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Author’s note:\u00a0 This story is humbly, respectfully, reverently, appreciatively, and fearfully dedicated to the lovely, loving, and lodestonelike LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.\u00a0 This story should not be read by any person(s) legally, ethically, religiously, or morally prohibited or proscribed from doing so.\u00a0 It should not be read by any entity, who is to any degree, uncomfortable with or fearful of the concept of mind control or the subject of female influence\/supremacy\/domination or both.\u00a0 “Ow, ow, ow, ow!”\u00a0 He sucked in his breath, winced, and rolled his eyes at HER.\u00a0 “I do have functioning pain receptors there.”\u00a0 “Yes, I know.\u00a0 How fortunate pour MOI!”\u00a0 KRYSTAL’s captivating countenance bore a slightly gleeful expression.\u00a0 “LADY MESMER, there are times when I fear YOU greatly.”\u00a0 “So then, the only thing you have to fear is ME?”\u00a0 “So it seems.\u00a0 I have only one more thing to say to YOU.\u00a0 YOU are,” he was futilely attempting to scowl at HER now, “absolutely adorable!\u00a0 YOU may not desire to be thought of as such.\u00a0 Nevertheless, this perception of YOU is accurate.\u00a0 So there!”\u00a0 He considered sticking out his tongue.\u00a0 For one of the few times in his life, good sense prevailed.\u00a0 “What do you mean there are only three,” SHE asked?\u00a0 SHE arched HER eyebrows in disbelief.\u00a0 “As we have discussed, hypnoerotica is only one form of adult, mutually consensual, erotic play.\u00a0 BDSM is another very pleasurable game among certain people.\u00a0 One person chooses to voluntarily relinquish some degree of control.\u00a0 The other individual elects to be the one in charge.\u00a0 In my cursory study of the subject I have found only three elemental motivations for someone’s becoming, what is sometimes called, a dominant.\u00a0 They are: pleasure, I enjoy being in charge of others; profit, I can make a good living by having some amount of control of others; and payback, I will use the power I have attained over others to redress the wrong(s) committed by them, or some individual(s) within their group, or their group in its entirety against me or some member(s) of my group or both.\u00a0 For my taste an erotic or a romantic dominant motivated by pleasure is preferable to one primarily interested in profit who is preferred above someone whose motivation is some kind of payback.\u00a0 Speaking of my preferences, in my exploration of hypnosis and erotica I was seeking a Superior Woman to guide me who was at least as fascinating outside of these realms as She was within these spheres.\u00a0 Fortunately, for me, I have been captivated and then captured by YOU.”\u00a0 “I do not remember you telling ME why you are a subbie.”\u00a0 “That is because I am not one.\u00a0 Not according to the generally accepted definition.\u00a0 There are some within the rank and file of The Sisterhood to whom I will open myself.\u00a0 So far, only a few women fall in this category.\u00a0 I will not, under any circumstances, of my own unfettered volition give any access to my inner self to all women, all sexually dominant females, or all erotic hypnoteuses.”\u00a0 “Why do you have a problem with the lovers game or idea of female supremacy?”\u00a0 “Female supremacy is only one of the many examples of group supremacy.\u00a0 It is the root and trunk, not some branch(s) springing therefrom, which I dislike.\u00a0 It is the underlying belief system, not some expression(s) thereof, with which I firmly disagree and which I fervently and thoroughly detest, despise, disregard, and abhor.”\u00a0 “Why do you so loathe group supremacy?”\u00a0 “Long ago, this concept was spoiled for me.\u00a0 In truth, spoiled is all this idea can be.\u00a0 I have ferreted out one of the dirty, little secrets about this idea.\u00a0 Namely, it is nothing but an illusion and a lie.”\u00a0 “Why do you believe this?”\u00a0 “There are sighted persons who believe they are superior to all sightless persons.\u00a0 There are, hopefully, fewer of such individuals than I believe exist.\u00a0 There are probably more of such persons than YOU may think are extant.\u00a0 I was an academically advanced student when I attended public school with a vast majority of sighted persons.\u00a0 I had to write my homework twice.\u00a0 The first time was in Braille.\u00a0 The second time I had to type it out.\u00a0 For as sightless people know, the number of sighted people who can read Braille is exceptionally small.\u00a0 There were no personal computers in those days.\u00a0 I believe few tasks connected to written communication are more time-consuming and irritating than having to use a writing system which you can not read.\u00a0 None of the sighted students had to do this.\u00a0 My grades were almost always better than most, and at least as good as the remainder, of the sighted pupils.\u00a0 How can one who is allegedly inferior do more work than those who are assumed to be superior and get better results than most of those who are supposedly superior?\u00a0 Conclusion, the assumption that all sighted persons are superior to all sightless individuals is not a fact.\u00a0 It is merely only an unfounded, personal assumption.\u00a0 I have found all sighted people are not superior to me.\u00a0 Why then should I subscribe to the, in my judgment inaccurate, notion that all members of some group(s) to which I do not belong are automatically superior to me?”\u00a0 SHE digested the facts he declared, the reasoning he used, the conclusions he espoused, and the questions he posed.\u00a0 “You know what I believe in such matters.\u00a0 You know what I think, and how I feel, about the encumbrances wrought upon all human beings by traditional, patriarchal sex roles.\u00a0 Why are you sitting across the table from ME?\u00a0 Some of MY male, erotic hypnosis clients want ME to assume the role of an avowed and avid FEMALE SUPREMACIST.”\u00a0 “YOU have given the correct answer to YOUR own query.\u00a0 I will willingly and eagerly surrender myself to YOU.\u00a0 Note, the operative word in that statement is, “YOU.”\u00a0 I did not say I will give up any personal control, at any time, to all women, supposedly dominant females, or hypnoerotic Sisterhood members.\u00a0 I say again, I will allow access to my inner self to YOU!\u00a0 I have some things which belong to YOU.”\u00a0 He placed one thumb on his forehead, the other over his heart, and extended the rest of his fingers in HER direction.\u00a0 “Or to be physiologically accurate.”\u00a0 He simultaneously placed one thumb on each side of his head and pointed the remainder of his hands’ digits to LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.\u00a0 “I hope the symbolism is understood?”\u00a0 “it is,” said SHE.\u00a0 “Nevertheless, it is theoretically possible that I might someday become a bona fide, actual, lifestyle FEMALE SUPREMACIST.\u00a0 In that case, I will believe all men should be subordinate to Superior Women.\u00a0 Why are you, from time to time, willing to temporarily act in a more submissive role when you are interacting with me?\u00a0 I do not recall you ever telling ME why you chose ME as your favorite HYPNOTEUSE?”\u00a0 “It is not any belief system YOU may one day espouse to which I yield.\u00a0 It is YOUR proven, personal superiority and the excellence of YOUR character, personality, and ability that has drawn me to YOU and subsequently deliciously, delightfully, and deeply influenced me.\u00a0 I have studied YOU for some time.\u00a0 The information YOU have intentionally and unwittingly (if the latter was ever the case) provided, my analysis thereof, and the conclusions spawned by both of these show forth YOUR actual greatness to me and to many other perceptive human beings.\u00a0 i, therefore, willingly and eagerly surrender myself to YOUR exceeding excellence and to YOU.”\u00a0 He paused to let his words sink in.\u00a0 “Some members of The Sisterhood seem to be far too enslaved to the notion of actual male inferiority.\u00a0 For these women what is play acting to other persons is believed to be literally true.\u00a0 Ironically, in some cases, this state of affairs reduces or eliminates their power.”\u00a0 “Elaborate.”\u00a0 “Consider the following scenario.\u00a0 One person says to another, “I am the boss and you are nothing.”\u00a0 The second individual responds, “So, then, you are boss over nothing.”\u00a0 Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce co-starred in a series of movies about Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.\u00a0 My complaint about these films is that they make Watson into a bumbling incompetent.\u00a0 These cinemas are meant to showcase the brilliance of Great Britain’s first consulting detective.\u00a0 Why was it necessary to turn his closest confidante into a witless fool?\u00a0 Consider the next hypothetical circumstance.\u00a0 Two people, called Q and Z, are declared to be geniuses.\u00a0 All of the persons who have drawn this conclusion about Q are stupid.\u00a0 All of the people who assert that Z is a genius are brilliant in their own right.\u00a0 Whose mental prowess impresses YOU more, and why?”\u00a0 “Z’s.\u00a0 Z’s mind is considered greater than the advanced minds of Z’s associates.\u00a0 Z’s mind, then, is exceptionally magnificent.\u00a0 Q’s mind has not been stacked up against any great minds.\u00a0 One must be compared to the entire spectrum to ascertain one’s proper place within it.”\u00a0 “I think as does MY LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.\u00a0 Then, the question to be judged is this:\u00a0 If some person(s) can only be powerful, or as is said in BDSM circles, “Dominant,” when someone else is pathetic, what does this indicate about the supposedly strong individual?”\u00a0 SHE chose to mull over his last question.\u00a0 “Now, what about the causes of volitional, sexual submissiveness?”\u00a0 “So far as those who play the game in the submissive role are concerned, I have deciphered two primary roots for this desire.”\u00a0 He would say no more.\u00a0 “You should never withhold from ME.”\u00a0 “Withhold what,” he interjected?\u00a0 “Are you trying to toy with ME?”\u00a0 “I do not wish, and it is not wise for me, to answer that question on the grounds that my response might incriminate me and lead to other things.\u00a0 I know better than to refuse YOU anything, in any way, at any time, or in any place.”\u00a0 “As well you should.\u00a0 So, MY powerless plaything (SHE knew both of them loved it when SHE gave him harmless, little pet names), you are indeed going to tell ME what I wish to know.\u00a0 Are you not?”\u00a0 SHE passed one of HER perfumed hands near his face.\u00a0 His nostrils happily drowned themselves in HER wonderful feminine scent.\u00a0 SHE knew well the affect such gestures wrought upon him.\u00a0 SHE so savored wielding so expertly such influential, feminine power over someone like him.\u00a0 It was difficult to discern which (if either) of these two enjoyed it more.\u00a0 “LADY MESMER, YOU and I know how hard it is for me to refuse YOU virtually anything.\u00a0 The two elementary roots of voluntary, sexual submissiveness are: pleasure, I enjoy giving up some measure of control; and penance, I must atone for (insert person’s reason(s) here.)”\u00a0 “And what did you say about the schools?”\u00a0 “The educational system has not served YOU well.”\u00a0 He rolled the folded white cane on the table.\u00a0 “Why do you say that,” SHE inquired?\u00a0 “Sighted people are taught to use your primary sense.