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This article from GQ magazine is a simply sensational summary of my sister, Krystal Mesmer.<\/p>\n
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<\/div>\nI AM SITTING IN A RESTAURANT on the waterfront in Los Angeles.\u00a0 I am having a glass of wine with a friendly computer programmer.\u00a0 Martin Knight* is in his early fifties, and his pale face maintains an alert yet quizzical expression.\u00a0 His sport shirt hangs from his slight frame in what must be the same way it hung from his adolescent body when he was acing math and being ignored by high school girls. \u00a0 *His name has been changed for this article. <\/em><\/p>\n “I’m a submissive,” he tells me as matter of factly as if he were saying “I’m a Republican.”\u00a0 He’s an ordinary, perfectly sane, entirely pleasant submissive whose great desire is not to be whipped, stepped on or spanked—although I suspect he wouldn’t necessarily want to rule out such options, under right circumstances.\u00a0 What he has always wanted is to be hypnotized by a beautiful woman, and as luck would have it he has found someone who is very good at doing just that.<\/p>\n If there’s a SUPERSTAR in the hypnofetish world, Lady Krystal Mesmer is it!\u00a0 Her Web site [www.ladymesmer.com] is sophisticated; her CD’s of hypnotic fantasy [A beautiful teacher invites you after class, for a special meeting…”] are professionally produced.\u00a0 As well as maintaining her Web site, creating her CDs and producing her videos, Lady Krystal does both phone and in-person “sessions” with her clients. As a result, she receives as many as fifty E-mail inquiries a day and almost as many phone calls.<\/p>\n It was Krystal who put me in touch with Martin Knight.\u00a0 A leg man, Martin tells me Krystal has terrific pair.\u00a0 Somehow I’m not surprised;\u00a0 when I called to arrange a session with her, she sounded like someone who has great legs.\u00a0 Martin is not unmoved by her feet either, particularly when they’re in black stocking, and high heels, which they usually are.<\/p>\n Generally it’s Martin who gives Krystal gifts—it is not uncommon for a submissive to bring tributes to his mistress—but for Martin’s fiftieth birthday, Krystal, who has a kind heart for a hypnotic dominatrix, took him out to dinner.\u00a0 They went to the very establishment in which Martin and I are sitting when, with almost no prompting, he tells me the story of his birthday.<\/p>\n It was a pleasant evening, Krystal ordered champagne.\u00a0 They had an enjoyable meal.\u00a0 Afterward, Krystal suggested to Martin that they go for a stroll along the boardwalk, and while they stood out there, they looked at the lights sparkling on the water—isn’t it interesting how the lights shimmer and dance on the water; shimmer and dance; if you watch closely, you can see the patterns they make; shimmering, dancing lights so nice to watch as if there were nothing else, as if everything but the lights is fading—and she put him in a trance.<\/p>\n Krystal does not have a great deal of difficulty hypnotizing Martin.\u00a0 His is not a very impressive wall of resistance.\u00a0 And so, on the boardwalk that evening, her spell put him under like a tossed anchor.\u00a0 Demonstrating an undeniable flair for birthdays, Krystal ordered him to get down on his knees and worship her feet.<\/p>\n There were people around, but that didn’t bother Martin.\u00a0 He’s an excellent hypnotic subject,\u00a0 He also had a hard-on from here to next Tuesday.\u00a0 As a result, he was oblivious to everything except Krystal’s irresistible command.\u00a0 He couldn’t think of a nicer present than to be made to kiss her size 7 1\/2 black open-toed patent-leather four inch heels.<\/p>\n “And anyway,” he says, “this is Los Angeles.\u00a0 I don’t think anybody paid much attention.”<\/p>\n A FEW HOURS AFTER my drink with Martin Knight, I arrived alone at the front door of Lady Krystal Mesmer’s house in Los Angeles, I was nervous.<\/p>\n After I rang the bell, I waited.\u00a0 It was a lovely evening.