New Look

Part 2 of my story about Lisa will be finished soon, it's taking a long while to write. It may end up being a long one as I'd rather that than string it out into a 3rd part.

In the mean time I was feeling creative earlier and decided to crack open the photoshop and revamp the layout for my blog. While I was at it I revamped my youtube page as well (click here). There's not a lot on my youtube page as I don't upload videos myself, so it's really just a record of my favourites and comments.

I have made it easier for people to leave comments on blog entries, by putting the comment box below each entry, rather than on a seperate page. I know how it can sometimes be a bit annoying when you want to write a comment, but don't have the actual post in front of you to read... now you do.

I have also added reaction buttons for people who don't yet have the courage to comment (come and say hello) but of course for everyone else too.

As with before, those are my eyes in the banner... stare... gaze... enjoy.

Hope you like.

~ Mistress Winters ~

Room Service - Part 1

So. I promised to share some of my hotel room experiences.

The first that springs to mind was with a woman called Lisa. She also happens to be the first woman I ever hypnotized for kinky purposes. We had met online on one of the early social networking sites, nothing fetish related. I was 18 and she was in her early 30s, I seemed to have a habit of attracting older women back then... still do actually, I'm not really sure why as it's never been something I have aspired to particularly. Anyway, we'd followed the usual path of getting to know one another: IMs, emails, followed by texts, saucy picture messages, and then a couple of attempts at phone sex... I was rubbish at phone sex back then, still am actually unless hypnosis is involved.

Our relationship wasn't really what you would have called true love. I was a frustrated teenager, she was recently divorced and looking for the excitement she'd been missing in her marriage, and so our conversations almost always followed a sexual theme and ended up in a frenzy of 1 handed typing. We'd exchanged numerous sexy pictures, we'd talked about our sexual preferences, we'd discussed fetishes... I'd talked about relatively common stuff... boots, outfits, tattoos, piercings... she'd often talked about her love of bondage, she had what seemed to my inexperienced young mind, like a large collection of restraints and toys... She was pretty much of the submissive persuasion. Eventually I took the plunge and decided to take the step that I think most of you out there will have gone through at least once, and bought up the subject of hypnotic kinkiness. To my surprise and delight, the idea seemed to really turn her on. So much so that she requested to move the conversation from IM to the phone.

Lisa: Hi Babe

Mistess Winters: Hi

Lisa: Mmm... babe you've got me all horny again.

MW: Hehe, I'm glad that it had that effect, I wasn't sure what you'd say.

Lisa: Oh don't worry babe, it takes a lot to shock me... it sounds really sexy.

MW: I think so. It's something I've fantasized about since I was about 13.

Lisa: What do you do?... How does it work?

MW: Well basically I put you into a really relaxed state where your consious mind mind sort of switches off and I can talk directly to your subconscious... When you're in that state you're really suggestible and basically do what I tell you to do.

Lisa: You won't make me bark like a dog or run around like a chicken or anything will you? (laughs)

MW: No, I don't think so... though that sort of thing is fun sometimes.

Lisa: Please don't. I'd be so embarrassed!

MW: How about a cat?

Lisa: That would be better I suppose.

MW: That sort of thing isn't necessarily what interests me anyway... that's more of a stage hypnosis type of thing that you might see in a bar on holiday.

Lisa: What would you get me to do then?

MW: Well... er.... First I'd put you under and get you nice and deep. I'd probably have a play with your body while you were in trance.

Lisa: Mmm babe, that sounds good.

MW: I know you're into a bit of bondage, so I think I could do some stuff that you'd really like... I could lie you do on the bed, and put your arms above your head, and I'd tell you that you couldn't move.

Lisa: How do you do that?

MW: Well While you're under, I tell you that your arms and legs are stuck in place. Like they are tied there by invisible ropes. And then I wake you up and you will be able to talk and stuff, but you wont be able to move. And the harder you try to move, the more the ropes will hold you down.

Lisa: Oh wow. I like the sound of that.

MW: Then I can play around with your body some more and you wont be able to move.

Lisa: Mmm babe, that would be good.

MW: I can give you triggers as well, to do things to you while you are awake?

