The tone involved is not really important, but consistency and an awareness of the intention that one wants to convey are. In my case I used a thick and raspy tone of voice in the crucial parts so that her new "interpretations" trained in trance would have an effect.
The trance that Alexa had in these instances was not a usual one. It was more like a background process running in her mind, attentive to everything I said and ready to understand and interpret any embedded meaning.
"Obey", "Wonderful", "Wet", "Take advantage", "Comforting dream", "Sleep". All these words took on a meaning and unique physical reaction in my perfect slave.
When pronouncing "Wonderful" she would feel an injection of the sweetest drug affecting her body and mind.
When "Take advantage" was accentuated in a strange way, she would see it as something to act on, something wonderful that she should do and which was her own idea. A fantasy to be fulfilled.
"Comforting dream" was the same as indicating that what is spoken is a pleasant fantasy, so that she will keep it in her mind as a fond reminiscence until such time as it can be made manifest. "Sleep" in this context was a parameter of rest; that order, that dream, should be returned to in the near future.
Although there were no strict rules on sentence construction with these phrases, she would not have random thoughts from just anything I said. Like in cryptography, if what fell out of her mental decryption of my meaning was not legible, it would not be acted on. Just as I noted with Clara and her "Clovis Mode", this method has its cons.
And although I have continued to use it to this day, it has always been less intense than with Alexa. Her almost absolute submission took my curiosity to dangerous places, heedless of the potential for bad luck.
A cold, an injury that affects the voice, or worse, a lack of temperance to manage my emotions and transmit the intention with my voice, can all lead to unexpected and terribly inconvenient results.
Still, the mind is a powerful tool and invites exploration.
Applying this technique of teaching with the perfect slave, I brought her hypnotic susceptibility down to more normal levels over time. It would not be convenient for some newbie in mind control to realize the peculiar condition of Alexa.
Thanks to my additional work, she would enjoy extra protection against 60% of amateur hypnotists, and I could enjoy a slave who was well-trained and delightfully intuitive at how best to serve my desires.
Despite never having had the opportunity to compare my skills to those of other hypnotists, I've nevertheless tried just about everything and have a good understanding of what works with different types of people. At that time I applied directional instruction to Alexa, who without knowing it was learning how to be a better slave.
Currently my most successful experiment is Little Doll. Rocío, as a person, hates me with the blazing fire of a thousand adolescent suns. Over time, the likelihood of her acquiescing to any of my requests went from negligible to nil. On the flipside, her alter ego's resistance to said requests is also nil.
Zero as zero can be, in fact. The existence of Little Doll in Rocío's unconscious frees her from the pressure to obey, as everything she does when in that state does not matter. Like her name implies, she is simply my little doll to play with as I wish.
Some part of her being senses that I control her absolutely. But for Rocío, every act that she commits and yet does not believe that she can commit, well, she did not commit it. It works via the cognitive bias of fundamental attribution error. She may want to suck my cock in front of her sister, but believes that she would never do so.
This belief would have, as a consequence, that even with my cock in her mouth and my milk sliding down her throat, she would not change that belief. Instead, her mind would adapt the situation, thinking that it is another girl who sucks me off.
There is a gap between Little Doll and Rocío, which I take advantage of to implement a variety of quick suggestions. It is akin to building a little town in a tunnel that connects two metropolises.
Rocío is on my mind right now, because she happens to be between my legs. Laura left some documents in my apartment, but had other commitments and thus begged her sister for a huge favor. So here we are, writing and giving this young rebel some cause.
"Alexa, concentrate on my voice. I will arrive soon, to perform a magic show. I will be wearing a red mask. I will count from one to three, when I reach three you will wake up forgetting that we had this conversation.
Recalling very, very deeply today's lesson though. One, submissive and obedient, two, do not forget your duty, three, wake up and forget."
"Mmm ... Doctor ... Could you repeat that? Pardon me, but I do not know where my mind wandered off to."
"It's alright, Alexa, it is healthy for your mind to wander occasionally. Getting lost in conversation is not serious; you've noticed and that's what matters. You were saying you had gone to visit your grandmother, how did it go?"
