Chapter 3 The Cycles of Pleasure and Pain
"Now Jamie you can just lie back and listen now, you do want to listen don't you Jamie?" asked Kingsman, loosening his tightened grip on Jamie's hand to allow it to gently connect with his.
"Yes Dr. Kingsman," replied Jamie, in an almost positive way. Perhaps on one hand Jamie realized the voice was his anchor in this abyss of despair he felt as his mind was being altered, perhaps he realized the new desire to want to please Dr. Kingsman, a factor on the other hand. Or perhaps both were true. Either way, his reality was being changed. That much he knew on some level.
"Outstanding Jamie, now lets see, shall we do pain or pleasure first?" teased Kingsman, knowing full well this latest pulse of pleasure had Jamie nearly fully aroused. "I see you are pretty aroused now, that is outstanding, Jamie."
And just like that Jamie was fully aroused, fully focused on the voice leading him in the abyss, and not at all embarrassed about it.
"Yes Dr. Kingsman," Jamie managed to squeak out.
"Well Jamie, we can't have you getting too comfortable now," forebodingly stated Kingsman. "After all, we are onto the third part of my demonstration- pain and pleasure."
And with that, the fully aroused Jamie was sent a wave of pain, centering in his head, and radiating out through his nervous system. And with that, the writhing and moaning if intense pain began. Kingsman looked on as his hand was disconnected from Jamie's from the writhing and contorting of Jamie's body. From past experiences, Kingsman knew this level of pain would continue for an unspecified time, as people all had different brain, body and nervous system physiology. His estimate, based on the pulses he sent, is that this would last at least an hour without intervention and cause no damage to his victim.
From Jamie's perspective, pain was now added to the mix of thoughts that almost appeared fully but left even more quickly in this abyss, and the amazing feeling of arousal. The only difference was the pain was constant, intense and complete, while the almost thoughts weren't even that after the pain. And with no voice, there was no anchor to reality, no relief. Just nothingness, intense pain and arousal.
"Outstanding, Jamie," said Kingsman, reaching out and taking Jamie's hand. The sudden pulse of pleasure mixed with the intense searing pain was confusing to the boxer clad psychiatrist. Kingsman smiled, knowing full well he was confusing the psychiatrist even more.
"Jamie, that was just a small sample of pain, it can get more intense and last longer, I just need to make a few more adjustments to make that happen. Now I am going to ease that pain now Jamie, and when you feel no more pain I want you to say 'thank you Dr. Kingsman'." commanded the talent. Slowly, not wanting Jamie to feel rescued, Kingsman reduced the pain Jamie was suffering through. Jamie instinctively tried to help himself with deep breathing and to lessen his movement.
"Admirable, you trying to control your pain with your breathing, but not really helpful," Kingsman said as he laughed to himself, slowly and carefully ratcheting down the level of pain his victim was feeling. For Jamie, he had no sense of whether it was one minute or one hour- but he felt the pain and knew it was Kingsman that was the cause.
After the pain finally subsided "thank you Dr. Kingsman," was Jamie's response.
"Outstanding, Jamie. You will become used to thanking me, i guarantee it," responded Kingsman, shooting a mild wave of pleasure into his prone victim.
"But let's focus on the pain for a while Jamie," Kingsman said. "You will become very used to this feeling from me. Disobedience from you will result in pain, Jamie."
And with that, just as quickly sent intense pain back through his victim's body, and writhing, contorting and crying began in full.
"Now Jamie, I'm simply going to tell you by percent the depth of your pain and the length of time going by. Please just relax and enjoy the demonstration, Jamie," smiled Kingsman, as he was setting the pathways of his victim's brain and nervous system with his ability. "Every time I tell you a percentage, that will become the percentage of pain your body will feel. This demonstration will serve two purposes. Pain, and a scale to relate the amount of pain you feel."
"This is 25% of what your body can handle, Jamie," said Kingsman. "And I see the tears already. Don't worry Jamie I won't allow permanent damage. We have work to do together and I need you for that."
After watching Jamie squirm, writhe and cry, Kingsman noticed the psychiatrist slowing his breathing and limiting movement again in an effort to try and control the pain. It was then that Kingsman told him 35% for 20 seconds, and increased the intensity to keep his victim off balance.
"Jamie, I notice you trying to control the pain by breathing slowly and limiting your movement. I'm afraid you're not the one in control here. Forty percent, Jamie," stated the talent, as his victim again began writhing and contorting, disconnecting hands. "You will learn who is in control soon enough. You will learn that resistance is pain. I'll condition that right into your very being. Oh and Jamie, if you disconnect from my hand, that level of pain will only continue."
Kingsman let his foe writhe and contort for a short time, before reaching out to connect once again. Eventually the body would reestablish balance, but the time and pain levels and rate of pain decrease differed among individuals. Kingsman wanted Jamie conditioned to understand that he alone was the source of pain and pleasure.
"Thirty percent for 30 seconds Jamie. Imagine that level of pain for longer," tormented the man in control as he again established contact with the good doctor's hand. "Or worse, I can increase it as well. Focus on what I am telling you Jamie. I can make that pain lessen, or even go away. All you need to do is submit. Submit. Tell me you want to submit Jamie."
Somewhere deep within his mind he knew what that meant. He had conditioned and trained many women to this point. His tormentor was permitting him to reason, albeit in a limited way, and offering something he desperately wanted- to end the pain. In his right mind Dr. James Phillips would know exactly what was being done to him, but that person was nowhere to be found in this current state. Prior to this, he was not able to get to the level of complete thoughts. But while he could think, like now in this limited way, he could fight. Which had him exactly where his tormentor wanted him.
"Nnnnnoo..." grunted Jamie through gritted teeth, tense muscles accentuated throughout his body.
"Outstanding, Jamie," Kingsman replied, sending an unmistakable pulse of pleasure to his opponent. "Please do resist. I want all that fight out of you. Outstanding Jamie, 30% pain and look at how aroused you are. If i didn't know better I would think you like this."
Jamie grunted. He was nearing his breaking point with the pain that permeated his body. "Now or never,' he thought. Fight or flight. He rolled to his right to move to get to his feet. With all the strength and will he could muster he managed to get to his feet. He looked, and in front of him was the last obstacle between him and the office door- Dr. Marcus Kingsman, standing and smiling. Resolved to fight, Jamie reared back and took a wild swing with his right fist...
...only to have it caught in mid-flight by the left hand of his antagonist.
"Impressive try Jamie. Thirty-five percent pain now Jamie. Where were you going to go Jamie, seriously? Now Jamie, kneel, so you may have the pain lessened," stated Kingsman, without forcing the command through the pulses. "I will simply increase the pain until you kneel. Forty percent."
