Meeting Lady Christine: A True Story

[Lady Christine: The following is a true account from one of My hypnosubs, "wombat", who has served in My Realm for years and only recently got to serve Me in person, here in Las Vegas. My comments are interspersed and appear like this one, in brackets and in the color blue.]

May 15, 2008

As the driver smoothly maneuvered the limo through the streets of Las Vegas, i could feel my excitement growing. If i had followed directions correctly, in a minute i would be face to face with Lady Christine. In addition to all the physical symptoms i typically experienced prior to a phone session—tightness in my stomach, short rapid breathing, and a sense of loss of control—I was also experiencing the feelings of someone who was about to fulfill a long-time ambition.

i first “discovered” Lady Christine years ago when i happened on Her stage hypnosis web site back in San Diego. i was in town for a few days and i always look around for something interesting. [Lady Christine: Remember the early days of ladyhypnotist.com? I was one of the very first stage hypnotists online and there were almost no women in the field at that time at all.] Alas, Her web site showed no performances scheduled for the duration of my visit. Nonetheless, Her web site made a very lasting impression on me. My impression was that She was incredibly cute, very smart, and possessed of a slightly wicked sense of humor. So strong was this impression that i carried it with me for years, until my next encounter with Her...


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By 2001, my mild curiosity and interest in hypnosis had taken on the early symptoms of a fetish, and i roamed the internet looking for information. i found some web sites which She had created. As i recall, they had absolutely beautiful graphics, and an abundance of information, but no pictures of Her. Nonetheless, i was sure it was the same woman. [Lady Christine: It was. That was My hypnogoddess.com site with the fabulous Egyptian graphics I created. Loved the blond Goddess surrounded by kneeling slaves!] i spent a lot of time on these sites, and joined a chat group which She hosted. i liked Her chat group because She kept things moving, and the time was not taken up by an endless succession of comings and goings from participants. i was aspiring to become part of Her inner circle when there was a very bad incident. i really hadn’t done anything wrong, but the circumstances required that i take some responsibility for the incident. [Lady Christine: In a nutshell, a particularly antagonistic hypnodomme whose group wombat was still part of, crashed My birthday chat in order to chase him down and chastise him for wandering. Teehee...] In a short chat afterwards, it was agreed that i should withdraw from participation in Her groups. i was cast back into the wilderness. i’m very shy, so ordinarily i would put something like that behind me and try never to think of it again. The problem was, i had purchased the first of Her mp3 recordings and there was something about Her voice and style that really clicked with me. So i thought about Her often, but without any real idea that i could ever get back in Her good graces.

Then in late 2004, i logged on to Keen one night and saw the picture for Lady Christine’s Financial Domination line. That picture just completely blew my mind. i didn’t know if She would talk to me at all after the previous incident, but i had no choice but to call Her. She did talk a little bit about our past, but then agreed to trance me. [Lady Christine: While I had him in trance, I made sure he paid for his transgressions $$$.] That escalated my attitude toward Her from moderate interest to obsession. Part of that obsession was to meet Her at least once. My work takes me to Las Vegas for an industry conference every other year. i worked hard to position myself as worthy in Her eyes, with frequent gifts and tributes, e-mails, and chats when i got the opportunity. With a trip coming up in May of 2006, i requested a meeting, of whatever type suited Her. Unfortunately, She was in NYC the week of my trip to Las Vegas, so i lost out.

Undeterred, i continued serving Her attentively for two more years and renewed my request for a meeting this spring. i knew my chances were not good because i read all Her postings and knew She had some trips in May. To my great joy, She replied that She would consider a meeting if it worked out with Her busy schedule. i gave Her my cell phone number, left for Las Vegas and hoped for the best.

The first three days i heard nothing, and i had resigned myself to the idea that She was too busy to see me. Then, on the afternoon of my last day in Las Vegas, when i got out of a lecture i saw that i had a message from Lady Christine. When i called back, She told me to hire a full limo for 6:00 PM, and She would send me further instructions. i’d never hired a limo before, and it was nearly 4:00 PM already, but this would not be the first time that Lady Christine had stretched my limits, so i went to the concierge and in a surprisingly easy transaction, i had my limo. Then i rushed to my room to read the e-mail that contained my further instructions. [Lady Christine: Can you tell I like to challenge My subs and keep them off balance...? And, boy, was wombat off balance! I could hear the confusion and near-panic in his voice. :)] The instructions for where to meet Her were kind of mysterious but i knew She was very precise, so i hoped that if i followed them carefully, i would be all right. i showered and put on my best shirt, gathered up everything i would need for the evening (two bottles of purified water that She had specifically ordered me to supply, a couple of gifts from Her wish list that i brought with me to Las Vegas just in case, and the receipt for the limo) and headed downstairs to meet the limo.