Lisa: What's a trigger?

MW: It's like a key word. That when I say it, you'll instantly respond to it in the way that you were told to when you were in a trance.... Like, the first one I'd probably give you would be 'sleep', so that all I need to do is click my fingers and say sleep, and your head will instantly flop down and you'll go back into trance. 

Lisa: Oh wow.

MW: It's great to do that to someone in the middle of a conversation... they'll just be in the middle of a sentence and then I you just snap your fingers, say sleep, and *ping* out they go.I love seeing their head just flop down.

Lisa: I suppose that would come in handy when someone was boring you (laughs)

MW: (laughs) Yeah. It's such a turn on though to have that power over someone. Knowing that with 1 magic word you can put someone to sleep, or make them flash their boobs, or feel horny.

Lisa: It doesn't take much to make me horny anyway babe (laughs)

MW: You can do physical triggers as well... Like, when I touch you in a certain place instead of saying a certain word... I could make it so when I touch the palm of your hand, it feels like I'm touching your clit.

Lisa: Wow! Can you really do that?

MW: Yeah. It'd be great in public. We could be sitting in a pub or something, and I can stroke the palm of your hand with my finger and you'd feel me rubbing your clit. And nobody will know.

Lisa: Oh wow! That sounds amazing. I just hope I don't get to excited (laughs) They might notice if I start panting and screaming!

MW: (laughs) Yeah. It'd be good to watch though.

The conversation continued down that path for another couple of minutes, all the while Lisa breathing got shallower and her responses more muffled and brief. She was clearly sold on the idea of me hypnotizing her. I attempted to do an induction there and then on the phone, but she was too horny to concentrate and my inexperience and excitement made me stumble over my words a bit... she said she defintely felt something, but she didn't really go under. Instead I just talked her to orgasm and tried to anchor her pleasure to my words as best I could.

A few days later, she told me that she'd not been able to stop thinking about me hypnotizing her ever since I'd mentioned it. She really wanted to try it, and we really wanted to meet each other in person. At the time I was still living with my parents, so her coming to my place was a no no. She also live quite a distance away, and I couldn't drive, so it was quite difficult for me to get to her as well... We decided that we should book a hotel room close to me, she'd drive down and we'd have a dirty weekend together. Straight away I got online and started looking for somewhere. We arranged a weekend I booked a hotel in the nearest city.

... Stay Tuned for part 2 soon :~)

~ Mistress Winters ~

Happy Birthday Mistress Winters

Greetings all. I have been away for a couple of weeks, travelling around a bit with work. I've recently purchgased a new smart phone. I'm usually pretty good with technology but I've not yet worked out how to all my email and things working on it, nor have I found the web browsing to my satisfaction, so blogging has proved difficult when on the go and away from castle Winters. I suspect some readers will be crying out (as many people I know have been) saying "Get an iPhone"... No. Be gone Apple and your minions.

Internet access in hotels is not fantastic either. Though lets be honest, there are other things that can be done in hotel rooms ;~). I find hotel rooms are one of the most corrupting environments in existence. There is just something about them that brings out there darker side of the human psyche. I must post some of my naughty hotel room experience on here sometime.

I thought this time since the anniversary of my birth is fast approaching, I'd tell you a story about a rather interesting present I received one year for my birthday...

It was the morning of my birthday. I was having a lie in, as is every Mistress's inalienable right on her birthday. I was having a bit of a snooze, having a rather nice dream. When I was woken up by something stirring in my bed... not just in the bed, but between my legs.... There was a person shaped bulge under the duvet, with a pair of, from what I could see, naked legs hanging out of the end of the bed... It was the duvet covered half that had my attention though ;~)

I was already pretty turned on by the dream I was having (wonder what might have caused that?), and the tongue and lips that were deftly doing their thing under the covers were helping that considerably... Katie had told me she had a few treats planned for my birthday, I was very much enjoying the first. I wasn't sure whether to roll back the covers, as it felt almost rude not to make eye contact at least once... on the other hand, as I said, I was very much enjoying it and didn't want to disturb her ;~)

It didn't take me long to climax. As I was at the hight of pleasure, legs spasming and flailing about, I must have moved the duvet around, and as I was catching my breath I looked down the bed and saw something I wasn't expecting... a tattoo. A little rose sitting on the top of a rather pert bum cheek... It was very nice... the only thing was, Katie doesn't have a tattoo on her bum!

