Mistress Winters

Just Checking In

2010-04-17T18:18:00.001+01:00

Hello girls and boys. Just thought I had better check in as it has been a while since I have updated.

Things have been hectic lately and I have been away from home a lot and not had chance to blog. One day I will sort out a way to blog on the go. You wouldn't think it would be that hard in this day and age would you? But it seems my technological demands are quite high. (Once I can get my grubby mits on one of these *drools* it might be a bit easier. But until then, I apologise for my lack of updates.

Rest assured I haven't forgotten about you. I have been attempting to write some interesting blog entries, 3 of them in fact, but have yet to finish any of them. I will endeavour to get at least one of them finished and posted soon.

I've had a bit of a hypnosis drought lately. I have a keen subject all lined up, very keen in fact, she has practically begged me to hypnotize her (something that they usually only do once I have already hypnotized them :~P) . I'm more than willing to, but so far we've been unable to find a time and place to do it. Very frustrating. It's been a while and I am itching to get my fingers inside someone's mind... and other places.

I also just want to say well done to those of you who installed my special firefox personas. Shortly after posting about them, the lesbian and smoking fetish themes both had around 20 users, which was more than I was expecting, so I am very please as almost all of them were surely readers of this blog. Of course since then they have increased a lot (the lesbian theme is now up to 427) so I can't keep track of who is using them anymore. That doesn't mean you can stop though ;~).

~ Mistress Winters ~

Tinkering...

2010-02-28T18:17:00.005Z

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?

2010-02-26T19:42:00.003Z

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

2010-02-26T00:22:00.005Z

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 ~

2010-02-03T19:30:00.004Z

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

~ Mistress Winters ~

A belated happy new year to you all.

2010-01-23T03:01:00.001Z

Happy new year all. I hope 2010 is treating you well.

Just in case you missed it, Part 2 of Room Service is now up (see below). Sorry for the delay.

So, what's been happening with me lately.

Well, I spent the Christmas and new year period at my holiday retreat. I like to get away from it all at that time of year. It's not that I'm a Grinch (well, maybe a little bit), I just find the whole affair too much... when the shops start selling the Christmas stuff in September, is it any wonder I am sick of it by November?... Anyway. My retreat has only a temperamental dial up connection, which I have more as a "just in case" than anything else. When I'm there I like to be away from modern methods of communication as much as possible... as it happens, with all the snow we had, my phone line went down and I was cut off. I was also somewhat snowed in as well, so I was a little more isolated than I'd intended. But no matter.

For those of you who don't know, January the first was also my birthday. Yes, you thought all those fireworks were for new years day... How silly. They are to celebrate my birth of course. I was able to get out through the snow to celebrate a bit. It was a good night, I shall perhaps blog about it later. For now, it is late, and a mistress needs her beauty sleep (Especially now she's a year older. Booo!)

Before I go, as a little gift to the subs reading this(*waves* yes I mean you ;~)), I have created an exclusive Mistress Winters Firefox Theme/Persona. To use it, you will need to be running the latest 3.6 version of Firefox (If you aren't, update now),

Follow this link to install the theme: Personas for Firefox | Mistress Winters Theme

*OBEY*
This is an instruction for all subs. You will install my theme to your browser of your personal computer. Work computers are exempt.

You will continue to use this theme until further notice. Upon installing this theme for the first time, you will briefly feel pleasure level 2.

Whilst browsing with this theme, you will feel an underlying sense of contentment as you are reminded that your mistress is always with you.

Switching to any other theme will feel wrong.
*/OBEY*,

~ Mistress Winters ~

Room Service - Part 2

2010-01-23T01:33:00.008Z

Here is part 2 of my hotel hijinks with Lisa. It's a bit of a long one, so get yourself settled for the next few minutes. Are you comfortable? Then I'll begin ;~)

Lisa and I had arranged a date, booked a hotel room, and my first weekend of hypno-kinkiness was on. We'd arranged to meet in a public place in the city. I was worried I wouldn't recognise her in real life, but she looked just like she did in her pictures and on webcam and obviously so did I, so we spotted each other straight away.

I think she was quite nervous. So was I. We had a tentative kiss on the cheek and a hug, and decided to head straight for the hotel. We checked in, and instead of going straight up to the room, decided to go for a drink in the bar first. We both needed a drink to calm our nerves, and having a chat first instead of diving straight into to the sexy stuff seemed like a good idea. We had all weekend after all. She told me she was nervous, but still excited and up for it. I felt the same but tried too project a more outward appearance of confidence. We chatted for a while, but our relationship being what it was, we really didn't have very much in common other than our sexual interests, so our conversation quickly moved in that direction. She told me how gorgeous I was and I returned the compliment... we flirted. I put my hand on her knee and began sliding it up her leg... It didn't take long before we decided to head for our room.

As soon as we'd closed the door behind us, we headed straight for the bed. We layed down and began to kiss and let our hands wander. Clothes were quickly discarded and soon our hot sweaty bodies were doing whatever their urges demanded without thought or care. Soon we lay beside each other, naked, exhausted, but very satisfied. And we hadn't even gotten to any hypnosis yet. After about half an hour of catching our breath, whilst still lazily fumbling and groping each other, I decided it was time.

MW: Ok, I'm going to go and check out the bathroom and freshen up, I want you to put some clothes on, and get yourself sitting comfortably. Then when I come back I'm going to put you under.

Lisa said nothing but smiled nervously. I took my bag into the bathroom, and put on the outfit I'd picked out specially for the occasion. Not only did I look good in it, but I felt it created the right image. Powerful and commanding, so as to set the mood. I also made sure to touch up my eye makeup. I'm aware that my eyes are one of my best features, and a feature that comes in very handy for hypnosis, so making them demand attention with make up is something I like to do.

When I came out of the bathroom, Lisa was sitting on the sofa dressed and ready just as I had asked. Again, she said nothing, and just followed my lead. Already I was getting the sense that she was potentially a great subject.

I took her through a standard progressive relaxation induction, just as I had the first time I'd hypnotized my first subject at a party when I was 16, this time though, I felt more confident, I knew now that I could actually do it, and my carefully picked outfit gave me a feeling of strength. This time I didn't stumble over my words, I knew exactly what I had to do and I did it. Soon she was nice and loose and relaxed. Breathing deeply and slowly. Chest rising and falling with every breath. Focused totally on my words as I spoke softly and lead her deeper and deeper.

