Chapter 11.   Lost Memories

Almost a month later to the day I returned to the SlendaBond Training Facility.  Virginia was not with me on this trip.   I visited Morgan Richmond again briefly and again set out with the training director, Charlie, for another tour.   I hoped to see many things this time that he had not shown me on my initial visit.

“I am just dying to see how far you good people have gotten bringing Stephanie under control!”  I said.

“We have been able to embed many post-hypnotic suggestion words in her subconscious that we can use as a backup if she fails to obey ‘voluntarily’.   We also now have the ability to put her into direct trance control whenever we want just by uttering a key phrase – just the way you saw us do it to Laura and Henry on your previous visit.  We can then directly control her sexual responses, make her nipples erect, make her labia engorge, make her little clitoris come out from hiding in the clitoral cowl, even make her vagina secrete sexual fluids!”

“That is fantastic!”  I said, and high fived him just as we did on my previous visit.
“But I don’t want you to just take my word for it.   Let us go pay Stephanie a visit in her pod.”

“Her what?”  I said.

“If you will follow me, Bill, I will take you to another level of this building called the “pod floor” where you will see how we continue a slave’s education after she completes basic training in the ‘cylinder room’ that you saw last month. 

First we visited the Olympic size swimming pool first.  There were many naked slaves of both sexes swimming and diving there.  They all looked physically fit.  We progressed to the gymnasium where we saw row after row of naked humans of both sexes.  Some rows were learning to prance.  Each was made to lift his or her knees high on each beat of the music.  Other rows were doing sit-ups to strengthen and tone their abdominal muscles.  There was one row of women only receiving basic fellatio training.  Charlie took me close to these young women.  It was obvious that each woman in this group thought fellatio was beneath her dignity.  Yet each was performing the act on her respective male trainer.

“Why don’t some of them refuse?” I asked.

“Because of the post-hypnotic controls.  Some of them are actually responding to post-hypnotic commands even now.  Others fear losing control of their bodies to the hypnotic commands, and so will obey ‘voluntarily’ in order to avoid coming under hypnotic controls.  Either way they are being compelled to do an act which most of them find repugnant.  It is, in a real sense, their introduction to what it means to be a slave.”

I followed him back to the elevator and up to the third floor.  As we stepped out on this floor I saw row after row of beds called “pods” containing naked humans with each covered by a clear plastic dome.  Each naked slave was restrained except for one hand and I noted a video camera trained on each one.   Each wore an earphone headset.  Some, but not all, were wearing a special visor over the eyes.  Those in this latter group also were connected to IV lines dripping saline solution and other drugs into their bodies.

“This room looks positively spooky.”   I said.  “What is the purpose of all these restraints, all these visors, and the clear plastic domes?”

“The clear plastic dome is to keep their space draft free and temperature and humidity controlled.  That way we don’t have to give them clothing blankets or sheets for reasons of comfort or health.   It also means that we can observe them 24/7 without their having any privacy.  We do not allow them to masturbate on this floor.  It is all part of their training that they are no longer masters or mistresses of their own bodies.  The video cameras are there to detect any attempts at masturbation.   Operators monitor these video cameras 24/7 and when any masturbatory act is observed, the operator will immediately reprimand the subject through the earphones.  A second offense means they lose their free hand privilege.”  

“So basically” I responded, “the subject is reminded that his or her genitals are the master’s property and that to touch them without permission ‘would be like stealing’ from the master.”

“That’s right, Bill.  We do not want to keep them sexually frustrated on a long term basis but, at this stage of training, it make a powerful impression on their psyches.”

“I’ll bet it does!” I gleefully replied.

“If the cylinder room you saw last month was about ‘sensory deprivation’,” Charlie continued, “this pod room is about ‘memory deprivation’.  It is also about the installation of new ‘memories’ to replace the ones deleted.”  The new ‘memories’ are installed by means of virtual reality software through their visors.  With the help of certain drugs, they will forget certain memories we want them to forget and they will remember virtual reality experiences we implant as though these things had actually happened to them in real life.”

“Where do you get drugs like that?”  I said, amazed.

“In the early twenty first century,” Charlie went on,  “there was a drug widely used in hospital operating rooms for light anesthesia.  It was a beta-blocker called propranolol.  It was discovered that this drug had the ability to block all recall of things that happened while the patient was under the influence of the drug.  Later researches showed that this drug could be used to help victims of post-traumatic stress learn to forget their traumatic experience.”

“I don’t quite follow you, Charlie.  What does post-traumatic stress have to do with brainwashing slaves?”
  
“Bear with me.  Eventually another drug in the same family was found, patented under the name ‘MemZip24’ which could be used to completely suppress any memory by recreating the memory in conscious awareness while the patient was under the influence of the drug.   Finally a sister drug called ‘MemZip27’ was developed which had the interesting property that it could reinforce a memory, or turn a virtual reality experience into one remembered as though from real life.”
“But why would you want to erase parts of a slave’s memory, Charlie?”

