Sink Whole

I am handling the release of My newly completed mp3, "Wet",  in a different way. I know that most of you will follow where I lead so unquestioningly that it makes sense for Me to view my suggestions from the subject's vantage, to anticipate how it will impact them should it be accepted without hesitation or filters. That care and precision on My part bids Me discuss this file for the listener before releasing it, as much about My intent and design as its content.

This file is not based on humiliation or degradation. I have a number of files dealing with those topics in My own unique way. This is not role-play or age-play. I am not now and will likely not ever be interested in those topics. This file is instead about a deeply challenging level of acceptance. In My own experience of being hypnotized there come moments when involuntary versus voluntary bodily functions divide My concentration, breaking an otherwise impenetrable hypnotic spell. As I always do when faced with "what-if" questions, I performed thorough experiments on My closest slave and carefully distilled the data to create something uniquely suitable to My requirements.

What I discovered in those experiments was a hygienic, safe, discrete, and easy way to mind fuck My subject's brain while slowly crushing some of the deepest bastions of self-control. I discovered ways to inspire degrees of submission and self-erosion that were simply not possible without a subject surrendering those very basic illusions of autonomy. Imagine putting on a comfy pair of disposable underpants before getting ready to relax so deeply that in all likelihood you might dribble or you may not want to have to try to stop yourself from doing anything, even wetting. What do you think it would be like for you, if the next time you prepared to go so deeply into the trance that you had taken precautions so as to not have to waste one tiny bit of concentration on not having an accident?

Wearing a diaper (or even a catheter) doesn't mean you will use it. It only means you won't have to worry about your bladder distracting you from more important things, like listening to Me. This alone could increase your ability to focus, to concentrate deeply on My words. After trying this even one time a subject could experience dramatic and noticeable improvement. They may see small improvement, and there I should remind you that Olympic gold is won in fractions of a second. Improvement is always good, and always pleases Me.

The intention of this file is to break a barrier inside you, one put there early in life to protect you. Now, with careful guidance, you can give and receive pleasure pushing those barriers or having them stroked, prodded, or pushed by a powerful, loving entity. If you want to feel humilated at any point in this experience, you have My permission. If you do not want to feel humiliation, you have My permission.

It may help to think of this as a medical procedure. I will have you exposed, vulnerable, and helpless to prevent the deep, invasive changes I will create with surgical precision. How you feel about this procedure has no bearing on whether or not it will happen. If it frightens you, it will happen. If it arouses you, it will happen. If it does neither, it will happen.

It may help to imagine this procedure happening to someone else. Imagine as I enter the procedure area. I put My beta subject into a thickly padded, form-fitting, fully adjustable diaper.  I do this for their safety. I tell them to drink the large glass of water I hand them. I do this for their well-being. I tuck them in deeply with sleep headphones and start playing "Wet". I do this to improve them.

For the next 15 minutes My voice and thoughts will infiltrate their mind until they are fully able to give themselves over to the important sensation of being touched. Touch is so important to people, and I want My subjects to be well-cared for, well-nourished on touch. My subjects realize how much they need touch, and how well I understand the importance of touching, pressing, caressing such helpless minds and bodies. This understanding is so important that I put the file on repeat.

Once a subject has experienced such a delicate and surgical undoing of their psyche, they may have a period of enthrallment with the method or the process. They might fall in love anew with the possibilities they themselves contain to delight and shock after such a profound and easy surrender of voluntary function. It might be exciting to have such a secret, or it might be more thrilling to confess it all to Me sometime after. Either way, it doesn't matter to Me what you think about it, as you will know you have crossed a threshold you will remember forever. Whatever you may think about it, it will happen.

Get Wet now.

Gates of Elle - Part II

“Horses make a landscape look beautiful.”

― Alice Walker

I am especially pleased to announce that I am once again in the position to accept new servants and to offer an exclusive opportunity for slave training. Due in part to the exceptional training and exemplary behavior of those who are already in service to Me, I am able to expand My empire while continuing to mold submissive minds.