MW: As you sit there, so still... so calm... so relaxed... every muscle in your body loose... limp.... released of all stress...

...Your mind is focused on my words... washing over you and taking with them all your stresses, all your worries.... all your thoughts...

...Your mind is free... open... empty... ready to be filled by my voice... my words...

...All the while you are relaxing... sinking... deeper... and deeper...

... Now take another deep breath... in... and out... and just let your self go all the way down now... so deep...

MW: Now what I want you to do, is imagine there are 2 helium baloon, tied to each of your wrists. 2 big... pink... floating balloons... tied to your wirsts... and they are gently... pulling your arms into the air...

...gently... but firmly... pulling both of your arms into the air...

...slowly at first... but faster and faster...

...and the higher they go, the lighter your arms feel... and the lighter your arms feel... the easier it is for them to float higher... and higher.....

Her arms followed my suggestions, and began to lift... and soon they were floating above her head.

MW: Now, in a moment, I'm going to say "SNIP SNIP", and when I do, you'll feel the strings attatched to your wrists cut, and your arms will drop down to your side... and when they do, you will relax and drop 10 times deeper than you are now...

... SNIP SNIP

Her arms dropped to her side, and she let out a soft sigh as her body relaxed and she went deeper.

MW: Good girl... just go even deeper... so relaxed... so deep...

... Totally at peace... Just drifting... calm... content... happy... deep...

Because it feels so good to go this deep, and to feel so relaxed, I'm going to give you a special word... that whenever I say it and snap my fingers, or touch you on the forehead, you will instantly just drop right back down even deeper than you are now...

...no matter what you are doing, what you are thinking... you will instantly drop straight down, even deeper, and even more calm than you are now... just like when I cut the strings on the balloon...

...the special word is 'SLEEP'... whenever I say the word "SLEEP" you will instantly drop straight back down into this relaxed, calm, sleepy state... and go even deeper than before... just like you did when I cut the strings on the balloon...

I then gave her a count from 10-1 to slowly bring her around.

MW: How do you feel?

Lisa: ... er... good... really relaxed... felt like I could have nodded off if I'd wanted.

MW: Good. Do you feel hypnotized?

Lisa: Erm... I'm not sure. I definitely feel a bit... trippy?

MW: Do you remember any of the induction?

Lisa: Yeah... I remember my arms and legs feeling heavy... my eyes feeling tired... erm... then the balloons....

MW: Ok. How did it feel when I cut your strings?

Lisa: Erm... just really relaxing... like... getting into bed after a long day... just kind of... flopping.

MW: And that feels good doesn't it?

Lisa: Yeah

MW: Do you remember me giving you a special trigger?

Lisa: Erm... I don't know... I think so.

MW: SLEEP *snap*

The trigger worked well. It wasn't totally instant and dramatic like I'd seen on videos, but it worked. I woke her up and continued to test it a couple more times whilst talking to her to see how she was doing. To be honest I could have done that a dozen more times, it was such a thrill. Each time I put her to sleep she dropped deeper, just as I had told her too.

While she was sat, head slumped against the back of the sofa, I came and sat on her lap, straddling her legs and staring straight into her face. Then I woke her up. This startled her a little, but I could tell just by the look on her face that it excited her as well. Her face flushed and I could practically see her heart beating though her chest.

MW: Hello...

Lisa: Hello...

MW: How does it feel when I do that?

Lisa:... Strange... but good...

MW: And how does it feel waking up and finding me on your lap?

Lisa: Strange... but good (laughs)... er... I guess its like when your attention drifts elsewhere for a bit... like you're just in a bit of a daze and then you realise someone is trying to talk to you and weren't listening...

MW: Yes

Lisa: Like a moment ago you were sitting on the edge of the bed, then I suppose you said your magic word and I drifted off and then next thing I know you're sitting on me (laughs)

MW: Does it feel like any time has passed? or is it just like *ping* one minute I'm there, next i'm here.

Lisa: No... erm... I can tell that time has passed... I'm just not totally sure how long... was it long?

Instead of answering her, I just tapped her on the forehead and told her to sleep. I then carefully unbutton the top 2 or 3 buttons on her shirt. Then, whist deepening her, and suggesting that she need pay no attention to what I was doing, I got off her lap, eased apart her legs, and gently removed her knickers... They were deliciously moist. Then, replacing her legs as they were, I got back on her lap, once again staring right at her, placed her knickers cheekily between my teeth, and woke her up.

Lisa: (laughs) Oh my god!

I didn't need to ask. She knew what I'd done. Using my thumb and my teeth, I playfully catapulted her knickers across the room, then leaned and and let my lips go to work on her neck. After a few minutes of kissing, nibbling, groping and general heavy petting, and after I'd got her to a fair state of undress, shirt and bra off, skirt hitched well up, I zapped her again.

With her head slumped back, lips parted, I continued. I nibbled her ear lobes, gave my tongue a little flick inside her ear. She let out a very soft moan, but didn't move a muscle... I reached down and slid 2 fingers across her warm, wet pussy and then moved them up into her mouth, depositing her juices onto her tongue and lips. Then I got down onto my knees and had a taste of my own. Once again she let out soft sighs of pleasure, but her body still remained limp and relaxed. I continued to go down on her until she was panting and beginning to moan, and I was almost ready to explode. Then, with 2 fingers inside of her, and my tongue on her clit, I woke her up. She screamed out in pleasure, arched her back and pressed her thighs against me. Within seconds she was cumming. Loudly and uncontrollably. As she was still spasming and gasping for air like a fish out of water on the couch, I was laying back on the floor and finishing myself off, which didn't take long at all, and soon we were once again laying flushed, sweating and catching our breath. She later told me that the thrill of waking up and realising what was happening was so powerful, that it gave her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Like waking up in the middle of a sexy dream and finding out it was real... a pleasure I didn't fully appreciate until a few years later.

Over the next few hours I tried out lots of things with her. Some successful, and some not so successful. As I mentioned previously, Lisa was quite into bondage and restraint. Some light bondage suggestions worked quite well on her. I successfully managed to have her arms tied to the bed with invisible ropes. However I was unable to get a full freeze trigger to work on her. She also responded well to arousal suggestions and I was able to talk her to high states of pleasure... I couldn't however get her to orgasm, not simply by suggestion anyway... though she said she was very close. I tried a few visual hallucinations, such as nakedness, trick mirrors, bigger breasts, but with little success. One thing we were both particularly keen to do was hypnotic blindness, but as with the others, we couldn't get it to work. But luckily Lisa had actually bought a blindfold with her, so instead I gave her the suggestion that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remove the blindfold. That worked like a charm, and she very much enjoyed it.

