Quite the title isn't it! This was an opportunity that came up for me that I couldn't resist on so many levels.

To give a bit of context, at this point in my swinging career I had been in and out of the lifestyle for 9 years amidst different relationships. But having fully immersed myself in the adventure over the last three years I was now enjoying the ever varying situations I was finding myself in and this particular opportunity was one I knew would be a memorable night.

I'd been speaking to a couple on fab swingers and after a few days of swapping messages I met up with the woman for a coffee to discuss the potential for a threesome with her husband joining us too. My first impression was that she was an attractive woman with a great stripperesque body. I wasn't expecting the thick Manc accent that came from her though which was a bit jarring. On this coffee date, I'd learned that not only was she an interesting woman but multi talented too, including being a fire breather in her spare time and a mail order stripper as a full time profession. Trying to keep my cool whilst having a woman who does erotic dancing for a living sat across from me probably didn't come off as well as I'd have liked. We talked more in depth about sexual preferences and discovered that she was interested in exploring a dominant side, my eyes lit up as I had been delving into the depths of my fantasies of being submissive over the last year. Further discussions unveiled that her husband was a hypnotist with 20 years of experience. I've had a long fascination with hypnotism and mind control, following Derren Browns career for as long as I can remember. The two facts I'd learned soon amalgamated into a fantasy being born of me being hypnotised into a malleable state and then dominated by the woman.

I'm aware that to some people this could potentially seem like a dangerous situation. The pessimists would say that if it worked, they could do anything they wanted with me like use it to their advantage or steal from me or even cast a spell on me that would have me turn into a chicken at 9am every morning. I'm either very naive or a good judge of character because I wasn't phased by the very real possibility that not everyone is what they seem on the face of it. It's probably worth saying that I did my research on him, he had a YouTube channel and a website with a host of evidence that he was real and knew what he was doing. We did have a video call all together and discussed how it works and what to expect. He'd never done anything remotely sexual before though so his was an experience for him too.

They booked Gotham hotel in Manchester, a very swanky place for us to all meet up. We had a drink in the rooftop cocktail bar where I did my best to surpress my imposter syndrome and order a drink I'd never heard of before. We talked more about the hypnosis and what I wanted to get out of it. This was mainly based around wanting to feel like I was physically restrained and under some kind of spell. I'd also thrown in that whilst he's inside my head he might as well attempt to stop me from vaping (seemed like an opportunity to good not to use).

Everyone was feeling comfortable so we decided to head off to the room. There's something quite reassuring about doing something outside of your comfort zone in a spectacular setting and this room didn't disappoint. I'd have felt far more anxious if it was in a Holiday Inn just off the M6. I'd asked that it could be filmed so the lady perched herself on the bed and held her phone to record the whole thing. He sat me down on a chair with himself sat beside me and proceeded to do his thing. Which consisted of the typical deep breaths, imagining I was in another place and the mandatory sinking deeper and deeper blurb.

At this point I was feeling more relaxed but in absolutely no way was I 'under'. I had an expectation that at some point I would lose a sense of reality and then be woken up, not really knowing what had just happened, maybe I've seen too many films. He injected thoughts of not wanting to use my vape again and I'd feel the urge to smoke gradually dissipate from me over the coming days. I immersed myself in this thought and genuinely wanted it to work. He got me to hold both my arms out in front me and continued reading a well practised script. Leading to the 'clincher', saying I can feel my arms getting heavier and as they helplessly fall into my lap I would be fully under his control. I stubbornly held them high because I just wasn't feeling anything. I felt a genuine pressure to drop them but this was only through embarrassment for him that it wasn't working. Naturally my arms got tired and I consciously let them drop slowly for a rest if nothing else. From someone viewing this from a stage it would look like the magic was working, head hung, slumped in my chair and all floppy.

Once there he did some more off the cuff talking (turning it more sexual based) about how I can no longer move and the harder I try the harder it gets .... You know the drill. Using phrases like "you'll be powerless to her" and "she will have full control of EVERY part of you" were like music to my ears. The fantasy was gaining momentum and I was enjoying the thought of a new form of restraint.

The whole process had probably gone on for about 20 minutes at this point and whilst still feeling like I was in total control of myself I was completely convinced it's a load of shit. However.....(Plot twist) I did find myself trying to move my legs and feeling some definite resistance! I still don't know if this was just because I didn't want to embarrass him, because I still wanted it to work and if I moved it would put an end to the whole thing or if I was genuinely stuck. There was some slight pressure from there being a crowd of sorts (Asian based and holding a camera (I know...but you can't make this stuff up)) so I can imagine a full audience would enhance this hugely.

He told me I can remain in this state but open my eyes and raise my head, the Eastern fire breathing dominatrix then proceeded to take off her clothes and begin dancing her way over to me. I'd really imagined this part to be incredibly sexy but I was very aware I was just in a hotel room with a man and wife and this was all part of a very prearranged script. She danced on me whilst I was still either not moving through choice or actually not able to move. You'd think I'd know which one it was in hindsight but given that I didn't move it's very hard to tell whether I could have.

The dance ended and he began the debriefing stage of hypnosis. A real mood killer but apparently a necessity. Firstly with a reminder of my new found motivation to turn my back on the wonders of nicotine and then how I can feel the senses return to my body and I'm free to move once more. Opening my eyes and shaking myself off, I saw them looking at me with an air of expectation for a reaction of what a mind blowing experience I'd just had. I managed to come across somewhat enthused and grateful for the effort they'd put in. Which was true....but at the time my prominent thoughts consisted of things like 'you actually do this for a living' and 'at what point was the domination going to happen'.

The night didn't end there (thankfully), the undeservedly proud hypnotist took a backseat and left me and the woman to enjoy some time together. She wanted to start with a massage, which as my only experience had come from previous girlfriends left me with an overconfidence about my ability to give one. I started working my hands over her back and neck to which the sound of silence was deafening, she gave me a couple of pointers and I said "you're going to tell me you're a trained masseuse now aren't you?". Of course she was! There's nothing less sexy than an erotic massage that comes with instructions so we were both happy for her to take over and show me how's it's done. The body oils flowed and hands began to wander. We took turns in giving each other oral, something I am more skilled in than giving back rubs and fucked while the Mr watched on. A rare moment of us both reaching orgasm simultaneously saw an end to the evening.

There was a clear lack of confidence about how to dominate me. Something we hadn't spoken enough about as ironically the hypnosis side dominated the conversation. But in a typical English manner of just being happy to be there, I didn't bring it up and didn't complain.

I got dressed, thanked them both for a great evening, grabbed my vape and pufffed my way out of there.