\u00a0 The air was soft and smelled of the ocean.\u00a0 The houses along the street were all flying American flags.\u00a0 The front gardens were tidy.\u00a0 Krystal’s Corvette was parked in her driveway.\u00a0 I was beginning to think that perhaps she’d forgotten about our appointment when the latch on her front door clicked…<\/p>\n The door slowly opened. Apparently, by itself. Lady Krystal Mesmer was standing in front of me wearing a black silk kimono, under which was a satin camisole.\u00a0 Martin Knight had been right about the legs.<\/p>\n I noticed her blond hair and her gleaming white teeth as she parted her lips and smiled.\u00a0 She hadn’t held back with the perfume.\u00a0 Her eyes were intense and focused.<\/p>\n I followed her down the hallway to the living room.\u00a0 She was in no rush.\u00a0 The satin rustled.\u00a0 The click of her high heels was like a slow, steady metronome.<\/p>\n Music was playing that sounded like softly clanging wind chimes.\u00a0 A glass of red wine had already been poured for me.\u00a0 The house seemed decorated in the style of a hypno-domme’s lair, and described in the hypnofantasies I’d been reading.\u00a0 There were old books about hypnotism on the bookshelves, dangling crystals, and sumptuously swaged draperies.<\/p>\n With a tilt of her head, Krystal invited me to sit on a deep pillowed sofa.\u00a0 She laughed when I said the ambience seemed like a blatant attempt to compromise my journalistic integrity. “I thought you wanted to experience erotic hypnosis,” she said in a low voice.<\/p>\n Krystal turned toward me and leaned forward,\u00a0 She suddenly intensified her focus on me.\u00a0 Her beguiling gaze suggested the common ground between the erotic and hypnotic, and she made it clear that as professionally interested in her as I was, there was something else to be considered here:\u00a0 She wasn’t the most successful hypno-domme in the business for nothing.\u00a0 She knew exactly what she was doing…<\/p>\n HYPNOSIS CAN FACILITATE CONTROL Sometimes extraordinary control.\u00a0 Or so one enthusiast who also happens to be a certified hypnotherapist told me as he and I drank coffee on the sidewalk of a shopping mall in Marina del Rey and watched the mesmerizingly lovely California girls sway by.\u00a0 A lithe beach girl in not very much of a halter top caught my companion’s attention, and he was immediately spellbound.\u00a0 About ten seconds later, his gaze found it’s way back to the table and he remembered I was there with him.\u00a0 He had been telling me about the perks of being a certified hypnotherapist, of which there are a few, and he gestured toward the beautiful passerby as he made his next point.\u00a0 “I once had a girlfriend who looked like her, he said.\u00a0 “One night I hypnotized her and I said, “If the orgasms you’re having are a 1 or a 2, then this time we’re going to crank them up to a 10 or a 12.”\u00a0 And guess what?\u00a0 After that she didn’t want to have sex without being hypnotized.<\/p>\n It’s possible for a skilled hypnotist, using suggestion and a smattering of Tantric techniques, to create a fantasy and build an orgasm—even a lonely, over-the-phone orgasm–to fireworks of Fourth of July proportions.\u00a0 Furthermore, in exactly the same way that a Stage Hypnotist can suggest to her volunteers that they are feeling hot or cold or perhaps seeing Elvis in the audience, the erotic hypnotist can assist a subject in visualizing a harem or Britney Spears covered in whipped cream.<\/p>\n Having uncovered a secret–something the man has told no one else, ever:\u00a0 a foot fetish, a need to dress like a little girl–the erotic hypnotist is then invested with enormous power by her client.\u00a0 She controls him not only with her hypnotic skills but wishes.\u00a0 Being instructed by a female hypnotist to wear, or to imagine wearing, women’s clothing is probably the most common fantasy in this regard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This article from GQ magazine is a simply sensational summary of my sister, Krystal Mesmer. 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