“I bet you invite every date to see your brainwashing chamber,” Lily teased.
“I certainly try,” I responded, “But would you believe me that some dates actually prefer having their free will?”
“Really? That’s a huge red flag.”
“I know, right? Someone wanting to make their own decisions? When there’s a perfectly good mind controller right there willing to make them all for you?”
“It’s crazy. Thank goodness I’m enlightened and know how much better it is to be a brain drained bimbo.”
“Or a docile dolly.”
“Or a slutty slave.”
“Maybe an obedient object.”
“Or… fuck. I’m too turned on to think of another.”
“A mindless maiden. A placable plaything. A teachable toy.”
“Stoooop. Stop it. It’s not fair when you get all creative.”
I leaned in close to whisper the last one, “A good girl.”
Lily inhaled and gave me a very challenging glare, “I am going to serve the shit out of you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Yes,” her glare becoming a victorious smile. “Now, are you going to make me do it of my own free will?”
“Not a chance.”
I opened the door to the “brainwashing chamber” in my house. Flipping on the lights revealed the masterfully crafted contraption that was the source of all my brainwashing escapades.
“Is that… is that a CRT?” Lily asked astounded. “Oh my God.”
“Speaking,” I cut in.
“Shut up. Fuck, that wasn’t fair.”
“I rarely am.”
“Why do you have a CRT?”
“It’s the best way to make a spiral just the right amount of grainy. Plus the hum of the TV when it’s on is absolutely hypnotic ambiance. Now please, take a seat in the chair.”
I guided Lily to the chair positioned directly in front of the clunky old TV screen. It was a simple armchair with nothing really special except for the restraining belts I had added to the arms and legs. I could see Lily eyeing the arm restraints as she settled in and got comfortable.
“Does the lady want restraints with her brainwashing this evening,” I feigned in an old waiter’s voice.
“What does the chef recommend?”
“Restraints.”
“Then tie me up.”
The two of us shared a laugh as I began to fasten her arms and legs in place. Doing a check to make sure she could thrash a little but not in any way that mattered.
“Oh, fuck. If you used ‘the voice’ on me right now I would be out.”
“As tempting as that sounds, there’s more to my brainwashing chamber than a simple indulgence of your voice kink.”
“MMMMMM,” Lily whined, thrashing just a bit against her restraints.”God this isn’t fucking fair.”
“You know, I think I’ll take my time setting things up,” I said, slowly moving around the room to get the other pieces. “Make you sit, and wait, and anticipate what’s coming. Let you marinate in that slutty little desire of yours for a little while longer.”
“You… I… “
I knelt in front of her and slipped some headphones over her ears, “Use your words.”
“You…” Her hungry eyes snapped to be full of confusion. “Is that a walkman? What on earth are you doing?”
“Oh trust me, it’ll all make sense here soon enough.”
“I swear to God, if you pull out a VHS. I’m… I’m still gonna be horny but also a little mad.”
“Lucky me, I am using a DVD.”
I flipped on the TV. The soft hum as it began to warm up permeated the small room. The familiar static of nothing being on became louder and louder until the TV had finally warmed up. With that I started the DVD.
A black and white spiral filled the screen. Slowly turning in the perfectly square screen. The hum of the TV now overlaid with the hum of the DVD’s audio; relaxing theta waves playing from early 90s speakers. Grainy compression mixing into the blend of sounds.
“That’s nice, but is it really everything your ‘brainwashing chamber’ has to offer?”
I looked at my tied up friend. The edges of her eyes were twitching as she partially fought off a desire to blink. It was her unconscious tell that told me everything about how close to trance she already was. The gentlest whisper of any hypnotic word would send her under.
“It’s just getting started,” I reached down and pressed play on the walkman.
The headphones I had her wearing weren’t noise canceling. I could hear the muted recording of myself playing in her ears. For me, it was a faint whisper.
“Staring at the spiral for me,” I could hear through the speakers, “That’s right. Right at its center. Taking a deep breath in for me… and then slowly releasing it. Same as before. Same as always. The looping spiral is so much like your looping mind. When it reaches the end, we go back to the beginning. Repeating, over and over. Each time more of your mind gets pulled into that inescapable spiral. Just like that. You can feel it pulling your thoughts out of your head. You don’t need them. Not right now, so it’s ok to just let it happen.
“Good girl, just like that. Another deep breath in for me… and out. Steadying your breathing. The steadier your breathing, the easier it is to sink. The easier it is to sink, the deeper you’ll find yourself under my control. Deep breath in…. And out. Just like that, feeling the weight of my words. Pushing out your own thoughts. Pushing them into the spiral, as it twists, and spins, and pulls your focus, your thoughts, your mind. Deep breath in for me…. And out. You’re doing so very good for me. Emptier and blanker. With every repetition your mind will come more and more under my control. Making it so much easier to simply agree with me. You can’t fight it. You don’t want to fight it. It feels so good to slip under my control. Isn’t that right?”
There was a snap as the tape reached its end. I saw awareness jump back into Lily’s eyes at the sound. She jostled a little against her restraints. Her dazed eyes searched the room before focusing on me.
“That’s… a… that’s a bit short, right?” Lily stammered.
“Yes,” I leaned down and rewound the tape.
