Lyann, a lithe Amerasian beauty with long black hair and sparkling eyes, stopped suddenly. Kirstie, tanned and toned beneath flowing auburn waves and an infectious smile, also stopped to see what had caught her friend's attention.
"That could be fun," Lyann said, pointing at a booth across and down a little ways from where they stood.
The booth sported a large banner that read, "Free Massage for Women Who Are Willing to Test a New Salon/Spa Chair."
"Yeah, that sounds good," Kirstie said. "Let's do it."
They walked over to the booth. Inside it stood a woman dressed like the consummate scientist: hair pulled back into a tight bun, large glasses, white lab coat, conservative blouse, and pressed slacks. She smiled at the visitors as they approached her.
"Welcome," the scientist said. "Would you like to try out our new chair and get a luxurious massage?"
Both Lyann and Kirstie affirmed that they would.
"Excellent. Just come around the side here and follow me into the building."
Behind the booth stood a temporary building, with a long, low ramp leading up to its entrance. The scientist led her volunteers to the door, opened it for them, and ushered them inside.
They entered a large room that was surprisingly neither ugly, nor cramped. However flimsy or sturdy the ceiling, walls, and floor might have been, they were indistinguishable from those in a permanent structure. The room had been painted a cool, soothing, sky blue, and overhead light fixtures illuminated everything without any harshness or glare. A lush, thick pile carpet complemented the color scheme and gave it all a homey feel.
Two workstations stood in the middle of the room, setup so that their occupants faced the far wall. They were staffed by a young woman, Marie, and a young man, Joe. Both Marie and Joe wore lab coats that matched the scientist's. But unlike their boss, they wore casual clothes beneath the outer garment: T-shirt and shorts, with flip-flops for her and sneakers for him.
Against the far wall resided two large lounger chairs. Lyann wrinkled her nose at the sight of them. In her mind, they more closely resembled contraptions than any kind of chair you'd find in a salon or spa. She gently elbowed Kirstie, who frowned and nodded in response, indicating that she noticed the chairs and thought the same thing about them.
"Please don't mind the appearance of our massage chairs," the scientist said, either actually noticing the women's reactions, or perhaps just knowing from experience how everyone reacted to them. "They are prototypes, so we don't have the visual niceties in place yet. But don't worry, they are well padded, extremely comfortable, and they'll give you an amazing massage."
Lyann and Kirstie glanced at each other. They needed to decide now whether or not to take part in this test. Kirstie shrugged, essentially saying, How bad can it be? Lyann nodded back to indicate, Probably not that bad and maybe pretty good.
"Yeah, no worries," Lyann said to the scientist.
"Yeah, no worries," Lyann said to the scientist.
"Great! Why don't you head over there and take a seat? Please remove any bracelets, watches, and rings. Also, please remove all footwear, as well as anklets and toe rings. You can give everything to Marie, and she'll hold onto it for you."
Lyann and Kirstie did as they were asked. Standing in front of the chairs, they took off their shoes and socks, then removed a watch, three rings, and an anklet between them. As they did, Marie stood up from her workstations and carried over plastic trays, much like the ones at airport security checkpoints, for them to deposit their items into.
"She wasn't kidding about the lack of niceties," Lyann said, now getting a better look at the chairs up close.
"She wasn't kidding about the lack of niceties," Lyann said, now getting a better look at the chairs up close.
"Nope," Kirstie said. "Though they don't look uncomfortable, just...unfinished."
"What about these things?"
"I have no idea what those are."
The women pondered odd objects hanging over the top of each chair. They dangled from large overreaching frames on short bits of coiled cord akin to what was used in old fashioned landline telephones. Though made of brushed steel, the size, shape, and placement of each object evoked a knit cap.
"That's the newest feature," Marie said, seeing their concern. "The scalp massager. Just like the rest of the chair, it looks like garbage. But it works great, and it'll feel amazing. The best part is, when you're sitting down and enjoying your massage, you won't have to look at this monstrosity. Joe and I aren't so lucky. That's our view all day."
She giggled sweetly, eliciting smiles from Lyann and Kirstie.
"She has a point," Lyann said. "Let's sit down and change our view."
"Way ahead of you," Kirstie said, plopping down into her chair. "Hey, they weren't wrong. This is really comfortable."