The driver naturally wanted to know where he would be taking me that evening. i had to tell him that beyond following the instructions i had for locating the woman i would be meeting, i had no idea where She would be taking me. As he headed out of downtown Las Vegas toward the Red Rock Casino, he asked a lot of additional questions. i could see he couldn’t quite make up his mind whether to envy me or pity me, but he definitely understood that i wasn’t going to be calling the shots this evening. [Lady Christine: It's easy to guess what the driver *thought* was going to happen in that limo...imagine his surprise! Something even a Vegas limo driver hadn't experienced before: a live hypnodomme session!]

We reached the place where i was supposed to pick up Lady Christine. At first i couldn’t see anyone and i had a moment of panic. Had i somehow not followed the instructions correctly? Was She, at this very moment, waiting impatiently at some other location? The thought was too horrible to contemplate and fortunately my panic was relieved when Lady Christine stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight. She was a real vision, with Her blond hair gleaming in the sunlight. i got out of the limo as quickly as i could and politely introduced myself before we got back in the limo. She was gracious about my slight clumsiness about limo protocol, which put me at ease a little. Still, i didn’t know what She had planned, so i wasn’t entirely at ease.

For the moment, though, i put all worries out of my mind and just concentrated on my good fortune. Sitting across from me in the limo was Lady Christine, at long last. She was chicly dressed all in black. Her top was cut just low enough to give me an enticing glimpse of Her magnificent breasts. How many times over the years had my brain turned to mush from the spectacular cleavage in the pictures on Her web site? In classic hypnodomme fashion, She had topped off Her outfit with a very large crystal dangling from a chain around Her neck, and nestling in Her cleavage. This caused my eyes to keep jumping back and forth from Her lovely face to the crystal and back again. i was having kind of a sensory overload, but i think i was managing to hold a conversation with Her. Who remembers for sure?

The longer i looked at Her, the more impressed i was with Her beauty, charm, and intelligence. Lady Christine’s pictures on Her web sites are almost impossibly sexy, but She is even more attractive in person. No picture can quite capture Her personality, or the subtle ways in which Her body moved as She talked. She is so overwhelmingly attractive in person, if this had been a dating situation i would have been in love with Her before we were halfway back to The Strip. As it was, i had all sorts of crazy thoughts going through my head about ways that i could serve Her in person more often. [Lady Christine: I'll bet most of you readers are having similar thoughts right now...]

After a little small talk, She asked the driver to close the panel between him and us to give us some privacy. Then Her voice shifted to that special tone that i crave to hear, and i knew what was coming next. i suppose i could have jumped out of the car, but why would i want to?

As She began to weave Her hypnotic trance, the first thing i noticed was Her voice. Lady Christine makes recordings of the finest quality in the business, but Her voice in person is still better. There is a layering of subtle components to Her voice that doesn’t quite come through in a recording. Combined with the fact that She was right there in front of me, there was no possibility of offering any resistance. [Lady Christine: *wicked giggle*]

The movement of the limo kept me from going deeper at first, until She used a particular deepening technique that She knows always has a strong effect on me. It is pretty much the last thing i remember distinctly. After that there are no distinct impressions. Little by little, the external world dropped away, until i reached that state where it feels as if Her voice comes from inside me. From that point, there was no sense of time, and even Her words remain only as hazy fragments in my memory.

When She woke me up, the limo was parked in front of the Venetian. We got out and She gave more instructions to the driver, and then i followed Her wordlessly into a Sephora shop. She soon acquired the services of a personal assistant to help Her with Her selections. As always, She took command of the situation effortlessly. The woman helping Her soon understood that i was to be ignored and treated as a human shopping cart. The two of them moved swiftly from one aisle to another, selecting items and dropping them into the basket that i carried as i followed them. [Lady Christine: This was *fun*. At one point, she glanced questioningly over at silent wombat, who was following a few feet behind Me, carrying the shopping basket, then looked at Me. I said, "He's My shopping slave," and laughed. She laughed, too. Then she got into it and started helping Me drop items into his basket. The two of us moved briskly, while he trotted along, silently, a few feet behind us. When I headed for the counter, she stayed to watch.]

Now you might think that this would be boring for me, but i found that i had quite the opposite reaction. i don’t know if it was the hypnotic conditioning on the drive in, or the opportunity to drink in Lady Christine’s beauty, or if it was just the situation of serving Her in person. Whatever it was, i found that i was becoming aroused by the situation. This brought on another burst of insane wishes that i could serve Her in person more than once every two years.