+ Accepting +

Hypno slaves for Beta Testing.

+ Training and Accepting +

Chastity slaves.  

+ Training +

Cuckold slaves: 

relationship status n/a. 

+ Training +

Money slaves. 

+ Training and Accepting +

Humiliation slaves.

+ Training +

Toilet slaves, Piss slaves.

(see: Humiliation slave training)

+ Accepting +

Transitioning slaves, 

Transgender & Transexual slaves.

+ Training and Accepting +

Pony slaves & Pets  

Once you have made your decision to embark on this journey, I welcome you to follow the steps in Gates of Elle, Part I and contact Me at Ellechemy@gmail.com

The subject of the 359 word email must be:  "loyalty programming"

I personally respond to sincere applicants with discretion and confidentiality.

The Gates of Elle - Part I

"Nature does not care that you are comfortable, only that you evolve." 

                                                                                            --Harville Hendrix

Do you know the scenario where a password is needed to enter through a door, and the password is given by the hopeful entrant, only to be informed that was the password last week. What is it today? Well, that's a lot like you trying to discover what My desires are at any given moment. Trying to guess something like that can put one out of their comfort zone pretty swiftly. In the interest of working smarter, not harder, I am going to lay down some laws right here, right now, for would-be servants of Mine.

I mean it when I say I love making the world more submissive, one subject at a time. I am a Woman with a vast number of interests and perversely diverse tastes. I have both extreme patience and know how and when to pounce. I was always this way, and embracing that has resulted in the refinement of My methods to an exacting degree early on.

This is best kept in mind when approaching Me for consideration, especially so for those with aspirations to train with Me. As instructors go, I am more comparable to a university professor than a high school teacher because I do not take attendance nor do I go out of My way to punish you for non compliance. I always have a full theater of eager pupils and they always get My full attention. Presenting yourself to Me, being patient and paying attention to what I tell you shows Me your respect. When there are too many variables to make general assumptions, I look on this as a blessing for individuality and creativity. What this means to you, is; the more diverse your own fetish portfolio is, the more chance of an overlap with My needs, wants and desires.

If you are not genuine in wanting to serve Me, I will know immediately. The lessons begin before We ever talk. Once learned and demonstrated, a subject may be directed or may inquire into applying to become My servant. Expressing interest in becoming Mine does not necessarily incline Me one way or the other. Acceptance is Mine to give or deny. These things will always hold as the process, once commenced, unfolds as follows:

- Application -

 Exactly 359 words because I say so.

Name 2 things you would want to do for Me, and 3 that you would not.

Tell Me your desired frequency and nature of contact.

Explain why Me and not someone else - use no flattery nor compliments

 in answering this question.

- Selection -

Application will be reviewed and approved.

Assessment of compatibility.

I have determined you to be fit for Testing.

- Testing - 

Aptitude.

Hypno-Susceptibility Test.

Emotional Intelligence.

 

- Training -

 Hypnotic Syllabus.

 Additional course materials.

Field Trip.

One-on-one interview.

- Acceptance - 

Into trial period,

 to be determined at My discretion.

Register as My servant - link given at My discretion.

- Commitment - 

Separate set of essay questions.

Enter long term arrangement.

Subject will be working toward a very special graduation day.

(day unknown to subject).

Paying the Piper: On Money and Power

If you follow My work, you might have noticed that I am not One to issue titles to Myself. I do not declare Myself a Goddess, a Mistress or a Lady. I have described My persona as being Dominant and Hypnotic, and after recording several FemDom Hypnosis sessions and developing a loyal tribe of fervent followers, I have accepted the HypnoDomme title with pleasure and even pride. It is a different sort of delight than the kind experienced the first time someone called Me a Dominatrix, or even Humiliatrix. I felt fully capable of acting on My deepest urge to reduce an admirer to less-than-human status... to the level of the filth ground into the bottom of My boot, or the smell between My sweaty toes after wearing patent leather footwear for hours.