\u00a0 Rarely, if ever, are any of you fully instructed in the development of any of your other senses.”\u00a0 He paused for several seconds.\u00a0 “I think I know YOUR response to that statement.”\u00a0 “What do you assume it is?”\u00a0 “Most seeing persons are auditorially taught how to speak.\u00a0 This proves our sense of hearing is properly developed.”\u00a0 “Sometimes, I wish you wouldn’t do that.”\u00a0 “Do what, KRYSTAL,” he inquired?\u00a0 “Correctly anticipate MY thoughts.”\u00a0 He silently tapped his fingers on the tabletop.\u00a0 “Just one of the perks of being part of,” he fell silent for emphasis, “The Real! Dark! Side!\u00a0 Those who physically see have access to the visible realm.\u00a0 Perhaps Providence, if YOU’ll pardon the pun, has granted some or all of us who do not see increased perception of some of the invisible things in our reality.”\u00a0 He thought for several moments about the course of their relationship.\u00a0 “Besides, I am the one who should be talking about what has been done to whom.\u00a0 I may, at times, be able to perceive YOUR long held thoughts or long-standing mental processes.\u00a0 YOU have, and have had for some time, the ability to mesmerically manipulate at will and turn three parts of me into mush.\u00a0 And YOU know, very well, which ones I mean.\u00a0 The ability to hypnotically control trumps the capacity to occasionally understand.\u00a0 Is it not so?\u00a0 YOU can, assuming YOU have not already done so, acquire the requisite tools to analyze my mind, as I have, on some occasions, done with YOUR own.\u00a0 I would not even know where to go to obtain the skills meet to bend YOU to my will.”\u00a0 He bit his lower lip several times.\u00a0 “I hear that self-satisfied smirk.”\u00a0 “Your being under MY influence, shall we say, is the natural, proper, and preferred order of things in the cosmic hierarchy.\u00a0 Correction, the universal matriarchy.\u00a0 Do you not agree?”\u00a0 He began to laugh.\u00a0 “Would it really matter if I didn’t?”\u00a0 “No, it would not.\u00a0 I know you need to agree with me.\u00a0 I know you want to agree with ME.\u00a0 I know you will always and everlastingly agree with ME.\u00a0 You agree with your harmless, little, and lovely KRYSTAL.”\u00a0 SHE moved HER long, lovely, and well-manicured nails on the table.\u00a0 SHE smiled wickedly and mischievously when SHE saw him respond to the sound by quickly withdrawing his hands into his lap.\u00a0 “Why did you move your hands away from ME?\u00a0 Why did you so quickly retreat from the talented touch of KRYSTAL?”\u00a0 HER emerald eyes sparkled triumphantly.\u00a0 “Because I am deeply fascinated by YOU and am pleasurably afraid of YOUR degree of hypnoerotic influence o’er moi.\u00a0 As if YOU didn’t know.\u00a0 Interacting with YOU is more thrilling than the wildest roller coaster on Earth.\u00a0 It is far more mentally and emotionally stimulating.\u00a0 The pleasure also lasts a whole lot longer.”\u00a0 He smiled humorously.\u00a0 “I never have to worry about losing my lunch after a session with THE WORLD’S MOST FASCINATING HYPNOTEUSE.”\u00a0 SHE leaned back in HER chair and softly purred.\u00a0 “So, you believe moving your hands away from ME now makes you safe from ME, MY good, little boy?”\u00a0 SHE paused for several seconds.\u00a0 “Alas, you have avoided MY hands.\u00a0 If only there was some other way to.”\u00a0 SHE slowly and sensuously crossed HER shapely legs.\u00a0 Several times, SHE mesmerizingly moved the tip of HER open-toed shoe up and down his ankle and shin.\u00a0 While doing so, SHE seductively wiggled HER toes against his skin.\u00a0 “Are you safe from ME now,” SHE laughingly asked after completing each cycle?\u00a0 SHE was thoroughly pleased by his reactions.\u00a0 “YOU and I know the only kind of man who is safe from YOU is the unfortunate soul who has sensorially never perceived YOU, mentally knows nothing about YOU, and psychologically has no connection to YOU, lovely LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.\u00a0 My last time of safety from YOU was the moment prior to my wanting to learn more about YOU.\u00a0 Besides, in this case, who wants to be safe?\u00a0 What pleasure is there in safety from YOU, anyway?”\u00a0 “Points well taken.”\u00a0 “Now, back to the subject at hand.\u00a0 How would YOU respond to someone who made the following statement.\u00a0 “I know how to tell blue from green.\u00a0 Therefore, I know how to see.””\u00a0 “I would say such a person has much to learn and far more to, hopefully, joyously experience.\u00a0 Distinguishing one color from another does not even begin to encompass the many wonders of having and using sight.\u00a0 Recognizing a loved one’s face, literacy, differentiating one artist’s style from another, identifying some beautiful bird or plant, and driving a vehicle are only a few of the many important visual skills.”\u00a0 “Exactly.\u00a0 One skill does not a well-developed physical sense make.\u00a0 Were YOU taught to notice the different sounds made by a dropped penny, nickel, dime, quarter, and silver dollar?\u00a0 Can YOU tell, not by using YOUR irresistible, emerald eyes, if a person has picked up or is using a knife, spoon, or fork?\u00a0 Can YOU describe the physical dimensions of a room based solely upon a few noises made within it?”\u00a0 “Unfortunately, no.”\u00a0 “These are but a few examples of what a properly trained sense of hearing can tell YOU.\u00a0 YOUR, formal or amateur, teachers can not entirely be blamed for their failure.\u00a0 One can not impart what one does not know.”\u00a0 SHE regarded him pensively.\u00a0 “How did things come to be this way?”\u00a0 “In the U.S., there are (if my calculations, and the statistics upon which they are based, are accurate) approximately five hundred and forty sighted persons for every sightless, or as I would say, “Blind,” individual.\u00a0 Few, if any, of YOUR teachers personally knew anyone who could not see.\u00a0 Sight-dominated ways of thinking were the only ones available to them.\u00a0 Parenthetically, these thinking strategies are usually called “normal” by their creators or practitioners who are imprisoned by them.\u00a0 As it was for YOUR instructors, so was it for their teachers–and so on and so on.\u00a0 Ironically, what was intended to be, and is frequently perceived as, a tremendous blessing is in fact a great curse.\u00a0 Sighted persons are consistently and insistently instructed to (and do) highly develop and ubiquitously utilize your visual acuity.\u00a0 This is a good thing.\u00a0 Suppose the same degree of training had been applied to your other senses.\u00a0 Your lives would be far richer, sensorially speaking and perhaps in other ways, than many, if any, of you can possibly imagine.\u00a0 I am sometimes quite sad when I consider what has been unintentionally withheld from you.\u00a0 So far as I know every civilization this planet has ever known, irrespective of its size, was, or is, exclusively governed by the sight-ruled mindset.\u00a0 Our world is far more controlled by sighted persons than it is ruled by men.\u00a0 YOU may not agree with that statement.\u00a0 Nevertheless, it is accurate.\u00a0 In fact, some things YOU may attribute to male dominance are actually spawned by sight domination of most human minds.”\u00a0 “You will, of course, give ME some examples.”\u00a0 “I was hoping YOU would ask for evidence.\u00a0 Yes, MY LADY MESMER, I shall do as YOU bid.\u00a0 For YOUR will is stronger than my puny, undirected, little, imprudently focused, insignificant, not properly disciplined, minute, male will.\u00a0 Let us begin with every erotically dominant superior woman’s favorite, the high-heeled shoe, boot, slipper, etc.\u00a0 Question, am I a man?\u00a0 I am not asking YOU to tell me if I am much of a man.”\u00a0 “Yes, you are.”\u00a0 “Have I ever said I want or need YOU to wear high heels?”\u00a0 “No.”\u00a0 “Don’t a significant\u00a0 majority of YOUR male hypnoerotic clients or male submissives beseech YOU to wear them?\u00a0 I mean the shoes, not the men.\u00a0 Though, I believe, many would eagerly accede and succumb to that desire, if YOU ever wished to engage in that activity.”\u00a0 “Yes, almost all of them do.”\u00a0 “In what way(s) do I differ from all of YOUR other male hypnotic clients, erotic submissives, or voluntary and very devoted sexual servants?”\u00a0 \u00a0 “All of them can physically see.”\u00a0 “Most of YOUR male clientele want YOU to wear high heels.\u00a0 I am privileged and honored to have been selected as one of YOUR willing and eager male, hypnoerotic clients who also happens to possess a sexually submissive, slaveboy streak.\u00a0 Therefore, I want YOU to wear high-heeled shoes.\u00a0 Oops, I do not care if YOU wear them or not.\u00a0 The syllogism does not hold together.\u00a0 Conclusion, men who want YOU to wear high heels desire this because they can see, not because they are men.\u00a0 On a more personal note, YOU know very well what I want.\u00a0 I do not desire YOU to go through any rigorous or elaborate preparations for me.\u00a0 I don’t wish YOU to psych YOURSELF into some specific frame of mind before we spend any time together.\u00a0 When I am in YOUR presence, I want YOU to kick off YOUR shoes, let YOUR hair down, (Do both of these figuratively or literally or both.) and enjoy YOURSELF.\u00a0 That means much more to me than anything YOU could wear, any words YOU might say, or any act YOU can do.\u00a0 Two sources of YOUR immense, full, and feminine power supersede all the others combined.\u00a0 I know what hey are.\u00a0 Why would I overly concern myself with, or devote much of my focus to or both, YOUR shoes, clothes, hypnotic fixation devices, BDSM paraphernalia, any or all aspects of YOUR physical appearance, or even YOUR oh so sexy and irresistible voice?\u00a0 Without YOUR two greatest assets all the others would have taken YOU, or any other person who possessed their equivalents, only so far.”\u00a0 He paused for several seconds and took three or four deep breaths.\u00a0 “YOU know the only two things I truly want from YOU, have ever desired from YOU, and will ever long for from YOU are invisible, inaudible, untouchable, and not directly detectable by any of the other two senses.\u00a0 The appetizer(s) or the dessert(s) hold not my interest.\u00a0 Only the two main courses will satisfy me!\u00a0 The frosting is not the object of my search.\u00a0 The two cakes are my sole longing!”\u00a0 SHE clearly felt the emotion behind his words.\u00a0 SHE was acutely aware he was opening himself to HER.\u00a0 SHE also knew he was doing something else as well.\u00a0 Due to both (but particularly the latter) of these things SHE did not speak.\u00a0 On this sole occasion, SHE was glad he could neither see HER facial expression nor read the unspoken message(s) in HER eyes.\u00a0 For the latter SHE was especially grateful.\u00a0 SHE fervently hoped HER thoughts or feelings or both were not communicated by some nonvisual cue(s).\u00a0 SHE was unsure where this strand of their conversation would lead.\u00a0 SHE had to change the subject ASAP.\u00a0 “What other evidence, if any, can you offer in support of your contention?”\u00a0 He knew how perceptive SHE was.\u00a0 He assumed SHE had gotten his message.\u00a0 He suspected what SHE had done.\u00a0 He believed it was unnecessary and unwise to press HER on this point.\u00a0 He hoped he could restrain himself and wait for a more opportune time and place.\u00a0 He fervently wished these two items would soon manifest themselves.\u00a0 “Have YOU ever encountered any men who, based on YOUR looks and particularly the color of YOUR hair, assumed YOU were stupid or naive or both?”\u00a0 “Yes, I have.”