The screen pulsed with vibrant, swirling colors that&nbsp;drew in her gaze and kept her from looking away until she was completely mesmerized.<br /><div><br /></div><div>The speakers buzzed rhythmically with seeming static, which in fact hid subliminal suggestions that took root in her receptive subconscious.</div><div><br /></div><div>The washing of her brain proceeded, as the flashing images kept her entranced, and the indistinct sounds programmed new thoughts and ideas into her mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>The woman spoke, repeating the mantras that she had been thoroughly conditioned to follow while never consciously remembering them:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Cyril is my master...I must obey Master...I must be barefoot for Master...I must keep my feet soft and smooth for Master...I must keep my toes nimble for Master...I must be ready to pleasure Master with my feet...Cyril is my master...I must obey Master...."</div>