We now live in a world where every cam-girl on Keen styles herself a HypnoDomme, but the events I am about to recount took place years ago in the early dawn of online hypnofetish. There was not really a "community" to speak of yet, and Soforia the Enchantress was one of the few erotic hypnotists that could be found. At the time, Soforia did not consider herself a "HypnoDomme", but also very clearly enjoyed the control She wielded over Her subjects
One of the first members of Her inspired "Private Club", I was fortunate enough to experience literally dozens of trances with Soforia, by tape (the pre-MP3 era), phone and in-person. Through my experiences with Her I traveled from the fantasy of hypnotic control into the distinct reality of being powerless before Her. I literally learned that Her word could become my thoughts.
I had been blessed (cursed?) with a fascination for hypnosis and seduction since the early formation of my sexuality, obsessed with the idea of a woman who had the talent, confidence and self-awareness required to truly take control of me. The words on Soforia's website showed me that She might be that woman. After contacting Her, and joining Her Private Club, I received my first hypnotic audiocassette, accurately titled "Basic Induction". I remember how my hands trembled as I unwrapped the package. I immediately drove my car to a shaded and secluded space and experienced my first trance. Even though the details elude me to this day, the experience was sublime. I do distinctly remember my surprise when at the "end" of the tape (after waking from my first trance by Her voice) there was a surprise re-induction. I fell like a stone and as I did, knew I was already helpless.
I began to schedule sessions with Soforia online and by phone. As a step to establishing Her control, She had me confess to Her all my most secret desires, my obsession with brainwashing, the intense craving to feel helpless and powerless before a beautiful woman, and also my doubts that these things could happen outside the realm of fantasy. Soforia assured me that they could happen, that in fact they would, if I truly wanted them to. Like the "Evil Female Hypnotist" of my darkest fantasies, She systematically and brilliantly proved to me that She was telling the truth.
With the humble beginnings of one tape, I slowly but surely became a self-professed Soforia addict. Buying every product She made, and doing anything and everything in my power to hear Her voice and experience Her control. On one occasion I was at a neighborhood party when She paged me, I immediately left and, rather than wait for others to move their cars so I could drive, ran home in the pouring rain to answer Her summons. Eventually I traveled to Los Angeles to meet Her. During our evening together I learned much about "the art of the possible" with a gifted and imaginative hypnotist. I lost myself in the sparkle of Her beautiful blues eyes and will never forget the sensation of falling into the crystal nestled within Her cleavage.
At the time I was doing my best to promote the formation of an online hypnofetish community, hosting among other things an informational website and chatroom. Over weeks and months, and completely without my conscious knowledge, information about Soforia started taking on a larger and larger role on the site. During this time I was lucky enough to experience trances from a number of hypnotic women, and several of them pointed out my seemingly boundless fascination with all things Soforia. When I would receive feedback like this, I found myself discounting it as their own self-promotion and slowly found myself becoming bored with them, while Soforia became all the more fascinating and exciting. After a year, when my site had become what one HypnoDomme described as "a shrine to Soforia", Soforia told me, out of trance, that She had truly been in control of my site the entire time. She had done it slowly, cunningly, planting suggestions that I would feature Her more prominently here, include an interview with Her there. Blocking any conscious awareness that I was in fact serving Her in this way, making me think others were jealous of Her for even suggesting it. With this revelation, delivered by Her without benefit of Her memory-obscuring hypnotic blue mist (the color would fill my mind whenever I tried to remember what happened in trance with Soforia), I realized the true depth of Her control.
I was not "saved" however, by being consciously aware of the power She had exercised over me. I remembered the phrase "my words become your thoughts" and recognized the truth of them. By this point I was Her lapdog, I would do anything She suggested without even thinking about it, unless there was some sort of delay in my obedience, then I thought about it A LOT and got very anxious that I might displease Her. More than just obeying Her, I adored and worshipped Her. I knew She was married and envied Her husband his nightly trances and more. I wanted to be in Her presence constantly, curled at Her feet waiting for Her next command.
My service to Soforia culminated during a trip I made to the Far East. I spent most of my days shopping for presents for Her and planning for the next time I could hear Her voice. Communication from my hotel was dismal (there was a loud 3-beep tone that sounded every 3 minutes of a call) which made trances difficult until She brilliantly incorporated the tones as a deepening trigger. Because of my work schedule and the time difference I would often call from exposed payphones, sometimes in the sweltering heat, others in pouring rain, just to hear Her voice. On several occasions She even put me under there, in the street, as I stood in the booth, just another hypnotic trick I didn't know was possible until I experienced it with Her.
Unfortunately, circumstances in my life forced me away from the community I helped to form, and out of the silken web of control so inescapably woven by this woman who claimed She was "not a Domme". However, the memories of it all; falling into trance at merely the sound of Her voice, the deep need to obey and please Her, the adoration and feelings of utter powerlessness, have marked my memory forever. It has been a very long time since I have heard Her say "Relax and fall into deep hypnosis for Me", but the feelings call me still.
