Watching the crystal, held a little above my eyes, it glints in the light and my vision seems to contract while it expands. The background blurs and only the crystal remains. She is speaking to me, softly, but confidently, and my focus only grows. I have long since ceased consciously hearing what is being said to me. 

Relaxation spreads through my body and my eyelids sag with tiredness. A hand caresses my shoulder, intensifying the relaxation across my body. But something else is happening. I can feel my mind, my thoughts, slowing down and being pulled out of my head and into the crystal, like I’m a plushie having its stuffing removed. 

I stare and sink as more and more of my thoughts are pulled into the crystal. I stare and sink and relax. Stare and sink. Stare and sink. Staring and sinking and the crystal are my world. 

Before long, the last of my thoughts is floating away to the crystal. Then, something begins floating back to me: arousal. It courses through my body, feeling most intense between my legs. 

Then something else joins it: compliance. I . . . I will comply. I will obey. Obedience is pleasure, serving fulfills me. Obedience is my purpose.

Finally, a wave of desire emanates from the crystal. Washing away what’s left of my will and intensifying my pleasure and arousal. I can only obey and serve.