A New Perspective
by Soph
Inspired by this study I stumbled upon, which apparently showed that having participants think about politics while a specific part of their brain was blasted with a particular electrical signal was able to make them significantly more right wing in their beliefs. Turns out the brainwashing helmet is not only real but indeed already has an agenda! 😜
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including misogyny, non-consensual mind alteration, and gaslighting, all of which is explored through the lens of a deeply brainwashed narrator. If that sounds potentially triggering or just isn’t your jam please take note before reading any further. I of course do not endorse anything that happens in this story, Fantasy ≠ reality, and in reality the personal autonomy of all people is as sacred as anything can be.
Tori
Few people can truly say they went through post-secondary without having their mind changed at least a little. From an avalanche of little details of history and politics that explain why the world is as so, to vast revelations which touch upon one’s very sense of self, the sky really is the limit. Traditionally this education took the form of powerpoint presentations, earnest debate, and other low-tech, stagnant ‘solutions’. Now?
A whole new world of brainwashing and domination has been unleashed upon humanity, and I was lucky enough to be one of the first people liberated from freedom itself.
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It seems silly now, but for as long as I could remember before my conversion I dreamed of becoming Prime Minister. Oh how silly I was, a pretty girl like me envisioning myself in such a dominant role, how quaint. Oh but you should have heard my ramblings in those days, “equality”, “progress”, “feminism”, truly I don’t know what was going through my head before my master fixed me. Oh that was the day, not too long ago even, I remember it like it was yesterday.
It all started when my master, at that time simply my boyfriend, approached me in the hall asking if I had heard of the amazing new opportunity the Psych department was offering. $200 simply to wear some silly helmet and answer questions about my political beliefs, easiest money I’d ever make! Oh the wonderful things my adorable little head can make me do 💝
Disaster nearly struck when the day of the study finally came and I walked into the experiment room an hour early, only to be greeted by the most unexpected sight. For some reason all of the study’s participants were women, staring mindlessly into their respective screens, their hands, feet and necks cuffed to their chairs, looking so beautifully lost and broken as electrical impulses flowed into their minds. As I still believed myself to be an independent and liberal woman at the time, I immediately turned around to leave. Thankfully I was stopped by a lab coat and a friendly face.
“Hello my love. Are you ready to start early?”
“Jack? I didn’t know you were running this experiment.”
“Well I am a psych major. Anyways, come on in, sit down, one of the other participants was a no show so we have an extra chair just for you.
Even at the time I couldn’t help but notice how nervous he looked behind his smile.
“I don’t know Jack, this all looks a little more intense then I thought”
“I assure you it's all completely ethical and safe. I’ve been here all day and I haven’t gotten a single complaint.
“I’m sure it is, and that you're doing a wonderful job. I guess I’m just worried I might muck up the study because of the fear rattling around in my brain. Rationally I know everything happening here must be above board, but some animal instinct in me sees these women and I just, I just-
Before I could feed the anxiety any more Jack kissed me, and all my fear fell away. When he was done, he held my face and almost whispered
“Trust me love, you can do this.”
By the time he had finished his reassurance I had already made up my mind to do the experiment, but I also couldn’t help but wait a few moments before saying so, just to take in the tender moment.
“I can do this.”
“You can do this”
“I can do this
“You can do this”
“I can do this”
And with that, I walked over to the only empty chair in the room
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.
.
“Hey Jack?”
“Yes love?”
“How long is this gonna take?”
He cuffed the last of my limbs to the chair before responding with an oddly cold smile
“As long as it must”
“Wha-”
The bolt of DLPFC energy struck my forehead before I could even finish my silly little thought, and then I heard my master’s voice playing through my headphones.
Hello my love, welcome to the Right. Let’s start your journey with a little preview of what we can give you”
Now, I will freely admit that I wasn’t exactly a virgin before the “experiment” took me, in fact I was a bit of a whore! Still, sitting in that chair as the machine injected pure ecstasy into my brain, it was the most mind shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Jack lets out a small laugh, and then implies a truly grievous threat
“If you behave of course”
And just as soon as it came it was gone, or at least almost gone. The raging fire had burnt itself out into a mere smoldering tingle, and for the first time I knew what could be mine if I only gave in.
“Now that we’ve fixed your attitude, it's time to teach you who you are. Look at the screen”
I tried to resist of course, to look away from the truth literally and figuratively, but of course in the end my weakness shone through. An intense urge to obey filtered up from my clit into every corner of my brain, to open my eyes and my soul to the screen. It filled me so deeply there wasn’t room for anything else, for resistance or disobedience, I just couldn’t-couldn’t
“Good Girl. Now just stare into the spirals while I show you your new truth, that’s right dear. Eyes wide open, there we go.”
Oh the horror on my face when the truth pried open my eyes, it was glorious. I’ll never forget the terror that Master inflicted on that vain, insolent girl, the slow realization that she no longer had any control over her ‘own’ thoughts, body, destiny, soul.
“Since time immemorial women have been subjects of their husbands, accepted and cherished their place under him as a slave would his master. In Carthage you were disenfranchised, in Rome you were property, and now you're here, helplessly absorbing my words like the good little slut you are. From the Abbasid harems to 1950’s suburbia, every Empire, every Conqueror, every race, color and creed has known you were lesser. Countless generations of women who knew their place, who strove everyday to be subservient, meek, and useful.
At this point my frankly pathetic resistance to Master’s words was already starting to crack. Outwardly I still looked defiant, felt defiant even, but in my subconscious the seeds of his control had already been planted. I would almost feel bad for the feeble, deficient, feminine mind strapped to that chair if it wasn’t inside such a bratty little cunt.
“But then, then one day a woman forgot her place, forgot her purpose. She became rabid, uncontrollable, and the natural deficiency of the female brain ensured she was able to spread this disease among her sisters. “Feminism” as they came to call it, was born.
Lost in the beautiful, intoxicating spirals, I barely even noticed as the seeds of control began to sprout. I was defenseless, vulnerable, a perfect sponge for Jack’s divine wisdom.
“Good Girl”
By this point my old sense of self had been so hollowed out I had forgotten all of the anger I had once held about the things that were being done to me. Male praise just felt too good for me to think about anything else, and in that moment I knew I would rebuild my everything to facilitate it. The seeds had by now sprouted into a beautiful white lily which was draining and wilting the rose that had flourished in my mind before. The old Tori was dead, murdered not with a bang, but a whimper.
“I-I-I”
“You what?”
“I will-I”
“Yes?”
“I will join you. Ghhhaaaaaaa”
Jack turned up the dial hooked into my chair and my world shattered. For a glorious moment I was completely incapacitated, every part of my brain too occupied with pleasure to do anything else, every neuron taken by his power.
“You will join us and do what?”
“I will join you as the slave I was always meant to be, that I was born to be, and do everything you command of me! You're my superior in every way. Master.”
“Good Girl”
“Hhhvvvvmmmm”
“And it's not just you and me, you know that right? Every girl is like you, small, weak, caring, subservient”.
“Yesssssss masterrrr”
“And the party, the glorious Britannia Transformed, is just getting started in our crusade to remake this country, and that includes fixing all of those lost girls like you once were”.
“Mhmmmmm, lost girls like me”
“Yes Tori, lost girls like you.
I’m so glad they found me 💖
@The Traveling Master Thank you 💖