“The most important way in which we use these drugs, particularly ‘24’, is at the end of a slave’s indenture, prior to setting him or her free.   Here the purpose is to purge the slave’s mind of any knowledge or memories of their service which might compromise a company’s proprietary processes, confidential client lists, or the sexual privacy of any person the slave was made to serve during her time of slavery.  We cannot have a newly freed slave going out and writing a book exposing the sexual quirks of some of her past masters or their friends.”

“I guess not!” I said.  If they could do that after they are freed it would kind of defeat the whole purpose of the slave system, would it not?”

“Indeed, Bill.  If you look down the row of pods you will see that maybe a third of them have the virtual reality visors and the IV line hookups.  Most of these, in turn, are slaves who are near completion of their indentures.  When they leave our facility as free men and women, they will have no memory at all of what really happened during their term of slavery.  Instead they will have some false memories of that time implanted by us through virtual reality with the help of the drug we call ‘27’.  The false memories are a kindness since that way they will not have constant anxiety about a ‘black hole’ in their memories.  In the false memories they will remember that they were slaves for a number of years, but that they only performed mundane tasks like filing, shelving books, digging ditches or whatever.  They will not remember who their masters were or the actual nature of the things they did.”

“Wow!  Can I ever see the benefits of that!  That gives a whole new freedom to masters and mistresses, knowing that their secrets are forever safe!”  I exclaimed.  “Do you use ‘memory deprivation’, as you call it, for other purposes as well?”

“Indeed yes.  Some want a slave who obeys out of a deeply held feeling and belief that we, and others that we may designate, have a moral right to exercise absolute authority over his or her person.   We are, after all, his or her ‘betters’.  I want to stress that your Stephanie will not be getting this type of conditioning.  In her case the client does not want to take away her belief in her own dignity.  Rather he wants her to obey him in all things because she will feel compelled to do so by the post hypnotic suggestions.”

“You may remember Mary from your earlier visit.  She would be an example of the type of slave who believes other people are her ‘betters’.  She is eager to obey and shows no resistance whatsoever.  She was nothing at all like that when she was sent to us under court order.  In fact she was one of the most independent minded and defiant slaves we ever received at this facility.”

“How is it possible to change a person’s basic nature so profoundly?”  I asked, amazed.

“The very will to resist mind control stems from a belief in the dignity of the person based, to a considerable extent, on Jeffersonian notions that all men are created equal, and that certain rights are ‘inalienable’.  Any memory of such a belief is the first memory we have to remove from those of our slaves who are going through what we call ‘inferiority training’.  Usually we only do this to the ones who are enslaved for life, though it is possible to do it on a reversible basis to the ones who are serving a five or ten year indenture.”

“Will this be done to Stephanie?”

“No because the client did not want a slave who felt inferior.  He wanted Stephanie to be independent minded and defiant about her condition.  This dovetails nicely with the fact he is also planning to use her professional abilities.”

“If we are going to produce an ‘inferior’ slave, we first strip away the slave’s initial belief that she is, in some fundamental sense, equal to her captors.  She is not equal and must learn that early on.  She is inferior to her ‘betters’.  She is Inferior morally, philosophically, legally, politically.   She must learn that all her satisfactions in life are to come from being pleasing in the sight of her master or mistress and their friends.  If these people smile upon her then she is worthy and entitled to self-esteem.” 

“If she is commanded to suck a penis or lick a vulva, she does not even ask if she is attracted to the man or woman whose penis or vulva it is.  Of course she is attracted to that person and his or her genitals because that person is one of her betters.  He or she is entitled to pleasure from her.  If she is asked to spread her legs for a man’s pleasure she doesn’t question if this is a man for whom she feels some special attraction.  She spreads her legs because it is both her duty and her pleasure to submit to one of her betters in this way.”

“So much for producing future slaves like our ‘Mary’.  I think what you really came for today is to see what we have done with your Stephanie.  Am I right?”

“Yes!  Lead on please!” I replied excitedly.

We walked down to the 37th pod on the left side and I gazed, through the plastic dome, with fascination at the girl I had done so much to enslave.   Now my client was clearly well on the way to turning her into a creature that would give great pleasure to the ultimate client.   Stephanie Glenn was quite naked, like all the others.   I noted with great pleasure that a platinum ring had been surgically installed through her clitoral hood.  I studied all the details of her body while she slept.  

After a few minutes Charlie decided to wake her.  He did this by reaching through an access port on the side of the pod that enabled him to directly touch her body.  He gave a little tug on her clitoris ring and she woke up, rubbed her eyes, and saw two men staring at her.  It took her a moment but soon she recognized me as well as the training director.   Charlie unfastened hidden latches that could only be opened from the outside of the pod, and then swung the hinged dome open.   He released her hand that had been restrained, cuffed her two hands together behind her back, and released the foot restraints.   He attached a safety leash to Stephanie’s clitoris ring and commanded her to get out of the pod and stand on the floor at attention.  I admired the long lines of her slender body and the beautiful muscularity of her legs and buttocks.  Charlie handed me the genital leash.