\u00a0 “How many of these men were sightless?”\u00a0 “None of them lacked physical sight.”\u00a0 “Parenthetical question, will YOU tell me what YOU did with, or should I say to, some of these males?\u00a0 YOU may not be cognizant of this fact.\u00a0 Sometimes, I have voyeuristic and sadistic tendencies.”\u00a0 “Perhaps someday, if you are a good, little boy for KRYSTAL.”\u00a0 “I promise to be good.\u00a0 I will even be bad if YOU tell me to.”\u00a0 “I like a man who knows and freely acknowledges his place.”\u00a0 “In my judgment, attempting to correlate the size of an individual’s pyloric sphincter to that person’s intelligence level, is as sensible as linking someone’s hair color to that person’s expected mental capacity.\u00a0 Now I Return to the topic.\u00a0 Have I ever indicated, in any way, I believed YOU are not intelligent?”\u00a0 “Fortunately, for you, you have not.”\u00a0 “The desire for self-preservation can be very beneficial.\u00a0 I do not claim to be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree.\u00a0 However, I know enough to not get on YOUR bad side.\u00a0 Sidebar, YOUR PREDECESSOR and MENTOR, MISTRESS MARQUESA, states, in the first message in HER “Setting a Standard” series, the opinion that an excellent dominant need not be an Einstein clone.\u00a0 I concur.\u00a0 I am only a man.\u00a0 There is no other legitimate option than for me to subscribe to what YOUR FELLOW PRACTITIONER OF MIND MOLDING says.\u00a0 YOU know I am afraid of HER.\u00a0 Please don’t tell HER.\u00a0 However, anyone who knows YOU, or HER, well realizes BOTH OF YOU are far closer to the upper end of the intelligence spectrum than YOU are to the other one.\u00a0 Pardon me, second sidebar.\u00a0 YOU are at times paradoxical.\u00a0 I believe YOU desire to have certain people know who YOU are and what YOU are about.\u00a0 YOUR website, and YOUR other content, can reveal much about YOU to one who is astute and is not so taken by the lovely trees that he or she does not perceive the forest.\u00a0 Both of us know YOU are highly detail-oriented.\u00a0 YOU would have done a far better job of covering YOUR tracks and concealing YOURSELF had YOU wished to remain inconspicuous and incognito to everyone.\u00a0 Yet, YOU will not jump up on a table (figuratively, I am unsure about literally, speaking) and shout, “Here I am, look at ME!”\u00a0 This is what I think and feel YOU want.\u00a0 Anyone who desires to truly know YOU should: gather and analyze all legally permissible extant data concerning YOU; draw conclusions based on the information and the concomitant analysis; and combine these facts, the deductive reasoning, and their progeny along with any intuitive insights into a composite perception of YOUR nonmaterial essence.\u00a0 End of final sidebar.”\u00a0 He was doing it again.\u00a0 SHE resolved SHE would find out, in exact detail, how he had come to know HER so well.\u00a0 There was no time like the present to begin this knowledge transfer.\u00a0 “How do you arrive at your conclusions concerning ME?”\u00a0 “The formula is simple.\u00a0 The execution may be difficult.\u00a0 Accurate data, plus error-free processing, equals the right conclusion.\u00a0 The acronym for this is “ADPEPERC.”\u00a0 For this strategy to work correctly both the information and the analysis must be flawless.\u00a0 YOU provided the raw data.”\u00a0 “Give me a specific example of how you do this?”\u00a0 “YOUR title and name are, LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.\u00a0 LADY, is a term of feminine authority.\u00a0 It also has connotations of gentleness, graciousness, elegance, nobility of personality or character, and refinement.\u00a0 MESMER, is an allusion or link to the modern discoverer, or pioneering developer, of hypnosis.\u00a0 A crystal is often used as a fixation point.\u00a0 YOUR given name is spelled with a “K” and not a “C.”\u00a0 The question which rose in my mind was, why?\u00a0 KRYSTAL with a “K” is similar to and somewhat different from crystal with a “c.”\u00a0 My conclusion is YOU want those who are astute to comprehend YOU share similarities with other hypnotists and are also a unique personage.\u00a0 Shakespeare poses the question, “What’s in a name?”\u00a0 YOUR name and title reveal much concerning YOU.\u00a0 I think there are two types of perception, passive and active.\u00a0 In passive perception, one is aware of what one’s sense(s) are receiving.\u00a0 Little or no thought is deliberately applied to the particular stimulus.\u00a0 In active perception, the perceiver seeks to interact with the sensory perception(s).\u00a0 The perceiver internally, and in some instances externally, asks questions about some stimulus.\u00a0 The perceiving person attempts to divine any possible significance pertaining to the entire stimulus or some characteristic(s) thereof.\u00a0 “THE PRETENDER” was a science fiction and mystery show produced in the 1990’s.\u00a0 “Mr. Lee” is the title of an episode during the show’s third season.\u00a0 Mr. Lee is a sightless Chinese detective hired by someone in The Center to track down an escaped pretender named Jarod.\u00a0 Mr. Lee uses ADPEPERC and active perception.\u00a0 That YOU watch this episode is my humble recommendation.\u00a0 When YOU comprehend how Mr. Lee accomplishes his goal, YOU will possess a better understanding of how I tend to analyze things.”\u00a0 “Give ME another example.”\u00a0 The relationships of sexually dominant women to their feet and to high-heeled shoes should do nicely.\u00a0 To begin my understanding of these relationships, required me to simulate the experience of walking in high heels.\u00a0 Is AN EMERALD-EYED HYPNOTEUSE known to me getting ideas?\u00a0 The conclusion, based upon my simulation is, walking in high heels is unnatural, is not easy to do, is uncomfortable, causes sore feet, and is potentially injurious.\u00a0 Why would any woman choose to walk in those, in my opinion, hideous things?\u00a0 Aesthetics is the only reasonable answer.\u00a0 Some sighted people have said standing or walking in high heels accentuates the wearer’s calves, thighs, hips, buttocks, breasts, and certain movements of these aforementioned body parts.\u00a0 Also, certain clothing styles are supposedly far more appealing if the wearer is in high heels.\u00a0 The legal phrase, “quid pro quo,” describes the relationships under discussion.\u00a0 The following are my perceptions of a dominant woman’s thought process pertaining to these matters.\u00a0 “My willing submissives often want Me to wear high heels.\u00a0 High heels make My feet sore.\u00a0 In exchange for Me wearing high heels, My erotic submissives will: kneel at My feet; prostrate themselves at My feet; lick and\/or kiss My feet; massage My feet; worship My feet; etc.”\u00a0 Hypnoerotically dominant Superior Women add Their Own unique wrinkle to these relationships.\u00a0 my perceptions of Their thoughts are these.\u00a0 “Along with what a nonhypnotic romantic or professional dominant has Her submissive clients do with respect to Her feet, I shall use My feet as one of My chief mesmeric induction fixation points.\u00a0 The male gets what he wants, I.E. to look at Me wear high heels.\u00a0 While this occurs, I will get what I want, I.E. the establishment, maintenance, or increase of My influence or control over his masculine mind.””\u00a0 SHE mentally noted the most salient points he had made.\u00a0 “Let us go back to the members of your gender.\u00a0 I will concede, for now, that some of men’s more irritating actions are not necessarily inherently and\/or inextricably linked to their possession of a Y-chromosome.\u00a0 How can a sighted person combat the effects of sight-domination?”\u00a0 “I hoped YOU would ask me that.\u00a0 Soon I shall answer YOUR question.\u00a0 Before doing so, some points should be made concerning the power and ubiquitousness of sight domination.\u00a0 According to several different sources i’ve come across between 60 and 80 percent of all information a sighted person receives is visual data.\u00a0 YOUR Suzie Q’s my breasts are missing clip is, for reasons which are very evident to me, far more important than YOU may have ever realized.\u00a0 It raises some interesting and, in some cases, disturbing issues.”\u00a0 “How does it do that?”\u00a0 “In YOUR instructions, YOU tell Suzie she will not be able to see her breasts.\u00a0 YOU never give her any commands concerning the use of her hands.\u00a0 She could have used them to determine if her boobs were still extant.\u00a0 YOUR instructions indicate either YOU did not consider her tactile sense or YOU were unconcerned about its use.\u00a0 Based upon what is said in this clip, my assumption was that Suzie never raised either or both of her hands to her chest.\u00a0 A friend of mine, who viewed this clip, informed me this was not so.\u00a0 Had Suzie never felt her chest, my conclusion would be she automatically and unquestioningly accepted the validity of what her vision reported to her mind.\u00a0 That she used her hands and nevertheless did not perceive her breasts’ existence is even more intriguing.\u00a0 There are two probable explanations for this state of affairs.\u00a0 First, her sense of touch was altered, by YOUR posthypnotic suggestion that she could not perceive her breasts’ existence, as well as her vision.\u00a0 Second, the accurate information related by her hands was overridden by the fallacious data transmitted by her eyes or by YOUR postmesmeric commands or both.\u00a0 That clip clearly indicates that sight controls the minds of seeing persons.\u00a0 Why is vision’s influence so powerful?\u00a0 There are three possibilities.\u00a0 First, sight domination is hard-wired into the sighted human’s brain.\u00a0 If this is so, there may be, at most, little a seeing person can do to reduce or eliminate its presence.\u00a0 Second, vision domination is only learned.\u00a0 Should this be the case, what has been learned, perhaps, can be unlearned.\u00a0 The question is, is any sighted person willing to be reeducated?\u00a0 Third, sight domination is to some degree hard-wired and to a certain extent learned.\u00a0 In this circumstance, the ability to alter its control is dependent upon how much of it is learned.”\u00a0 He briefly paused in his discourse.\u00a0 “For most of our history it has been somewhat tedious and time-consuming for someone to manipulate the images another person received.\u00a0 During those days, vision domination was not so problematic and fraught with potential perils as it now is.\u00a0 Those earlier days are gone.\u00a0 It is highly unlikely they shall ever return.\u00a0 Now it is quite easy to capture, alter, and transmit an image to another person.\u00a0 In many instances, it is difficult or impossible for the person receiving the image to know it has been changed.\u00a0 Suppose someone intentionally changed then transmitted some image(s) to persuade people to a particular point of view.\u00a0 How many sighted persons tend to question some image seen on a television screen?\u00a0 Advanced image manipulation capabilities are fast becoming far more available to many more entities.\u00a0 That sighted persons tend to unthinkingly, or as many of them would say, “blindly,” accept what their vision reports is a grave danger.\u00a0 YOU know, all too well, how malleable the human mind can be.\u00a0 Consider the ramifications of what has been said.”\u00a0 SHE was doing precisely that.\u00a0 It would take some time and effort to fully assimilate the points he had elaborated upon.\u00a0 “Now shall my words turn to YOUR previous question.\u00a0 How can a sighted individual combat the power of vision domination over that person’s mind?”