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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 asked Ricardo to come to her home.  No one she knew was so savvy about computers.  He had always been able to fix any of her PC problems.  Her faith in him was more than justified.

She was very appreciative.  She thanked him profusely.  She broke down.  She told him all the grievous details about that disastrous night with Giovanni.  Ricardo was revolted by the callousness of Giovanni’s sordid behavior.  He did his best to comfortingly reassure his friend of longstanding.  He also sought to repair and build up her self-esteem.  She did feel a little better before his departure.

“Oh yes, there is one more thing,” Ricardo told her as he stood in her doorway.

“What is it?”

“Considering what you’ve been going through it’s not very important.  But I have one more computer tip for you.”

“What is it?”

“Be sure and check your history and temporary Internet files folders.  You would not believe the crud that collects in either of those places.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She followed his recommendation.  That throwaway kernel of high tech advice turned out to be of great significance to her.  She came across a woman’s given and family names which had been painfully, unfortunately, and irreversibly seared into her memory.  Now she knew why her companion recently spent so much time on her computer.  At last she had a clue to Giovanni’s behavior.  Now she knew where to begin her search.

Amathea entered the accursed name into several search engines.  She was repeatedly led to a particular website.  She sought to glean some insights pertaining to the capabilities, personality, motives, character, interests, and possible Achilles’ heel(s) of the site’s MISTRESS.  She sent LADY MESMER an email begging to be taken on as a hypnotic client.

KRYSTAL read the email.  The woman’s interest in hypnosis seemed genuine.  LADY MESMER, uncharacteristically and inexplicably, had more free time than SHE usually did.  SHE decided to grant her an initial interview.  SHE contacted Amathea and an appointment was scheduled.

LADY MESMER met with HER prospective student at the appointed time.  Amathea made certain she arrived early.  While they exchanged pleasantries, KRYSTAL sensed this woman might be trying to deceive HER.  SHE noticed something slightly suspicious, disturbing, and challenging about the movements, and the intensity in the depths, of HER visitor’s large, gray eyes.  This focused gaze did not convey mere curiosity.  This was the look of one woman evaluating–no, sizing up another.  KRYSTAL became certain the eyes looking into HERS were the eyes of a rival.  LADY MESMER was an unwilling, and more to the point unwitting, participant in this struggle.  Still, in the other woman’s mind, they were competitors and probably competing gladiators for the same thing.  KRYSTAL wondered if HER guest considered HER a threat to some romantic relationship of Amathea’s.  KRYSTAL knew what needed to be done.

“MY experience has taught ME it is a very good idea for anyone who wants to be a hypnotist to first know and feel what it is like to be deeply hypnotized.”  KRYSTAL made HER voice and words as noncombative as SHE could.

This was one thing Amathea wished would not have happened.  She unrealistically hoped she, in some way, could surreptitiously discern the extent of the connection between Giovanni and this KRYSTAL MESMER.  Sadly, this had not come to be.  She quickly considered direct confrontation and simply asking KRYSTAL for the personal information she sought.  To do so would mean admitting she had lied about her real intentions.  This she would never do.  She had to accept HER offer of hypnosis.

“I have never been hypnotized before,” Amathea began.  “It sounds like a wonderful idea.  How do I begin?”

This turn of events was a bit of a surprise to KRYSTAL.  SHE assumed HER suggestion about hypnosis would prod or force this woman to confess all.  SHE thought about asking Amathea to come clean.  This would entail implying the woman was a prevaricator.  KRYSTAL’s feeling about her could be wrong.  Only one path was acceptable.  Besides, it would give LADY MESMER the desired data.

“Just sit back, relax, and make yourself comfortable,” KRYSTAL answered reassuringly.

A fixation point was needed for Amathea’s first mesmeric induction.  KRYSTAL elected not to use a ring or pendant.  LADY MESMER suspected it would be counterproductive to use any object SHE touched or which was in any way related (KRYSTAL felt that the connection’s indirect nature would not matter in this case) to HER appearance.  If KRYSTAL’s hunch was accurate, the one thing this very pretty woman sitting in front of HER needed least of all was to focus upon, and thus be reminded of, KRYSTAL’s exceptional attractiveness.  SHE chose not to employ any of HER high tech hypnotic tools.  Some people are anxious about being guided into the trance state.  Some persons possess technophobic tendencies.  Using a device which might elicit either or both of these fears was out of the question.  KRYSTAL simply adored candlelight.  Many women do.  SHE hoped Amathea would not be an exception.