I threw back the covers the girl who'd so expertly worked her magic between my legs stood up. A fairly attractive blonde girl with a pink bow tied around her neck... a girl who I'd never met before in my life! And on her chest, written in red lipstick were the words "Happy birthday Mistress xoxo" xoxo was the way Katie usually signed off her messages. Though usually they weren't written on the chests of naked slave women.

A few seconds later, as I was still trying to take in what I was seeing. The girl turned and walked towards my bedroom door. On her back, also written in red lipstick, were the words "Follow me"... I was intrigued. But I was naked, I often sleep naked. I get too hot otherwise. So the girl was already out the door and on her way while I was trying to find a night dress or something to put on. I settled on checked pyjama bottoms and a baggy Iron Maiden t-shirt. Sexy.

Katie seemed to have planned for my delay whilst I got dressed, because when I got into the living room, the girl was already knelt down on all fours, with a folded table cloth draped over her back, so that the girls bowed head and pert tattooed bum were visible at either end. Katie was standing over her, placing a tray of breakfast on the most interesting 'occasional table' I had ever seen.

Now I knew why she'd been studying induction techniques so thoroughly the last couple of weeks! Apparently she'd found this girl online, who was more than willing to be dominated and used as furniture. I didn't get to speak to the girl, apparently that was part of the fantasy She was there to be used and ignored. She appeared to remain in trance throughout breakfast. On Katie's suggestion, I went for a shower after my breakfast and when I came out she was gone. How she found her I have no idea, lord knows before I met Katie I'd tried numerous times to find a willing plaything on various sites, without any real success, just a few time wasters or people who lived too far away to take seriously... But Katie had apparently cast out her line and reeled in a live one first time... the cow. When I first came into the living room and saw the 2 of them, I didn't know whether to be proud that I had taught her so well, or scared of the monster that I had created!... I didn't spend too much time thinking about it though... well I did have a naked, hypnotized girl knelt before me, with a toasted cream cheese bagel on her back that was getting cold. I hate it when they get cold.

I've certainly had worse Monday mornings!

~ Mistress Winters ~

Eeny meeny miney mo...

Lex has provided me with a link to the website where he recruits his models, so that I can suggest models for future shoots. I know that whoever I pick there is no guarantee Lex will book them, or that they would agree to the shoot, but nonetheless, I once again feel like a kid in a candy store. Trawling through all the myriad of lovelies on offer... sizing them up... who would be good?... I have a few in mind, I'm compiling a shortlist... or shopping list if you will ;~)

Deciding who would make for a good subject is a bit like gay dar. Over the years I've learned subtle signs that reveal which girls might be up for a bit of saphic action, and it's the same with hypnosis, you can not only judge who would be a good subject, but who would also be willing... when the 3 match up it's like all the cherries flashing up on fruit machine ;~). Just like gay dar, there is hypno-dar... some have it down to a fine art, and can look a person up and down and within seconds judge what kind of a subject they'd be... I'm not quite that good, but I'm all right... It's not so easy to do from a brief profile and some portfolio pictures, but it's possible I think... perhaps we shall see.

Sizing girls up in that way feels kind of predatory... powerful...  Confident. Strong. I've never been a confident person by nature. It's hard to believe (or perhaps not depending on your viewpoint) but I was quite a shy, unassuming girl while I was growing up, even into my late teens and early twenties I was still quite a shy person. But hypnosis and my Mistress persona has helped me gain confidence, feel stronger as a person. When I first starting trancing people on a regular basis, I noticed a distinct difference in the way I felt and acted. I walked with my head held high, I strutted confidently, spoke with more confidence and authority. People started reacting differently to me. And I reacted differently to them. I found myself when in a room full of people, sizing them up... analyzing people...  picking people out... "she'd be good... she'd be good... oh, I'd love to try her..." It's a great feeling, but a dangerous one. The path of the dark side it is. When doing it in public I feel like a lioness, strutting around, stalking... eyeing up a herd of gazelle... choosing her victim... licking her lips. Browsing the 'catalogue' of models online, I feel more like some super villain (one day, you'll see), sitting in a big swivelly chair, stroking my pussy... er... white cat... and speaking into the intercom "bring me number 47..."