\u00a0 He was thoughtful for a few moments.\u00a0 “YOUR auditory acuity YOU desire to increase?\u00a0 Two things must have YOU.\u00a0 First, a guide and a teacher there must be.\u00a0 Second, much practice, even more practice, and still yet more much more practice must YOU.\u00a0 YOUR emerald eyes can deceive and enslave YOU.\u00a0 Not all things do they perceive.\u00a0 Them alone do not trust.\u00a0 Strong are YOUR other senses.\u00a0 Tell YOU much they can.\u00a0 Mind what they have to say.\u00a0 Help YOU much can they.\u00a0 Yes!\u00a0 Above all else this saying remember, “The keenest eye is the one that looks inward; which sees nothing yet perceives all things.””\u00a0 SHE placed HER palms together, pointed HER ten digits upward, and put a space between HER thumbs and HER fingers.\u00a0 “Thank you, Master Yoda.\u00a0 I shall try.”\u00a0 “No,” he answered HER!\u00a0 “Either do or do not.\u00a0 There is no try.\u00a0 Far more attractive are YOU than other Skywalkers.”\u00a0 He whistled twice.\u00a0 “A Jedi Master and a wolf.”\u00a0 “Now, KRYSTAL, anyone with any sense is absolutely aware that all men are only puppy dogs to YOU and the other Superior Women within the ranks of The Sisterhood.”\u00a0 “Yes, MY pet.\u00a0 Who is MY good boy?”\u00a0 “Arf, arf, arf, arf.\u00a0 KRYSTAL,”\u00a0 he paused slightly and plaintively lowered his eyelids, “Many professional or amateur erotically dominant persons seemed to be inextricably tied to various forms of physical restraint.\u00a0 Yes, it’s an awful and all too accurate pun.\u00a0 YOU know how I am about collars, hoods, masks, blindfolds, gags, and the like.\u00a0 I can not, I can’t, I just can’t.\u00a0 No, no I beg and beseech YOU!\u00a0 Please do not ever ask, or ever compel, me to do that!”\u00a0 His voice was halting.\u00a0 “I know and I understand.\u00a0 My deep and abiding influence or control can be established, maintained, or increased in a multitude of such subtle and oh so very pleasurable ways.\u00a0 In your case, no physical collar or its ilk is necessary.”\u00a0 SHE comfortingly stroked the back of his neck while SHE spake.\u00a0 “I can not tell YOU how much that means to me.\u00a0 One day, hopefully, an appropriate means of expressing my enormous gratitude will be available to me.\u00a0 So far as YOUR hearing is concerned, for now, I have two suggestions.\u00a0 First, make use of pictureless storytelling media, in other words, audio books or old radio programs.\u00a0 YOU may not like my second proposal.”\u00a0 “Why is that?”\u00a0 “It requires YOU to temporarily neutralize YOUR primary sense.”\u00a0 “You want ME to blindfold MYSELF?”\u00a0 “An intriguing, and for me possibly erotic, idea–but no.\u00a0 All I am asking YOU to do is watch what YOU usually do on TV with YOUR screen completely covered by a totally nontransparent object.”\u00a0 “I am not thrilled by that idea,” KRYSTAL responded.\u00a0 “Oh come on, it will be such fun!”\u00a0 “And who will enjoy ME doing this?”\u00a0 “Why me of course,” he said with a grin.\u00a0 “Indeed, MY little pet.\u00a0 I perceive some further training is in order.”\u00a0 SHE leaned across the table so his senses would detect, absorb, and be delightfully overcome by HER physical presence.\u00a0 Then SHE started stimulating his earlobes with HER thumbnails.\u00a0 It took some time for his breathing to return to its normal rate.\u00a0 More than once he swallowed hard.\u00a0 “LADY KRYSTAL MESMER, YOU know how hard it is for me to think straight when YOU do that.”\u00a0 “Oh, I am soooooo sorry.\u00a0 Would you like ME to stop?\u00a0 Would you rather I never touched you in this way ever again?”\u00a0 A knowing smile spread over her lips.\u00a0 “Why do YOU insist upon tormenting me by mentioning such horrible, terrible, and frighteningly dreadful dooms to me?\u00a0 Sometimes, YOU are so bad!\u00a0 YOU know, full well, I do not want YOU to stop.\u00a0 YOU also know why I (will, if necessary, fall to my knees and) beseech YOU to continue.\u00a0 It has to do with four words YOU have heard on a multitude of occasions.\u00a0 “That! feels! so! good!””\u00a0 “You say it, but you’ll never do it,” KRYSTAL said.\u00a0 “Do what,” he inquired?\u00a0 “Fall to your knees and tell ME how much you adore it when I touch you like this.”\u00a0 SHE slightly intensified HER pressure.\u00a0 “Yes, I will.”\u00a0 “Do it now,” SHE gently and firmly ordered.\u00a0 “Do what?”\u00a0 “Do not pretend you did not hear ME, MY pet.\u00a0 Fall to your knees and tell ME how much you want and need ME to touch you this way,” SHE said insistently.\u00a0 HER command was instantaneously heeded.\u00a0 “When will I ever learn not to say or write such things to YOU?\u00a0 I should always bear in mind YOUR degree of precision with respect to language usage.\u00a0 YOU often talk with YOUR clients about a magical, mesmerizing, irresistible crystal.\u00a0 They usually, if not always, assume YOU mean the ball or the stone in YOUR pendant or ring.\u00a0 Approximately sixty-five inches is The height of the actual magical, mesmerizing, irresistible KRYSTAL.\u00a0 Then there is one of YOUR favorite phrases, “harmless, little (insert specific item here).””\u00a0 “What makes you think I will permit you to acquire or retain such knowledge,” SHE inquired menacingly?\u00a0 SHE then laughed seductively.\u00a0 “So that explains it.\u00a0 I should have known.\u00a0 Before I take my inevitable nap at YOUR command, and begin my unavoidable journey to only YOU know where, may I ask \u00a0\u00a0YOU some questions?”\u00a0 “Permission granted,” she said indulgently.\u00a0 “Am I in trouble?”\u00a0 “We shall see.”\u00a0 “Would this be due to my remarks about YOUR being blindfolded being a turn on for me and my enjoyment of YOUR watching television sans video output?”\u00a0 “Perhaps.”\u00a0 “Will YOU be gentle with me?\u00a0 YOU know I am only a helpless and defenseless male who is completely powerless to resist YOUR sundry conspicuous charms and captivating capacities.”\u00a0 “Neither that nor your flattery nor both will save you, MY mischievous miscreant soon to be magically and mystically mesmerized into magnificent, male mindlessness.”\u00a0 “I didn’t think it would.\u00a0 Nevertheless, I had to try.”\u00a0 SHE employed his trigger.\u00a0 SHE watched him slide so easily and peacefully under the subtle sorceries of HER siren spell.\u00a0 As SHE softly spoke to him SHE massaged the area around his eyes with HER fingertips or stimulated his nerve endings by gently scratching his skin with HER nails.\u00a0 SHE knew the affect HER actions would have upon him.\u00a0 SHE was aware he rarely allowed anyone or anything to touch his neck, head, or especially his face.\u00a0 He had been this way from birth.\u00a0 He had granted HER license to touch him whenever, and almost wherever, SHE wished.\u00a0 He would not allow anyone else SHE knew to do so.\u00a0 SHE was the only one he trusted in such matters.\u00a0 SHE fully recognized the importance of the liberty and accompanying responsibility SHE had been given.\u00a0 HER tender and talented hands sent him deeper, deeper down, and still deeper down into the depths of HER hypnotic world, HER hypnotic words, HER hypnotic ways, HER hypnotic webs, HER hypnotic will, and HER hypnotic whimsicalness.\u00a0 “And now, MY not quite completely compliant pet, let’s have a little fun!”\u00a0 As SHE walked about the store, SHE recalled listening to some of HER older relatives and familial friends talk of listening to the radio as their primary means of entertainment.\u00a0 SHE vaguely remembered the names of some of the programs they mentioned.\u00a0 SHE was surprised to discover how much of this auditory material still existed.\u00a0 HER sightless client had given HER some excellent referrals for finding old-time radio shows and other audio material.\u00a0 He would not remember having done so.\u00a0 This was as it should be.\u00a0 No matter how hard he tried to lift it, the Vail of secrecy would remain firmly locked in place over his mentally fascinated, emotionally liberated, erotically stimulated, mistressfully mesmerized, masterfully manipulated, minuscule, male mind.\u00a0 He would never recollect several interesting and amusing things he had done on that day.\u00a0 Not until, or unless, SHE wished him to know what had occurred.SHE had seen to it that this was so.\u00a0 He had long known of HER powerful and insatiable mischievous streak and HER wicked and spontaneous sense of humor.\u00a0 He also knew (though the details were often to some degree obliterated) he was at times the target of these tendencies.\u00a0 HER playing with his memory was just a little payback for those two expressions of his sense of humor at HER expense.\u00a0 It was also a reminder to all concerned regarding the identity of who ruled the roost, the rooster, and all synonyms for the latter.\u00a0 “May I help YOU?”\u00a0 The salesperson was young, eager, and quite attentive.\u00a0 KRYSTAL took note that he was definitely a leg man.\u00a0 SHE had finely honed HER natural perceptiveness through considerable training and persistent practice.\u00a0 The importance of being observant was one of the themes SHE sought to implant in the consciousness of any of HER (past or present) prot\u00e9g\u00e9s.\u00a0 One of Homer Teeter Herreshoff’s (HER sightless friend) many observations about sighted people (KRYSTAL also learned from him that analyzing the beliefs, thought processes, actions, and eccentricities of sighted people was a frequently practiced and psychologically necessary activity for him and some of his closest visually impaired friends.) was, “Where the eyes are the mind tends to be.”\u00a0 This was one of the maxims governing HER understanding of, interactions with, and influence or control over sighted men.\u00a0 (This salesman was no exception to the rule.\u00a0 SHE had surreptitiously tracked his eye movements.\u00a0 SHE knew what he liked.)\u00a0 Despite Homer’s insistence, and several points of evidence SHE could not presently completely refute, part of HER was not ready to believe his quote was nearly as applicable to sighted women as it was for there male counterparts.\u00a0 “A friend of mine recommended I begin listening to old radio shows.\u00a0 There are so many available choices.\u00a0 What would you suggest?”\u00a0 He hoped THIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE (wearing, and WHO so gracefully moved in, those sexy, open-toed, high-heeled, stiletto shoes he had always loved so ardently) would never know what he actually wanted to suggest.\u00a0 He needed this job.\u00a0 He needed it badly.\u00a0 His libido would need to be whipped into submission.\u00a0 He scratched and bowed his slightly balding head.\u00a0 “Perhaps a compilation, consisting of various shows from different genres, is in order?”\u00a0 “Yes, I think that will do nicely.\u00a0 You have been very helpful.”\u00a0 “I always endeavor to serve,” he responded politely.\u00a0 “I like a man who enjoys servitude.”\u00a0 During their exchange, SHE invitingly smiled, imperially gazed, and impishly winked at him once or twice.\u00a0 He was uncertain what SHE meant by HER last remark.\u00a0 Some sort of premonition warned him he might not want to find out.\u00a0 Still, there was some quality about HER.\u00a0 He could not put it into words.\u00a0 It was impossible for him to fully grasp.\u00a0 It was becoming more and more difficult for him to think coherently.\u00a0 He did not comprehend.\u00a0 How was this possible?\u00a0 Why was this happening?\u00a0 What had SHE done to him?\u00a0 Nevertheless he could not truthfully deny that SHE was, SHE was, SHE was.