“Now, Ms. Chrysalis, just focus all of your attention on the harmless, little candle you see before you.”  KRYSTAL anticipated HER use of the woman’s given name might be misinterpreted as an overly familiar gesture.  “Let your eyes easily and peacefully come to rest upon the candle’s softly flickering flame.  Many of MY clients tell ME it simply feels sooooooo good to allow their eyes to become one with the candle’s soporific, soft, and soothing light.  They often say that gazing into the graceful and gentle motion of the candle’s friendly and flickering flame brings them a feeling of wonderful tranquility along with wave after wave of easy and peaceful sleepy rest.  Your eyes slowly and surely becoming heavier and heavier.  As you continue to concentrate all of your attention on the beautiful, burning tip of the harmless, little, hypnotic candle.  Your tired and sleepy eyes becoming sooooooo much heavier and heavier.  See the pret-ty, little flame as it slowly dances, sways, and shimmers before your oh so sleepy, sleepy, so very sleepy tired and heavy eyes.”

Amathea had given her consent to being hypnotized.  She did not intend for hypnosis to occur.  She hoped she could successfully resist the actual process while pretending to be affected by it.  It did feel so good to block out everything else and just look at the candle.  Though she loathed to acknowledge it, there was something about KRYSTAL’s voice.  Its sound, its rhythm, its pitch, and its cadence had a quality about them.  Amathea told herself she must fight, she must resist, she must not succumb.  But it felt oh so good to just let go of everything, save the candle’s lovely light.  And then there was that soft, silken, and velvety voice.

“I shall count down from ten to one.  Ten, continuing to center your gaze on the harmless and pretty, little candle before you.  Nine, it feels oh so good to release all your tension and simply relax.  Eight, the only sound in your world as the soft, soothing, and comforting sound of my voice.  Seven, allowing nothing to distract you from the sight of the candle and the sound of my voice.  The sound of my voice and the sight of the friendly and fascinating, flickering flame are the only things in your world.  Six, any other distractions will only help you to focus your concentration on the candle, and my voice, and the candle’s lovely and luxurious light.  Five, your eyelids are like tiny, little window shades ready to gently drop down for a time of quiet and peaceful, sleepy rest.  Four, your eyes beginning to softly and easily close down.  Three, your body feeling more and more relaxed with each breath you take, and with every word I say.  Two, now your eyes are so tired, so heavy, so sleepy, and so ready to close.  And finally, one, your eyes are completely closed, totally locked shut, and impossible to open.”

KRYSTAL watched her finally fall deeply into a very relaxed and quite peaceful mesmeric trance state.  SHE had noticed the strength of Amathea’s resistance from the moment of the induction’s commencement.  For this reason LADY MESMER elected to employ a much longer countdown, for this extraordinarily reluctant and possibly antagonistic subject, than was usually necessary.  Like water dripping on a rock, THE HYPNOTEUSE knew HER client’s defenses would at length crumble into nothingness.  So had it been for others.  It was even so for this woman.  KRYSTAL reminded HERSELF that experience can indeed be a most excellent instructor.

KRYSTAL waited a few moments for Amathea’s trance to inevitably deepen.  While doing so, SHE silently reviewed HER plans for the forthcoming events.  Now it was time to get down to brass tacks.  SHE would soon know if this woman was fearful of hypnosis or held any hostility to HER or both.  If Amathea’s actions were spawned by some personal grudge, KRYSTAL would shortly learn the reason why.

“Now, Ms. Chrysalis, listen to MY words.  While you are hypnotized, you will tell ME the absolute truth.  So long as you are in your trance state, you will hold nothing back from ME, your hypnotist.  MY thoughts are your thoughts.  MY words are your words.  MY instructions are truly your instructions that you are giving to yourself.  For MY thoughts are your thoughts.  MY words are your words.  MY will is your will.  Nod your head and say, “Yes,” if you understand.”

It took some moments for Amathea to comply.  As was sometimes the case, the strength of her resistance had led to the exceeding depth of her trance.  KRYSTAL knew this would be so.  Still, SHE at times wondered why this occurred?  SHE postulated that it might be a psychological example of Sir Isaac Newton’s Third Law of motion, i.e., “Reaction is always equal and opposite to action.”  For now, that tantalizing tidbit of speculative thinking must be placed on one of HER exceptionally active mind’s many back burners.  It was time for Amathea’s gentle, tactful, and thorough interrogation to take place.

“Now, listen well.  You know you must tell ME the entire and absolute truth.  Why have you come to see ME?”

“Giovanni Seingalt,” Amathea answered.

“Who is he?”

“He is my lover,” she slurred.

“In your mind, how is he connected to ME?”

