The Clinic was visibly clandestine. Four men loosely versed in a chaotic mix of neurophysiology, neuropsychology, ancient pagan rites, mysticism, magical rituals of sensitization and fertility, and animal magnetism, promoting a project of total multisensory immersion for women, especially married women, that promised to take them to the maximum state of pleasure to absolute erotic paroxysm without having to have sex or be with men. Or at least that, the absence of males for their pleasure, was emphasized at the beginning of the experiments, but no one explained what could happen after they had all their sensations and emotions artificially hyperactivated to the limits of human reactions.
The proposal appealed to a good number of women, andpleasur they got 82 volunteers for the first experiment that represented the aspiration of its directors, the total awakening of sex in ordinary women through exotic sensory inductions.
They rented an old abandoned cinema, adapted inside for the activities, with comfortable seats where the volunteers would stay in a dim environment, with a well-controlled pleasant temperature, glasses and listening equipment to receive stimuli.
The small sound waves began, imitating the rhythm of hearts, a spiral of soft colors succeeding each other, points of white lights and other colors that came and went, getting now larger, now smaller, from the center to the sides and back. Hypnotic spirals spinning. And erotic mantras, whispered by sensual female voices, as if they were a continuous pleasure.
The women were relaxed and subjected to the continuous sequence of programmed stimuli, changing their expressions, relaxing, becoming excited. Their bodies twitching, their breaths becoming agitated, their breasts engorging. The vaginas trembling and getting wet.
Promoters watched from the booth. The session was succeeding, the ravishing expressions on the women's faces showing that they were being absorbed by sex. Full of sexual desires.
Each one was now a surge of pleasure.
The mood was blatantly sexual.
Women who had never been so interested in sex before, only the routine and banal marital one, began to feel an irresistible wave of heat between their thighs, causing them to insert their hands between their legs, their fingers dipping through their thin panties and in minutes, even before the organizers had predicted them, they were all doing it. Putting their hands between their thighs and full of desire and excitement, all 82 volunteers were masturbating furiously. Horny, brainwashed.
The real purpose of a woman's sex life is to give erotic pleasure to her mates, said projected prejudiced posters and phrases babbled at regular intervals.
The women drooled and tossed and turned in their chairs, their eyes dead under their now heavy eyelids, their ears receiving a flood of subliminal messages, their whole bodies transformed into a single center for receiving stimuli and teasing.
And what they all did there was to assault her clitoris and sexual orifices with their fingers.
They were all enjoying and feeling pleasure. They clasped them over their hands as they pressed their sexes, an overwhelming climax running through their trembling bodies. They masturbated full of strange and frightening sexual fantasies.
It was, in fact, a very pleasant moment for them.
The instigators euphoric.
They had managed, with well-organized subliminal programming, to get all 82 women in the dim light of the room full of sensory stimuli to masturbate.
They were doing it.
They decided to speed things up and apply a stronger subliminal command that would only be experienced in another phase.