~ Mistress Winters ~

The dangers of internet porn!

There's a certain porn actress (I'll not name her) out there, a relatively famous one... not Jenna Jameson level (not my type anyway) but well known certainly... This particular girl is almost exactly my type, she got some great tattoos, funky hair, and a great attitude and passion for what she does. I really enjoy her videos (well the girl-girl ones anyway, not really the ones with men in them)... there's only one thing wrong with her... she's the spitting image of an ex girlfriend of mine. Freakishly so.

I watch her videos, and whilst I enjoy them very much, there's a niggling thought in the back of my head telling me that I shouldn't... that getting kicks out of watching a girl who looks so much like my ex is wrong. This particular ex is one that hurt me badly. I loved her deeply, and it took a long time to get over her. One of the ways I was able to move on was to just not allow myself to think about her, which was not easy given that so many things reminded me of her. I'm in a better place now, and have moved on, but I still try not to let myself think about her too much. Watching this actress in her videos seems like a bad idea but I can't help myself... I'm not in contact with her any more, but part of me wants to be, so that I can tell her about this girl and see what she thinks about it!

I decided to try a little self hypnosis, something I have dabbled in from time to time without much success. The aim was to try and remove the association between this actress, and my ex. I.e, to not recognise that she looks just like her! It's not really worked, as usual. I do feel a little bit better about it though, so that's something.

I think fundamentally I'm not a great subject for hypnosis or even self hypnosis. I'm too reluctant to 'submit'. I have mentioned in an earlier entry how I enrolled on a stage hypnosis course when I was younger. I wasn't the best student in the class I have to admit. Although I had hypnotized someone before, I was unable to progress as quickly as others on the course because of my inability to submit and also due to my sexual associations with hypnosis. We were put into pairs and initially I was paired up with a male partner. He couldn't hypnotize me because I resisted and I couldn't hypnotize him because I felt uncomfortable doing it.

I was also held back because I'd never actually experienced hypnosis. It's hard to describe how something feels to someone, if you have never felt it yourself! In the end I got paired with someone else, luckily a woman, who I felt much more comfortable with. I put her under quite deep, quite quickly. I was also able to relax and allow myself to go under with her, not very deeply I don't think, but deep enough to know that it had worked. That was enough for me really. I'd experience what I'd needed to experience, and achieved what I needed to achieve... what I couldn't achieve with a male partner.

For me, hypnosis is inseparable from seduction and flirtation (have you noticed how seduction and induction sound very similar? ;~) ). The first induction is a bit like a first date. It's a process of wooing the person's mind... getting to know them... getting to know you. Sometimes literally whispering sweet nothings in their ear... making my voice... my words... my suggestions... feel somehow alluring... Pleasurable. Opening yourself up to me... hanging on my every word... allowing yourself to follow my suggestions and giving a part of yourself to me. Submitting feels natural. Because that's what feels good. Feels right. Becoming captivated. Intoxicated.... even aroused. Wanting more. Wanting to go further... deeper... and then almost inevitably... cut short just as it gets going ;~)

Long time no see.

It's been a long while since I updated this blog. Too long. I've tended to be a bit all or nothing about this sort of thing. Hypno-fetishism can be a bit of an addiction for me. Everyone has to have a vice... warping the minds of pretty girls is mine ;~)... well that and smoking, though I've all but stopped that as well. I haven't had a cigarette in months. I won't say I'll never smoke again though, I know I will. It's not that I'm addicted, well, not in the normal sense. It's a not a substance dependency thing... It's a fetish thing. I never actually crave cigarettes, not like I imagine a person who is hooked on them does... I just... enjoy them so much. And enjoy seeing other women seductively smoking even more ;~) . They're something to enjoy once in a while as a treat... I'm just laying off the treats right now. Anyway, that's enough about my smoking fetish, back to the hypnosis...

