Tinkering...

Just a mini update.

I've had a bit of a tinker with the blog layout again. The last version never really felt finished (nothing ever does with me). I've given it a more shiny and up to date looking theme. I've also funked up the labels as best I could. The new look works perfectly on Firefox and Chrome, but does a have a couple of little bugs with IE which I have yet to fix. Meh.

Whilst on a geeky theme, I just want to post links to a couple more firefox personas I've made that readers may like: Mistress Winters' Personas gallery

*OBEY* Subs who are currently using the Mistress Winters theme may now change to any persona in my gallery only. Switching to a theme other than one of mine will feel wrong.

If you stay with the Mistress Winters theme, the effects will remain as before. GOOD GIRL.

Changing to the Lesbian Pride theme will amplify your feelings of attraction and love towards women. You will also occasionally find yourself compelled during moments of boredom to use your browser to look up lesbian material on the web. This will give you pleasure. Looking at these images, you will find yourself day dreaming and fantasizing about other women as well as your Mistress.

Changing to the Smoking Lips Black theme will increase your attraction to women who smoke seductively. You will find their smokey allure even more captivating. You will also occasionally find yourself compelled, during moments of boredom, to use your browser to look at smoking fetish material on the web. This will give you pleasure. Looking at these images will increase your desire to smoke seductively for your Mistress.

As usual, work computers are exempt from this suggestion.
*/OBEY*

I also wanted to say a quick thank you for the positive responses to may last entry, What makes someone a hypno-fetishist?. I'm glad you found my musings interesting. I will endeavour to post more entries of that style in future.

~ Mistress Winters ~

What makes someone a hypno-fetishist?

A question was asked recently on a comment on Lex and Liz's Blog, Dan(I've just discovered your blog as a result of this comment) asked: "I do wonder why more people don't do this sort of hypnosis. It is rather fun."

It's a good question. Why is hypnosis fetishism, or just hypnosis in sex, relationships, etc. such a niche interest, enjoyed by such a small minority of people?

As Dan rightly says, it certainly is fun! It also has the benefit of being something that can be enjoyed by anyone, in the comfort of their own home, and completely for free!

Hypnosis isn't exactly an unknown thing. It's been on tv in various forms for years, from the 90's stage shows of Paul Mckenna, to today's king of mind control Derren Brown. It's also well known in it's context of hypnotherapy. So if people know about hypnosis, and know what it can do, why don't more people think of it's other (more fun) potential applications?

The image of the evil hypnotist, or the hypnotic seductress has appeared in countless films and works of fiction for decades, and probably centuries. Even in (or perhaps particularly in) childrens films and programs... I'm sure you'll all be familiar with Kaa from the jungle book. So even from an early age the ideas are planted in people's minds... yet only a small number of people ever decide to try it for themselves...

So perhaps that leads to another question... "What makes someone a hypno-fetishist?...

What makes one person become interested in erotic hypnosis, when others aren't?. What is it that makes me (and if you are reading this, probably you as well) different from everyone else?

My theory is that the idea of possessing a 'special ability' that allows you to have advantages, or in fact power over other people, tends to appeal most to those people who feel like they are to some extent an outsider in society... perhaps on the lower rungs of the social ladder... they see hypnosis as a way of getting the things that they otherwise cannot. To look at it another way, if they could get these things in other ways, they probably wouldn't have ever thought of using hypnosis.

An analogy would be to compare hypno-fetishism to the appeal comic books about super heroes and villains, or fantasy stories and RPGs about magic and sorcery and epic battles, have with the geekier fringes of society. I must point out I say this as a massive geek myself, to quote family guy "that's our word! only we get to call ourselves that! not you!". The appeal is based around wanting a way of escaping your hum drum existence and be somebody, someone special, to rise up to the top that social ladder, perhaps to get above those you feel have previously enjoyed advantages over you, or kept you down.