"Uh, well, my grandmother..."
* * *
One of my most frequent weekend activities is to dress up in a suit and one of five masks. That day I grabbed a dark 2 piece and a full, red mask with large, opaque, circular lenses, giving me a somewhat extravagant look.
I put another rough, green mask that had come out with the red one back on the pile, and wrapped the whole thing in cloth for safekeeping until next weekend. Each one was in a different style.
The few times I examined my collection in detail, I found it difficult to remember when I had acquired them and in what order.
Being uninterested in walking across town dressed as I was, I rented a car on that occasion. I approached the bar half an hour after their appointed meeting time, and was still ten minutes early when they arrived forty minutes late.
The first to show was a girl with shoulder-length hair dyed dark red, wearing a decorative vest that must have been out of the kids' section for how small it was on her, and some cloth shoes. Alexa arrived ten minutes later. The last girl followed shortly thereafter.
I took advantage of the delay to perform some tricks for other customers of the bar, to gain the trust of the locals as it were. I made eye contact with Alexa in the distance, she stopped for a moment with a vacant look, I saw her jaw loosen, until her friend caught her attention, waking her up. Alexa smiled at her and whispered something funny, in apology for her mental lag.
The tricks performed at each table were simple. I introduced myself with a set of coins (silver, copper and Chinese style). Then a card game, and ended with a hypnotic street 'session'. I would 'guess' some color (actually I forced the confirmation of my probably incorrect guess with the person in a light trance), or generate temporary amnesia, or have a pretty blonde eating the lemon of her cocktail like it was candy.
Those who accepted, ultimately gave me $ 5 to $ 7, and I provided them a fun time. The three girls had gathered and were already engaged in energetic conversation. It was time to make my approach and provide them with some fun they would find very pleasant indeed.
"Good evening, ladies. Do any of you believe in magic?"
They looked at each other to reach consensus. The last to arrive shook her long wavy hair, and replied dismissively:
"Magic is for gullible children. If we were 12 years old, I suppose it might be exciting. Thanks but no thanks."
"You're right this is not magic, but merely clever tricks. And we are adults in a bar. Let me offer you a deal. Payment at the end of the show is optional, but every table where I've performed my tricks has given me a tip.
I have complete confidence in my showmanship and I see that we have three intelligent young ladies here. My act is divided into three parts, two feats of close-up magic and one of mentalism. Always the same tricks at each table and still nobody knows what happens. Do we have a deal?"
"I'm sorry, but ..." The short-haired girl interrupted her friend.
She took a swig of beer and addressed me with an intense interest:
"What kind of stakes are we talking about? Do you have something to bet?"
"I'm up $ 57 so far tonight. To sweeten the pot, I'll add thirteen dollars of my own money to make it an even $ 70." I place the money on the table.
"The person to discover my first and second trick, earns $ 25 for each one. My mentalism routine, being easier to follow, would net you $ 20. You are three girls and there are three tricks, one of you could watch while I perform the tricks on the other two. Since I am at a disadvantage, I would choose the observer. I think it a fair deal, and at worst it should prove amusing."
"I think it would be ... fun." Added Alexa, favorably. She knew how to find the covert order and act on it.
"Thanks in advance for the cash." The girl with wavy hair said.
The one with the short hair said nothing, but her hungry eyes glanced at the money on the table and smiled, probably thinking the same as her friend.
"You, with the pixie cut! Pay attention."
The trap was set, first the coin trick. I present two normal coins in one hand a third in the other for them to review and verify that nothing is amiss. They had to guess which hand held that third coin, the trick is to distract the public with one hand while the other swaps the normal coins for different ones in your pocket.
I performed the trick in such a way that it was impossible for them to discover my sleight of hand, diverting their attention and moving my hands quickly, until the end, where I made an intentional mistake, which could only be seen from where the short-haired girl was seated.
"Your pockets! There are coins in your pockets!"
I stopped, raised my hands, letting go of the unusual coins that bounced off the wood.