I've been known to spend all my time online, chatting to and trancing existing or potential subs on yahoo, posting on hypno related forums, reading hypno related blogs... It consumes all my time. I spend all my time either doing these things, or thinking about my last hypno session, or thinking about my next one... all the while needing my next fix!

It's quite an unhealthy obsession, particularly when nearly all of the girls I would get my kicks with lived on the other side of the world. I'd find myself staying up until 5am night after night, knowing I needed to go to bed, but unable to tear myself away from the computer because I was having to much fun. It go so that I was sleeping most of the day, or else just feeling tired all the time. Not only that, but after night after night of hypnotic fun, I felt... well, sore! (I'm sure i don't need to draw a diagram ;~) )At that point I started to ask myself... "just who is in control here?"... Yes I was having fun controlling and toying with my various, eager to please subs, but I was losing control of my own life in the process. Things had to change.

Since then I've kept a bit of a low profile on the hypno scene... My yahoo ID has been inactive, I've avoided forums where I might be tempted, and this blog has also been neglected.

Our mutual obsession with all things hypno was what eventually ended my relationship with Katie a few years ago. So much of our life was consumed by it that it effected our work, our relationships with our friends... we tried to cut down, but it was to difficult. In then we decided it was best for both of us to call it a day. By this point Katie was already well on her way to becoming a hypno mistress in her own right. Since our experience with claire, we'd had our way with a few other girls. To begin with it was just Katie who was hypnotized and the other girls were just there to 'play', but we got hungry for more, and soon we had persuaded other girls for me to put under. At first it was just me giving the commands, and katie enjoying the ride along with the girls. But soon I started giving some control of the other girls over to katie, which she nervously but excitedly enjoyed. I even taught Katie a few inductions, and before long, she was putting girls under all by herself... she was a little unsure about assuming the dominant role at first (well, when it comes to hypnosis anyway, she's experienced at being dominant in other areas), but with a little 'training' from me, she soon started to slip into the role of Mistress. *sigh* My little girl was all grown up...

To continue my metaphor, if hypnosis was a drug, we were going the whole Pete Doherty!, proper back stage at a rock concert orgies of excess... It sounds great doesn't it? a hypno-fetishists dream!... Well in some ways it was. But at the back of my mind there was always this little voice... quiet, but very insistent, telling me that this couldn't go on forever... that what we were doing wasn't a good idea... and that sooner or later I was going to have to try and stop it. Things were taking on a life of their own though... Katie was 'recruiting' her own subs... There were girls at our flat most nights of the week. Our social life outside of our little circle of kinksters was non existent. I'd started to lose track of who had what triggers... it was out of control. Eventually Katie and I had a talk, and came to the same conclusion, we needed a break.

I wont go any further than that right now. It's rather personal, and probably not that interesting to read. But Katie and I went our separate ways, and both found happyness in other, more healthy relationships. Both of us continued with our hypnotic exploits, but tried to keep them under control. Don't worry though, I have plenty more stories to tell... watch this space. ;~)

I was having a conversation with someone on Yahoo the other day, and a subject came up that reminded me of something I once did with Katie, and I thought to myself "that would make a great blog entry"... so here it is. I hope you enjoy.

Katie and I were talking one day about how much time we spend indulging in our hypno-play... It was a lot. Whenever neither of us wasn't working (and often when we were supposed to be working!) we'd be having fun with hypnosis. It was pretty much all we did with our spare time. We wondered if we added up all the time Katie spent in trance or under the influence of some kind of suggestion over the course of the week, just how much time would it be? ... We never actually did work it out... we got distracted by talking about other things, 1 of them being what the world record was for the longest hypnotic trance... I seem to recall reading about how Peter Powers (who I remember from his 'naughty naughty hypno show' on tv, once had someone in a shop window for 8 days in a trance... and we wondered, if he could do that with someone who was a total stranger, what might be possible if the hypnotist and the subject knew each other intimately and had built up a deep rapport... surely the record could be much much longer? We thought so. We wondered if we tried, could we break that record?... we were curious, but we both agreed that though it might be possible, one of us would probably get bored before we got to 8 days! But we decided to give it a go and see how long we could manage.