\u00a0 He had to close his eyes for several seconds before he could speak to HER once more.\u00a0 “Will that be all?”\u00a0 “For the present.”\u00a0 For a second time he was puzzled by HER most recent statement.\u00a0 What was SHE attempting to tell him?\u00a0 Was SHE, in fact, trying to tell him anything beyond the obvious?\u00a0 Was it all in his mind?\u00a0 Did he have some justification to believe?\u00a0 Once again there was that foreboding, that fascination, and that frustration.\u00a0 He never had any breathing problems before now.\u00a0 He wondered why was it so warm in this air-conditioned store?\u00a0 “Very good, Ms.”\u00a0 “MESMER. MY name is KRYS!TAL MES!MER.”\u00a0 He escorted HER to the cashier.\u00a0 He watched HER pay for HER purchase.\u00a0 He distinctly heard HER bid him, “Farewell.”\u00a0 He regretfully watched HER, at last, walk Out of his sight.\u00a0 He was never so relieved and so sorry that someone he so scarcely knew was so soon departed.\u00a0 SHE was pleasantly surprised by how much SHE enjoyed using only HER ears.\u00a0 Homer, HER sole acquaintance who had fallen so completely under HER spell without ever succumbing to, and becoming irretrievably lost in, HER emerald eyes, had been right.\u00a0 Listening to a story and not having the brain-numbing crutch of external images did stimulate HER agile mind.\u00a0 Not having someone else’s manufactured images to fall back on forced HER to conceive and develop HER own mental pictures based on what HER ears perceived and HER mind believed.\u00a0 SHE would thank him for this excellent idea some day.\u00a0 Maybe SHE would do so before SHE allowed him to recall he had ever mentioned old radio programs to HER.\u00a0 His response might be quite amusing.\u00a0 SHE particularly loved placing certain kinds of people in deep hypnosis: those who thought they could not be mesmerized; those (especially men) who were absolutely, definitely, and totally cocksure they could never be hypnotized–particularly by an attractive woman and a blonde at that; and those whose personalities were drastically altered by mesmerism and a little creative, shall we say, encouragement.\u00a0 He belonged to the last group.\u00a0 He was always so controlled, logical, precise, reserved, seemingly unemotional, and sometimes misperceived as uncaring in his normal conscious state of mind.\u00a0 Under HER hypnotic persuasion he was quite different.\u00a0 He was almost unrecognizable.\u00a0 It was such fun to see and especially to cause.\u00a0 SHE recalled some incidents then heartily laughed aloud and broadly smiled to HERSELF.\u00a0 SHE was somewhat taken aback by the scope of subjects covered in old-time radio shows.\u00a0 Science fiction and mystery shows were particularly good in this regard.\u00a0 Programs like, “The Whistler” encouraged HER to employ ADPEPERC and active perception.\u00a0 Sci-fi shows, like “X Minus One,” dealt with topics like: the treatment of minorities; the potential dangers of unquestioning acceptance of dogmatic orthodoxy in any form or in any venue; the possible pitfalls of overly relying upon technology; the meaning of being human; and so much more.\u00a0 SHE was quite pleasantly surprised.\u00a0 The Real Dark Side’s agent, whom SHE had first cumulatively and then deeply hypnotized, had been right again.\u00a0 SHE would give him and HERSELF a treat for all he had done for HER.\u00a0 SHE pondered the question, what should it be?\u00a0 SHE immediately hit the button sending the CD player to the beginning of the currently playing track.\u00a0 SHE had to hear that once more.\u00a0 Memories of conversations SHE had overheard concerning this particular radio series came back to HER mind.\u00a0 The Shadow was a crime fighter who used invisibility while gathering information, questioning witnesses, interrogating suspects, and confronting the guilty.\u00a0 SHE listened to the program’s segment again.\u00a0 SHE had indeed heard what SHE thought SHE’d heard.\u00a0 The Shadow’s invisibility was a combination of telepathy and mesmerism.\u00a0 Over the next few days SHE turned the idea over and over in HER thoughts.\u00a0 SHE had manipulated a person’s sensory perception of reality on many occasions.\u00a0 Yet, SHE had never considered inducing, in any of HER myriad subjects, HER perceived partial or total invisibility.\u00a0 Now the notion was firmly implanted in HER consciousness.\u00a0 Now SHE gave it legitimate and serious consideration.\u00a0 SHE meticulously calculated all of the logistics and carefully pondered each of the ramifications of undertaking this enterprise.\u00a0 LADY KRYSTAL MESMER’s innate, insatiable, and ubiquitously recognized curiosity had served HER interests well for many years.\u00a0 It was one of the primary impetuses for HER exploration and eventual mastery of hypnosis in general and erotic mesmerism in particular.\u00a0 SHE also thrived on challenges.\u00a0 What was easy or mundane or both was irritating and anathema to HER frequently and conspicuously restless psyche.\u00a0 Long ago SHE realized experimentation was one of the keys to knowledge, wisdom, progress, innovation, HER personal accomplishments, and HER material success.\u00a0 Like a minuscule spark in an immense drought-stricken wood, the idea of being perceived as invisible by a sighted individual steadily grew and grew in strength.\u00a0 In the end SHE could stand it no longer.\u00a0 SHE had to know the truth.\u00a0 “LADY MESMER, may I make a request,” said Jefferson Thomason?\u00a0 He was one of her more well-educated and generous hypnoerotic clients.\u00a0 “What do you wish,” KRYSTAL responded?\u00a0 “Lately, my life has been far too predictable.\u00a0 I could really use a change, some variety, anything to get me out of this insufferably dull and humdrum routine.”\u00a0 “What did you have in mind?”\u00a0 “I just don’t know.\u00a0 I was really hoping YOU would have some ideas.\u00a0 I don’t wand to be burdensome.\u00a0 If YOU don’t feel YOU’re up to the challenge, today, perhaps we should reschedule this session?”\u00a0 SHE focused upon him and intensified HER stare.\u00a0 SHE was completely cognizant of how much he loved the beauty and respectfully feared the power of the large, luminous, and apocalyptic emerald windows to and mirrors of HER soul.\u00a0 He looked so adorable whenever he began to squirm under HER apparently all-consuming, all-encompassing, all-knowing, and all-powerful gaze.\u00a0 SHE leaned back in HER comfortable armchair and slowly and sensuously lowered HER eyelids.\u00a0 After a couple of minutes SHE sat upright and directed HER penetrating gaze at him a second time.\u00a0 “I think I have just the thing.\u00a0 Yes, I believe this will do nicely.”\u00a0 “Any hints or clues?”\u00a0 “Of course not, silly boy.\u00a0 That would spoil the surprise.\u00a0 Just sit back, relax, and put all your trust in your harmless, little KRYSTAL.”\u00a0 By nature and training LADY KRYSTAL MESMER was an impressively logical and meticulously detail-oriented personage.\u00a0 SHE had striven to achieve personal balance by cultivating, bringing forth, and expressing HER whimsical, carefree, and spontaneous side.\u00a0 SHE learned one means of accomplishing this was by recognizing and subsequently seizing an opportunity when it was presented to HER.\u00a0 HER bored pet wanted something out of the ordinary.\u00a0 SHE yearned to conduct HER most unorthodox (and many might say, “outlandish,”) hypnotic experiment.\u00a0 Serendipity and synchronicity had come through once again.\u00a0 “Now, my pet and third President of the United States, I’d like to show you one of MY newest, little toys.”\u00a0 SHE produced a small prism which rotated on a base.\u00a0 SHE set it near one of the candles SHE so adored and so frequently utilized.\u00a0 “Now, I want you to focus all of your considerable concentration on the harmless, little, rotating prism you see before you.\u00a0 See how it spins so easily and peacefully.\u00a0 See how MY little toy turns slowly, so slowly, so, so slowly.\u00a0 Now, see how the candle’s soft, wonderful light seems to dance on the prism’s.\u00a0 smooth and shiny sur!fa!ces!\u00a0 See the multitude of magnificent colors and shades.\u00a0 See how the candle’s soft, soo!thing light seems to sparkle and shimmer in such a so!porif!ic and mes!merizing man!ner.\u00a0 See how the candle’s captivating light seems to reflect and refract off of the prism’s smooth, soo!thing, and sen!suous sur!fa!ces.\u00a0 And now notice that your tired and oh so sleepy eyes are becoming heavier and heavier.\u00a0 And yet, it feels so good to just relax and let all of your attention center on the magical and mystical softly swirling prism as it soo!thingly spins before your eyes.\u00a0 Good.\u00a0 Very good.\u00a0 You are doing so very well.”\u00a0 SHE watched his face and form react.\u00a0 As light can be drawn into a black hole’s gravitational field, so his mind was effortlessly captivated, confiscated, and consumed by the perfect power of the smoothly spinning prism.\u00a0 KRYSTAL conjectured that this tiny, trifling trinket would be one of HER most subtle and effective toys.\u00a0 SHE smiled with delight at the prospect and all it portended.\u00a0 “Jefferson, you will listen very carefully to MY instructions.\u00a0 For MY thoughts are your thoughts.\u00a0 MY voice is the only thing you need to hear.\u00a0 MY will is stronger than your will.\u00a0 MY voice is the only thing you want to hear.\u00a0 For MY words are your words.\u00a0 MY voice is the only thing you will hear.\u00a0 MY! will! is stronger than your will.\u00a0 Any other sound you may hear will only compel you to devote more and more of your attention to the soft, soothing, seductive, soporific, and silky sound of MY mystical, magical, magnetic, magnificent, and mesmerizing voice.\u00a0 You will be unable to see ME after I awaken you from your hypnotic trance.\u00a0 No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to see ME.\u00a0 For MY! will! is! stronger! than your will.\u00a0 Your subconscious mind will totally remember and perfectly perform your instructions.\u00a0 MY thoughts are your thoughts.\u00a0 When you try to see ME, you will feel a potent and powerful arousal.\u00a0 MY words are your words.\u00a0 MY instructions are your instructions.\u00a0 The harder and harder you try to see ME, the stronger and stronger the arousal of your manhood will become.\u00a0 For MY will is your will is MY will that you yearn to obey above all else.\u00a0 You will be completely unable to release this sexual tension until I command you to do so.\u00a0 You will not cum until I command you to cum for me.\u00a0 You can only cum at my command.\u00a0 Shake your head from side to side and say, “yes,” if you understand your commands.”\u00a0 SHE saw and Heard him do as he was bidden.\u00a0 The time had come for the acid test.\u00a0 “I will count up from one to four.\u00a0 One, beginning to effortlessly and peacefully come up from your quiet, tranquil place in deep, deep hypnosis.\u00a0 Only your subconscious mind will recall all of your instructions.\u00a0 Two, your tired and heavy eyes are slowly beginning to open.\u00a0 Your subconscious mind will completely carry out and perfectly perform all of MY commands.\u00a0 Three, you are becoming more and more aware of everything around you.\u00a0 Your eyes feel as if they have been gently and lovingly washed in cool, clean, crys!tal clear alpine spring water.\u00a0 MY! will! is! stron!ger than! your will.\u00a0 And finally four, your eyes are completely open, you are totally alert, and you feel more wonderful than you have ever felt.”