By the evening, thought it might be fun to go back down to the bar and try some naughtiness in a more public setting. But Lisa said she was exhausted from a long mornings travelling and a very hot afternoon and evening of kinky fun. I could see her point, and I certainly didn't want to push her too hard, so we decided to get an early night. We both slept soundly, that was for sure.

.... And there girls and boys, is where I will leave part 2 of the story. I had wanted to sew it all up in just 2 parts, but there is just too much to fit in, so I'm afraid it's going to have to be a trilogy.

I will some other updates soon, and part 3 will follow in due course.

TTFN,

~Mistress Winters~

New Look

2009-12-09T23:10:00.006Z

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

2009-12-05T23:23:00.005Z

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

2009-12-03T21:09:00.003Z

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...

2009-11-11T01:25:00.002Z

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!

2009-11-08T19:11:00.009Z

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.

2009-11-06T17:18:00.005Z

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. ;~)

2009-01-23T20:01:00.004Z

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!

2008-12-31T16:50:00.006Z

First off, I just want mention the new banner for this blog. I knocked it up myself, and am quite pleased with it, I hope you like it... and yes, those are my own eyes, so feel free to stare ;~)

Time for part 3 of the story of Katie.

Katie and I had now been together for more than 6 months. We were now in what could genuinely be called a relationship. I had been introduced to her parents, which was slightly awkward, I'm sure they are entirely comfortable with their only daughter being bisexual, much less in a full on relationship with me. Needless to say, they were completely in the dark about our love of hypnosis, in fact nobody else knew, it was our dirty little secret... and that often made it all the more exciting.

By now I had given her many triggers, some new and still works in progress, but some deeply ingrained and very effective. One of these very effective triggers was her FREEZE trigger. We'd worked out several different variations of freeze triggers, some would only freeze certain body parts, one would freeze her from the neck down, leaving her free to talk, one would freeze her entirely leaving her unable to talk, but still conscious, and the most extreme would leave her totally frozen not only in body, but in mind, as if on pause, frozen in time, and when she was un-frozen she would not be aware of any time having passed.

We'd played a little with triggers around other people and in public situations, but we'd always kept it subtle, seeing how far we could push things, but still not wanting to be 'caught'... Katie and I had been talking it and it seemed both of us were actually quite keen on the idea that we actually could be 'caught' and that it might be fun to let someone else in on our little secret. She liked the idea of being triggered with somebody else watching... something along the lines of being frozen and played with. Totally powerless as the the other person looks on. Perhaps even letting the other person play with her as well. The more we talked about it, the more we liked it, and the more ideas we came up with. We both decided that involving a 3rd person was what we wanted, and we agreed that person had to be female.

We placed a few ads on some adult contacts sites and alternative lifestyle sites, catering to BDSM and fetishes etc. But had little success finding someone suitable. Despite specifically requesting females we received a lot of email from men, or transvestites wanting a mistress to 'feminize' them, which although I wish them every success in, is not something that really interests me. We did get some replies from women, but after exchanging a few messages it became clear they weren't as serious about it as we were, and we curious more than anything and just wanted to live out their fantasy online instead of for real. So we gave up on the online idea, and decided the best way was the direct approach. It was time to take it to the streets.

I'd met Katie in a club, and we both thought the way forward was to try the same approach again, and meet someone in a club. Now, my stage hypnosis days were behind me by now. Obviously I still had the magic, but I was out of the game, I had no contacts, no stage team to handle the lights and sound etc. so doing a stage show myself was not an option this time. So we decided to just go clubbing and see what happened. We got dressed up in our sexiest outfits (ok not our absolute sexiest outfits, we didn't want to be mistaken for prostitutes!) and we hit the town. We'd go out a couple of times a week, to different bars and clubs. We don't exactly live in a bustling metropolis, so the night life is not amazing, but it's ok. If you go out enough, you do seem to run into the same people again and start to recognise faces. There were a few girls who caught our eyes. It would usually be Katie that would do the talking, which was an interesting reversal of the the usual dynamic in our relationship (i.e me being in control), she was actually the more confident of the two of us in social situations. You'll remember from previous entries that it was actually her who approached me when we met. Most of them were happy to laugh and flirt with her, but when she mentioned that I was her girlfriend, they suddenly be a lot less interested. I'm not sure if that is because the didn't like the idea of sharing, or just because they found me intimidating. Perhaps both.

Eventually though, after a few weeks of going to clubs and chatting girls up, Katie found one that took the bait, who when she was invited over to meet the girlfriend, was more than happy to come and chat. Katie was very good at being openly flirtatious with the girl, but at the same time showing her attachment to me. Holding my hand, whilst simultaneously touching the other girls hair.... sitting on my lap, but stroking the girls leg as she sat beside us... I hadn't briefed her on any of it, it was all her own idea... she was a natural. The girls name was Claire, a sweet looking girl, petite, a little chubby (not a bad thing in my opinion) slightly tomboyish in her baggy jeans, but with a cute feminine charm at the same time. Katie had excellent taste if I did say so myself :~P

Eventually the subject came up of what we do for a living, I said that I was a stage hypnotist, a white lie since I hadn't done a show in a while, but was a way of bringing hypnosis into the conversation, which was the goal after all.

Claire: Ooh a hypnotist. How cool!

Mistress Winters: Thank you, i like to think so.

Claire: I bet it's so much fun!

MW: I have to admit, it really is.

C: I bet she's hypnotized you [katie] hasn't she?

Katie: Haha, she has actually

C: Haha! Really?

Katie: Yep, loads of times!

C: Wow! make her bark like a dog! haha

MW: I'm afraid I can't, not in front of all these people, it might look a little strange.

C: Oh I don't believe you. You haven't really hypnotized her have you.

MW: I have

K: She really has

C: Prove it! You have to show me or I wont believe you!

I looked at Katie who was still sitting on my lap, she looked at me and smiled, as if to say "I trust you, do what you want". I took my arm that was wrapped around her back and move my hand up to her forehead, gave her a little tap and told her to SLEEP. Her head slumped forward and I felt her body go limp. I guided her head onto my shoulder, and to prevent her sliding off my lap, which I could feel starting to happen, I put my arm back around her and held her tight. To anyone else in the club who might look, it would just look like she was cuddling up to me.

