All characters are 18 years old or older. This is one that's been on the back burner for a little while, a new twist on an old idea. What would you do if you could control the thoughts and actions of any person you found attractive? Please feel free to comment and tell me if you enjoyed this as well as vote so I can improve my craft. Enjoy!!
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Introduction:
You ever wonder why people act the way they do? I guess it was something that drove my path into the study of psychology and neuroscience. I was bullied as a kid. I watched the news with my dad and saw all the crimes that people committed. Then there was the mass suicide of a religious cult and I wondered how any sane person could do that. I asked my dad and he told me how the leader had brainwashed his followers into doing anything that he said, no matter how crazy. It was one of the things that stuck in my head. After I graduated high school I went off to college and decided to focus on deprogramming cult members.
I graduated with my PhD in psychology and wrote a grant proposal to study cult techniques for indoctrination of its members and how to reverse it. There were side studies in addiction and other unhealthy behavior. You would be surprised how many people are out there that have escaped cults and wanted their lives back. To help them I ran EEG and other scans to see if there was a pattern in brain activity. I studied healthy individuals as well as those suffering from mental trauma from their cult experiences.
I was two years into my study when I found it. The medical term is long and complicated but I nick named it the 'slave wave'. My first experiments went into reproducing the wave in healthy minds. The trick was inducing it safely without damaging the subject. I had to see if I could do it and then I had to see how long someone could be exposed to it without long term detriment. It was another year before I was able to build a device to alter the normal rhythm of a healthy mind with the slave wave. The first generation device was a hideous headband using powerful magnets targeting key parts of the brain. My only problem was that I had no volunteers to undergo the testing. I can't say that I blame them. Who wants to subject themselves to the will of another? So I set the study aside and worked on the flip side of the work and tried to alter damaged minds and heal them. The volunteers flooded in.
I filed for a patent eighteen months later and called it a device for treating addiction and unhealthy behavior. It was a huge success. You can forget nicotine gum and patches. I set up a clinic and was treating people and after a half dozen visits they were quitting smoking, eating healthy and curing clinical depression. I had achieved my life's work at the tender age of twenty nine. There were licensed clinics worldwide and I retired by the age of thirty two. By the age of thirty three I was desperately bored. It was late one night after an evening of heavy drinking that it came to me.
"Well old boy, you have all the time in the world on your hands, why not work on something new? Oh I know what would be fun, the slave wave. I could continue my studies and hire people to undergo the testing."
I set down my glass of whiskey and fixed a pot of coffee. Two weeks, it took just two short weeks to have a working prototype. It had to be my success with healing others that made the kinky collar a reality. But I was unable to find anyone that was willing to get paid to try it out. It was so damn frustrating!
Day One:
That's when it happened, the doorbell rang. I set the collar down and walked to the front door. I opened the door and it was my younger sister Haley. I invited her in and she was being nice which meant only one thing. She needed money, again.
"I am getting another cup of coffee, want one," I asked her.
"Sure, you have the best coffee," she replied trying to butter me up.
"How is school going," I asked and I 'heard' the shrug from behind me. "...That good huh?"
"Eh, it is hard living in your shadow," she said as I poured her cup of coffee. "To be honest I don't really know what I want to do anymore. I feel so inadequate and how do I keep up with you?"
"This isn't a contest Haley," I told her but I could see it wasn't going anywhere.
"Hey, what's this," she asked holding up the prototype doll collar. "Is this something new you are working on?"
"Yes, yes it is," I said.
"OOH, can I help? I know you pay your assistants. I could try this out for you and I could earn money instead of begging you know."
"If you are serious about it I would need a real commitment. You'd have to move in so I could monitor you. I have a few spare bedrooms."
"I would be okay with that. I know mom would want me to get out of her hair, even if it's only for a couple of months."
We shook hands and that's when my life got so very interesting. We drank our coffee and I called mom. I told her what was going on and she started to argue about me using my sister as a test subject. I told her sis would be fine. There was zero chance of any permanent damage. Sis actually got on the phone and begged mom to be my lab rat. Looking back it's kind of funny really. Sis left and returned a few hours later with clothes and her basic necessities. I let her pick out her bedroom from the four extras that had come with the house. By dinner time she was moved in and hungry so I cooked for us.
"So what sort of stuff are you working on," she asked as she watched me cut up veggies.
"I guess you could call it behavioral modification," I told her avoiding the two words, slave wave.
"So is this a better way of curing addiction?"
"Eh, not really, it is more of a different way of doing it," I said. "We can start first thing tomorrow."
"Why not tonight," she asked. "I got nothing going on."
"Okay, after dinner," I said and felt the excitement build.
As we ate I asked her if she had any bad habits, addictions or anything she'd like to change. I had to remind her I was a doctor and to be honest. She nodded and asked about finding a nice guy. She admitted that she had a bad habit of dating the bad boy type to her detriment. I asked her what she found so attractive about them and she shrugged. So I asked what she got out of that relationship and she blushed. I asked her if it was great sex and she nodded. Haley admitted that bad boys were better lovers. She opened up about her sex life and how she liked rough sex, a lot. What she hated was that the bad boys tended to be super jealous and control freaks. A certain amount of control was okay but typically they got carried away.
"I think I understand," I said. "Control in the bedroom is okay but outside of it not so much."
"Exactly," she said. "I never pegged you for the kinky sort."
"I'm not," I said.
"Pity, that's probably why you never had a long term relationship. Girls like a little kink in their lives, whether they admit it or not."
She loaded the dishwasher and we headed down to my lab. I had converted a game room into my work place. I sat sis down in a recliner and told her what I was doing as I did it.
"I am placing these sensors on first to monitor your brain activity. Once I have these in place I will record things after I place the device around your neck."
"Sounds easy enough," she replied.
"Okay, here we go," I said as I switched on my invention. "Tell me how you feel and don't leave anything out, alright?"
