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Author’s note:  This story is adoringly dedicated to the witty, witching, wily, winsome, willful, worshipful, wonderful, and worthwhile LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.  It should not be read by any person(s) legally, ethically, morally, or religiously proscribed or prohibited from doing so.  Nor should it be read by any individual(s) fearful of or uncomfortable with the subject of hypnotic, and/or other forms of, mind control or the topic of female influence/domination/supremacy or both.

Amathea Chrysalis was a wonderful person.  Everyone who knew her was aware this was so.  There was only one major exception to this consensus.  The lone dissenting voice was her own.  She was lovingly raised in a religious home.  That, unfortunately, was her chief problem.  Her family was far too religious.  Her parents did not stress the existence and importance of God’s absolutely and eternally unmerited favor nearly so much as they should have.  The words which sadly and accurately characterized her upbringing were “legalistic” and “perfectionist.”  Her adoring parents meant well.  Tragically, as the adage states, “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”  In this case, Amathea’s hell was psychological in nature.  She held herself to unattainable standards of goodness (in the moral, ethical, and spiritual spheres) and performance (in academics, the workplace, and her interactions with others.)  Her inevitable failures to live up to these unreasonable expectations led to disappointment with herself, feelings of guilt (most of which was undeserved), and ultimately bouts of depression.  There was one other important side-effect to her family’s unintended infection of her psyche.  She believed she did not deserve to be treated well.

Ricardo Cervantes was one of Amathea’s closest friends.  He had known her for many years.  He’d loved her for almost that long.  She liked him very much.  She was not physically attracted to him.  Her unconscious body language frequently reminded him of the latter.  Many within the fairer sex thought he was quite attractive.  The woman he wanted most, alas, did not.  In his opinion her exceptional visual appeal was her least desirable trait.

He was painfully aware of Amathea’s unwarranted guilt feelings, their source, and their effects upon her.  He yearned to aid her in any way he could.  He tried to encourage her to be more accepting of herself and her humanity–which included its limitations.  He attempted to convince her she was not nearly so bad as she perceived herself as being.  He sought to show her she was far more capable and worthy than she supposed herself to be.  All such efforts failed miserably.

Giovanni Seingalt was Amathea’s lover.  They met soon after he came to work for the company which employed Ricardo.  He first encountered her as she took the elevator to visit her good friend.  From the moment Giovanni first beheld her, he wanted her.  He immediately knew he must possess her.  He succeeded in his quest.  A little attention can sometimes reap great rewards.

He too sensed her lack of self-esteem.  He used her predicament to his advantage.  His actions may not have been calculated.  When he was with her he, nearly as often as the opportunities presented themselves, commented on other women’s attractiveness.  Sometimes he did so in explicit, and for Amathea always excruciatingly painful, detail.  At times he would compare her to the woman his lust was currently fixated upon.  Amathea was inevitably found wanting in some way(s).  He would compliment her on her appearance when it suited his fancy, when he suspected it was necessary, or when no acceptable prospect(s) could be found.

“The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.”  Amathea remained with Giovanni because this quotation was so precisely applicable to her mindset.  He was so gorgeous.  He was very successful.  He was, when he chose to be, very caring.  Why should a man like him saddle himself with a woman as worthless, and far beneath what he could have and did deserve, as she was?  Was enduring his cruel and debasing treatment of her self-esteem too high a price to pay?  Why should she be treated well?  Why should any desirable individual love, or even care about, her?  She was only Amathea Chrysalis.

For some years, Ricardo had been intrigued by mesmerism.  He had attended a number of performances by stage hypnotists.  He found these shows frequently very entertaining, sometimes quite hilarious, and on one or two occasions exceptionally (shall we say) stimulating.  During one of his web browsing sessions, some links pointing to erotic hypnosis sites were in the search results.  He decided to check them out.

He found his way (or was he magnetically drawn) to ladymesmer.com.  His discovery of this web page (and more important, its CREATOR) would turn out to be one of the most fortuitous and fascinatingly enthralling events in the entirety of his existence.  He was consistently and cunningly compelled to chronically and completely consume more and more of this web site’s cleverly conceived and cunningly crafted, charming content.  LADY KRYSTAL MESMER’s astonishingly attractive appearance, especially HER enormous, emerald eyes, ensorcelled and ensnared his body.  HER velvety, vampish voice entranced and enslaved his ears.  His manhood was ceaselessly captivated and, subsequently, coyly confiscated by both of these.  He also fell prey to other mesmeric induction tools or fixation points she skillfully, and sometimes surreptitiously, employed.  HER perplexingly powerful personality enchanted and entrapped his mind, his heart, his soul, and anything else which was his.  Thereafter, he sometimes felt that all he possessed was his in name only.  At some point in time, he knew: he was HERS; he was HERS alone; he was HERS absolutely and adoringly; he was HERS and would forever belong in KRYSTAL’s care, KRYSTAL’s clutches, and KRYSTAL’s service.

Many of Amathea’s friends were cognizant of how ill-used she was by Giovanni.  Ricardo, in particular, was agonizingly aware of her boyfriend’s mistreatment of her.  He sought her counsel for fictitious women in circumstances similar to her own.  Her advice was always sound.  She reverted to rote belief and behavior when he broached the subject of her dysfunctional relationship and its toxic effects on her personhood.  The disconnect between her extrapersonal and intrapersonal mindsets seemed to be a great gulf fixed eternally.  The apparently unbreachable barrier between her logical and emotional selves was intact.

This evening Mr. Cervantes had a relaxing dinner at home.  Before retiring for the night, he turned off his PC after spending considerable time on LADY KRYSTAL MESMER’s site.  He reviewed his history with HER while restlessly lying in bed.  He noted the profound influence SHE now wielded upon him.  He reminded himself SHE affected many men and women thus.  He briefly recalled Amathea’s plight and its vile, current genesis.  An idea began creeping into his consciousness.  He prayed he could make it come to fruition.  After several days, however, he had only tentatively flushed out the barest details of some possible implementations.  He reluctantly resigned himself to the possibility he might be forced to do something he avoided whenever he could.  He might have to rely upon fate to provide what was needed.

One day, Giovanni asked Ricardo for copies of all the documentation on the Jacobson project.  Mr. Cervantes went to his office, placed the requested papers in a folder, double-checked to be absolutely sure all the necessary items were present, and promptly delivered them to his privately despised coworker.  A few days later, Seingalt returned them to Ricardo.  After twice searching the folder, Ricardo was certain one especially important piece of paper was no longer there.

Amathea wanted to have a romantic evening with Giovanni.  During their last several dates he had made none of his usual comments about any other woman.  She wondered if this could be a turning point for the better in their relationship?  She speculated on what the cause might be?  What she chose to wear definitely got his attention.  She served some of his favorite dishes by candlelight.  Their various expressions of foreplay proceeded at the right pace for both parties.  She believed this would be one of the best days of her life.

They started to make love.  His touch was absolutely perfect.  He used just the right amount of tenderness along with the correct degree of firmness.  His exploration of her body went exactly where she wanted him to go, when she desired him to get there.  She felt his body’s responses to her movements.  The crescendo of pleasure was exquisite beyond experience or imagination.  She keenly sensed the approach of their climaxes.

“Giovanni!” she expelled as the tsunami of erotic stimulation swept through her body, heart, mind, and soul.

“Oh! my God! KRYSTAL! KRYSTAL! KRYSTAL! MESMER!” was all he said to her.

Part 2,,,,,,next week!  I’ll meet you here at Club EnTranced.

Love, Krystal

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