C: oh my god! that is so freaky!

MW: Cool huh?

C: haha! it's hilarious!

MW: Are you convinced?

C: Hmmm I don't know, I suppose.... but she could just be pretending.

MW: Give her a poke.

Claire poked her in the stomach and giggled, Katie didn't react

MW: Go on, give her a bit of a tickle.

Claire tickled her sides and giggled some more. Katie still didn't react.

C: Maybe she's not ticklish

MW: Why don't pick up the candle on the table... now subtly, so nobody gets suspicious, why don't you pour the hot wax onto her leg.

Claire did as she was asked, and picked up the candle in the middle of the table. It was one of those ones in it's own little glass pot, and had lots of hot molten wax inside. Katie was wearing a skirt that night and no stockings or tights, so when Claire poured the wax it went straight onto her skin, it trickled down her thigh slightly, before quickly setting hard as it cooled on her skin. Katie didn't flinch at all.

C: That' so weird!

MW: Now do you believe us?

C: Ok, maybe she is hypnotized. Make her do something!

MW: I can't not here, there are to many people.

C: Oh you're no fun!

MW: Katie, 3, 2, 1, wakey wakey

Katie opened her eyes, lifted her head, and smiled embarrassedly, then looked down at her leg and saw the wax on her leg, and quickly pulled her skirt over her legs to cover it.

C: Haha, does she do that to you a lot?

K: Yes quite a lot!

C: and you don't mind?

K: No it's fun.

C: I wanted her to mess with you but she wouldn't

K: Well she messes with me often enough at home really... Why don't you come back with us and we can show you more... have some fun away from all these people.

Katie again started to give Claire her flirtatious look and stroked her leg. I could tell by the look on Claire's face that she was a little unsure. But I could also tell she was curious and wanted to say yes.

C: erm... ok...

And with that, we hailed a taxi and headed home. Claire didn't say much the whole way home. She was understandably nervous. Katie kept touching her hand reasuringly and smiling. When we go i told Claire to take a seat, and offered her a drink. She declined saying she was fine.

MW: So what you like to do?

C: Er.... I don't know...

MW: Go on, anything you want, just ask....

C: I don't know really...

Katie just stood there in excited anticipation. I zapped her with her mannequin trigger. We had varying degrees of freeze trigger, so would freeze specific body parts, hands, feet, arms, legs, etc. One would freeze her from the neck down, allowing her to still talk and react to what I did to her. One would freeze her whole body, leaving her unable to move or speak at all, but still aware of what was going on. And the final trigger would freeze her totally and also blank her mind, as if she was on pause, or frozen in time, unaware of anything that happened, and would wake feeling no time had passed. Her mannequin trigger was the one that would freeze her body entirely, but she was still aware. I started playing with Katie. Moving her, posing her, playing with her. I then walked over to the sofa and took Claire by her hand and lead her towards Katie. Claire said nothing, but had a mischievous smile on her face, it was very cute. I took her hands, and I placed them on Katie's breasts and helped her give them a little squeeze. Claire giggled again.

MW: Go ahead, have a play, she can't move, she's like a mannequin

C: Does she know what's going on?

MW: Yep, she's in there. She knows exactly what's going on. She can see and feel everything. She just can't move.

Claire started moving Katie around, and touching her body. Tentatively at first, gently cupping her breasts, and grabbing her bum. But got progressively more daring, and started posing her in more provocative positions and letting her hands wander more. Then she ask me if she was allowed to kiss her. Feeling fairly confident that Katie would be comfortable with that, I said yes. Claire put her hands on katies hips and stood on her tip toes and gave her gentle kiss on the lips. Knowing that being left in mannequin mode for to long can be quite tiring for a Katie, once Claire had finished her kiss and their lips were separated, I gave Katie the word that would put her back to normal. She again gave a bashful smile, and both of them had a bit of a giggle

C: Could you really not move?

K: Nope, not at all.

C: That's so freaky! I don't think I can't get my head around that... I just can't imagine what it would feel like.

K: Well I am supposed to feel like a mannequin, but I think it feels more like being made of wood, like a puppet, rather than plastic like a manneqin.

C: I don't think it would work with me, I'd just move! haha.

K: Ah you say that, but it's different once you've felt it... it's like when you're in the moment, it just feels natural and you can't help yourself.

C: So... does she make you do stuff then?... like... stuff you don't want to do.

K: Well... sort of... but not stuff that I REALLY don't want to do, just stuff that I didn't think I wanted to do... but somehow when she describes it, it starts to feel like something that I actually do want to do.

C: but like... can she can order you to... you know, have sex with you and stuff?... and you have to do it...

K: Well... not that she needs to order me... but yeah, she can pretty much get me to do whatever she wants.

MW: She enjoys it as much as I do though really.

K: Yeah I do.

MW: Have you have experimented with a bit of bondage in the bedroom?... hand cuffs and stuff?

C: Yeah, loads of times:

MW: Well its a bit like that really. When you are hand cuffed to the bed, you are surrendering power to your partner, and letting them do things to you, and you can't stop them... well it's like that really. Except the restraints are in her mind... and just like the hand cuffs, I was only able to put them there, because she trusted me.... Do you see?...

C: Sort of... I suppose.

MW: Let me show you something.

I took out a £5 note from my purse, and handed it to Claire, and told her to slip it into the waist band of Katie's skirt. Katie again smiled embarrassedly because she knew what was about to happen. I'd given her a trigger, that whenever I slipped a bank not into her waste band, she'd become an erotic dancer, and give me a lap dance. I'd actually specifically made the trigger so that it only worked when I did it, just in case someone else ever got cheeky and managed to trigger her! But I was hoping that since I was present, and that had told Claire to do it, her brain would accept the command and the trigger would work... and it did. The expression on her face immediately changed, and she went straight into her dance as Claire sat in the chair and watched on with nervous excitement.

MW: what she's doing now, is she is living out a fantasy in her head... in her mind, she totally believes she is an erotic dancer. We are not in my flat, we are in the middle of a busy lap dancing club, it's dark and there is smoke in the air, and people drinking and enjoying dances themselves... but that's all a little blurry and hazy, because she's not really paying attention to that... she's just focus completely on her dance... and on you... totally engrossed in the moment, and playing her part in the fantasy.

