UK Crystal

By Severed Dreams

Winter Late 2002

All events, places and persons in this story are fictional, and are not meant to represent any persons, places or things, living or dead.

Inspired by true events

This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are a minor (under 18 years of age in most areas) or live in an area where your community prohibits erotica in law or in custom, then please stop reading now.

Near the end of the winter of 2002, I decided to broaden my horizons and explore the world. Having never been outside of North America before, I didn't know exactly what to expect. However, shortly after I arrived I realized that the tourist thing wasn't what I wanted to be doing. Fortunately, I had the ability to find and meet with people who shared my primary interest, hypnotizing ladies.

I met many people in the UK. One such person was a lady who had an interest in crystals and alternate forms of medicine. She was a friend of a friend, and was eager to have a good time and share a laugh.

Before she had arrived, my friend had mentioned that he had brought up the subject of hypnosis with her before. She had resisted the idea of being hypnotized on the grounds that she viewed it as a loss of control. My friend believed that she would make a good subject, if we could get past that initial hesitation.

This presented a few particular problems for me to overcome. First, usually I slowly generate interest in the subject of hypnosis when I'm talking with a perspective subject. Second, of course, it presented the problem of how to approach working with a subject that had a negative view on being a hypnotic subject.

When I met with her, I got to know her a bit, and it was true that she did in fact have a bit of an interest in new age matters. One that particularly caught my attention was her fascination with crystals. She explained that it was her belief that she could project her mind into the crystal and ask the genie or the spirit of the crystal for the answer of whatever question she wanted to ask it.

It was at this point that I realized that the suggestibility factor was here, but that she just didn't like the word of hypnosis. I decided that this would probably be my best chance to ride her belief system back into her mind, and see if I couldn't get her to go into a trance state.

I then brought up some bits of new age trivia that I had read about when I was a teenager, and thought such things were entertaining. When I saw that I got her interest, I decided to give it a shot. I asked her if I could borrow her crystal. She handed it to me without question.

I held her crystal up in front of her eyes, and asked her to concentrate on the crystal. To focus all of her mental energy on the crystal, and project her mind into the crystal. I then repeated suggestions about her body relaxing and so on and so forth.

I did manage to get her into a trance, and I did notice that it had an effect, although it wasn't quite as spectacular as other times with other subjects. However, it was an interesting experience, that gave me another method to work with in the future, as well as another way to screen potentially suggestible subjects.

Part Two: The Fantasy

My travels across the pond had given me some insight into another tool that I could use in my pursuit of the perfection of my hypnotic skills. I had, practically by chance, come across a method to open the door to the minds of an entire segment of the female population.

I smiled as I thought of my friend Sandra. She was into the whole paganism thing, which in my book might as well have been the same as saying that she wasted her mind in the embrace of wishful thinking. Sometimes talking to her was like rubbing my brain on a cheese grater. I used to be shocked by her defiance of reason and logic, but have grown used to it over time.

However, what her worldview was lacking, the rest of her personality made up for. Then of course there was her body. If there was any doubt about the worth of spending time with her, her body put those doubts to rest.

I smiled again as I thought of what segment of the female population that my technique would open for me. Sandra's segment. Open their minds, and their panties will follow. I was definitely looking forward to this.

Of course, my plans would have to wait. Jet lag combined with the effects of spending a few weeks living out of a backpack takes a little bit of time to wear off. Not to mention Amsterdam...

Eventually, when I was feeling myself again, I returned to the various circles of society that forms the basis of my social life. I was pleasantly surprised to see that my treasured Euros and Pounds were doing their jobs as conversation pieces.

Then I saw her. Sandra was looking as attractive as ever. That was one thing that I had to give to her. A lot of pagan chicks let themselves go, babbling something about the goddess. Sandra was not like them. Only her mind was a disorganized patchwork. Her appearance, on the hand, was quite nice.

It wasn't just her physical attributes. I mean, let's face it, some women just have the type of bodies that will look damned sexy no matter what they're wearing. I'm not saying that Sandra wasn't such a woman. The point of the matter is, I never got the opportunity to find out because every time I saw her everything about her appearance was perfectly in place. Not a single hair out of order.

When she got close enough to me to be heard, she asked how my trip to Europe went. I told her it was a blast, and immediately went into my speech on Munich. By the time got to the part about how easy it was to miss the last train stop on the subway when the stations are announced in German, she was laughing out loud.

I then suggested that we go have a few drinks and find somewhere a little quieter. She enthusiastically agreed, and invited me over to her place.

Sandra and I shared a few drinks and chatted as we have in the past. We've been friends for the better part of a year, and have fooled around a little. However, in the past, every time I started to edge the conversation over toward the subject of hypnosis, she became resistant. As a consequence of that, I've made it a point to keep my means of employment somewhat vague.