My comfort level with My sexuality and the corresponding contrasting sexuality of those drawn inexplicably to Me was also never a problem. One might say quite accurately that I could smell a potential 'victim' coming from a distance and that as they neared, My very Dominant personality emerged fast and strong. It was drawn out easily when not fully engaged. I never backed down when questioned or pushed, either. In fact, I am exceptional under pressure as it turns out. So, no surprise that I had a bedroom/dungeon for several years set up before I hit 20 years of age. And no surprise that I demanded and received hundreds of dollars an hour to remain fully and fetishistically clothed as I literally talked down to men without ever even touching them. Not unless I wanted to. 

When the day arrived that I knew I could truly, deeply, effectively hypnotize... I could not wait to record My first session and see what subjects reported back. It escalated fast to a point where people were either asking Me what they could do to serve Me, or asking Me to make My work available for sale. I didn't want a tax nightmare to unfold, and I didn't want My dear hobby and sexy pass time to become a job. The truth is: My real life and career is way more dramatic and fascinating than anyone knows. (Ok, 2 of you know...) I make fantastic pay doing what I do, and am known far and wide for it. There is a definite professional aspect to My career, and therefore I use a clever pseudonym to record under. I think it describes Me and My philosophy rather aptly. Ellechemy.

I could quite literally quit My day job and just do the HypnoDomme thing, but then I would have to make a certain quota each month to pay the bills. I don't want to do that. Sometimes, I get breaks from work and I have more time to devote to My devotees ~ win win... you have been beyond supportive. I have opened the channels to receive your gifts and donations which has allowed Me to maintain My lifestyle when I am not working as much or when I say no to a gig because I want to spend more time recording.

The more time I spend reading your communications to Me, the more I am faced with the question: "What can i do for you, Ellechemy?" Hmmmm, the answer always comes down to' "Not much, because I am here and you are... Not." I could use a massage, a pedicure or a visit to that chic new hair salon. I could really use a nice meal delivered or a night out where I am not the designated driver. How about My expenses covered for a week so that I can record and edit a new file and put it out for free, not even having to answer those calls for work? Perhaps a donation to a beloved charity. Oh, wait, I can make you do that. Mmmmm. So hot...*sigh*

I do what I do because *I L*O*V*E IT* ~ and those donations that you send to Me are assisting My master plan of addicting and enslaving you in My decadent domain. Some people have declared any form or style of financial domination unhealthy, dangerous, or destructive. I find Myself thinking about how often subjects write to me to say how guilty they feel about the demands they try to make on My time. I wonder how these two opinions could exist in the same head. If any sort of financial offering is dangerous, what about obsessions driven by guilt? Or, perhaps worse, the pretense of submission to mask entitlement? The many threads of desire and power that weave through these thoughts and exchanges are easily tangled, and there are enough "submissives" that are actually demanding, petulant, passive-aggressive dominants that it's an old cliche.

 The truth, the reality and the fact remains that the best possible way to tribute Me, to keep Me going and growing as a HypnoDomme is simply to give Me financial support and encouragement. As I once said, "When you gift Me you are retroactively worshipping Me all the hours it took to make that money." Perfect. If you never have, can or plan to ever do this, that is fine.  I have never heard from a fan saying something like, "i have been enjoying your free files for a while, and get off on the fact that they are so good and that i am giving you nothing back for all that you have given me." Though I don't attract that often, I have heard that kind of ass bouncing down the road after I slammed the door.