Erotic Hypnosis, or some form hypnotic seduction, I think probably would appeal to those people who struggle with sex and relationships for one reason or another. It may be something that a larger number of people will think about, but for a lot of those, who might be happier with their love lives, the thoughts will just be in passing, and not something that they will actually do something about. It takes quite a strong desire to actively dedicate time and effort into finding, and studying the information required to act on that fantasy.

In my case I've suffered since my early teens with crippling shyness and anxiety, which meant I found it extremely difficult to find relationships. Coupled with the fact I wasn't much of a looker when I was young, and didn't start to blossom until my early 20s. There was also my confused sexuality. All this lead to me being very awkward around people in general, and even more so around those I was attracted to.

These factors eventually lead me to fantasizing about being able to hypnotize people and get those things that I'd been missing out on... for me, it was sex, pure and simple. I was a hormonal, frustrated teenager, who'd never been in love, never even kissed a girl, and felt like with my looks and awkward social skills, I probably never would. So my desire was indeed strong. I wanted to be able to snap my fingers like Paul mckenna, and have women swooning infront of me and be under my spell.

So when I got access to the internet (it was pretty new at the time) one of the first things I looked up was hypnosis. I wont go over it all again, but to read about my early ventures into hypnosis, check out this old blog entry. I suspect my story might chime some bells with others reading this too.

You only have to look at how (extortionately priced) hypnosis courses are marketed on the internet. There are countless sites selling products marketed as turning 'unconfident losers' into ultra confident pick up artists, using 'power words' and 'top secret language patturns' to hypnotically seduce their quarry. There are also similarly marketed courses designed for sales men to 'seduce' customers and 'turn words into cash!'... all directly marketed at those who feel like failures on the fringes of society. And of course the extortionate price is justified because of the 'powerful knowledge' that they contain, only adding to it's mystique and image as elite secret knowledge.

The truth is, should they have the inclination, anybody can find vast amounts of information about hypnosis online for free. Yes there are products out there (Anthony Jaqcuin's book is particularly good.) that are worth paying for, but they aren't and needn't be so expensive and elitist. The knowledge really is out there for anyone who wants it. But the image of elite, powerful, top secret knowledge, known only to a select few, is an alluring one. It feeds your desire to hold power over people, and gain advantages over the rest of the world.

So does the erotic hypnosis community want to stay in it's niche?... does it want to stay small and unknown? ...It's certainly easy to understand how having a 'power' that only a small number of people possess can be alluring, and how it's spread to a wider community might lessen it's appeal. Perhaps more people don't know about erotic hypnosis is because we as a community don't talk about it with the un-initiated. Of course I talk about it when I am wanting to introduce partners or potential partners to the idea... but have I ever spoken about it, or recommended it to someone else as something to try with people? I can't say I have. How would I feel if erotic hypnosis was more common in society, and more people practised it?... To be totally truthful, I probably wouldn't like it. Because just like the people who market these courses costing hundreds of dollars want me to, I like the idea that what I do is rare and that it in some way sets me above the rest of the world. And somewhat selfishly, I'd prefer it to stay that way. Am I alone in this? I suspect not.

There is also of course the more innocent reason of being afraid of talking about your fetish to those that don't know about it, for fear of being thought a weirdo or a pervert, and if you are an unconfident person to begin with, or someone that is used to rejection, that fear will be all the more real. So the reluctance to talk about it will be strong.

This is of course, mostly from the point of view of the hypnotist. The appeal of hypnosis to a subject will of course be different. I am unable to speak from direct experience here, but I suspect that for most, hypnosis is not so much a fetish in it's own right (though it could be for some I am sure), as an extension of a pre existing kink for submission. As a subject, you don't have to actively research or learn anything (though it could be said that going into a deep trance is something that you learn), what you need is a partner who possesses such skills themselves and the desire to use them in the way you want, something that is altogether more difficult to find. Also, I have a suspicion that if hypnosis was more commonly practised by people, to the point where most people dabbled in it, it's appeal to the submissive would be lessened. Just like it is for the hypnotist, I think the image of hypnosis as a mysterious and powerful thing only adds to it's allure for the submissive, and adds to the attraction of the hypnotist.