Lyann followed her friend's lead and sat down. She wiggled around a bit and then determined that, yes, the comfort of the chair belied its ugliness.
"All set, ladies?" Marie asked.
Receiving confirmations from her volunteers, Marie returned to her workstation and activated a program on it. The scientist and Joe watched her activity intently.
Cradling their occupants, the loungers began to slowly unfold into a reclining position. At the same time, their lower halves lifted up, raising the women's bare feet until they were perpendicular to the floor. Then, the scalp massagers shuddered slightly before beginning a slow decent. Within a few seconds, the devices fitted themselves snugly over the tops of the women's heads.
Marie looked over at the scientist and gave a thumbs-up. A moment later, after checking data on his console, Joe did the same.
"Excellent," the scientist said. "Begin the massage."
Something about the way the scientist said massage struck Lyann as odd. Maybe it was an emphasis the woman put on the word, or maybe it was her techno-nerd personality.
"Is this just a scalp massage or full body?" Kirstie asked Lyann, breaking into her friend's thoughts.
"I think it's supposed to be--oh! Ohhh...it's definitely full body...mmmm...."
Both women sighed and closed their eyes as the loungers and metal caps applied just the right amount of warmth, pressure, and vibration to soothe and relax them. The scientist eyed them carefully, taking in their responses and making notes on a small tablet. After several seconds, she pointed at a button on Marie's console. Marie nodded and pressed the button.
"This is great," Lyann said, her eyes still closed and a contented grin plastered across her face. "I can't believe we thought about not--"
Her eyes suddenly shot open. They crossed as her head wobbled back and forth, and she blew a protracted raspberry.
"You are so weird," Kirstie said, opening her own eyes to see what antics her friend was engaged in. "Can't you just sit quietly and enjoy-oy-oy-duh-duh-duh-d-d-d-d-d...."
Kirstie's eyes rolled around in their sockets, as she continued uttering nonsensical syllables. Lyann didn't notice at all, having fallen into a stupor. Soon, Kirstie quieted and entered a similar state of torpor.
"Induction complete," Marie said.
"Good," the scientist said. "Begin brainwashing process. And get ready for your part in it."
As Marie keyed in several commands, she stood up. Joe stood up, too, and took hold of the two chairs they had just been sitting in. He wheeled them over to the loungers and placed one in front of each seated woman.
"Brainwashing initiated," Marie said. "Phase two will begin in one minute."
"Join your partner over by the subjects," the scientist said. "Choose either girl. I'll tell you when phase two is underway. That will be your signal to start."
Marie walked over to the loungers. She pointed at Lyann. Joe shrugged, then moved to stand at Kirstie's shoulder. Marie took up a similar stance by her choice.
One minute couldn't have passed more slowly. But it did, finally, pass. The scientist told her assistants that phase two was underway. Both of them then took two small, thimble-like devices out of their pockets. One they held, and the other they attached to the metal cap covering their chosen subject's head.
"Pleasure," Marie said into her small device.
"Pleasure," Lyann said back in a sleepy drawl.
"Pleasure," Joe said into his device.
"Pleasure," Kirstie said in the same manner that her friend had.
Marie walked over to the chair that Joe had placed before Lyann's feet. She sat down in it, and spoke again.
"Pleasure is worshiping feet."
"Pleasure," Lyan said slowly, "is worshiping feet."
At the same time, Joe did much the same as Marie had. He walked over and sat down at Kirstie's feet.
"Pleasure," he said, "is using your feet to get a man off."
"Pleasure is using my feet to get a man off," Kirstie said.
"Worship my feet," Marie said to Lyann.
"I will worship your feet," Lyann said through a broad smile.
She sat upright in the lounger, leaned forward, drew up her legs, and then shifted herself so that she knelt on all fours with her head facing Marie. The cap remained on her head, its coiled cord stretching to allow her to move and still keep it in place.
Marie slipped off her flip-flops and placed her bare feet on the lounger's footrest. Lyann stared at them lustfully for the briefest instant before taking them into her hands and raising them up to her mouth.
"Get me off with your feet," Joe said to Kirstie in the meantime.
"I will get you off with my feet," Kirstie said, licking her lips in anticipation.
