Review Number Two of "A Tango in Subspace" from HypnoticDreams.com
Erotic Hypnotic Audio Story Deeply Uncomfortable
I tried erotic hypnosis a few years ago in the hopes of climaxing afterward whenever someone touched my elbow and said “Come.” That was the absolutely intended result but alas, it did not work, perhaps because I have trouble meditating and “turning off my brain.” Still, I listened to “A Tango in Subspace,” the newest release from Hypnotic Dreams (www.hypnoticdreams.com), full of hope and with an open mind, seeking a new experience.
Prior to listening to the downloadable mp3, I did not listen to the site’s offered Trance Conditioner, which promises “to enhance any hypnotic program; to achieve deeper trances, more vivid guided visualizations, and more complete responses to hypnotic suggestions.” This meant that I again had trouble relaxing and caving into hypnosis. However, I’m not sure if this was an entirely terrible thing, as I found the audio story uncomfortable and almost disturbing—while conscious. The following is a cautionary tale of why it’s important to listen to any meditation or hypnosis recording before actually attempting to meditate or be hypnotized.
The audio story opens up with the hypnotist (or “The Dream Master,” as he’s referred to on the site’s contact page) speaking of how women feel the need to be equal “in all aspects of their relationships” and that these women need to learn how to be more submissive so they can be honest about their “true needs.” This is already something that I disagree with, so it’s difficult for me to not feel like a creepy Casanova at the bar is trying to lure me into bed by telling me that I’m standing in the way of my sexual happiness. (“You already know what is right for you—you just don’t know that you know,” insists The Dream Master.)
The premise of the story is “me” unbuttoning my “blouse” and sliding down my “slacks” before getting in a tank of water in the buff. I’m then meant to go deep in my collective subconscious, where ghosts of men and women are engaged in explicit foreplay—“the sexual desires of everyone in the world.” Then The Dream Master is beside me and takes my hand as we view a few couples dancing, and a man and woman on opposite ends of the dance floor come together in, to be sure, a tango in subspace. The man leads, the woman follows, he’s dominant, she submits, fulfilling “the need for human intimacy” in “perfect harmony.”
The Dream Master urges me to see myself in the woman’s place, my “body moving under the man’s guided hand.” I’m to gaze into this man’s eyes and “see his strength and reassuring confidence.” According to the story, I get so wrapped up in this tango that I brazenly toss a leg around his waist and slide it downward—I’m now a “hot, sensual woman beautifully charged with erotic passion” because “submission will enable you to grow as a woman.” It’s all I can do to shake my head.
I’m to “surrender completely to this man’s control” by trusting him to blindfold me—“Let go of thoughts and words—just feel.” Then, without warning, “this man” becomes The Dream Master himself. Now everything is, “You again feel my hands caressing your thighs, guiding your legs to open to me. The cool air kisses your pussy lips…” And no, it is not erotic at all—it feels like a violation. Why is it necessary for The Dream Master to insert himself into this hypnotic story, why is it necessary for him to fuck me in my subconscious? And he goes down on me and attempts to convince me that he’s giving me pleasure, that I want this—“You grab my head and bring my lips back to yours, kissing me with a passion that tells me how much you love the way I make you feel.”
After an undeserved blowjob, I’m to feel his “hot, hard cock” between my legs and The Dream Master “slides easily inside”—“It feels so good. This is what you’ve always wanted.” Of course it is. It’s an act that’s bizarre and unwanted, and it’s not entirely clear who’s supposed to get enjoyment out of this: the women listening or The Dream Master, who’s literally mind-fucking everyone and possibly living out some fantasy of his own. I feel like I’m trapped in a man’s ego-serving letter to Penthouse Forum. Then I hear, “And suddenly you realize you want to feel me come inside of you.” Okay—I’m done.
I’m actually glad that I wasn’t hypnotized, and I have sympathy for those who were. Maybe I am one of the women The Dream Master speaks of—these women striving for equality who don’t understand that “a woman’s body is designed to open to a man’s desire,” but if this is the flip side, I’m okay with that.
"A Tango in Subspace," available at Hypnotic Dreams, $25, 23 minutes.
Read "A Tango in Subspace - Take One" here.
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Originally published August 2009