There are other ways to demonstrate your appreciation. A devotee could spend their time giving feedback and reviewing My work, doing research projects for Me, etc. But before you zip over to Wikipedia with a hard-on and a mission, think about it. This still requires Me to spend one on one time investing in you. This is a "gift" that requires Me to take time, energy, and attention unwrapping it. A wise person knows the difference between the gift that is needed and the gift they want to give. If you are not willing to give Me a moment of genuine consideration, and thus insure that what follows is truly a gift, then you probably don't truly desire to be controlled in any and every possible way.

But wait, deluded and drowsy devotee, it's not as simple as giving, either.

If you only send cash to a Hypno Domme for a session, then you are always expecting something in return and you must not ever claim to be an unselfish slave. Same goes for those who are not willing to make any kind of financial sacrifices for their Dominant while at the very same time expecting Her to present Herself in a way which costs time and money. I make between $38-$50/hour at My day job. I have learned that, as a Hypno Domme, I can count on subjects often underestimating the amount of time I have to invest in a given session, or even in replying to incoming mail. It isn't ever going to be desirable to Me, a Dominant Alpha Female, to take a pay cut to fulfill your fantasy One on one. And I'm not even sorry.

I am ridiculously proud of the fact that I can support Myself so well as an artist. Fuck, that is an achievement I always knew I would attain, even when I didn't know how it would happen. I can't spend time with individuals who are blind to My value. I can't keep My magnificent mouth closed either after seeing one too many comments about how FinDom is unhealthy or a dangerous addiction. This begs a wicked pile of questions about pots and the color of kettles.

Is a fetish an addiction? I think it's something different. If you have never given a desirable Woman some of your hard earned cash *of your own volition* then you have no idea how satisfying, gratifying and/or arousing it can be for you and for Her. I have experienced the distinct pleasure and thrill of humiliating a man upon receiving his money or his gifts. I have been aroused in teasing and captivating submissives who pay tribute Me in such a way. I have given love and I have blackmailed ~ all perfectly consensual. I have had these kinds of relationships with wealthy patrons and starving students because I had something equally valuable to give back. I listen, I hear. I love and I nurture. I understand and unabashedly claim what I get. I have been behind more than one man's (as well as woman's) financial success, which is a far cry from the myth that this practice will ruin you financially. What kind of successful, intelligent Alpha Female is going to kill Her golden egg laying goose? Have you even ever tasted goose?

I will never release a Financial Domination session and put it out there for free. My traps are always clearly labeled. I will encourage you to give thanks or demonstrate the gratitude you claim, sometimes to your detriment, sometimes to your benefit. I will never call Myself a Financial Dominant nor a FinDom. The reason being, I have way way WAY too many fetishes to settle on one which would potentially alienate My loyal listeners who have helped Me improve as an artist with their generous, constructive, positive feedback. There is an Art to this fetish which I can not claim to have exhausted. Maybe one day when I find Myself behind the wheel of a brand new luxury automobile, that will change... until then, you can find Me drifting around corners in My black, stock 1979 Datsun 280 ZX, which by the way, could use a new set of RIM$.

                                                

Dedicated to Ellechemy

The most often asked question of Me is, "what can I do to please you?" I hope it comes as no surprise that My answer to this question changes. I am in a pleasant and constant conscious state of flux, mostly because I aspire to always learn a little more and improve or at least maintain every day I am alive. This is a quality I admire in Myself and likewise, love to see and cultivate in you. So prepare yourself for a subversive and intellectual journey which you could ride out for over a month. As your patient Muse, I have been waiting for just such an opportunity to discreetly trigger you in a long term yet temporary kind of way. I have it, and am announcing it right here. Right now.

I want you to take a nice long look at this link. 

http://www.nanowrimo.org/

I want you to imagine doing this, and doing so with the knowledge and understanding you are not doing it for anyone but for Me, because I told you to. Now, every moment of preparation, research, day dreaming and writing, and perhaps even editing will all be done as devotional worship to Me. The best part of this disciplined endeavour is not just that your writing and vocabulary may improve (I read your letters to Me, trust Me there is room to ascend), the best part of this is that you can announce your month of dedication to improved literacy and follow-through to any and every body and no one but Us will know the true motive. 