I was explaining this to Claire so that she had some insight into what was going on, but also I was talking to Katie and enforcing the trigger, just to make sure that it was working properly while she danced for Claire instead of me.

I let Katie dance for a couple of minute as we both sat on the sofa and enjoyed the dance. Then I handed Claire another note to slip into her waste line, this was a secondary trigger that made her start to strip. Katie accepted the trigger perfectly and as she danced, removed her top and skirt, and then continued to dance in her underwear. I let Katie continue to dance for another couple of minutes, the stood up from the sofa and triggered her into trance, she immediately stopped dancing and stood still and let her head slump forwards. I then guided her to sit down onto the sofa.

MW: Good girl Katie... now me and Claire are going to talk to you now, and ask you a few questions... you're going stay totally entranced... and you're just going answer 100% honestly, with whatever it is that comes into your head... saying exactly what you think, as you think it... do you understand?

K: Yes Mistress

MW: Good girl

C: She calls you mistress?

MW: Yes, only when she in trance normally, though she does say it sometimes when she's awake... I think that's mostly tongue in cheek though, as I haven't told her to do that... Katie... how do you feel right now?

I knew full well what the answer to this would be... her dancer trigger always has the same effect on her... she gets so sucked into the illusion, and takes on the role so fully, that she always wakes from it feeling the same way...

K: Horny

MW: How horny... on a scale from 1 to 10?

K: About a 9

MW: very horny then... and wet to I see.

K: Yes... wet...

MW: Claire is there anything you would like to ask Katie?

C: err.... do you find me attractive?

K: Yes

C: Did you like it when I kissed you?

K: Yes... a lot... because I couldn't stop you...

C: are you really wet?

K: Yes... really wet?

MW: have a look, you can see through her knickers... Katie... is it ok if Claire feels to see how wet you are?

K: Yes

MW: go ahead, touch her and see

Claire tentatively reached over and put her fingers onto Katies by now really quite soaked knickers. As her fingers gently made contact with the cloth, Katie let out a soft moan...

MW: I think she likes it... is that nice Katie?

K: Mmmm yes.

MW: What would you like Claire to do now?

K: Finger me.

At the this point the night got very interesting. Claire continued to be nervous through out, but still continued. The 2 of us made love to Katie for the next hour, and by all accounts she had the best sex of her life. Claire very much enjoyed herself as well, and as you will soon discover in future entries, was to become a more regular feature of our hypnotic exploits... but you'll have to wait until next time to read more...

... Oh yes, I am a tease, but you know you love it ;~) x

Extreme Makeover

2008-12-30T17:08:00.006Z

Appologies for not blogging for a while, I have been otherwise engaged with my other activities... some of which I am sure you will hear about soon enough ;~) Anyway, for now, I would like to share with you another of my experiences with Katie.

Katie and I had been dating for a while now, and she was well on her way to fully becoming my sub, and we were both loving it.

One morning, after she had stayed the night at my place (she was spending many nights at my place by this point) I decided it was time for some more hypnotic fun. I'd put her under several times by this point, and had managed to get her quite deep on a few occasions. I had also given her a trigger to put her in trance, but she didn't go down as deep without an induction, and unless I specifically told her to forget what had happened, she would remember the trance, maybe not all of it, maybe just bits, but she would remember. And she would still on some level be aware of what was going on while she was under....

Now, for what I had planned that morning, I would need her to be completely unaware whilst she was under, which meant an induction, but I was feeling devious and I didn't want to just sit her down and let her know what was going on. I didn't want her to see it coming. I'd been working on my instant inductions, and had gotten quite good at them. It was just a case of finding the right deepening technique, which seemed to have worked out with Katie, and put in place a some anchors and triggers to enforce them. So I was confident that all the ground work was in place so that if I chose my moment, I could surprise her with a rapid induction, and put her down deep enough and quick enough, that she'd not know what hit her!

She was in the kitchen making a cup of tea, I tip toed in and she had her back to me waiting for the kettle boil (doesn't she know a watched pot never boils?!... or perhaps she was just day dreaming, which would make what I was about to do all the more effective) I snuck up behind her, and hit her with the induction, putting my hand over her eyes and pulling her backwards. I then used her trance trigger for added effect, and as I gently moved her backwards onto the floor, using our feet as a pivot, I fired off a few anchors and flooded her with deepeners. By the time I had bought her to rest on the kitchen floor, it seemed she was out like a light.

Now to carry out my plan... The kitchen wasn't the ideal place for it, as it was a little cramped, but I had (not by accident, I'd been plotting this down to the smallest detail for more than a week) managed to guide her down onto the rug. I took hold of the corners of the rug, and dragged her into the living room. The rug slid quite easily across the lino floor. I could have just told her to stand up and walk in, but that would slightly spoil the deeply relaxed state she was in, and also spoil some of the fun for me... I like the idea of controlling her lifeless body, but I wasn't really strong enough to carry her (and again, didn't want to spoil her deep relaxation).

Once in the living room with more room to manoeuvre, I stripped her naked, and put her clothes in a pile back in the kitchen. Now I took hold of the rug again and dragged her into the bathroom (very handy that I live in a flat and not a house! lol) I put a towel over the edge of the bath so that she would be comfortable, and then I slumped her over the edge of the bath as well, her arms flopped lifeless into the bath and her head and hair dangled over the side... she was so deep that she'd even been drooling a little, which I have to admit, is something that always turns me on (only in respect of a girl in a deep trance you understand!). I took the shower head, and began running the water, and trying to get it to the right temperature. In retrospect, I probably should have done this before I got her hanging over the edge of the bath, as had I accidentally sprayed her with freezing cold water, it could have startled her out of trance... also I could have used the cover that I was having a shower, so that she wouldn't expect me sneaking up on her... but it all worked out ok, so it doesn't matter. Once I had the water nice and warm (but not hot) I sprayed it onto her hair. I didn't want to completely soak her, then I would have to dry her again, I just wanted her hair damp. Once her hair was sufficiently moist, I put the lid of the toilet seat down, and sat her on it, making sure that she didn't fall off, by telling her to sit up straight. I brushed her hair back behind her shoulders. I then took a tub of vaseline, and began smearing it across her forehead, across her neck and shoulders, and over her ears...

