Tag: Marquesa

Diary of a Fugitive

Thursday

I finally broke free. I skipped my session with her yesterday, loaded my car, and headed out of town. I don’t know where I am going, but I must flee. This is my last chance to escape her control. I know this is right. I feel exhilarated.

Friday

Last night I was on her couch, listening to her silken voice as she put me under. When I woke up in the motel room I was disoriented…disappointed. This is natural. I don’t have to be worried. There will be a period of adjustment, but eventually I will be fine.

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Not-So-Wily’s Condition One Week Later

 

I have almost stopped listening to the tape. I’m not sure why. If anything, its effect on me is stronger. When I do listen, I slip easily into that state where I am not intently listening to Mistress’s beautiful voice, I’m just concentrating on the feelings her voice evokes. Sometimes it’s like my body is completely empty and her voice–a single, perfectly formed word–absolutely fills it. I can tell she speaks softly, with her lips almost touching the microphone, because I can feel her breath as she shapes the word. Then it’s as if my whole body is that microphone, and her voice delicately pulses me right down to my toes. Read more…

SECOND FLOOR

I ordered Soforia’s introductory tape at the same time I ordered the Marquesa’s and I finally got it last week. When I first started listening, I thought “bummer”. The technical quality is poor. There’s a loud background hiss and at one point she even hits the mike. Her voice is high and oddly cadenced. There’s not a lot of dramatic phrasing, so you don’t get much of an impression of the person behind the voice. She speaks in a slow sing-song, which is kind of boring–certainly not sexy. But it is very relaxing, and her visualizations were delightful. Read more…

ypnosis and the Causes of Coyote Behavior

When I first began these notes, I referred to them in my day planner as “HJ diary”. The HJ stood for Henry Jekyl. My thought was that Mistress Marquesa’s Hypnotic Surrender tape was the equivalent of the mixture Dr. Jekyl took. I was looking for a change in me, and it could be the catalyst that might bring that other personality out. There was the real–although improbable, I thought at the time–possibility that my personality might change permanently or uncontrollably as a result.
Our moods fluctuate from day to day. To filter out that “noise” from a deeper, more lasting change, was the problem. Back when my survival instincts were at natural coyote levels, I felt the short run might be all the time I would have to “high tail it”, as we coyotes say, to safe ground. So I decided it would be prudent to keep a diary of my feelings and compare them from day to day.
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Part 1 Coyote Hits the Road

Part 1

Coyote Hits the Road

 

Normally, the screw-up would have really set me off. These guys had been a problem since we hired them. But for once I had no problem controlling my temper. On the contrary–I had to be careful not to sound happy. The subcontractor that was screwing up was in LA. And somebody would have to go down and decide if they were salvageable or we were better off just dumping them and re-bidding the contract.

“God, I hate LA,” I said, trying my best to sound disgusted, “but tell them I’ll be there Monday morning”. Read more…

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