I wont focus too much on the submissive side of the equation, as I suspect as someone on the other side of the watch, I wouldn't really do it justice. I think though that it is in the nature of dominant and submissive roles, that the dominant is the one that would most likely initiate D/s activities in a relationship, and as such, outside of the enclosed communities found on the net, it is the hypnotist that would have to take the step of introducing new people to their kink. A step that as I outlined above, is one that most will for whatever reason be reluctant to take, much more so than with more common kinks.

It is therefore mostly down to individuals to seek out and discover the fetish on their own. But also as I describe above, the nature of hypnosis fetishism, is that it will only be a small minority of freaks, geeks, and misfits that will have a strong enough desire to actively do so.

So all things considered, it's unsurprising that the hypno-fetish community is so small, it's in it's very nature to be that way. Access to the internet has no doubt led to a greater number of people discovering it, but I can't see hypno-fetishism as we know it expanding beyond the dark corners of society any time soon.

~ Mistress Winters ~

Room Service - Part 3

Lisa and I had spent out first day and night together. Today was our last full day, as we had to check out of the hotel first thing tomorrow and Lisa had take the long journey home. After the fun of yesterday, we had slept soundly.

Lisa had packed an extra little treat in her bag. Her strapon. She'd only used it a few times, only a couple of which were actually with a woman, and I'd never used one at all. I didn't have as much of a thing for them then as I do now, but I was certainly curious. So we were both in for a treat.

Having had a fair amount of success with the suggestion of transplanting pleasure from her clit to else where in her body, I thought that what I was about to try might work well.

Some lesbian, or bisexual women, when asked what they'd do if they woke up one morning in possession of a penis, will answer quite enthusiastically that it'd be great fun, and they'd use it to fuck every girl that was going. Of course it is assumed that this change wouldn't be permanent, the reaction may not be the same if it were, none the less, the possession of a penis is for some gay and bi women, a bit of a fantasy. For me personally though, I'd be mortified, and I know many others who would be the same. I was unsure what Lisa would think about it. Of course I could have just asked her, but where's the fun in that? ;~)

As I mentioned before. I'd been unable to induce visual hallucinations with Lisa, so making her actually see the strapon as a real penis attached to her body wasn't going to work. But I had managed to successfully induce some tactile and specifically sexual feelings, so I gave her suggestions that made her feel the strapon as if it was part of her, even if visual element wasn't there.

I zapped Lisa back under and had her lay on the bed. As she lay relaxed and limp, I undressed her, which wasn't as easy as I had anticipated, as Lisa was a couple of stone heavier than me and not easy to lift, but I enjoyed the challenge. Then I put the strapon on her, and made sure the straps were securely fitted.

I sat on the bed along side her, and began to once again talk her into a state of arousal, which by this point did not take long at all. I then took the strap on gently in my hand, and as I gave and reinforced the suggestion of feeling pleasure, I began to stroke and fondle the soft black dildo. She responded slowly at first, but suddenly it seemed to take effect, and as I continued playing with the dildo more and more, she gasped and started to moan.

At that point I decided to wake her up and let her really enjoy it. I leaned forward and began to suck and gently nibble on her nearest nipple, as I continued to play with her newest erogenous zone.

The look on Lisa's face was quite something... a mix of shock, delight and, confusion. In between gasps and moans, Lisa managed to get out the words "Oh Babe... suck it..."

In the days before I realised I was gay (how did I not know I was a raging lezza? lol) I had given a blow job or 2... I can't say they were particularly enjoyable experiences, but none the less, I at least had some frame of reference to draw upon. This particular blow job though, I found much more fun... not to mention less messy!