\u00a0 Thomason stretched contentedly after rubbing his temples and his eyes.\u00a0 He did not know how SHE did it, but each hypnosis session with HER was more effective than any of its predecessors.\u00a0 He did not recall ever telling HER this.\u00a0 He would not let this opportunity slip through his fingers.\u00a0 “KRYSTAL, how do YOU do it?”\u00a0 “Do what?”\u00a0 “Make each visit more.\u00a0 LADY MESMER?”\u00a0 SHE heard the concern in his voice and saw his eyes darting about the familiar room.\u00a0 “Jefferson, is something wrong?”\u00a0 “Why can’t I see YOU?”\u00a0 “What do you mean?”\u00a0 “I mean I can not see YOU.”\u00a0 “Dear boy, you must be mistaken.\u00a0 Perhaps, after coming out of your trance state, your eyes haven’t adjusted to the lower level of light in this room.”\u00a0 “i’ve never had that problem before.\u00a0 Something is weird.\u00a0 I can see myself.\u00a0 I can see every object in this room.\u00a0 But I can not see YOU at all.”\u00a0 “Come now, MY pet.\u00a0 I believe you are playing with ME.”\u00a0 “No, I am being serious.\u00a0 I still can’t see YOU.”\u00a0 He turned his face toward the voice.\u00a0 He saw HER chair.\u00a0 He saw HER desk.\u00a0 He did not see HER.\u00a0 “Maybe the effects of your hypnosis haven’t worn off completely.\u00a0 Try and really focus your sexy eyes,” KRYSTAL MESMER suggested.\u00a0 “That might help.”\u00a0 He did so.\u00a0 Nothing.\u00a0 He tried even harder.\u00a0 Still nothing.\u00a0 He tried as hard as he possibly could.\u00a0 Still there was nothing.\u00a0 There was no visible sign of LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.\u00a0 Jefferson Thomason was aroused.\u00a0 He did not understand.\u00a0 Oh boy, was this fellow aroused.\u00a0 What was his body doing to him?\u00a0 My heavens; my stars; my God, my Goddess, my Gods, whatever Jefferson Thomason Jefferson was never, ever, ever so, so aroused in his entire, freaking life!\u00a0 Why was this happening to him?\u00a0 His inability to see KRYSTAL (One horrible thought eclipsed all others.\u00a0 He might never again lose his heart, his mind, his soul, his spirit, his will, his body, his feelings, an everything else he possessed in the unfathomable, fathomless fathoms of LADY KRYSTAL MESMER’s irresistible, ensorcelling, enervating, entrancing, emerald eyes.) was bad enough.\u00a0 But this arousal was so sudden, so strong, and so inexplicable.\u00a0 He wondered if his body was going out of its mind?\u00a0 SHE saw and heard his various reactions to HER assumed cloak of invisibility and his arousal to end all arousals.\u00a0 It was difficult for HER to determine which experience affected him more profoundly.\u00a0 One thing was absolutely certain.\u00a0 The two in concert were more than enough to neutralize any mortal man.\u00a0 Successful mind manipulation was one thing.\u00a0 This was far beyond anything SHE had ever done and everything SHE had ever heard of or seen.\u00a0 “Jefferson Thomason, hear and obey my command.\u00a0 Cum for me!\u00a0 Cum! for your KRYSTAL!\u00a0 Cum! now! for LADY! KRYSTAL! MESMER!”\u00a0 Did he have any choice?\u00a0 SHE was so glad he could not pay any attention to the expression on HER lovely face.\u00a0 Never had SHE seen a man’s body move in quite that way nor nearly so forcefully.\u00a0 SHE led him back down into deep, deep hypnosis.\u00a0 SHE locked all knowledge of today’s session in the lowest bowels of his subconscious mind.\u00a0 SHE removed the posthypnotic suggestions SHE had issued on this day.\u00a0 SHE gently directed his mental processes back to his conscious state of being.\u00a0 Before his departure, he wondered aloud why his clothing felt so odd?\u00a0 SHE provided him no clue.\u00a0 When SHE was alone, SHE mentally reviewed the events of Jefferson Thomason’s latest session.\u00a0 Everything had gone swimmingly.\u00a0 Perceived total invisibility could be achieved.\u00a0 Now the question was, what could or would SHE do with it?\u00a0 The Shadow used his powers to battle evildoers.\u00a0 Might it be possible for HER to do the same?\u00a0 KRYSTAL made no secret of HER intense burning desire for control: of HERSELF; of HER environment; and, when achievable, HER interactions with others.\u00a0 THIS SUPERIOR WOMAN, like every other homo sapiens, could manipulate only so many of life’s variables.\u00a0 Finding a circumstance in which it was appropriate for HER to use HER newfound skill was one of these.\u00a0 SHE reluctantly resigned HERSELF to simply waiting (as much as it irked HER to do so) for the correct situation to present itself.\u00a0 HER deep and abiding desire to manage reality would not be entirely denied.\u00a0 First, SHE did extensive research on The Shadow.\u00a0 Then, SHE decided it was meet for HER to assign a suitable pseudonym to HER invisible alter ego.\u00a0 The Shadow was taken.\u00a0 Still, in some way, SHE wished to properly honor Walter Gibson and the others whose labors had created and brought to life Kent Allard and Lamont Cranston.\u00a0 HER greatest success came from deftly manipulating the erotic pleasures of others.\u00a0 After rejecting a multitude of candidates, SHE finally had the perfect choice.\u00a0 CUM XUMBRAX had a definite ring to it.\u00a0 Third, SHE practiced and refined a variety of laughs.\u00a0 These were designed to induce specific reactions in HER victims.\u00a0 Everything from irresistible seduction to excruciating terror.\u00a0 Some of HER laughs were intended to arouse, bring forth, and exacerbate multiple, and sometimes paradoxical, (SHE readily knew and perpetually employed, in HER profoundly pleasurable professional and private pursuits, the (psychologically destabilizing and perhaps paralyzing) power of the paradox.) feelings.\u00a0 HER thespian interest, training, and ability served HER well.\u00a0 Fourth, SHE brushed up on HER long-neglected, and previously in HER evaluation patently useless, talent for ventriloquism.\u00a0 From the moment he dragged himself through the door, his expression revealed something was horribly wrong.\u00a0 He sat down heavily in the chair and glowered at the floor.\u00a0 KRYSTAL came to stand behind him and began maternally massaging HER deeply discouraged pet’s neck, shoulders, and back.\u00a0 “Jefferson, what is wrong, my dear, good, little boy,” SHE inquired empathetically?\u00a0 “It’s my second cousin, Liana O’Hara.”\u00a0 “What is wrong with her?”\u00a0 “She is not the problem.\u00a0 It’s that miserable!, wretched!!, repulsive!!!, obnoxious!!!!, slimy!!!!!, misbegotten!!!!!!, insigrevious!!!!!!! jackasshole!!!!!!!! of a fianc\u00e9 of hers i’d like to slowly strangle, excruciatingly impale, and agonizingly draw and quarter so very, very slow!ly!”\u00a0 The menace with which he uttered the last word surprised and temporarily unnerved HER.\u00a0 The increasing intensity of the expressions which crossed his visage, and his voice’s rise in volume and pitch, declared what he thought of and felt about this loathsome creature who called him\/it-self a man and a human being.\u00a0 “You know murder is wrong,” stated SHE.\u00a0 “In my judgment it would be justifiable, and hopefully chronically and perniciously torturous, vermin eradication.”\u00a0 SHE spoke to him in a professorial tone.\u00a0 “Now, Jefferson, as I have frequently reminded you, you must, at times, fully express your deepest feelings.”\u00a0 SHE saw him stick out his tongue and waggle it at HER facetious advice.\u00a0 “What, exactly, has he, excuse ME it, done?”\u00a0 “A far more apt question is, “What has Brutus Iago Quisling not done?”\u00a0 LADY MESMER could not contain HERSELF.\u00a0 SHE burst out in unmanageable peals of laughter.\u00a0 For some time SHE could not hold HERSELF erect.\u00a0 When SHE, at long last, was able to do so, tears still streamed from HER eyes.\u00a0 “Please, MY precious petite pet, tell ME you are pulling MY leg.”\u00a0 He conjectured that if SHE had been telepathic he would have been in serious trouble long ago, and on a myriad of occasions, concerning the number and types of thoughts he had regarding HER lovely legs.\u00a0 HER reference to him pulling HER leg did not make things any easier for him.\u00a0 It, however, did make them more fun and interesting.\u00a0 He hoped SHE would never probe him on such matters while he was in trance.\u00a0 This, of course, assumed SHE had not previously examined his fantasies on this subject.\u00a0 He did not recall HER ever having done so.\u00a0 Then again, would KRYSTAL let him?\u00a0 Asking HER about this might give HER ideas.\u00a0 He knew all too well, by observation and particularly personal experience, SHE had more than enough of those on HER own.\u00a0 “No, that is its name.”\u00a0 “Was there a frustrated, Shakespearean thespian dwelling within his matriarch or sire or both?”\u00a0 “I know next to nothing about his progenitors.”\u00a0 “What were his parents thinking?”\u00a0 “Had its parents been thoughtful, his brothers and sisters would have had one less sibling, or pet, or whatever it is.”\u00a0 “What has he done to your cousin?\u00a0 Is he unfaithful?”\u00a0 “Judas Iscariot, Delilah, and Benedict Arnold combined were not as faithless as it has been to Liana.\u00a0 When she is not with it, it will chase anything in a skirt, a dress, or wearing anything else.”\u00a0 “Have you, or anyone else, ever told her about this cad?”\u00a0 “No, I have not.\u00a0 She told me to never again interfere in her romantic relationships.\u00a0 I don’t think anyone else has told her anything.”\u00a0 “Are there any places he usually frequents when he’s sniffing for, as it would probably say, “Fresh meat?””\u00a0 “Yes.\u00a0 He hangs out in a couple of favorite haunts and watering holes.\u00a0 i’d really like to not think about this mess for a while.\u00a0 Would YOU please do that marvelous and miraculously mind-blowing technique of YOURS with the thumbs?\u00a0 Oh yes!\u00a0 That’s the one.\u00a0 OH! YES!!\u00a0 Thank YOU.\u00a0 Oh! oh YES!!!\u00a0 YOU are sooooooo good.\u00a0 My Goddess YES!!!!…”\u00a0 KRYSTAL put the finishing touches on HER preparations for HER night’s work.\u00a0 SHE would precisely script everything to the best of HER considerable abilities.\u00a0 SHE reviewed HER appearance in HER favorite full-length mirror.\u00a0 What makeup SHE wore was magnificently dazzling and subtly understated.\u00a0 HER clothing was elegant with just the barest (almost imperceptible, yet, definitely noticeable) hint of coquettishness.\u00a0 HER custom-made, sheer, black, satin, opera-length gloves allowed HER to fully display HER masterfully manicured, perfectly polished, long, and lovely nails.\u00a0 The glovemaker insisted it was not feasible to make gloves which did so.\u00a0 He would not say so to HER again.\u00a0 He would never, ever contradict or disagree with LADY KRYSTAL MESMER about anything again.\u00a0 The piece de resistance, the greatest tool in HER chest, and the mightiest of all items in HER cunningly calculated and crafted arsenal of male mind melting weaponry was a monumental and stunningly gorgeous girasol, tanzanite, and emerald ring. This evening SHE would wear it as a pendant.\u00a0 SHE knew well SHE was fully prepared to execute HER purpose.\u00a0 SHE was definitely dressed to the nines plus four.\u00a0 SHE tested the CD player before slipping it into HER purse.\u00a0 It performed flawlessly.\u00a0 The compact disc SHE had burned contained several audio clips designed to enhance CUM XUMBRAX’s effects on HER victim’s mind.\u00a0 SHE was pleased with HER selections.\u00a0 While driving to the first club on HER list, SHE reviewed the data on HER prey.\u00a0 After his tension was relieved and forgotten, Jefferson had unwittingly provided HER an exact description and comprehensive personality profile of Brutus Quisling.