My History

This is me, who I am, I am brutally honest. This isn’t a “character” I’m portraying to get calls; this is my life, as I know it. Take the good with the bad.

I was born just outside Kansas City, Kansas on December 11th, 1965 to a farmer and his wife. I was an only child and the apple of my parent’s eye. To them, I could do no wrong. Virginal, Angelic, everything anyone could want in a young daughter. I did well in school, never got into any trouble, and did everything that I could to please the parents that loved me so well.

Tragically, my parents were both killed in an automobile accident shortly after my sixteenth birthday. I stayed with my nearest aunt for several months, but shortly got restless and went out on my own. I dropped out of high school, doing odd jobs like being a waitress or helping the neighbors with the gardening to afford a very small, converted chicken shack.

When I turned 19, I went to the state fair with some girlfriends of mine. We did all the rides, flirted with boys for them to win us prizes, and went to a new show. It was something I didn’t even know about that time… hypnosis. A stage hypnosis show, you know the kind. A handsome gentleman, dressed in dark colors wearing dark sunglasses at night, snaps his fingers and the volunteers he has pulled on stage all go into a sleep. My friends and I were in awe, watching him do the now routine act you see at every stage show in America now days. Men started barking like dogs, women started clucking and laying eggs. It was hysterical, yet… so powerful, so exciting, and so sexual.

I wanted to meet him. I needed to meet the man that held that control over every man and woman on his stage. I wanted to know him, so I told my friends to go home without me and snuck to the entertainer’s gate. I waited for what seemed like hours, and when he came out, and almost ran into me… I almost fainted. I looked into his crystal blue eyes and went week, the more I tried to speak to him, the fainter I became. At one point, I was certain, that he could sense just how wet my panties were, just by staring into my timid and frightened face.

His name, real name, was Albert, his stage name was something I have sense forgot. That night, Albert and his new-fangled “hypnosis” became my new passion. He offered to give me a ride home, but I never made it home that night. We ended up driving around town till we ended up on some back road, under a star lit sky, and he … hypnotized me. I remember it like it was yesterday. The fear I had, not from him, but of my innocence and unknowingness of man. He laid me down in the back of the car, and while looking over the front seat, in soft, sensual tones… he took me deep into my on psyche, deep into my own soul. The feeling was so heavy, yet freeing at the same time.

Each one of his words, melting away another fear, another tether to this reality till I felt as if I would sale right off the planet and out of my mind. But I didn’t, I stayed in that car and I let him unlock so many doors in my mind. I let him unlock what I kept hidden, my sexuality, and if you will, my bad girl side.

When he snapped his fingers and brought me back to the back seat of his Buick, I was a new woman. I felt as if I had been reborn. I let go of all the things that tied me down, the grief of losing my parents, the fear of failure and I became the woman I am today, in so many ways.

By dawns light, I laid naked in his arms, wanting to saver every bit of his body and devour all the hypnosis I could from his brain.

When the state fair was over, I packed my bags and went on the road with him. First, studying him from behind the curtains of make shift stages or in the audience on bales of hay or rusty bleachers. My eyes wide, trying to soak up all the information I could, his movements, his words, and his tones.

Every night, while I lay under him, my mind would race between pleasure and curiosity, sometimes blurting out questions at the most inopportune times. He would indulge me with breathy answers in between forceful thrusts.

Sometimes, hypnosis would be our foreplay, he would take me under, relax me, teach me before making love to me. First, just regular hypnosis, but little by little moving closer and closer to what we call today, erotic hypnosis. He started using my mind against me, to open me up to new sexual perversions, me eager to go under to please him and myself.

Within a year, I was not only his lover and test subject, but also his assistant and partner on stage. We were together for six years, married the last four years, and by the time our marriage was over, I had not only taken control of the stage, but of the bedroom as well. I would take him under, use his mind against him for my pleasure and only my pleasure. My perversions became our perversions.

He may have awoke my sexual, molded my sexual development, but I quickly found that my role, was literally and figuratively, on top. He did my bidding, bringing me men and women to play with. At the age of 25 I owned every ounce of his being. Little by little, I bore down on him, till he didn’t know where he ended and I began. He was, and still is a very masculine male, but in the end, my favorite form of sex play was to feminize him in every way possible.

Like I said, we divorced, but to this day, we are still very, very close. He applauds me and I think even takes pride in what he helped create.

I was bored with stage hypnosis, shortly after I began to top Albert; I started to despise the whole idea of stage hypnosis. I knew what I enjoyed. I wanted more of the sexual hypnosis, but I had to make a living. So, I decided peddle my wares to the lonely hearts with hidden fetishes and perversions. I placed ads in whatever city I decided to call home that month and soon had a devoted following.

I would stay only so long that the people and places wouldn’t get boring then move on and start all over again. I have had probably thousands of customers over the years. My customers in the cities I left would beg and plead for me to stay… so I devised a way for me to keep me entertained with new cities as well as keep my former clients. I learned to hypnotize over the phone. I found Niteflirt a short time ago, and the rest, as they say, is history.

My Character

What I like and dislike changes with my mood, quite literally. Sometimes I love feminizing men, and other times I love transformation. Financial never gets old, but lets face it, a woman always likes to be spoiled. There is pretty much nothing I won’t do, just be wise, you can always tell when I’m really into something, because the only words you can put to your lips are, “That was intense”.

I am a very dominant woman, if you are looking to top from the bottom; it’s pretty much not going to fly with me. I will let you tell me what you like, what you want from a call, but if you try to control every aspect of my session, then neither you, nor I will have any fun. If you send me a letter mapping out in chronological order, what you want to happen, then I has no room to explore, and I will more than likely not take your call. Hypnosis is about losing control.

This goes for those who want to skip the induction with their own self hypnosis, I can take you to the level of hypnosis I want, not where you want to take yourself. Enjoy the journey, not just the destination. (Mind you, I will ask for your input in detail; meaning definition, not instruction.)

I like all things to do with hypnosis, erotic hypnosis and mind control, that includes books, pendulums, pocket watches, etc. I try to learn and absorb as much as possible from the world around me, heart-shaped locket may look innocent to you, but for me, it’s a key to open someone’s inner mind.

My History

My Character

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