Now at this point you've either worked out what I was about to do, or you are wondering what kind of bizarre fetish I was indulging! so I will explain. I was about to dye her hair. Of course I could have gotten her to dye her own hair if I had wanted, she almost certainly would have done it to please me, but where is the fun in that ;~). No. I wanted to do it myself, and I wanted to do it without her knowing. Which is why this had taken so much planning and effort. The vaseline was to stop the dye coming off onto her skin and staining it. I put on the rubber gloves and began applying the dye. Her hair was a light brown/dark blonde colour... fine in it's own way, but I wanted to change it. I wanted something striking, and obviously different. I went for black with a flash of bright pink. The instructions said for the dye to be left in for 30 minutes, so I left her sitting on the toilet for the next half an hour, making sure to pop back in regularly to whispers in her ear and make sure she stayed deeply in trance. Once 30 minutes had passed, I gently guided her back down over the edge of the bath, and rince the dye out, and then gently washed the vaseline off her skin. I then dryed her with a towel, and put her in the old tshirt that I had taken from the laundry, so that she wouldn't get cold. Then I gently got her back into the living room, and sat her down on the sofa. Phase one of my plan was now complete. It was time for phase 2.

For Phase two, it was time for her to get dressed. I had purchased a very sexy outfit for her online, and I had kept it hidden from her, so at this point she had never seen it. I carefully got her dressed, all the while still whispering sweet nothings to keep her nice and relaxed. She looked very good in her new out fit, but it needed more. It needed make-up. I quite enjoyed doing peoples make up and hair, i was quite good at it to, I think if I hadn't gone into the evil hypnotic mistress buisiness, I'd have made a good make-up artist or hair dresser. There is also something romantic and intimate about putting on your girlfriends makeup for her... and the added element of trance... that made it positively erotic! I had such an urge to masturbate as I was putting it on, but I knew I couldn't, I had to focus on the job in hand. Pleasure would come later. I was going for the sultry, gothic vamp look, she'd dabbled with this look a couple of times and I really liked it, always had gone for that look, and I wanted her to look like it more often. Again, I knew if I'd just asked, she would have done it herself... but where is the fun in that? ;~)

By the time I had got her dressed and done her makeup, her hair was nearly dry. I warmed up the straightening iron and started styling her hair. I even gave her a bit of a trim... this was after all supposed to be a complete new image.

It was done. She had new hair, a new out fit, new make-up.... she looked ravishing... I certainly wanted to ravish her anyway! To make the makeover complete, there was one last thing that needed to change, her personality. She was to become my slave, completely surrendering herself to me. I would own her. We'd been working on this together for a while now and making good progress (it always helps when the subject is as willing as I am), but there still needed to be a few finishing touches. The outer transformation would cement in her mind the transformation of her personality.... all that was left was to wake her up and reveal to her my handy work.

I had her lie down flat on the sofa, then I brought her around. She looked slightly disoriented and bewildered, much like she had done the first time I had brought her back to my place and put her under (see previous post). As I'd hoped, she'd had no awareness of being in trance, and the last thing she had remembered was being in the kitchen making a cup of tea. That was more than 2 hours ago, and she had no memory of anything in between.... Then she noticed the out fit.

Katie: Oh my god, what have you been doing?!

Mistress Winters: Do you like?

Katie: Oh my god, I love it! Where did you get it from.

Misteess Winters: I ordered it online, It arrived last week, but I have kept it hidden so it was a surprise.

Katie: Oh wow! thank you!

She was very happy with her new outfit, which I was glad about. I know that's not really the point, I was her mistress, and she my slave, she would wear what I told her to wear, but I'm not as cold hearted as I sometimes make out, and I was actually very happy she liked it. I suggested she should go check herself out in the mirror. She bounced happily into my bedroom where I have a full length mirror... then she noticed the hair... "OH MY GOD!" she again shouted. She was speechless for a few moments, trying to work out what had happened. She couldn't believe her eyes... literally. She thought that it was some sort of hypnotic hallucination... not surprising considering some of the tricks I had played on her in the past. But I explained to her it was no trick, it was real. She was stunned, and looked back into the mirror. That's when it seemed to click. Every thing started to sink in.

MW: How do you like the new you?

K: I love it.... Thank you so much!

MW: I'm glad you like it.

K: How can I repay you?

At that point I closed the bedroom door... What happened next? I will leave that to your imagination ;~)

Taking my first steps as a Hypno-Mistress

2008-03-23T19:13:00.013Z

As mentioned in a previous post, I met my first hypnosub girlfriend when I was 19, I wont use her real name for obvious reasons, but for this blog, she will be known as Katie.

I first met Katie at one of my stage hypnosis shows that I would do occasionally in pubs and clubs in and around the local area, as a way to earn extra beer money (and to extend my little hobby ;~) ). She was one of 14 people who volunteered to come up on stage for the show, 2 of which later bottled out as I was putting the first few under, and 2 more of which wouldn't go under (they had a little to much to drink, nothing to do with my limitless hypnotic powers! Mwahahahaaaa!... *ahem*)

Now as you can imagine, my shows tended to have a slightly saucy element to them, not to much, just a little fun, by no means to the extent that certain 'erotic hypnosis' shows do. But this girl took the saucy fun to another level, she was the star of the show. She always took the suggestions I gave her that little bit further. If i told her when the music started she would jump up and do sexy dance, she wouldn't just get up and shake her bum a bit, she'd go the whole hog (I actually had to stop her as I thought she was going to start taking her clothes off, and although that would have been a lovely sight, was not something I had told the management I would be part of my routine!) Luckily my sound guy was on the ball that night and managed to stop the music as soon as I snapped her back under. She flirted outrageously through out the show, with me, with the other volunteers, and with the audience.

At the end of the show, I did my usual cool down routine, where I would "bring then out of hypnosis" and send them back into the audience, still with a couple of post hypnotic triggers left in place. I'd then walk off stage, have a quick drink and refreshment break for 2 minutes, then come back out, thank the volunteers, thank the audience, and say good night, but not before triggering a couple of the still hypnotized volunteers with their post hypnotic suggestions (shout out something rude, stand on a chair and start dancing, you know the type of thing), I would then wrap up by triggering them all to sleep, getting them back up on stage, taking them back stage, removing all the suggestions (yes all of them, i was a good girl back then ;~) ) and sending them back out to their friends.