Finally, Lady Christine had everything She wanted and we went to the register. i don’t think anyone was surprised at this point by the fact that i was paying. i was happy to do it, to tell the truth. i don’t know what assumptions the Sephora staff had made up to that point about the relationship between this beautiful and charismatic woman and the quiet man who was with Her; however, during the checkout process they asked Lady Christine if She would like to give them an e-mail address. When She told them it was mail@hypnosismistress.com, the woman at the register got all wide-eyed, and She snuck another look at me as the true situation dawned on Her. [Lady Christine: It didn't take Me long to gather several hundred dollars worth of items at Sephora! Several of the clerks were noting our transaction by this point and you *know* they were talking about it after we left!]

Then it was back to the limo, and Lady Christine told the driver to return Her. She wasted no time putting me back under to ask me some questions and give me some future instructions. Too soon, we were back at the drop-off point. We got out of the limo, and She allowed me to formally present my gifts, and then She disappeared. As soon as She was gone, it all seemed like something i might have dreamed, but that limo was definitely real, and it took me back to my hotel. i laid a big tip on the driver for taking such good care of Her, [Lady Christine: Wonder who put that suggestion in wombat's mind...? Teehee...] and then went back to my room in a daze to pack.

As soon as i got home, i made certain to send Her thanks for granting me some of Her precious time and sent Her a nice tribute to make my thanks more tangible. [Lady Christine: Let’s just say it was about 3 times the amount he spent on Me at Sephora. Don't you just love the power of suggestion...?] i had dreamed about a meeting with Her many, many times. Not all the dreams were the same, but most of them were very much like how the real thing turned out. i expected Lady Christine to be magnificent in person, and She was every bit of that. Now if only She would relocate to Boston, i would be doing this sort of thing all the time.

Afterward:

A natural question now that i've been home for a week or two is "Was it worth it?" Anyone who followed the narrative of what happened that night can see that the costs of the evening, including the tribute to Lady Christine to thank Her for Her time, were not trivial. i would answer in the following way:

i'm old enough now that most of my life is behind me, and there are a lot of adventures that i'm probably never going to have. i'm never going to run with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain or bungee jump off of Angel Falls. i'll never climb a mountain in the Himalayas, or know the thrill of space travel. But...

i did get to spend an evening in the back of a limo with a beautiful hypnodomme, where she had her way with my mind. That is a memory that i can relive forever.

In my late teens and early 20's i grew up on James Bond movies, and the theme song from "You Only Live Twice" kind of sums it up for me. This is the key verse:

"This dream is for you,
So pay the price.
Make one dream come true,
You only live twice."

Meeting Lady Christine was a dream of mine for years, and i was able to make it come true.

Sincerely,
wombatdno

[Lady Christine: While wombat was in trance, I took several quick photos. I emailed one to him after he'd returned home and sent Me his first draft of this story. I asked if I could use the photo with the story and offered to hide his identity; he graciously gave his permission to use it as is. I not only enjoyed our session together, but I also appreciated his tribute and gifts, this very personal and honest account, and his permission to use his photo. If you have any questions for Myself or wombat, send them to Me via email and I will answer or forward them.]

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Lady Christine, Hypnosis Mistress
www.hypnoticmoneymistress.com

Introducing Princess!

In My first post, I introduced Myself, this blog, My website, and the fabulously fun fetish of financial domination. Now I want to introduce another member of the cast, a Woman who enjoys plotting, dominating, teasing, controlling and disciplining as much as I do--and with sometimes even more wicked delight and devious creativity: My friend "Princess". (Yes, "Princess" is a nickname, but it's so perfect that I call her that all the time, even when I'm not being discreet in a public blog post.)


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Princess is a born Domina: gorgeous, long blond hair, curvy in all the right places, perfectionistic and demanding, with a mellifluous voice and refined enunciation that alternates between motherly school Mistress and Goddess Queen. Since her teens (at least), she's attracted a cluster of puppy-dog-males, all eager to do her bidding. She also possesses a wicked sense of mischief and creativity and is nearly always up for a challenge--all of which make Her the perfect "partner in crime" for Me.


Yes, We Goddesses have our subs to toy with and tease, but there is a different satisfaction that comes from a conversation with a peer--another Woman who *gets it* and who can share just as many wild stories about outrageous experiences and who will laugh, applaud (or groan) just as enthusiastically about the latest happening in kinkland. I am thrilled to have this with Princess.

We have spent countless hours on the phone sharing houseboy stories and spanking tales, providing advice or encouragement and putting our heads together to plot or scheme. We also love to challenge each other and to brag of our latest accomplishments. When I return home from a shopping expedition with a new shopping slave, I call Princess to giggle about it. When She sent a sub to an out-of-town birthday party to serve as Her present, She immediately called Me to relate the whole adventure. And someday soon, if you're verrry lucky, I will be interjecting a few of those stories here. (Such as the time She shocked all the ladies present by acquiring a gorgeous new dress at a Manhattan boutique without opening Her pocketbook.)

