Katie
"I believe the work I've done with Katie has helped," Emily said. "And I have reason to believe that her prolonged comatose state was a way for her mind to begin to flush out all the inconsistencies and come to terms with reality. I believe these tests will show that while she still has some abnormal sexual tendencies, her grasp of her situation has completely returned."
The three doctors took note of what Emily said on little notepads only big enough to write shorthand. Katie stared at them each, a balding man with leathery skin and a head of liver spots, a European man whose name she couldn't pronounce hiding behind Coke bottle glasses, and a young woman with a styled brown bob and thin but well lined lips. She could only have been in her mid-30s.
I wonder what Master would do with her first?
The woman spoke up. "Pardon my interruption. I only want to be clear on your purpose. You've hypothesized that simple psychoanalysis was the treatment this patient needed?"
Emily sighed through flared nostrils. "Psychoanalysis is not as simple as you think, Dr. Bracz. I came to attempt an experimental psychiatric treatment that required displaying empathy and slowly introducing logic into what the patient's brain has made an entirely emotional conflict. By validating her
feelings
, I was able to convince her the
logic
was unsound."
Katie hated how they spoke like she wasn't sitting right there, white chair, white clothes, waiting for them to begin. Thankfully, there were no restraints on her body anywhere. They even let her walk a little bit of the way down the hall. If her legs were stronger, then she could have made it all the way.
"Katie," Emily said, "Are you ready to begin?"
The tests started off simple, cognitive. What is two plus two? What color is this circle? Name one of the planets of the solar system. Then they moved on to situational conflict. You find a stranger's wallet. Do you keep it, or turn it in? Who in this picture is the real mother of the playing child?
Then they started to test her "delusions", and thankfully Emily talked her through it.
"Tell me, Katie," said the leathery old doctor. "Why do you think you are here?"
Tell them what they want to hear,
Emily thought.
You got out of control.
"Ten years ago, I lost control of my sexual desires, and I haven't been myself ever since," Katie said, trying to put on a little shame, a little confusion.
"What would you do if we released you today?"
Anything but Master. Don't say anything about him.
"See my parents, if they'll let me. I know they stopped visiting a long time ago."
The doctor nodded and took note. "And Katie, would you like to see your old friends?"
"Not right away. I think I would be too embarrassed."
"Not even Charlie?"
Katie, be strong. Don't let them see the truth. They can't take it.
"No, not him. I think it's best for the both of us if we just leave it all in the past."
"Don't you feel strongly about him? Only a few weeks ago you said -"
"I know what I said, Doctor. I still
feel
strongly, but... you have to understand, I wasn't ready to say goodbye, and he's the only thing I thought I had in here. Now I realize that I didn't. I made all of that up just to feel like I was the victim. I'll still think about him for a while, but hopefully soon I can start making new friends in a new place, and maybe even have a new boyfriend. And then Charlie will just be a part of my past, like he should be."
Good, Katie. That was good.
At the end of the day, they started to scan her brain while they showed her, "explicit pornographic images that mirrored her personal experience."
A young woman, close to her age, tied against a pole and fucked vigorously, begging her Master to go as hard as he wanted, to use her like a toy. Katie knew there was no faking this test. Her brain would respond how it would respond.
But we can suppress it,
Emily reminded her as the movies played.
Just focus on me and what I say, and it won't be as bad. Then I can spin the results in your favor.
And they did just that. Emily sent her thoughts of simple things. The slide at a playground, the sound of wind sighing through giant oak trees. If Katie reached into her a little, she could even see Emily as a little girl, playing hopskotch in the schoolyard and painting model cars with her father. And that helped immensely.
And when it was all over, when Katie was back in her white room, Emily sat with her until everyone left and the door was closed. She hopped onto the bed, kissing Katie deeply and frantically trying to take her own clothes off. "I've wanted you all day," Emily said. "I know Master would be so happy knowing I pleased you."
"Stop," Katie told her, and the girl stopped.
Not a woman anymore. She's my little girl now.
"Not here. I don't want to risk it."
"Of course, Mistress," Emily said, blushing. She stood again, embarrassed, unsure what to do. At least Katie had trained her enough to obey in the few days she had to play around in her head.
"Once I'm free, I can stay with you," Katie said. "We can spend a few days together, nice and relaxing. I'll get some sunlight, I'll start eating big meals, I'll do yoga and squats and stretches, and you can show me all the ways to do my hair. I want to look beautiful for Master."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And of course, I'll fuck you almost as good as Master did."
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Lauren
Lauren could barely resist rubbing her breasts as she walked down the hall to the master bedroom. He was back now, after such a long time in the study, and everyone in the house was aching to please him again. Lauren was no exception. Every day that he stayed shut in was another day spent venting her frustrations on whichever one of the girls she saw first.