However, if tonight went well, that would shortly change, I thought to myself, feeling the anticipation building.

Sandra returned from the kitchen with two glasses of Merlot. She handed one glass of the red wine to me. After thanking her, I stared thoughtfully at my glass, and remembered out loud about a set of wine glasses I owned once that had pentagrams on them.

She smiled and said, "I thought you didn't go for that new age stuff."

"I was young once," I said smiling back, "I don't watch MTV anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't remember wearing blue jeans and Iron Maiden t-shirts."

She gave me an appraising look. I think she was trying to imagine what I looked like in blue jeans and an Iron Maiden t-shirt.

"Besides, I experienced something in Europe that might have me reconsidering my stance on some of the things that you're in to."

It was out there. Now the ball was in her court. I took my time and took a sip of the Merlot. When I glanced back at Sandra, her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I knew she was hooked, even before she opened her mouth.

"Oh really?" was all she said, but the expression in her eyes, and the smile on her lips told me what I needed to know.

I then slowly built up to it, relying on bits of trivia from my studies on various new age ideas in the past. As a pagan, most of her focus would be on earth stuff, a single goddess, and little spells and incantations. Belief systems can be an easy ticket to the subconscious, but if you're not careful it can be a treacherous mine field. Judging from the nearly obsessive compulsive attention that she put into her appearance, I decided to approach from a direction that she probably wouldn't have any strong feelings or opinions about.

Fortunately I had already given this some thought. So I started in on a discussion about Cabbalistic Ritualism. I was surprised that I still remembered as much of it as I did.

She seemed a bit surprised that I knew as much about the subject as I did. Here's the deal: It's not that there's no value to it, it's just worthless as a means of reproducibly explaining the world around us. On the other hand, it's not all that incredibly bad as a symbol system to train one's mind in, and then influence one's mind through. Worse than some but better than others. Of course most religions, military service, and forms of insanity also fit this description. Your mileage may vary.

Regardless, I decided to keep that last bit to myself, as I didn't want to let her know what I was up to quite yet. Besides, she would know soon, the time was at hand. I reached into my pocket and produced a small crystal pendant.

Her eyes locked on to it almost instantly. She had been listening to me give a monologue for nearly ten minutes at this point. For all intents and purposes she was already in a trance, she just needed to be directed.

As I continued speaking to her about focusing on the crystal and relaxing to the sound of my voice, I thought back to my experience in Europe. The funny thing is that the whole asking the genie of the crystal questions isn't completely without merit. In theory...

Her eyes were focused intently on the crystal as I told her that in a moment she would project her mind into the crystal, leaving the rest of her focused on my voice. While her mind was inside the crystal, it would be completely at peace, completely relaxed, it would feel wonderful and not care about anything. The rest of her would remain outside listening to my voice so that her mind would know when to return. It was amazing how much more beautiful she looked as she relaxed into peaceful bliss.

...the idea can be found in just about any book on hypnosis. If you take a pendulum and hold it in your hand, create certain directions for yes and no, and then start asking "it" questions, then your subconscious will cause involuntary muscle movements and the pendulum will go. That's the theory anyway. But then again who knows what was going on across the pond, probably just another gullible person being relieved of their money.

I then told her that while her mind was in the crystal, it would not pay any attention to what was going on with her body. I explained to her that it was very important for her body to obey my commands, so that her mind could feel incredibly wonderful peace and bliss. I then asked her body if it understood. She slowly nodded her head up and down. I then went on with my standard hypnotic deepeners for about an hour, including the progressive relaxation of all her muscle areas.

Before I brought her out of it, I referred to her state of mind with the pendant as a trance. I then had her body accept it, and told her body to have her mind accept it when it returned. Using the same formula I suggested to her that she would feel comfortable doing this with me, and that this felt so incredibly great, that she would want me to place her mind in the crystal as often as possible.

Finally I gave her a post hypnotic suggestion that any time I, and only I, showed her the crystal and said the incantation "crystal blissful peace" that her mind would go into the crystal and experience the state of extreme relaxation and peaceful bliss that she is experiencing now. Finally I told her body that she would forget everything that happened while her mind was in the crystal, as it was important for the mind to be clear and free of thought to feel so good.

I was so pleased with myself for my skill, that I nearly forgot to mention that as reward to her body for allowing her mind to feel so incredibly good, that when she came out of the trance, her body would become attracted to mine and that her mind would allow her to act naturally in a way that would cause our bodies to experience the most perfect pleasure possible.

I don't think I had previously any idea how great perfection could be...

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