“We were making love.  He shouted YOUR name.  Why!?  Why!!?  Why!!!!!!!?”  She began to sob.

KRYSTAL’s compassionate heart broke and went out to her.  Only a few things could be more humiliating to any woman than what Amathea had recently suffered.  How LADY MESMER would proceed was dependent upon the answer to one pivotal question.  Was Giovanni’s unconscionable act an exception, or the rule, so far as his treatment of his distraught girlfriend was concerned?

KRYSTAL questioned her further.  SHE learned that the action which had driven Amathea to HER was only the last in a series of reprehensible behaviors.  Amathea talked about her upbringing and how it had affected as well as infected her psyche.  SHE lovingly guided HER visitor back down into a deep, restful, rejuvenating hypnotic state.

KRYSTAL did some research while Amathea sweetly rested in hypnotic sleep.  Giovanni Seingalt had not joined HER En-Tranced club.  He had purchased only HER A Touch of KRYSTAL CD.  That he had not bought HER Hypnotic Happiness, initial training and conditioning, CD might be a very revelatory piece of information.  SHE reviewed the flattering and obsequious emails he had sent HER.  SHE had thought, with the proper development, he someday might possibly be a worthy, in-person, hypnoerotic client.  SHE believed he might even possess some latent tendencies toward sexual submissiveness.  The data his lover provided clearly proved he was unfit for any of HER invaluable time and much coveted attention.  KRYSTAL knew many men who were far more desirable than this self-absorbed and discourteous wretch.

KRYSTAL returned to Amathea and questioned her about hypnosis.  It turned out the latter had a smattering of knowledge and a tiny spark of interest in the subject.  THE EMERALD-EYED HYPNOTEUSE believed mesmerism might be very beneficial to this woman.  It could help bolster her self-confidence.  It might assist her in loosening, and preferably as well as hopefully casting off, the psychological bondage impressed upon her from her youth.  It would perhaps provide her an advantage whenever she had to deal with an overly self-assured and chauvinistic male.  Unfortunately, as LADY KRYSTAL MESMER knew all too well, such males (a person of this type did not deserve the appellation of, “man)” were still extant.

LADY KRYSTAL MESMER gently led her guest back to consciousness.  Amathea remembered everything after she was awakened.  THE HYPNOTEUSE showed her the entirety of the extant connection between Amathea’s companion and HERSELF.  The attractive, gray-eyed woman realized the beautiful blonde, who now knew so much about her, was in no way responsible for the pain inflicted upon her.  She and KRYSTAL discussed in depth some of the gains the former might acquire with hypnosis and by learning to hypnotize others.  Amathea said she would seriously consider KRYSTAL’s offer to become her mentor.  She thanked THE VERY BUSY AND EXTREMELY CARING HYPNOTIST for HER time and apologized profusely for the deception she had attempted.

After several days of thought, Amathea telephoned KRYSTAL.  She informed HER of her blossoming desire to be one of HER hypnosis students.  A mutually convenient time was set for her first lesson.

Anyone who knew HER well, to any degree, would certainly declare LADY KRYSTAL MESMER was, or is, a very dedicated person.  Any action SHE deemed worthy of HER time and effort was rarely, if ever, done by half measures.  Any belief SHE accepted was firmly implanted in HER mind, unless SHE came upon, or was presented with, sufficient contravening evidence or proof.  One of HER strongest and more powerfully felt passions was the desire to assist as many worthy women as SHE could in the process of breaking out of their personal cocoons.  SHE had found some women existed in prisons primarily (or in a few instances exclusively) of their own construction.  The creation and perpetuation of their jail cells might be conscious or unconscious or both.  Other women SHE had worked with subsisted in confinement, which was for the most part (or in a small number of circumstances), imposed upon them by some other person(s).  SHE found a third group of women whose imprisonment was placed upon them by themselves and others.  The source of their predicament was not LADY MESMER’s primary concern.  Knowledge of this piece of personal data was relevant only when it indicated a possible means of release for the woman in question.  HER chief goal was to help these women acquire or develop the requisite tools and skills to beneficially change their lives.  Ever since SHE was a little girl SHE had always liked butterflies.  The monarch variety was HER favorite.  Now SHE understood their lives were a meaningful metaphor for HER.  These insects symbolized HER life’s journey of personal discovery and the developments wrought by self-actualization.  The also signified, what SHE hoped would be, the enlightening and liberating voyages of other women.  LADY KRYSTAL MESMER thought, felt, and knew that Amathea Chrysalis was a woman who needed to be set free from her cocoon.  THE HYPNOTEUSE hoped and believed SHE could aid her in this metamorphic maturation process.

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