\u00a0 He considered himself to be an exceptionally fascinating ladies man.\u00a0 He assumed few men, and no women, were in his league in the romantic arts.\u00a0 He was also quite boastful concerning any of his overblown, meager accomplishments.\u00a0 KRYSTAL foresaw no difficulty in attracting and successfully dealing with him.\u00a0 SHE easily gained admittance to the club.\u00a0 Rarely did SHE have any setbacks in such matters.\u00a0 Men were almost always so amenable to accommodating HER requests.\u00a0 Before entering, SHE had to select from amongst several eager males who nearly fought to valet park HER car.\u00a0 SHE was escorted to and seated at the best table in the house.\u00a0 Once there, SHE casually, yet thoroughly, surveyed the patrons.\u00a0 HER eyes located HER quarry attempting to work the room.\u00a0 SHE surreptitiously kept track of his movements while being amiably engaged in some fascinating conversations by several delightful persons.\u00a0 After some time, a waiter hesitantly approached HER table.\u00a0 “Excuse me, MISS, would YOU like to have something now?\u00a0 There is a gentleman who wishes to buy YOU any drink of YOUR choice.”\u00a0 “Who is this gentleman?\u00a0 Where is he?”\u00a0 The slightly agitated cocktail waiter leaned in closer to HER.\u00a0 “LADY MESMER, please listen to me,” he whispered.\u00a0 “It is irregular and most unprofessional for me to interfere with what our customers wish to do.\u00a0 Nevertheless, I feel I must.\u00a0 This man is not suitable for.\u00a0 What I mean to say is he is worthless and most unworthy of YOU.”\u00a0 “How do you know MY name and title?”\u00a0 “I have been a happy and grateful member of YOUR En-Tranced club for some time.\u00a0 The management would be furious if they knew what I was doing.\u00a0 But this fellow is abhorrent, odious, and oafish regarding his treatment of the fairer sex.”\u00a0 “Point him out, please.”\u00a0 SHE saw him quickly gesture towards Brutus Quisling and shake his head slightly.\u00a0 Only SHE saw his actions and knew there import.\u00a0 SHE gazed directly into his eyes and reassuringly stroked his forearm.\u00a0 “I understand.\u00a0 I guarantee all will be well.\u00a0 I hope you take MY meaning.”\u00a0 “I believe I do,” he said.\u00a0 He could almost feel the awareness and confidence radiating from HER intense, and when SHE chose enigmatic, emerald eyes.\u00a0 His concern for HER was abated, his nervousness started to subside, and his slight smile held fragile traces of knowing.\u00a0 KRYSTAL beckoned for him to sit next to HER.\u00a0 They had a private and meaningful chat.\u00a0 He then returned to his duties.\u00a0 LADY MESMER smiled to HERSELF.\u00a0 After he got home, this chivalrous, trusting, and potentially self-sacrificing man, would have an experience he would long remember.\u00a0 He would, at least, recall certain portions of what would occur.\u00a0 SHE accepted Brutus’s offer and ordered HER favorite drink.\u00a0 He quickly followed its arrival and sat down across from HER.\u00a0 “Hello, babe.\u00a0 As YOU know, I am Brutus Quisling.”\u00a0 “MY name is KRYSTAL.”\u00a0 “Names are superfloss and unsignificant.\u00a0 All that matters is how much I want YOU.\u00a0 I know how YOU feel about me.\u00a0 I saw YOU holding a long conversation about me with the drink jockey.\u00a0 Are YOU enjoying my gift?”\u00a0 “Yes, it is excellent.\u00a0 Thank you for l’aperitif.”\u00a0 He regarded HER quizzically.\u00a0 “Uh, YOU’re welcome?”\u00a0 “I find having a drink before dining to be very relaxing.\u00a0 It somehow allows ME to unwind from MY busy, busy day and just be MYSELF.”\u00a0 “Well, YOU know the old saying, “In vino varieties.””\u00a0 “Yes, observing someone under the influence of spirits is one effective means of discerning what dwells in that person’s mind, heart, and soul.”\u00a0 They talked for some minutes.\u00a0 SHE only spoke now and then.\u00a0 He asked HER few questions. He tried to impress HER in every way he could come up with.\u00a0 SHE moved HER slender hands while they conversed.\u00a0 His career prospects, his level of expertise in his avocations, his appreciation of feminine pulchritude, and the list (with explicit and excruciating descriptions) of his expensive toys were his preferred subjects of pointless pontification.\u00a0 SHE drew him out on each topic with little effort.\u00a0 The light frequently flickered from HER nails as they were calculatingly moved.\u00a0 SHE noted his eyes often settled several inches below HER chin and once in a while on HER beautiful hands.\u00a0 At length, he chose to make known his intentions.\u00a0 “We’re both mature.\u00a0 I’m a man.\u00a0 YOU’re a great looking gal.\u00a0 I’d like to get to know YOU better–in the Bibliothequeical sense.”\u00a0 “Yes, you and I are legally adults.\u00a0 I am very interested in you.\u00a0 In fact, you are just the man I’ve been searching for.”\u00a0 SHE beheld the gleam in his restless eyes.\u00a0 He proudly and possessively placed his arm around HER as they departed.\u00a0 His facial expression was victorious and lascivious.\u00a0 When he saw HER car, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.\u00a0 He presumptuously and pedagogically offered to slowly, carefully, and patiently instruct HER in the basic points of automotive maintenance.\u00a0 Later, if SHE wished, he would be glad to tutor HER on the subject’s finer points.\u00a0 He believed SHE considered him gallant.\u00a0 He knew he was being helpful.\u00a0 After all, SHE was a gorgeous woman and a blonde.\u00a0 What could SHE know about cars, or machinery, or anything else?\u00a0 There was one subject he assumed SHE knew well.\u00a0 He hoped he would soon find out.\u00a0 That idea filled his head(s) as he drove.\u00a0 Once they reached his home, SHE parked behind his car.\u00a0 He showed HER around his home.\u00a0 He took every opportunity to point out his successes.\u00a0 He proudly told HER, “I am very pleased with my socioeconomic status quid pro quo.”\u00a0 KRYSTAL MESMER smiled while he talked.\u00a0 When they returned to the living room, he pressed a button without even glancing at it.\u00a0 The lights dimmed, music began to play, and the poorly refurbished faux marble fireplace started to glow.\u00a0 They sat together on the loveseat.\u00a0 He never took his eyes off HER.\u00a0 He never beheld HER face’s expressions.\u00a0 “To quote The Immoral Bard, “What’s in a name?”\u00a0 I don’t remember YOU telling me YOUR last name.”\u00a0 “It must be the blonde in ME.\u00a0 MY familial name is MESMER.”\u00a0 “I assume that’s the inebriated Americanized name of the manufacturer of German airplanes used in World War I?”\u00a0 “You might say that.”\u00a0 He gently placed one hand on HER thigh.\u00a0 “I always like to relax myself before I engage in Lemuria toujours.\u00a0 Hearing a good joke relaxes me.\u00a0 Say, what did the blonde chemistry major ask about the dictionary?”\u00a0 “Like, I duh know,” KRYSTAL answered.\u00a0 “Why isn’t water spelled h-o-o?\u00a0 Oh and that blonde in you must be very tiny.”\u00a0 He laughed much at his two examples of cleverness.\u00a0 SHE gazed directly into his eyes.\u00a0 “A good source of amusement is a wonderful thing.\u00a0 You are right about one thing.\u00a0 Relaxation is essential before lovemaking and many other things.\u00a0 In fact, there is something I enjoy doing very much.\u00a0 Particularly, when I am in the company of a very unique sort of man such as yourself.\u00a0 One’s palette must be thoroughly cleansed before one can fully enjoy the multitudinous, subtle, and sophisticated sensual pleasures of a fine wine, an excellent meal, or a wonderful cigar.\u00a0 Likewise, one’s mind, heart, and soul must be awakened and prepared before true lovemaking can take place.\u00a0 Yes, deep relaxation is the sorbet of the inner self.\u00a0 I very much desire you to join ME in a little preparation before the inevitable onset of ultimate plea!sure!.”\u00a0 SHE enunciated HER last word as though SHE was offering him an invaluably precious prize.\u00a0 “What would YOU have me to do,” he inquired expectantly?\u00a0 “I yearn for both of us to make ourselves as comfortable as we can, sit back, relax, and mutually focus all of our attention on some specific object.”\u00a0 SHE closed HER eyes in pseudocontemplation, then slowly raised HER eyelids.\u00a0 “Uummmrrrrrhhhhhhh,” SHE purred so softly and ever so seductively.\u00a0 “I think MY perfectly polished, long, and lovely nails will serve MY purposes oh so very, very well.\u00a0 Don’t you agree?”\u00a0 He would have agreed to anything SHE said at that moment.\u00a0 The anticipated expression of his libido was just that strong.\u00a0 He quickly and wordlessly nodded his head(s).\u00a0 SHE began to slowly move HER fingers back and forth within his field of vision.\u00a0 “Now, we should just let our eyes come to rest upon MY beautiful nails.\u00a0 See the fascinating contrast between the shimmering and sparkling color of MY nails and the dark mysterious color of MY long, lovely, satin gloves.\u00a0 See how the light begins to soft!ly, and slow!ly and sum!ptuous!ly dance before your eyes.\u00a0 Yes, and as we continue to devote more and more of our focus to MY wonderfully manicured and perfectly polished nails.\u00a0 We find that your eyes are slowly and surely becoming more and more relaxed, more and more relaxed, and more and more soothingly heavy, and tired, and sleepy eyes.\u00a0 Good, you are doing so very well.\u00a0 I am so proud of you.”\u00a0 Throughout the evening, KRYSTAL had reviewed HER perceptions of Quisling.\u00a0 SHE acknowledged Jefferson’s assessment of the man who now lusted for HER had been far too generous.\u00a0 The number and size of his personality and character flaws had been grossly understated by HER erudite, good, little boy.\u00a0 Brutus must be dealt with.\u00a0 He must be dealt with severely.\u00a0 Brutus Iago Quisling must be dealt with now!\u00a0 SHE knew what he wanted to see.\u00a0 Though he had said nothing, he was a subtle as a collision of supernovas.\u00a0 SHE would make him long regret his bestial desire to reduce HER to nothing but a collection of brainless and soulless body parts.\u00a0 Slowly, so slowly, so very slowly, so meticulously and very slowly SHE moved HER hand toward the focal point of his eyes ever since he’d sat at HER table.\u00a0 SHE could almost see the saliva vulgarly and disgustingly dribbling from the wretched and decrepit fangs within his minuscule and mortified mess of a mind.\u00a0 Quickly SHE brought forth HER ring of power and thrust it into the room’s light.\u00a0 SHE greatly appreciated and undetectably savored the ring’s disconcerting affect on this man.\u00a0 Before he could react or utter a word, HER velvety voice began weaving its wicked webs and spinning its siren spells.\u00a0 “Now, Brutus Quisling, center your gaze upon my wonderful, magnificent, magical, mystical, and mesmerizing ring.\u00a0 See how effortlessly, easily, and peacefully the three gemstones draw in and captivatingly capture your heavy, tired, and oh so sleepy eyes.\u00a0 In your mind’s eye see yourself falling slowly and comfortably into a soft, relaxing featherbed of soothing and sleepy comfort.\u00a0 And as I count down from thirteen to one, with each number you will feel yourself going deeper and deeper into trance.\u00a0 Thirteen, going deeper and deeper.\u00a0 Twelve, you can not look away from MY perfectly polished nails or MY magical and mesmerizing ring.\u00a0 Eleven, you hear on!ly! MYYYYYYYYYYYYY voice.\u00a0 Ten, MY thoughts becoming your thoughts are MY thoughts.