After getting changed out of my stage outfit and into something more casual, I went back out into the bar to have a couple of drinks. It didn't take Katie long to find me and tell me how much she enjoyed being hypnotized. I was surprised though at how much quieter and timid she was, considering how she had performed when she was on stage. She was still obviously flirting with me though, albeit in a more subtle way. My gay-dar is not all that hot, but I was definitely getting a vibe from her, so I decided to give her my number, saying if she ever fancied trying it out on a one to one basis, then to give me a call. The next day (clearly she had never heard of the 3 day rule), she did indeed ring me, not to ask about the offer of a one to one, but to ask me out for a drink, which I accepted.

Over the next few weeks we began to see more of each other, and really began to hit it off, and eventually, after a month or so of skirting around the subject, Katie asked me if I would hypnotize her again, I reluctantly agreed ;~) We went back to her place, and got comfortable, and then started. I knew from experience that she was towards the higher end of the suggestibility spectrum, and that she now had previous experience of being in trance, so I decided to do a more rapid style induction with her, and within a couple of minutes i had her under and with one arm floating in the air.

Having her stood there head slumped forward onto her chest, arm floating in the air, made me remember the first time I hypnotized my friend at a party when I was 16... I wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity for fun this time. This time it was a girl I was dating, a girl that I had a hunch was rather submissive and got a kick out of being controlled, a girl that was probably not only willing, but wanting to be taken advantage of. I started by asking her some questions.

MW: Tell me how you feel Katie.

Katie: ... Relaxed...

MW: Yes... Very relaxed... It feels good to be soooo relaxed doesn't it Katie?

K: ... Yes...

MW: It feels gooood to relax and let go... Hypnosis is a very relaxing, pleasurable state... it feels goood to be hypnotized doesn't it Katie?

K: ... Yes...

MW: You like feeling good don't you... You like being hypnotized by me...

K: ... Yes....

MW: Hypnotized by the sound of my voice. My voice relaxes you, and fills you with pleasure... I want you to think of my voice like water... it floooows into you... filling you with pleasure... Feel the pleasure rising inside you.

I continued this process for a few minutes, simultaneously deepening her, filling her with pleasure, and linking that feeling with the sound of my voice. She was very responsive and began to show some obvious physical signs of pleasure, and even without my suggesting it, arousal. Her face and chest were flushed, her breathing laboured, and her nipple noticeably perky. I couldn't tell at this point what was going on between her legs, but I was willing to bet that there was definitley something stirring down there.

MW: In a moment Katie, I am going to count from 3 to 1 and you are going to open your eyes, feeling refreshed and alert. But when I say the word "sleep" you will instantly fall back into the same relaxed state that you are in now, and go eeeeeven deep, do you understand?

K: Yes...

MW: Good girl. I also want you take that pleasure that you feel right now, as you listen to my voice, and I want you to feel that same pleasure whenever I touch you. And every time I touch you, the pleasure just gets better and better, and more and more intense. Do you understand?

K: Yes...

MW: Good girl. 3... 2... 1...

Katie took a few seconds to come around, I think she was possibly slightly reluctant. This can sometimes be the case with subjects who enjoy being in trance so much, they don't want to come out of it right away. I experienced it once with a subject of a stage show, but that is another story. When she opened her eyes, she seemed slightly disoriented, presumably unsure why she was standing up while I was sitting down. She sat down beside me.

MW: So how do you feel Katie?

K: I feel good, I feel really chilled out, and happy. It's nice.

MW: Does it feel different to last time I hypnotized you?

K: Yeah, it does, definately. Before I it was kind of like I was watching myself, like I wasn't really me. It doesn't feel like that now.

MW: Do you feel hypnotized?

K: Umm... Not really. I feel relaxed, but other than that I feel normal.

MW: I see.... You know you have lovely hair.

As I said that I stroked the hair on the side of her face and tucked it behined her ear, which she definately seemed to enjoy, although she didn't say anything. I continued, and gently brushed my hand against her neck. She closed her eyes and took in a short sharp breath.

MW: How does that feel?

K: REEEALLY good.

I reached out with my other hand, and took her hand in mine. I continued to stroke her neck as I moved her hand onto my chest. Some heavy petting and tentative kissing ensued, which quickly got more and more passionate. What would probably these days me called a 'make out session'. After about 5 minutes of this we both began to get very hot, so I decided to slow things down. I with drew my lips from hers and told her to SLEEP, she instantly flopped back into the chair like a rag doll.

The sight of a beautiful woman, slumped and lifeless in trance is something that turns me on more than just about anything, and this girl laying there so peaceful and so helpless was absolutely the most erotic and arousing sight I had ever seen in my life at that point. I couldn't help but take advantage of it. My hands began to wonder. At first I started out slowly, running my hands through her hair, stroking her face with the back of my hand. At first there seemed to be no reaction at all. But as I went on, it seemed as if the suggestion of feeling pleasure at my touch was still working while she was in trance. She didn't move at all, or show any kind of reaction in her face, which was still expressionless, her mouth slightly opened. But she began to get flushed again, and I noticed goose pimples on her arms. My hands began to wonder some more. I started to stroke her breasts. Her nipples were definately errects, I could feel how hard they were even through her t-shirt and bra, but still she lay motionless, with no change to her face. I placed a hand on her leg and began to slowly slide it up and underneith her skirt, still she didn't move. My hadn reached the top of her leg, and I felt the crotch of her knickers, they were soaked, as my fingers brushed against her through her knickers, she took another sharp intake of breath and then let out a short, high pitched wimper.

By this point my heart was racing, and pounding so hard it felt like it would burst through my chest. I was so hot, I was burning up. My knickers were as wet as hers! If I was a guy I probably would have had an american pie type moment by now. The combination of my years of fantasising being lived out right there, and the slight fear that at any moment she might snap out of it and slap me (though I knew that really wouldn't happen, and that she was up for this as much as I was)... it was more exciting than anything I have ever experience before or since. Of course since then, I have done things that make this all look tame in comparison, but there really is nothing like the first time.

It didn't take much more, a couple of seconds of my middle finger every so gently teasing her clit (whilst my other hand was in my own pants and whipping up a storm!) and she was already cumming. Now she was moving! she arched her back, spread her legs, and began spasming in exstacey, and moaning and whimpering loudly. It seemed very intense. Once she was done and once again slumbed on the sofa in a hot, sweaty, breathless heap, I realised I had to stop pleasuring myself and make sure she was still trance, and bring her back down. I told her that when she woke up, she wouldn't remember what had just happened, but that that night when she went to sleep, she would dream about it.