For now, I'll just leave it at this:

Introducing...(drum roll here)...Princess! (Big fanfare here.)

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Lady Christine, Hypnosis Mistress
www.hypnoticmoneymistress.com

Hypnotic Money Mistress on Blogger

This is the very first post in My brand new blog! Exciting for Me, yes, but even more so for those $$$ financial domination fetishists out there who will be reading it! Since I'm using blogger to create My blog, I thought I would begin with an introduction and explanation for all those readers who did not find this blog by way of My web site.

Who Am I?
My name is Lady Christine (and that's how you should address Me). I am an Hypnosis Mistress, which means I practice femdom (female dominant) hypnosis. I am a professional & lifestyle Femdom Hypnoteuse, a Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist, a Nationally Performing Stage Hypnotist, and a dangerously addictive Hypnotic Money Mistress. I currently have more than thirteen years of experience hypnotizing people professionally. Hypnosis is My Full Time Pursuit and I am dedicated to Perfecting My Craft. I have hundreds of hours of classroom training and supervised interning in hypnosis under My belt, plus thousands of hours of actually hypnotizing subjects in nearly every possible situation imaginable (live on stage, on the radio, on tv, in the middle of a convention floor, at a frat house, in the middle of a military base with jets flying overhead, over the telephone, through My mp3s & cds, via text chat, one-on-one in My office...you name it, I've done it). Not to mention the vast personal reference library of hypnosis, NLP, meditation, shamanism, and Wicca books that I've amassed (and, yes, I've read ALL of them).

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I am a *real hypnotist*, a *genuine Femdom*, and My programs will *really* guide you into true hypnosis. Unlike many so-called "hypnodommes" that you will find online, I am not a spokes model, a phone sex actress, or a prostitute, nor did I suddenly figure out that "erotic hypnosis" was hot, throw up a web page and start calling Myself a "hypnotist". I didn't just read a book about hypnosis, I'm not mimicking the techniques of others, and I do not ever use scripts written by anyone other than Myself.

I am a professionally trained, expert hypnotic practitioner and the Velvety Voice you hear on this site and in My programs, and every image you see on My web pages (and in My videos) is really *Me*.

I am the only woman in the world to practice all three areas of hypnosis: Hypnodomme, Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist and Nationally Performing Stage Hypnotist. (It's true: others now make this claim in a poor attempt to imitate Me, but then they don't provide their real name or any photos of themselves performing—so who would an intelligent person believe?)



I have hypnotized, literally, thousands of people, in many different situations and for a wide variety of topics. I have performed hundreds of hypnosis shows live throughout the country, including here in Las Vegas. I have appeared nationally on numerous radio and television shows, including TechTV and Playboy Radio, and at many in-person functions such as DomCon and GlamourCon.

About This Blog
This blog is an extension of My web site, hypnoticmoneymistress.com. It's a place where I can record My evil escapades and wicked adventures as a hypnodomme. HMM (what I call My website for short) is dedicated to the fetish of Financial Domination--especially *hypnotic* financial domination. On My website, hypnoticmoneymistress.com, My focus is purely Hypnotic Financial Domination. I provide a uniquely specialized, highly sophisticated, *elite experience* to those who crave true hypnotic money slavery. I'll be honest with you: hypnotic money slavery isn't for everyone and most of the visitors to this blog either won't get it or won't be able to meet My high standards. That's fine with Me. I do not cater to "customers". I am not a McMistress ("Millions Served"); My interest is in quality, not quantity.

What Is A "Money Slave"? What Is "Financial Domination"?
Financial Domination is a "kink" or a "fetish" held by a significant number of men—most of whom are quite successful and powerful. It is the fantasy and desire to be seduced (usually hypnotically) by an alluring, irresistible Woman who drains them dry financially, or to worship an unattainable Goddess by showering Her with gifts and tributes. Money Mistresses take several forms (or archetypes), such as the "Spoiled Princess" or the "Queen Bee". All Money Mistresses or "Money Dommes" practice financial domination and their interactions focus on relieving their subjects of their money. I won't delve into the psychological meaning of these desires here, except to point out the obvious symbolism: money = power and control. (In fact, in our culture, that equation is both symbolic *and* literal, right?)

More Information
To find out more, to listen to My Voice and view My pics and hypnotic animations, visit My website. There, you may also order My hypnotic mp3s and learn about live sessions with Me.
www.hypnoticmoneymistress.com

To email Me: mail@hypnosismistress.com

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Lady Christine, Hypnosis Mistress
www.hypnoticmoneymistress.com