Your Own Trigger

Helen looked at the syringe in Katherine’s hand. It oozed a bubbling green liquid that made the hairs on the back of her neck crawl. She struggled against the thick rubber restraints keeping her arms and legs in place and said, “I’m scared, my love.”
“Don’t be,” Katherine cooed. “We’ve been through this a million times already. It’s perfectly safe, and it’s exactly what you need.”
“What if I get stuck in the fantasy world? I mean, it’s happened before, hasn’t it?”
“Once in a million cases, and only because the person in charge of the experience didn’t really know what she was doing. You don’t have to worry about that, here.”
“But…”
“Shh, relax… You’re in good hands, isn’t that right, Tammy?”
“The best in the business, Katherine,” a nerdy tech girl replied, eyes glued on an array of multicolored screens. “Everything is ready on my end.”
The three women sat in a large square room on the seventh floor of Dynamo Industries, the not so obvious name for the world’s greatest provider of “alternative mindscapes”. They specialized in memory implantations, vivid dream fantasies, and short-term out-of-body experiences by simply lacing the body with a powerful, yet safe hallucinogenic and then stimulating the central nervous system to heighten the sensations through a series of pre-recorded routines. While the basic set of instructions was always the same, each person’s brain interpreted them a little differently, creating countless variations according to their own expectations and life experiences.
Katherine had been a part of this project since its inception and had guided hundreds of people to their innermost desires. For the first time, though, she was doing it to a loved one. Her girlfriend was too uptight. A bit of relaxation would only do her good.
“Everything will be fine. Trust me,” she reassured her, planting a kiss on the trembling woman’s forehead. “Clear your thoughts for me and let’s begin.”
Helen nodded as the contents of the syringe were flushed into her bloodstream. As she felt the powerful liquid travel through her body, a transparent helmet descended from the metallic ceiling and latched on to her head, enveloping her in blinding light. Helen closed her eyes and sank into it, thoughts declining with each breath.
“Subject is stable. Initiating neural stimulation with Routine 31-C,” Tammy said.
“Scratch that,” Katherine retorted. “Go with 41-F, instead.”
“But Katherine, that’s not what she asked.”
“I know, but she’s my girlfriend and I know what she needs to be at ease. 41-F with two seconds interval of exposure for half an hour. I take full responsibility.”
“Okay,” Tammy shrugged and loaded the new program on the computer matrix. It transferred to the helmet’s chromatic signals and then onto Helen’s brain, slowly altering her perception of the world.
Katherine had once described the process as going through a long tunnel in America and emerging in Europe. Not the most perfect of analogies, but it worked. Helen plunged inside it and fell on the other end of the spectrum, a completely different person.
At the end of her mental transformation – or perhaps it was only the beginning! – stood a half-open wardrobe with a single rubber maid dress hanging inside. It called to her in her lover’s spellbinding tones, a melody too beautiful to be ignored.
“This is what you need, freedom without thoughts. Put it on and embrace your new role. It is yours for as long as the solace of not being in charge is required. Take it off in your mind’s eye for when you want to be yourself again, as simple as that. You are your own trigger. I’ll be your guide every step of the way.”
Helen’s hand touched the shiny fabric, tingling from visible excitement. A promise had been made, and she no longer doubted it would be kept.
When she opened her eyes exactly half an hour later, she was still her, but also the maid and the slave. Always relaxed. Always obedient. Always smiling.
“I told you it would be wonderful, didn’t I?” Katherine asked.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Mistress,” Helen replied.
“That’s okay. Are you ready to go home and have some real fun now?”
“Only if there’s an actual outfit in the wardrobe waiting for me…”
“I have a dozen, don’t worry.”
The two women left the premises holding hands while Tammy smiled. “Nothing says I love you better than a good old mindfuck,” she thought. Resetting the matrix, she waited for the next customer of the day.

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