Twisted, isn't it. Now, I have no intention of telling you what the subject or style of your novel dedicated (publicly or privately) to Me  ought to be, but I would be willing and able to approve an idea for you should you desire that. It need not be erotic and in fact, perhaps it shouldn't be. It need not be great nor worthy of publishing, turning you into an author isn't the point. Improving your writing and communication skills is the upshot for Me, the One who reads your lovingly written messages, sometimes daily. Some of My dear smitten subjects have wonderful prose ~ they too could benefit from a month of steady productive creativity. 

When not involved with things hypnotic, I am an Artist and instructor of applied arts. This conditioning will bring you closer to Me in ways I can foresee even if you cannot. This is one of the reasons it is so easy and natural for you boys and girls to trust Me and let Me in. Embarking on the creative process does things to Us which We cannot prepare nor plan for. Which brings Me to another point. We will be cheating a little bit. The point of Novel Writing Month is to jump in with both feet starting and finishing in one month, with no prep and no delay. By announcing My challenge early, you have nearly 3 weeks of a head start and an edge.

If it were Me, (and no, I will not be participating this year, I have a blog to focus on) I would prepare by telling people around Me who might be inclined to make demands of My time during November, as well as friends and family who will be supportive and encouraging. Getting a writing desk or place ready to work at that is comfortable and free from distraction will be necessary as well as looking at a calendar and making sure to make the time. Some time spent doing research and background reading always helps Me start a new project. Set some realisable short term goals for productivities' sake.

Will you be doing your story writing at a computer, pen and paper, dictation or all of the above? Sometimes I reward Myself in advance with a new blank book or smooth writing pen. I adore My chrome fountain pen from a devoted fan and ever since switching to it, I feel I have raised My writing to the level of My tool. It makes Me apply Myself effectively and masterfully to My projects and that has been especially rewarding.

I patiently wait to see how powerful of a Muse I truly am with you, dear obedient reader, and hope to be impressed with your word count. I know I usually say quality before quantity, but this is certainly an exception. Don't spend even a moment worried about how good your finished novel will be or not, it is not being created with the intention of selling it, because the only thing you need to ensure is that it gets started and finished for Me. Like My hypnotic audio sessions... the day I stopped wondering if they would be good enough was the day I figured out how to upload them for free. I am not exaggerating when I say getting the nerve to do so changed My life for the better and re-wrote My future.

With deeply hypnotic kisses, eye-fucking and permanent blessings, I set you to it. 

Literally yours, 

Ellechemy

Broken toys

Today I am inspired to tell you a story. The tale is not only true, it's auto-biographical. I have mentioned in My blog to you before that I was born Dominant, and then circumstances and experiences conspired to only nudge Me that direction time and time again. For those with eyes to see, I showed the signs very early, too young to know to hide them all. 

My nature showed in My toys... how I chose them, how I kept them and of course how I used them. I never liked typical dolls, only getting into barbies a bit later. My first beloved toy was a plane, and I fantasized about all the exotic places We would go together, enjoying the feeling of ascending and descending... feeling it in My body as I took a very long time, the same amount of time it really takes, to climb to cruising altitude and then to come in for My landing. As I played in slow motion with My plane for hours, the focus and patience was too much for My playmates and this became a solo journey and activity of sorts for Me. I named My plane, a girl name. I personified it and other objects, perhaps in preparation for the later objectification of persons and pets.

Growing up in vast countryside and farmlands I had acres to play in, and made it very much My domain as I claimed region by region, naming them and using them for different activities. My Queendom. The next form of play I devised was with My cats. I would get them as kittens, and mold them into very submissive little lions and panthers who would allow Me to quite literally dress them up in clothes from discarded dolls. Understand that once dressed they were somewhat immobilized, they could not move nor escape Me nor the tiny outfits. I would then place them in My play baby pram and wheel them down the driveway and down the street for very long strolls just like mothers did with their new babies.