She leaned forward and then scooted to the edge of her seat. In response to her shifting weight, the lounger reset into its straight-backed, lowered-footrest position. Now sitting as far forward as she could, she stretched out her legs so that her feet could reach Joe in his chair. Using her toes, she deftly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. A wild, desirous frenzy burned in her eyes. And just as Lyann's did, her cap stayed in place on her head, its cord stretching and moving with her.
Lyann began kissing Marie's feet and soon moved on to licking and sucking them. As she did, her eyes fluttered, and she moaned in ecstasy. Kirstie reacted almost exactly the same, as she gripped, kneaded, and rubbed Joe with her feet. Both women continued to carry out their instructions and experience near orgasmic pleasure for several minutes.
Finally, Marie sighed, fully sated from the worship. Soon afterwards, Joe released until he was spent.
"Sit back and sleep," both said to their subjects.
Lyann turned herself over and back around, and then stretched out, resuming her reclined position. Kirstie leaned back in her seat, triggering the lounger to unfold again. Then both of them closed their eyes and drifted to sleep, smiling dreamily as if it were they that felt the afterglow of climax.
"Assessment," the scientist said.
Her assistants turned back to face her, Joe taking a moment to make himself presentable first.
"The pleasure conditioning looks to be very effective," Marie said. "We will need to bring these two back in a week or so to see if their responses remain as strong. But all of our data points suggest that they will take to their brainwashing much more thoroughly because of the rewards they received for compliance."
The scientist nodded.
"And the equipment?"
"The mobility of the helmets works well," Joe said. "It's allowing us to let the subjects move around, while keeping them connected to the machines as we introduce and reinforce the pleasure conditioning. We could even lengthen the cords to allow further movement, for example if we want the subjects to be able to leave the chairs entirely. Or, we could work on a wireless connection, though that could present some challenges."
"Let's stick with the cords for now. But there's no harm in lengthening them to give the subjects more reach. Well done, both of you. Let's finish up with these two. Implant suggestions for them to act on their new pleasure impulses in their private lives and also for them to return here for another trial in nine days. Make them think we will have a newer prototype of the massage chairs for them to test. And, of course, erase their memories of everything that happened after the massage started."
Marie and Joe acknowledged their instructions and then went immediately to work on the oblivious, brainwashed women.
Marie and Joe acknowledged their instructions and then went immediately to work on the oblivious, brainwashed women.
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"Wow, that was some massage," Lyann said, as she and Kirstie walked among the booths at the fair.
"I'm still tingly all over," Kirstie said with a grin. "I can't wait to go back next week and try out the new model."
"You know, all this talk of massage has me thinking."
"You know, all this talk of massage has me thinking."
"Uh-oh. That means trouble. What's on your mind?"
"Do your feet ever get paid any...attention?"
"What do you mean? Like, do I get pedicures? Sure, sometimes."
"No, I don't mean that," Lyann said. "I mean...sensual attention. Have they ever been worshiped?"
"No, never," Kirstie said. "Why do you ask?"
"Because it feels really good. Better than a massage, even. And because...I'd like to worship your feet."
Lyann began to grow hot and bothered as she imagined in vivid detail what she talked about.
"That's weird," Kirstie said.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I was thinking about it, and I just couldn't--"
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I was thinking about it, and I just couldn't--"
"No, no," Kirstie said. "I mean the timing is weird. Because my feet never get attention. And I also never give any attention with them. Like, I never touch my boyfriend with them. But right before you mentioned foot worship, I was thinking I should use my feet on him. I think he'd like that. And...I know I would. It would feel...like you said, better than a massage."
Now Kirstie grew flushed, as she voiced such arousing thoughts.
"Here's an idea," Lyann said. "Let's go back to your place. You call Dan and ask him to come over. While you're waiting for him, I'll worship your feet. When I finish, they'll be nice and wet. Then we can lube them up to keep them that way. Dan will get there, I'll leave, and--"
"I can get him off with my feet," Kirstie said. "Oh, yeah, I like that idea. I like it a lot!"
Both women sighed, their cheeks red with arousal and their eyes wide with excitement.
"So, you're in?" Lyann asked.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Kirstie said.
As they quickened their pace, the two brainwashed friends thought nothing more of the fair, the booths, their massages, or anything else but their burning need for pleasure and what they would do to get it.