Room Service - Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MW: Not my problem (laugh)

Lisa: It's not funny! help me!

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

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

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

Lisa: Room service please!

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

Lisa: Babe the food is here!

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

Lisa: I can't looking like this!

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

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

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

MW: (Laughs)

Lisa: You're evil!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lisa: Yes Mistress

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

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

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

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

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

Fin.

~ Mistress Winters ~

The dangers of internet porn!

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

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

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

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

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

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