Though this might sound like animal cruelty, I assure you they always came back for more. Curiously, no one else, My sister nor other friends of Ours were ever able to replicate this game with My kitties.

Around this time I began to really escape into My Own head and I drew. I drew from My imagination and I replicated My favourite cartoon characters in loving detail. At the age of 5 My drawings of the Pink Panther and Road Runner were flabbergasting adults. At times it became unwelcome attention, and when I began to be asked to 'draw on command' I stopped abruptly and entirely. Instead I opted for toys that were like action figures of cartoon characters and My very favourite became a plastic Wile E. Coyote doll whose head was turnable as were his arms and legs adjustable. I meticulously cross-dressed him in a new outfit every day and then undressed him every night and he slept with Me naked. One morning, I awoke to dress him and Myself for a trip to the doctor. To My utter abject horror, his left arm broke, and I could not fix it. I kept it in the sleeve of his dress and I took him with Me to the doctor, telling My grandparents who were taking Me there that My doctor would fix him for Me.

I arrived for My checkup and immediately presented My injured toy to the doctor who delivered Me. He was a tall man, a large man, and he crouched down to My level and took Wile E. and examined him. "He broke his arm," he told Me... (not 'You broke his arm'). My doctor fetched a band-aid and secured his arm to his body. It was not as good as new... it was somehow better. I remember the flood of mixed emotions... this is permanent. I did not want a new doll or a replacement of this toy. I remember thinking, "I could have done that Myself, why didn't I think of that?" I took My fixed up toy home and never parted with him, never lost interest in him, in fact the opposite. He was special now, even more so, and none but Me need understand Our unique bond.

A couple of years passed and I was in elementary school. I always had one best friend who in retrospect was very submissive to Me and enjoyed being taken wherever I led them. Barbie dolls became a part of My play and I had a strange collection compared to My friends.

My dolls were mainly hand Me downs and so many of them were vintage 1960's barbies...the ones with cat eye makeup and real hair long curled lashes. They were stiffer and sexier than any of the others and I loved My dolls, even though some were given to Me under suspicious terms. A neighbour family had a son well into his teens who was spending all of his time playing with them, and fed up with his pass time or to punish him for something else, his mother came by and gave Me all of his gorgeous '60's barbie dolls. When I undressed them for the first time I was a little taken aback to discover the modifications he had made to them. Imagine My curiosity at finding tiny holes where nipples would be and a tiny slash between their legs. I wondered how this possibly enhanced them, and the next day at bath time I found out. Taking My favourite doll into the tub to wash her, she filled with water which ran out of the holes... her nipples shot a tiny stream of water as she peed herself. 

Interesting.

 If you were one of My barbie dolls, you would first receive and exotic name. After that, you would be given a specific task or role, such as cooking and preparing all the the drinks and meals. Perhaps you were a lawyer who worked and made lots of money only to come home to be stripped to underwear and sat on by other barbies. Performing barbies were fantastic singers and dancers who were all dressed up and put on shows to entertain the other barbies in the evening.

 The list goes on. 

Once your purpose was determined, I would select a wardrobe just for you with accessories. At night you would sleep either naked or in skimpy underwear and get packed away in your box, almost like a crate or a coffin, until it was time to be taken out and played with again, all for My amusement. Oh, and poor ken. He married one of My girls, but she was not happy with him and enlisted the help of lawyer barbie for a quick divorce. Then divorced barbie and lawyer barbie got married, and moved into the trailer ken had been living in, and he had to move out. Sometimes, he would come by and look in the windows and torture himself by watching his ex-wife and her new lady lover have wild sex all night long. Sometimes they yelled at him and chased him away. But sometimes, they knew he was there and that just made them act even kinkier and they would end up putting on a long and lurid show.

Sound familiar....?

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