A New Method

This piece is inspired by and dedicated to zombieslavegirl. It’s neither a story, nor a script, although it has some elements of both. I guess I’d call it a monologue of instructions from a mind controller to a mind controllee. Whether you identify with the controller, the controllee, or both, I hope you like it.


All right, my barefoot hypno-slave. It's time to use a new method of mind control on you. In order for us both to get the most out of the experience, I'm first going to release you from my power. Don't worry, it won't be long before you're subverted back to mindless obedience.

I will begin by counting backwards from 5. At the count of 0, you will fall fast asleep. When you wake up, you will no longer be under my influence in any way. You will also have no memory of your time as my barefoot hypno-slave.

5...4...3...2...1...0.

You wake up. What an interesting dream you had...but it's fading. It's hard to remember. Now, it's gone. Oh, well.

Where are you? Hm. Not in bed. In a chair. A well padded chair with arm and foot rests. You don't recognize it. Or where you are. You look out over your bare feet and wiggle your toes. Then you see her.

Sitting across from you is a young woman. She's in a chair just like the one you're in. It looks like a cross between two different salon chairs. The one where you'd sit to get a pedicure. And the one where you'd sit under a hair dryer. Her feet are up, just like yours are. Her bare soles face you. She's looking at you with the same curious expression that you wear.

You're about to say something to her when you notice a couple more things. There are straps over her wrists and ankles. And the hair dryer doesn't really look like a hair dryer. It definitely looks like something that would fit over a person's head. But the similarities with a hair dryer end there.

Looking up over your head, you see the same device above you. It worries you because it reminds you of things you've seen in shows or read about in stories. The kinds of things that lower down over a person's head and do nefarious things to them. You also notice that straps bind your own wrists and ankles. You're in the same predicament as the other woman.

You look back over at her. Like you, she now has a worried expression on her face. She must have noticed the non-hair dryer and the straps, too. Once again, you start to say something to her. You open your mouth.

She opens her mouth at the same time. That's when you realize. She's doing everything that you do. You aren't looking at another person. You're looking into a mirror. You're looking at yourself.

Then you hear it. A low mechanical hum. In the mirror, you see several LEDs along the surface of the non-hair dryer light up. Then the device begins to slowly descend.

You squirm and fidget. But you can't break free of the straps. The thing has almost reached your head. You throw all of your strength against your bindings. But you have no leverage. They hold, keeping you firmly in place. You watch the ominous reflection of the device lowering into place over your scalp.

For a brief instant, nothing happens. Then a slowly intensifying tickle spreads over your head beneath your hair. You try to move away from it. But like the straps around your arms and legs, the object on your head keeps you immobilized.

The tickle deepens. It feels like it's below your skull now. On your actual brain. You see your reflection trembling. Your fists clench and unclench. Your toes scrunch and splay. You want to laugh and scream at the same time. But you can't seem to utter a sound.

Then another sensation begins. A powerful suction around your head. Thinking becomes harder now. Focusing on anything requires more and more effort each second. It's like the device is vacuuming the very thoughts from your head. Your thoughts, memories, and will all begin to leave you.

You still feel the tickling. But now you realize that you like it. You find it comforting. Soothing. Pleasant. You want it to last forever.

You stare straight ahead. Wide eyes and a blank expression greet you. Do you know that woman across from you? You do...you may...who is she? What's going on? What's happening to her? Does it matter? Does what matter?

The woman smiles blissfully. Her eyes droop closed. And then you see only darkness. You hear a voice in your head. Like the tickle, it is comforting. Soothing. Pleasant. It tells you things. What to do. What to remember. What to forget. You don't need to think. Just hear the voice. And obey. Obey. Obey.

You drift off to sleep. You are happy to not think. You are happy to obey. Obey. Obey. So happy to obey.

Your eyes open. They take a moment to focus. When they do, you see me. You know me as Master. You tell me that you are my barefoot brainwashed slave. You ask me to command you. And I do....