The ward is a strange place. It is on the top floor of a relatively new mental facility. When it originally opened, it wasn't making enough money to maintain the care of the people who were sent to them. The head of psychiatry decided to create a special, very expensive, elite unit which was primarily advertised as a rehab/break away unit for the rich and famous, where they could recover from the stress of daily life, and as far as the board of directors was concerned that was its sole purpose.
However upon its creation, the head of psychiatry, a Professor James MacPherson, also realised the potential for another, more secretive, and much more lucrative line of income. He knew, being of the rather more kinky persuasion himself, that there were rich men and women who would pay large sums of money to have their significant others "trained" to be more obedient, and available to them.
As such, when employing the staff who would work only in the unit, he was very careful about the selection process. He wanted people who were sadistic in nature, and who would keep their mouths shut about what happened during their working day, and their clients. The latter was easy to screen for given the nature of "The Ward" but the former was a whole lot tougher, though he knew he didn't really need those trained for psychiatric care, which helped a little.
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Several months later, "The Ward" had had several of the very rich and famous through its doors, as well as a number of the more discreet clientèle. It had learned many lessons on how to keep the latter quiet, and those methods were becoming more and more advanced as time wore on, which lead to more and more of the rich and not so famous sending their wives, husbands and significant others to be put through the regime, some taking only a week, others many months. A few who had entered at the start had still not finished their training.
It was the very same week that Professor MacPherson received two almost identical emails of enquiry. Both were enquiring about his "training" course, how much it cost, what was involved, what the requirements were for entry. All the prudent details any sensible business person would be looking for, the only difference was that one was for a male and the other a female. Of course he would need full histories of both before accepting, but the idea of running a complete parallel into the differences in male and female training intrigued him and as such he speedily replied to both as follows:
To Whom it May Concern
The training course minimum cost is Β£10,000, which is for one month and is non refundable. The cost after that is Β£8,000 per month the individual requires to complete to a standard you are happy with. The training involves many things, and can be adjusted to individual taste, but can include orgasm control, pain and punishment, chastity, anal play and many many more things.
As to entry, I need a full comprehensive history of both physical and psychological health and well being. This does not mean that if there are issues I will not accept them, but if I do not know then I would be putting both myself and the individual at risk.
I hope to hear from you regarding this soon
Yours faithfully Professor MacPherson
The professor was not sure whether he would hear back or not, but he hoped so, as under a pseudonym he was already doing a comparative case study on the benefits and differences in behavioural modification based on gender. He had always been curious but never had the opportunity to carry out such work, given his primary job was working with people with mental problems from psychosis to complete retardation.
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Name: May X Age: 28 Spouses Job: Managing Director of a Multinational Conglomerate
Physical Health: Completely healthy, no underlying conditions.
Mental Health: Relatively healthy, a little depression in the past, very meek, and a shy.
Name: Lee X Age: 32 Spouses Job: Partner in a Legal Firm
Physical Health: Very fit, no underlying conditions.
Mental Health: No history of anything. Familial history of depression. Outgoing but sexually repressed.
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Professor MacPherson had received the profile information for both the applicants the week before, and was excited about the upcoming training, having taken a sabbatical from his normal clinical work to focus solely on this piece of work. It would be a very interesting time indeed.
He had chosen only a handful of people to work this pair with him, including a female psychologist with a sense of superiority and dominance, as well as several other hands, including both men and women in equal measure. Both were to be trained to serve their spouses, but also be open to anything, including moves from the same gender as themselves, if they are ordered to. The only difference in the training it seemed would be their gender. This was the sort of thing that came around only once in a lifetime, especially since the comparison could be done in real time.
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"Help," screamed May, banging on the door of the room she had just awoken to find herself in. "Let me out," she wailed as she looked around the room. She could have sworn that she was just having breakfast with her husband, but she was here in this room, with its barred window, single bed, and not a lot else.
The door opened, making her jump, and there stood a very large male orderly. He looked her up and down a smile on his lips, making her more than aware that she was wearing only a very light hospital gown, not the clothes she remembered getting dressed in. How long had she been here she wondered, along with how she got here since she couldn't actually remember it, nor knew where "here" was.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" the orderly asked.
"What am I doing here?" May replied, her look querulous as she backed up to the bed, sitting on it and pulling her knees to her chest, feeling very much alone, and very nervous. Where was Gerry? Why was she here?
"You're here because you and your husband decided you needed to be Ma'am," the orderly smiled, "You'll have a meeting with the Professor soon, and he'll explain it all. For now get some rest." The orderly closed and locked the door once more, and then pulled down a flap which revealed to her a viewing window, which she had not noticed before. This made her feel even more exposed.
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