As I lapped my tongue against the tip of the dildo, lisa took a deep, sharp breath and let out a deep guttural moan. Obviously she was very much enjoying it. This scenario felt a little strange to me, but clearly was also very weird for her as well... and her mixture of being slightly freaked out whilst simultaniously edging closer to orgasm really turned me on. This spurred me on, and I opened my mouth and guided the dildo inside.

As my lips and tongue slid up and down, Lisa thrust her hips and arched her back in pleasure. As close as she got to cumming, she couldn't quite get there. Without direct stimulation of her pussy, she could only get so close. The effects of my suggestions were strong, but still not powerful enough to take her all the way. But that was ok, I wasn't done yet anyway. I sat up and told her to stand up. I then leaned myself over the bed, and indicated to her to fuck me.

I'm not ashamed to admit, I watch a fair amount of porn. And in my time I have seen so many half hearted strapon videos, with girls that don't really know what they are doing... it's a bit off putting. Lisa though certainly knew what she was doing. She slowly slid her new appendage inside me, took hold of hips, and off she went. Slowly at first, but as we both got more and more into it, she got faster and faster. The girth of the strapon was more than I was used to, I'd rarely experience more than a finger or 2, but I was so turned on that it didn't matter. I'd been on the verge of orgasm after what seemed like a pretty short period of time, and tried to hold it back as long as I could. I wanted Lisa to cum too, and I knew once I was done, it would be over, so I need her to cum soon. Thankfully, the dildo was well position, and pressed against her clit with each thrust, soon she cumming and I knew I could go for it. I thrust my hips back towards her, and as we got into rhythm, by buttocks slapped against her. My first experience with a strapon was certainly an exciting one.

Exhausted once again, we flopped down onto the bed. Lisa's strapon wobbling comically as she did so. And as we laughed, of course it jiggled around more. Lisa couldn't resist playing with it, forgetting that she could still feel through it. Having only just cum, lisa was already turned on again and started to masturbate, albeit in a way she'd never done before. This was a vicious cycle, as now I was watching her masturbating and getting turned on by the continuing effects my suggestions were having on her.

I began touching myself as well, but I was too sensitive so soon after my orgasm. As much as I wanted to carry on the fun, I couldn't. I was knackered, and also, hungry too :~P. I knew that if I left lisa to it, she'd probably sit there playing for the next half an hour, so I zapped her back to sleep. I relaxed her and calmed her down, then told her when I woke her, she'd get dressed so that we could get some food. While I was at it a devilish idea popped into my head, and I gave her the suggestion that she'd be unable to remove the strapon no matter how hard she tried.

When I woke her, she did as suggested and started to get dressed, she put on her bra and a top, then tried to unfasten the straps on the harness. Funnily enough, they wouldn't work, she couldn't get it undone, much to her frustration and secret amusement. My amusement wasn't so secret.

Lisa: How are we supposed to go out for food with me wearing this?!

MW: Not my problem (laugh)

Lisa: It's not funny! help me!

MW: Just put something on over the top of it...

Lisa: I can't, I'll have a bulge!

MW: Well the way I see it, we have 2 options... We can go out, and you can try your best to hide it... or.... we can order room service...

Lisa: Room service please!

I told lisa to phone and order the food. I waited a few minutes, then said I was just popping to the bathroom. I wickedly decided to have a shower and leave her to answer the door for the food, knowing she'd have to do so still wearing her strapon. After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door, followed by Lisa knocking at the bathroom door.

Lisa: Babe the food is here!

MW: I'm in the shower, will you get it?

Lisa: I can't looking like this!

MW: Well... you'll have to... you can't leave them waiting (laughs)

Lisa opened the bathroom door and quickly grabbed a dressing gown, which she tied around her as best she could to hide the strapon, then rushed out to answer the door and accept the food. When she came back, she was bright red with embarrassment.

Lisa: Oh my god! That was so embarrassing! I tried to hide it but I'm certain she spotted it!

MW: (Laughs)

Lisa: You're evil!