“I am sure you will have no difficulty getting her to follow you anywhere, Bill, since her handcuffs make it impossible for her to grab the leash to relieve the strain.  Even though it is a safety leash, I must still ask you to be very careful with her.  We don’t want to injure her private parts,” he admonished.   He walked away and indicated that we should follow.
I began leading Stephanie along with us, being very careful to keep only a gentle pull on her genitals.  We went to a small demonstration room that reminded me of the sales room but on a smaller scale.  It was a plushly carpeted room with a pedestal, dark blue velour drapes and special lighting.  There was some gymnastic equipment, one wall was mirrored, and the room was soundproofed.   He ordered Stephanie to stand on the pedestal with her feet two feet apart, placing her well opened crotch at eye level for both of us.   I found this view very pleasing indeed and studied the details of her genitals much as I had many months ago at the creditor’s exam.   I longed to touch her vulva and pubic hair.  Charlie read my mind.  He indicated that I might touch her if I chose, but for some reason I declined.   I guess there was a part of me that wanted the girl to like me at least a little.  

“How is the no masturbation rule working for you Stephanie?”  I asked.

“It leaves me very frustrated Sir! ” she said while glaring at me.  Her words were deferential but her body language spoke of rebellion just below the surface.

“This slave would like to ask if she might masturbate now?” she had turned to address Charlie.

“I will take it under consideration as a possible reward for you if you first show us you are a good slave girl.”  

He ordered her to get down on the floor and give us 20 sit-ups.  I marveled at her physical condition and how taught the muscles of her abdomen were.  He then ordered her to give us 10 chin-ups and I was blown away by her upper body definition and strength.  After that she assumed the standing ‘display position’, waiting for further orders.

“It is worth making a point here, Bill.  You see how strong she is.  Many of our slaves are this strong by the time we turn them over to our clients.  Many of our clients are sedentary people who, although they may workout, are not strong enough to physically master the slaves they receive from us.  So it is so very important that we develop foolproof means for the client to be able to control the slave through essentially mind control methods.” 

At this point he placed the flat of his hand gently on her lower abdomen just an inch or so above her pubic hair.

“Stephanie,” Charlie stated, “I can feel that your bladder is full.  Go get the jar from the cabinet and void for us now.”  She did so.

Through all these commands we could see her body was tense, the muscles in her neck were tense.  Clearly she did not like being a slave, but she obeyed because she knew the alternative to ‘voluntary’ obedience was to be placed under hypnotic controls and no longer being in control of her own body.

“You did well, slave.” Charlie said.  “You have my permission to masturbate now.”  

He produced a dildo vibrator from a closet and handed it to her.  We were delighted to see her put on quite a display for us.  Evidently her slave training had managed to get rid of most of her inhibitions about doing this in front of others.  Either that or she was just so desperate for relief that nothing else mattered.  We saw her play with her clitoris, and then it came out from under its hood as her labia became engorged and her nipples hardened.  We saw and experienced the odor of her sexual fluids running down her inner thigh.  While all this was happening she was bucking and flexing her leg muscles and the expression on her face told us she was far removed in her mind from this room and our presence.  She inserted the vibrator in her vagina and began to piston it in and out.  We saw more flexing of the leg muscles.  Soon she reached a shattering climax and her body became limp.

At Charlie’s direction I led Stephanie back to her pod by her genital leash and Charlie locked her back in with one arm left free and closed and locked the clear plastic dome over her nakedness.

“I don’t know about you Bill, but I am starting to feel horny with the show we just watched.  How about you and I pick out two slave girls from the gym to give us a quick blow job before we go to lunch?”

“Sounds good to me Charlie!”  I had a very satisfying release into some pretty girl’s mouth that I would probably never see again.  Charlie did the same.  Then he took us to the sumptuous executive dining room on the fourth floor where we started with a fine bottle of Merlot followed by tender porterhouse steaks, and a delicious salad. 

Over lunch Charlie explained one other aspect of the program.  Because Stephanie was going to be a “professional slave” there was another final step to her training.  Up until now most training for her had focused on developing her instant and unquestioning obedience to orders.  For her to act as a professional in her field, which was accounting, she needed to be able to be assertive in giving input to her superiors when they would want her input.  This would typically be when discussion turned to subjects where her professional knowledge or abilities could make a contribution to her superiors.  In such situations abject servility would not be appropriate.  But before asserting herself professionally, she would have to always remember to say “Permission to speak freely, Sir!” like any well-trained soldier, and wait for an affirmative response. 

Charlie stated that his firm used role-playing groups to teach slaves appropriate slave behavior in professional situations.  Slaves needed to learn when to be assertive, how to be assertive, and when to slip back into slave like behavior, at the slightest word or gesture from a superior.

As we lingered over our crème brulee deserts and coffee, I expressed my appreciation to Charlie for the splendid tour he had given me.  He in turn advised me that Stephanie would very soon be turned over to the control of their client.

(To be continued)

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