\u00a0 MY entrancing emerald enervates your mind.\u00a0 Nine, MY soft, silky, seductive, and soporific voice echoing in, then overcoming, and at last consuming your empty mind.\u00a0 Eight, MY words are your words.\u00a0 Seven, MY nails and MY ring are all you need to see.\u00a0 Six, MY voice is all you want to hear.\u00a0 MY tanzanite tantalizes your senses.\u00a0 Five, feeling more and more wonderful as you descend deeper and deeper into deep hypnosis.\u00a0 Four, for MY instructions are your instructions are MY instructions which you are asking of yourself.\u00a0 Three, feeling more and more wonderful as you relax down more and more.\u00a0 MY girasol garroting your resistance.\u00a0 Two, for MY will is stronger than your will.\u00a0 And now one, awaiting MY instructions and ready to perfectly obey MY commands.\u00a0 For MY will is so much stronger than your menial, mendacious, meretricious, and soon to be eviscerated and emasculated (though the latter is in no wise difficult), male, chauvinist piggish will.”\u00a0 While performing HER ring induction, SHE moved HER hand over HER breast.\u00a0 Sometimes HER movements were circular, and sometimes they were linear.\u00a0 Some of HER gestures were vertical, and others were horizontal.\u00a0 At times SHE moved over one breast, at other times SHE moved around or across the other, and still at other times SHE moved the ring that ruled his rude, repugnant, rudimentary, and reptilian mind across or around both breasts.\u00a0 He had gotten what he wanted.\u00a0 In the end, blonde, harmless, little LADY KRYSTAL MESMER had him.\u00a0 Brutus Quisling was thoroughly confused.\u00a0 He did not know who was laughing.\u00a0 He wondered where that laugh was coming from?\u00a0 He wished he knew where he was.\u00a0 He groggily realized he was in his bedroom.\u00a0 He hoped he had gotten lucky with that gorgeous blonde.\u00a0 What was HER name?\u00a0 Again there was that laughter.\u00a0 His hand quickly reached out for the bedside table lamp.\u00a0 Why was he naked?\u00a0 He remembered.\u00a0 He could not recall what he remembered.\u00a0 Who was this woman whose laughter mocked and menaced him from nowhere and yet everywhere?\u00a0 Where was that music and that man’s voice coming from.\u00a0 What had he said?\u00a0 Where was that bitch who still contemptuously laughed him to scorn?\u00a0 What did SHE find so amusing?\u00a0 Again SHE laughed.\u00a0 “So, you pompous, pugnacious, pathetic, pusillanimous, and puerile excuse for an overgrown and infantile little boy who presumes to call itself a man, I see you are conscious.\u00a0 Or as conscious as something with such a severely limited mind can ever be.”\u00a0 “YOU broad, YOU bitch, YOU vertigo! who are you?”\u00a0 SHE clicked HER tongue derisively.\u00a0 “Such language from someone who is so completely helpless against the awesome powers of MY oh so full and feminine forces.”\u00a0 “Why can’t I see YOU?”\u00a0 I have completely clouded your conspicuously contemptible mind.\u00a0 You shall never behold the legendary loveliness of CUM XUMBRAX.”\u00a0 “Where is that blonde?\u00a0 Where is, uh…\u00a0 uh KRYSTAL?”\u00a0 “I have saved HER from your loathsome and lustful loins.\u00a0 Now, you must deal with ME.\u00a0 Oh no, no, no.\u00a0 Now, I shall deal with you.”\u00a0 HER laughter seemed to come from everywhere.\u00a0 “When I get up, I am going to.”\u00a0 “You can not move, unless I permit it.\u00a0 Listen well, satyr.\u00a0 For now, you can only move your left arm.\u00a0 The harder you try to move your right arm or either of your legs, the more paralyzed that limb will become.\u00a0 Try and get up if you can.”\u00a0 What kind of witch’s trick was this?\u00a0 It was as SHE foretold.\u00a0 How had SHE done this?\u00a0 He could push himself up to a sitting position with his nondominant hand.\u00a0 He could do no more.\u00a0 That damned laughter came once more.\u00a0 He could almost feel HER confidence growing.\u00a0 “If I could only see you.”\u00a0 The ceiling light was turned on.\u00a0 He did not know how.\u00a0 He saw himself and everything else in his bedchamber.\u00a0 All was as it should have been.\u00a0 He could see no woman.\u00a0 “Release me,” he demanded.\u00a0 “Of course I will,” SHE fell silent for interminable moments, “not!”\u00a0 That laugh, that accursed laugh echoed in his mind.\u00a0 “Listen well, satyr.\u00a0 Now none of your limbs will respond to your desires.\u00a0 Try and resist MY powers, if you dare.”\u00a0 No woman could do this to him.\u00a0 No broad would ever tell him what to do.\u00a0 He would show HER.\u00a0 He did show HER.\u00a0 He was absolutely immobile.\u00a0 Well, not quite it seems.\u00a0 At least his head could move.\u00a0 “Why are you doing this to me?”\u00a0 “You have mistreated many women.\u00a0 Do not attempt to lie.\u00a0 I am everywhere.\u00a0 I am nowhere.\u00a0 I am inside your mind–what little of it exists.\u00a0 I am the voice of truth.\u00a0 I am what your conscience should have been.\u00a0 I am your judge.\u00a0 I am your tormentor.\u00a0 I know all things.\u00a0 I am CUM XUMBRAX.”\u00a0 SHE laughed and laughed and laughed.\u00a0 “You don’t know me.\u00a0 You know nothing about me.”\u00a0 “Indeed, Brutus Iago Quisling.\u00a0 You have attempted to deceive ME.\u00a0 Now for your punishment.\u00a0 What shall it be?”\u00a0 There was silence for some time.\u00a0 “Listen well, satyr.\u00a0 When you hear ME laugh, you will become more and more aroused.\u00a0 The more you hear MY laughter, the stronger and stronger your arousal shall become.\u00a0 You will only be able to release this hot, terrifying, and unstoppable sexual pressure at MY command.\u00a0 When you hear ME laugh, your wretched scalp will itch.\u00a0 The more you hear MY laughter, the more your worthless scalp will itch.\u00a0 You can not scratch this itch until I give you leave.\u00a0 Listen well, satyr.\u00a0 You can now move your arms and hands.\u00a0 You can not use them to touch or relieve your itchy scalp or the tremendous arousal of your miniature and meaningless manhood.\u00a0 Listen well satyr.\u00a0 You must obey ME.\u00a0 For MY will is stronger than your will.”\u00a0 He heard that laugh.\u00a0 The arousal commenced.\u00a0 He wondered why SHE called him that word, satyr?\u00a0 His scalp did start to itch.\u00a0 More of HER evil laughter.\u00a0 The itch was getting worse.\u00a0 The arousal was stronger now.\u00a0 Why did SHE continue to call him by that word?\u00a0 He moved his hand(s) toward one or the other.\u00a0 He could not touch either one.\u00a0 More and more SHE laughed.\u00a0 The two sensations were unbearable now.\u00a0 Why did SHE mistakenly use that word for him?\u00a0 He was not a Jewish man.\u00a0 Not seeing his ACCUSER and TORMENTOR was unnerving.\u00a0 Now he knew why he feared the darkness as a child.\u00a0 That SHE exerted absolute control over his body was agonizing.\u00a0 He always suspected those voodoo movies were based on fact.\u00a0 He could move his arms.\u00a0 It did him no good at all.\u00a0 SHE was right again.\u00a0 SHE was always right.\u00a0 SHE was in complete control.\u00a0 Did SHE know how he had interacted with women?\u00a0 He did not dare to openly question HER knowledge or HER powers.\u00a0 He could stand it no longer.\u00a0 He screamed again and again.\u00a0 He begged for mercy.\u00a0 He promised HER anything SHE desired.\u00a0 SHE just continued HER merciless, menacing laughter at his expense.\u00a0 “What do YOU want,” he whimpered.\u00a0 “We have much to discuss.\u00a0 You, Brutus Iago Quisling, will have much to learn and even more to do.”\u00a0 Jefferson Thomason was whistling as he strode through the door.\u00a0 SHE had never known him to do that.\u00a0 “Well, well someone is a happy camper today.”\u00a0 “You are?\u00a0 Please forgive me for not noticing,” he quipped.\u00a0 “Will you tell ME the good news?”\u00a0 “Mr. Quisling has undergone a marvelously miraculous and apparently meaningful metamorphosis.”\u00a0 “Did I hear you say, Mr. Quisling?\u00a0 You do not call this entity it?”\u00a0 “To answer YOUR questions, yes I did and not often.\u00a0 It is amazing to behold and absolutely wonderful for my cousin.”\u00a0 “What are the changes in him?”\u00a0 “He is being honest with and faithful to Liana.\u00a0 He sent her a letter listing every instance of his infidelity.\u00a0 The letter included: names of the other women; the locations of their rendez-vouses; the times when they were together; and all contact information for each female.\u00a0 In her presence, he burned, shredded, or destroyed every memento from each of his previous affairs.\u00a0 He is, at her insistence, undergoing intensive psychotherapy with a male psychiatrist.\u00a0 He barely looks at any other woman, whether he is, or is not, with my cousin.”\u00a0 “I imagine Miss O’Hara is quite pleased?”\u00a0 “Exuberant, ecstatic, and overjoyed would be nearer the mark.”\u00a0 “What brought on his salubrious transformation?”\u00a0 “That’s the oddest thing of all.\u00a0 No one knows.\u00a0 He swears he did not write or send the letter.\u00a0 He, however, could not deny the handwriting, in the letter and on the envelope, was his.\u00a0 There was one morning when he woke up with the mother and grandmother of all hangovers.\u00a0 He says he only remembers having a couple of cocktails the night before.\u00a0 Now he is virtually a teetotaler.\u00a0 Whatever the cause, all of us are much relieved and very, very thankful.”\u00a0 \u00a0 “I suppose the Romans were right when they said, “in wine truth.””\u00a0 “So it seems.”\u00a0 “And the other women?”\u00a0 “It seems Brutus Iago Quisling has at last gained some humility and developed a conscience in such matters.”\u00a0 “I am quite pleased things have worked out for the better.”\u00a0 “You and everyone concerned.”\u00a0 “Oh, by the way Jefferson, have I shown you MY brand spanking new, harmless, little ? ….”\u00a0 LADY KRYSTAL MESMER stretched out luxuriantly on the wonderful mattress atop HER exceptionally comfortable, queen-sized, canopied, four-posted bed with its richly decorated, hand carved, antique bedstead.\u00a0 SHE reviewed the first instance of CUM XUMBRAX’s handiwork.\u00a0 HER postmesmeric suggestions to Brutus Quisling had been obeyed to the letter.\u00a0 One day, he might even be a barely acceptable male.\u00a0 SHE seriously doubted he would ever be worthy of holding the designation of, “man.”\u00a0 Things had gone far better than even SHE could ever have imagined.\u00a0 HER newest hypnotic power exceedingly surpassed HER wildest dreams or fantasies.\u00a0 HER scruples, determination, and inventiveness were the primary limiting factors to what SHE could now accomplish.\u00a0 SHE smiled to HERSELF.\u00a0 When it became necessary certain deserving (or more to the point undeserving) and reprobate individuals would come to learn (much to their incredulous shock, abject consternation, and everlasting horror) there was ONE HUMAN BEING, besides these reprehensible men and in rare cases those traitors to their sex known as inferior women, who assuredly and accurately knew what evil lurked in their hearts.\u00a0 Their weeds of crime would bear bitter fruit.\u00a0 As they had sown evil, so would they reap evil.\u00a0 CUM XUMBRAX knows.\u00a0 THE END. \u00a0 Author’s closing note:\u00a0 This story is purely and solely a work of fiction.\u00a0 Or is it?\u00a0 CUM XUMBRAX does not literally exist.\u00a0 Or does SHE?\u00a0 This account is my creation.\u00a0 Or, for some reason, have I been made to believe so?\u00a0 Who knows<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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