I made her wear the strapon all afternoon. She had to eat with it on, use the loo with it on, even shower with it on. She said it was a very weird experience. I also gave her the suggestion that she wouldn't be able to feel anything in her pussy, and would only feel pleasure when the dildo was touched. She found this quite unsettling, as it meant she could only masturbate using the strapon... it didn't seems so weird earlier, but now that it was her only means of sexual pleasure, it was different. I of course, teased her with this mercilessly. Making her reluctantly pleasure herself in this strange way.

In the evening I finally allowed her to take off the strapon and gave her the use of her girly parts again, which was of course shortly followed by yet more self pleasuring, leading onto her being pressed against the wall as I finger fucked her to yet another climax.

After she'd once again regained her composure we decided that since this was the last night we'd have together, we'd do what we'd planned to last night, and head downstairs to the bar for some drinks, some food, and maybe a bit more fun in a more public setting.

We drank, we ate, and yes, we had a bit more fun as well. Both of us were afraid of being caught, so I didn't do anything too obvious. The riskiest was a bit of arousal and forced masturbation under the table. Lisa was wearing a skirt (by my suggestion) and was compelled to play with herself through her tights. She tried to fight it, but much like an itch that you just have to scratch, the urge was too strong and she couldn't resist. I don't know whether it was the embarrassment, the fear of being seen, or the finger on her clit, but she once again went bright red. I told her that she'd only be able to stop once she was right on the edge of orgasm, making sure to emphasise that she must stop before she did orgasm... this left her with the puzzling dilemma of continuing slowly as she was doing, prolonging the embarrassment and associated risk of being caught, or speeding up so that she reached the required level of arousal quicker, but in doing so made herself more noticeable and also risking going too far and actually cumming... watching her weigh the pros and cons as she did it was exquisite. After a couple of minutes of to-ing and fro-ing, she decided to go for it and get there as quick as possible.

All too quickly, time slipped away, and although there was still so much I wanted to do (why do the best ideas always come to you when you're unable to act on them?), we had to go to bed sometime, and after another quick but intense session when we got back to the room (the second the door closed if truth be told) to release the sexual tension we'd both worked up downstairs, we indeed headed for bed.

The next morning, inevitably the time came for us to check out of the hotel and for Lisa to go home. As we stood by her car for one last hug goodbye, I whispered in her ear "Sleep" I continued to hold her and gently guided her head to rest on my shoulder.

MW: When you get home the first thing you are going to want to do is take a nice hot shower. As soon as you feel the lovely, hot, soothing water against your skin, you're going to become instantly aroused... so aroused in fact that within seconds you're going to be on the edge of an orgasm. You wont be able to help yourself from masturbating... and all it will take will be the slightest touch of your fingers against your pussy to make you cum... you'll cum so hard, and you'll know that even though I'm not there, I will be responsible... and as soon as you cum, and as soon realise it's because of me, that will open a door in your mind, finally allowing me to make you cum whenever I wish, without even touching you... until then, you will be unaware of these suggestions, but from that moment on, whenever I say to you, in a commanding way, "Orgasm now", you will instantly feel the same intense, powerful orgasm, rush through your body. Every time I say "Orgasm now" with the intention of making you cum, you will cum hard and fast. Do you understand Lisa?...

Lisa: Yes Mistress

MW: Good girl. 1... 2... 3... wide awake... Have a safe journey home.

Lisa: Thanks babe... speak to you soon.

That night. As hoped, I got a text from Lisa.

"Babe, you're incredible! I just had a shower and... wow!... thank you! I need a lay down now lol x"

I called her, and when she answered I said just 2 words "ORGASM NOW"... I don't know whether she dropped the phone, or just simply couldn't keep it to her ear, but all I could hear were distant screams and moans... eventually she managed to talk into the phone again... saying in an out of breath voice "Thank you babe", I simply replied "Good girl. Night night" and hung up.

Fin.

~ Mistress Winters ~

As requested. Combined with the binaural file I suggested, this should work. Let me know how you get on.





~ Mistress Winters ~