Without another word, I pressed play. The same audio. The same script. The same commands. I saw confusion on Lily’s face at first as the file played again. Her eyes eventually returning to the spiral as she followed along.
Another snap as the tape reached its end. Lily blinked heavily this time. Slowly smacking her mouth as she was snapped back to her senses. This time her eyes drifted around until the movement of me coming to rewind the tape caught her focus.
“The tape is short,” Lily echoed.
“Yes it is,” I said again.
Pressing play once again. Starting the same audio. The same script. This time Lily’s eyes lazily drifted right back to the spiral when the file began. Her eyes didn’t waver at all on this loop of the tape. I watched in growing arousal as her blinking slowed and her mouth became more slack.
“Yes,” she meekly said just before the tape snapped again.
Her eyes closed for a long time. Eventually opening and looking back to the spiral. They did break from the spiral when I got close to the chair once more to rewind the tape. She wordlessly waited for me to reset things, and then I pressed play. Her eyes instantly went back to the spiral.
The same audio.
The same script.
Fractionating her.
Looping her down deeper each time.
Punctuating each loop with a snap of the walkman.
“Yes masturrrr,” she droned as the tape snapped to conclusion once more.
Her eyes closed. I saw the rapid movement from left to right as she went even deeper this time than either other time. A small bit of drool leaked from her agape mouth.
I rewound the tape one more time. I knew she could go deeper. I knew she’d prefer to go deeper. Pressing play forced those lethargic eyes of hers open to stare at the TV. She was the picture of a brain dead doll, and I had to simmer in my own arousal as she went even deeper under my control. Patiently waiting for that click of the walkman.
“Yuuus muustuur,” she slurred with the final click.
I watched her head roll forward as her mind was allowed to sink into oblivion. Her breathing was deep and steady, and I knew it was time for the next phase.
I gently removed the headphones, “Drifting deep in my control. Lost in my influence. No thoughts. No Lily. Only what Master tells her. Isn’t that right?”
“Yuus Mastuurr,” she slurred.
“Speaking clearly when answering Master. Understood?”
“...Yes Master,” she corrected.
“Good Girl,” I continued.
I positioned myself between Lily and the spiral. If all worked as I’d planned, my head would be perfectly framed at the center with only a soft edge of the spiral peeking behind it.
“Eyes opening and looking at me, not waking up,” I directed.
Lily’s head slowly pulled itself up. Her glassy eyes pointed at me. I felt a surge of arousal at the emptied out shell of a woman in front of me. I took a deep breath to focus myself, but what was unhelpful was Lily decided to echo the deep breath. Seeing her so unconsciously receptive to my actions did not help tame the building need to ravage this woman, so I just had to drive straight into the programming.
“This weekend you are mine,” I began, settling into the script we agreed to. “Your purpose is service. You are my servant. Docile, compliant, obedient. Your entire mind is dedicated to my pleasure. My satisfaction means everything to you. Happy to be ordered around. Told what to do. Eager to think of ways to serve me. Your body will surge with pleasure anytime I give you an order or praise you. If it’s a calm moment, the pleasure will be a nice and blissful sensation; a very satisfying buzz of usefulness. If the order is sexual, the pleasure will be stimulating and arousing. You will be helplessly turned on when I decide to use you for my sexual satisfaction this weekend.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” she affirmed.
I repeated the same orders. As close to verbatim as I could. We’d learned the repetition of instructions helped them sink in. The more I repeated them, the easier it would be for her ‘waking’ mind to remember how she was programmed. And I had the time and interest in making her think this way for the weekend.
It wasn’t like I was really changing her too much anyway. Lily already folded pretty easily if I ever got bossy with her. These orders, these alterations, this brainwashing was for her enjoyment. She wanted a weekend where the mere concept of defiance didn’t exist. Where she was, and always had been, unquestioningly fixated on serving. And I was just as eager to indulge that fantasy.
“Do you understand?” I asked, for the who knows how many-th time.
“Yes Master,” she affirmed.
Satisfied I’d repeated her mindset for the weekend, “This will all feel natural to you. You won’t recall ever thinking or behaving any other way. This weekend, this is who you are. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Master,” She smiled.
I reached behind myself and turned the TV off. I could hear the click as the power cut, and the fade out of the droning hum. The room was silent. A mindless woman stared at me. The reality I’d temporarily reprogrammed beginning to settle in. She’d possibly need some program refreshing tomorrow, but for now she only knew a world of service to my whims.
I waited there for her to rise from trance. She had told me before that hearing my words made it hard to want to make her own thoughts. So I waited patiently. Letting her come back slowly. Watching her distant blinks get longer and more alert. Watching her eyes begin to look around and then see her try to move only to find her restraints. The recognition of her bindings made her giggle at first, but then it slowly turned into confusion, before finally the awareness of where she was came back.
It took several minutes of patience before she observed, “I’m… tied up”
“Indeed,” I responded.
“Who’s idea was this?”
“Both of ours.”
“Well, as long as you enjoyed it, I couldn’t ask for more.”
“I did enjoy it, and I’ve got more plans for you after this.”
She let out a dreamy sigh before saying, “I’m excited to be of service.”
oh my gods……. that um…. that sounds like a perfect date…weekend…dynamic… um…. experience…… um…….