Katie got nice and comfy on the sofa, and I started with a proper induction, no triggers, just a good old fashioned eye fixation and progressive relaxation induction. Katie was obviously well trained at going into trance by now, so it didn't take long at all to have her under and in a deep trance.

Now, for those of you who don't know... getting someone to stay in a trance for a long period of time, isn't as simple as you might think... you can't just leave them there and expect them to stay the way they are. A person wont just stay in a trance indefinitely. If left alone, sooner or later they will either start to come around and snap out of it... or else just get to relaxed and fall asleep, a natural sleep that is... and once they fall asleep, they wont respond to you any more. So to keep someone in a trance, they need regular and constant supervision and attention. Just a few words every now and then to keep them in that hypnotic state.

So I kept Katie there on the sofa. Obviously I had to make sure she got regular food, drink and toilet breaks, which for the first few times I took great care in continuing to talk to her and keep her in trance through out, but after the first few times I was confident she would be ok. My biggest concern was what would happen when I needed to sleep... I thought the best bet was to through out the day, make my gaps between talking to her, in the hopes that she'd get more and more used to staying in trance without my input, and thus I might be able to get a few hours sleep! I wasn't really sure if she would really stay in trance properly the whole time... but I thought I knew her well enough to be able to tell most of the time, and the rest I would just have to trust and wait until it was over to ask her about it properly.

We kept it up for quite a while actually, nearly 3 days whole days. But I will admit, by that point I was getting pretty bored... When I was single it wouldn't have been that unusual to have gone 3 day or more without talking to someone, I'd always managed to find ways to fill the time. But since being with Katie, we'd rarely been apart, so I'd gotten very used to having her around.. but although she was still physically there, mentally she was not really available for conversation! There was no chance I could make it to 8 days, I was going crazy with boredom, and resisiting the urge to mess with her while she was under was getting to much!

On the evening of the 3rd day, I was watching TV and hadn't given Katie any attention for a couple of hours. Her favourite program came on... and after about 10 mintutes I realised that her eyes were open and she was watching the TV... I asked her if she was awake and she blinked a bit, rubbed her eyes, and said "yes I think so, and laughed"

Although she had now come out of the trance, she was finding it quite difficult to actually stay out of it... She said she still felt kind of groggy, much like she had the first time I'd hypnotized her. And as she continued to watch the TV she'd keep slipping back under again an her head would slowly slump back onto her chest. It would particularly happen during the ad breaks... which I would guess was down to the fact that you never really pay attention to the ads do you? you just kind of watch them passively and wait for the show to come back on, so in itself that's almost trance enducing. It's a well documented phenomenon that subjects still remain in a more suggestible state shortly after being brought out of trance... and since she'd been in trance for 3 days, I suppose that effect was amplified a bit. I suppose I'd liken it a bit to when you have spent to much time in bed and over slept... you find it hard to properly wake up and unless you force yourself to get up and do something, you will keep nodding off again every few minutes without even realising... That's what it seemed to be like for Katie... if I kept talking to her and kept her stimulated (her mind that is!) then she'd stay awake... but if I stopped for a few mins, or she went back to watching the tv, she'd keep slipping back under... her head would just flop down... then a couple of minutes later she'd snap out of it again... it was very cute to watch. Then I found out that if I spoke to her in my 'hypno voice' she'd slip under... i didn't need to say anything special... no trigger words or relaxation or anything like that... all I had to do was slooow my voice dooown a bit, and talk in that seductive way that I do when I'm performing an induction, and the simplest phrase such as "would you like a cup of teeeaaa Katie, I fancy a cup of teeeaa..." was enough make her eyes roll back into her head and slip into trance again...

This went on for about 3 hours for the rest of the evening, and I enjoyed watching her nodding off, and teasing her with my seductive voice... but gradually it wore off. We went to bed and by the time she woke up the next day, she was back to normal. She told me that she had no memory of the last 3 days, including most of the previous evening when she was supposedly awake. She was sure that she was in trance the whole time, and that was good enough for me.

So, we didn't exactly break the world record, but at least we'd satisfied our curiousity!