, Corsair?”

Ms. Mesmer was shaking a little bit at this point. For a second a look of utter frustration passed over her face, and then her Corsair self took hold again.

“This is all very intriguing. Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”

And I started with “Orgasm 11” and slowly worked my way up through the 20s, 30s, and so forth. I didn’t go number by number; that would be cruel. But I did ratchet it back a couple of times, going from 67 down to 51, and occasionally flicking over to the pain/pleasure/tickle settings. Somewhere in the 70s I told her “Listen carefully. When you reach 100, when you have that massive ‘Time Lord Orgasm,’ the orgasm will be so powerful that it’s going to push the Corsair out, and bring Mary back in. For just a few seconds, Mary is going to feel the Time Lord orgasm, before calming down and returning to ‘normal.’”

Ms. Mesmer looked positively delightful and delectable as she squirmed, her arms still bound behind her. Her face had gotten flushed and her long hair drifted over her eyes. She was breathing heavily and insistently. To a person walking by, all that would be seen is a pretty girl sitting in a chair, as someone in a brown leather jacket and a weird vest and bandolier get up kept pointing a large buzzing flashing pen at her. The woman would have appeared to be moaning in some combination of ecstasy and impatience. The man was using the weird device almost like a magic wand, pointing at various parts of her body, and counting upwards, heading inexorably, though falteringly, towards 100.

I counted up, slowing down, relishing keeping her on the edge. 94…95….96…97… 98…98 ½…. 99.

She was practically vibrating in time with the sonic screwdriver.

I said the magic number. “100” and she hurtled over the edge, collapsing in a heap, bent over in the chair, her arms still behind her.

I “loosed” the bonds with the sonic, and made sure she was ok. “Mary… Mary? You there?”

She smiled brightly, though her face was more than a little flushed. “Yes. That was….” And she hid her face behind her hands.

Now, did she orgasm? Was she really feeling the tickles, the pleasure, the pain? I can’t tell you; only she can (and hopefully she will on her own blog). But I can tell you she reacted just as if she were experiencing all those things.

I sat with her for a bit, making sure that she was ok, doing my part for aftercare.

After a while, I brought her back over to Marc.

I must mention that there were a number of hot scenes going on all around me involving various people I’ve already mentioned in this blog. While I wouldn’t have traded in this scene for the world, the voyeuristic part of me was frustrated only getting bits and pieces of what was going on around me.

We ran into CCKitten, who had, I believe, caught the tail end of my scene with Ms. Mesmer. She was eager to try something with Marc and me.

“Well, CC. What is it you like? Do you like pain, or pleasure, or tickling?”

She shyly looked down. “Pain, actually.”

I glanced at Marc, who was standing there with his own screwdriver. His was the Master’s laser screwdriver. He made some comment about his being superior to mine, as you do, and I defended mine’s honor. I said to CC. “Well, how about this. Let’s set this up. I’ll set this for a pain setting of, oh, let’s say 8 out of 10, and this gentleman over here,” and I indicated Marc, “can set his cheap imitation screwdriver at a comparable pleasure setting of 8, and I’ll start at your head, and he’ll start at your feet. And we’ll see what happens.”

“Well, you know, Doctor,” Marc said, “when the waves from each of these meets in her middle, they form a resonance wave that will ultimately crescendo into an orgasm, right about here,” indicating her midsection.

“Well, of course I know that. Let’s see what this lady can handle.”

And we began. We noted that the orgasm would hit on the count of 10, and I’m not ashamed to say that as we hit 7 my sonic “gave out” (darn thing) and that we had to start over. And that as we hit 8, Marc’s laser screwdriver had a feedback issue, which meant we had to start over again. Or that, on the third go around, we encountered an unexpected time dilation effect, which meant that the count from 7 to 8 took about a solid minute in real terms, but described to her as taking a full hour. When we finally reached 10, CC exploded in what appeared to be a rather enviable spasm of ecstasy.

Sleepingirl (“SG”) herself finally showed herself, but she was a little exhausted, and was getting ready to leave. We made tentative plans to find some time to Who-play the following day, and I went to talk to Marc and Ms. Mesmer. About three minutes later, SG came back and said, “OK. I really want to, but we have to make it quick.”

So I obliged. I used the screwdriver as a hypnotic focus, and told her she would see me as the War Doctor and that how I described the screwdriver would be real to her. I woke her up and told her that I needed some help with some unfortunate experiments on the limits of the human body. I asked her what she liked, pleasure, pain, or tickling? She answered, shyly, that she liked pain these days. I said something to the effect that humans always surprised me. I explained to her about the “pain” and “pleasure” settings and that the pain setting of 5 was like a slap across the face. She sat in a chair about five feet away from me, and I proceeded to alternate between “pleasure settings” and the slaps. I felt an odd rush as I stood, five feet away, flicking my sonic screwdriver like a wand, and having SG react to each flick as if she had been struck. Moreover, each “slap” seemed to turn her on more and more. The rather glorious pained-yet-turned-on expression on her face is something I won’t soon forget.

I didn’t have permission to go beyond that from either her or her dom, so we played along these lines for just about 5 minutes. When she said she really had to go, I walked over to her, thanking her for her cooperation. I told her that the Time War was no place for a companion, but that she had what it takes to be one, and I wish I could invite her with me. I sent her back down into trance, removed the suggestions, and told her she’d have a very restful sleep that night, and wake refreshed and rejuvenated.

I bid her and CC good night, and walked over to Marc where he was describing to someone the scene we had done with CC. The person was saddened that they missed it, so Marc volunteered Ms. Mesmer to reenact the scene. We did everything the same, including the screwdriver malfunctions, the time dilation, and the fantastic orgasmic climax. I have a feeling Ms. Mesmer slept well that evening.

By this point we were about to shut the place down. I went back to the hotel and flung my sorry self to bed. It had been a fantastic evening, and, as tired as I was, it took forever to fall asleep. I had been dual hypnotized over dinner, and somehow managed to squeeze in four (4!) hot, hypnosis-related, Doctor Who-related scenes in one evening. This weekend, which had started off exceeding my expectations, had entirely been amazing beyond the wildest dreams I could imagine. And there was still one day to go.

Next- Low energy day! Playing cards with hypnotists, and winning(?)! Watch that dial! Trancy take down! Arm wrestling! Bunny tag! Smugness! Saying good-byes!