Happy Birthday Mistress Winters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've certainly had worse Monday mornings!

~ Mistress Winters ~

Long time no see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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