I knew that before ended our 'session' I would have to give at least something to remember, a show stopper, something that would definately cement in her mind that she was hypnotised, something that she would think about until I saw her next and think "wow"... but what would I do?

I knew what I would, I had a great idea, something that would really appeal to her subby side. I gave her the suggestion, counted from 3 to 1 and woke her up. Again she seemed a little disoriented, understandably so. But it passed quickly, and she sat up and was back to something like her normal self, although slighty more sedate and spaced out. Again, understandable given what had just happened. We chatted some more about how she felt, and what she thought about being hypnotized. She said things like "it doesn't feel quite like I expected" or "not the same as before"

MW: Why is that do you think?

K: I don't know, I guess because last time there was lots of crazy stuff going on, andthe audience were laughing, and it was just.... surreal... and crazy.

MW: I see, so there's not been enough crazyness for you this time...?

K: Yeah, I guess. I mean it's been cool. Like arms feeling all floaty, and feeling all tingly when you were talking to me, and the room kind of went all dark and blurry when we were messing around and kissing and stuff... which was great, you know...

MW: But you would like a bit more crazyness?

K: Yeah...

MW: Ok, well why don't you stand up a moment.

K: Ok.

MW: Now, put your arms out straight to your sides, in the air....

K: Ok...

MW: FREEZE... How does that feel?

K:. er...

MW: ...try to move.

K: I can't!... I can't move!

MW: How's that for crazy?

K: Haha!

MW: Cool huh?

K: It's... freaky! I can't move at all.

MW: What does it feel like?

K: It's ... like I am made of wood, like a tree or something... no more like table! I'm all hard! haha!

MW: That's interesting you don't look hard, you look quite soft to me.

I got up from the sofa and took hold of one of her arms, and moved it around. When I stopped moving it, it stayed in whatever position I put it. All the while she was giggling away.

MW: Hmm... funny, you definately seem soft to me. How does that arm feel when I move it?

K: It's really weird.... it's like it's not my arm. It feels like... like an artificial arm.... This is so freaky!

I continued to move and pose her, and she giggled a bit more, but the giggling gradually stopped, and she went quiet, but unable to disguise the grin on her face.

MW: What are you thinking?

K: I'm like your toy, you can do what ever you want with me and I can't do anything about it.

MW: Do you like it?

K: Yeah... kinda.

She seemed a bit embarrassed to admit that. But it was obviously true. I moved her hands back behind her head, moved around to the front of her, looked her straight in the eyes, and them kissed her softly on the lips. She closed her eyes let out a sigh. I kissed her again, this time more passionately, she was kissing me back and absolutely loving it, I began rub her breasts again as we kissed. All the while she was still absolutely frozen in place.

I felt myself getting very hot and horny again, and I knew I had to either go all the way, or stop there. I thought it might be best to stop, I didn't want to use up everything on her first time. I stopped kissing her and again told her to SLEEP. Here arms dropped to her side, and her head flopped forward, and she dropped instantly back into trance just like before.

I removed all the suggestions from her head, and told her that next time I hypnotized her, she would go even deeper than before, even faster than before. Also allowed her to remember our bit of freeze play, and reinforced the suggestion of that she would dream about the orgasm she had as I played with her unconscious body.

So there you have it, my first experience of hypnotic control over a partner, and the birth of Mistress Winters.

Stay tuned for more updates soon ;~) x

A little more about your hostess

2008-03-23T18:17:00.008Z

Well, let's tell you a little more about myself shall we?

You wont be getting a lot of personal information about me in this blog, as I preffer to keep my anonymity whenever possible, I have a personal life and a career outside of this blog and I like to keep it protected, the same goes for my subjects. I'm sure you understand.

I am in my late 20s, living in the east of england (though my work often requires I travel).

I have been a hypno-fetishist since my mid teens. The first time I remember seeing a stage hypnosis show on TV, I have to abmit I was a little scared by it, I didn't understand it and that made me uncomfortable, but I was curious... after watching a few more show, I started to realise that I was not only slightly scared by it, but that it also aroused me quite strongly. I began looking for information on hypnosis on the internet, downloading ebooks (yes probably the same you have yourself), watching whatever video clips i could find (the internet wasn't as video friendly as it is these days), and the more I learned, the more I became fascinated by hypnosis and what it could do. After a couple of years of cold study, I began to yearn to turn theory into practice. So when at a friends house party when I was 16, I decided this was the perfect opportunity to try out hypnosis for the first time. It was also around this time that I started to discover my attraction to girls, so when one of my girl friends eagerly volunteered with squeels of "do me, do me!", I jumped at the chance to hypnotise her.

I used a fairly standard progessive relaxation induction, from a script that I had downloaded and memorised. And to my shock, amazement and delight, it worked! Of course I was not brave enough to try what I really wanted to do with her, the shock of it actually working alone was enough to make me flustered and struggle to think of things to do. So i stuck to fairly basic beginners stuff, hands stuck together, forgetting a number, that sort of thing. But the important thing was I had done it, I had popped my hypnosis cherry! and from then on I was hooked!

When I turned 18 I enrolled on a stage hypnosis course, where I not only learn so many more techniques and skills, but also experienced hypnosis myself for the first time, which helped me understand it so much more.

By this point I was totally hooked on the inner workings of the mind, and studying psychology at the University, suplementing my student loan by performing the occasional stage hypnosis show in pubs and clubs around the local area. It was at one of these shows that I met my first hypno-sub girlfriend (which I will talk about in a later post, watch this space ;~) )

And the rest as they say, is history....

~ Mistress Winters ~

Hello out there (first post)

2008-03-23T17:09:00.001Z

Hello one and all.

My name is Julia Winters (but you can call me Mistress!)

In this blog, I shall be sharing my stories and experiences of life as a hypnotic Mistress, and Hypno-fetishist.

Many of my blog entries will be true accounts of things that have happened to or I have done, either in my day-to-day life, or in the past. There will also be fiction stories cooked up by my twisted imagination (the latter often leads to the former anyway ;~) ). Often I will make it clear which is which, but occasionally I like to leave you guessing and let you try to work out for yourselves what is truth and what is fiction. I'm wicked like that.

I very much hope you enjoy reading this blog and will share your thoughts on them by leaving comments.

x Mistress Winters x