The Indoctrination
This story is written by Michael, please send comments and appreciation to
James
“I think he’s waking up”, said a woman’s voice I was not familiar with. “It’s
about time, sleepy boy”, replied another female voice. Then another chimed in
“He’s in for the surprise of his life.” Then another woman’s voice followed,
“That’s for sure!” There was the sound of soft laughter and giggling, like
school girls exchanging gossip about their boyfriends. Waking up? Where was I,
and who were these women I could hear talking about me? Surprise? What surprise?
My vision was blurred, and my head was aching from some kind of weird hangover.
I couldn’t remember anything. Where had I been the night before? What was going
on? I was totally confused, and although reluctant to admit it, scared. I tried
to move my arms and legs, but I seemed to be restrained. I desperately tried to
struggle against whatever was holding me down, but my efforts were futile. Now I
was really scared. Am I waking up from surgery? Was I in an accident? A million
thoughts were racing through my head. “Aw, poor baby. He looks so frightened”,
one of them said. “Good, I like them like that” replied another. Then they
started laughing again. I tried to speak, to ask where I was, but couldn’t seem
to utter a sound, like my voice was paralyzed. Have I had a stroke or something?
Now I was terrified.
Within a few minutes, my vision started clearing up, and I could see a white
ceiling with light fixtures typical of some kind of laboratory medical building.
I could move my head just enough to see that I was naked and bound spread-eagle
to some type of table. I could see 4 women , 3 wearing hospital scrubs and one
in business attire with a lab coat, holding a clipboard. I could see a camera on
a tripod positioned at the foot of the table I was strapped to, apparently
recording everything on video. The woman in the lab coat approached, and stood
hovering over me for a moment. She was an attractive brunette in her late 30’s
wearing glasses with her hair tied back in a pony tail. Then she leaned on the
table and brought her face a few inches from mine, and said, “Well, what have we
here? What’s the matter, all tied up with no place to go?” This amused the other
women, who once again were quietly laughing in the background. “Don’t bother
trying to speak”, she continued. “The medication is designed to render you
incapable of speech. It’s for your own good, until you learn the proper
etiquette.” She then said, “I suppose you’re wondering what’s happening to you.”
This was an understatement, to say the least. By this time, I had given up the
idea of struggling against the restraints, realizing I was completely helpless.
All I knew was that I was at the mercy of these mysterious women, and that they
were taking great pleasure in the power they had over me.
She then continued by saying, “You’ve undoubtedly noticed the changes which have
taken place in society over the past few years.” She was obviously referring to
the acceleration of female empowerment, which had recently gone into overdrive.
It had originally started as the Feminist Movement way back in the late 20th
century. Gradually, women gained power and influence. Then they reached the
point where they were advancing beyond men in education, earning degrees at a
higher ratio year after year. Eventually, the only qualified candidates for
positions of leadership were female, changing the pecking order in every area of
life. After the first female President was elected, it became clear that most of
the problems which plagued us were caused by leadership hindered by the male
ego. A female supremacist society had evolved, and the male population was
outraged, as it happened very rapidly once the movement gained momentum. It was
a brave new world, and the majority of us were not comfortable with the idea of
women being in charge of everything. “If you’ve been watching the news, you
probably know about the male re-education bill proposed in Congress”, she said.
This was a controversial piece of legislation which would require the male
population to undergo psychological conditioning and training in order to
function peacefully in a female dominated society. There was concern of violent
resistance by men who were unwilling to answer to female authority. “Well, I
have good news, the bill passed unanimously yesterday”, she continued. “You have
been brought here to be re-educated. This is a mandatory program for all males.”
Re-education? What did that mean? As if she could read my mind, she explained it
by saying, “We have developed a specialized program which includes psychological
therapy, operant conditioning, and hypnosis. You will be trained to accept women
as your superiors. You will endure an extensive obedience training program. Once
the program is completed, there will be an ongoing maintenance program to
reinforce your corrected attitude and behavior patterns. I suppose in layman’s
terms it could be considered “brainwashing”, but our program is much more
invasive and permanent.”
I felt like I was in some kind of science fiction movie, but this was really
happening! She then turned to the other women and said, “get him ready for phase
one.” A blonde in her early 20’s approached with a syringe and injected me with
something. Another one of the women in surgical scrubs, a young brunette with
shoulder length hair, began attaching EKG leads to my chest. There was no hair
on my chest or body. They must have shaved me while I was unconscious. The other
one, another blonde, was attaching something to my penis and scrotum. It was a
chastity device! The horror on my face must have been obvious, as she looked at
me and said, with a laugh, “This is to make sure you’re a good boy from now on.”
In spite of my terror, I had a throbbing erection for some reason, and the
pressure of the chastity device was very confining. The first woman then
explained, “in a couple of hours, your ability to speak will return. It is very
important that you follow the rules of etiquette, or you will be punished. We do
not want to punish you, but if you are disobedient or disrespectful, we will
have no choice. “Her tone was very serious. Then, suddenly, every muscle in by
body tensed as an electric shock shot through me from head to toe. I
instinctively let out a silent scream, as my vocal chords were still paralyzed
by the drug they had given me. “If you don’t want to experience that again, you
will cooperate with us. You will not be warned again.” I would do or say
anything to avoid it. They had me right where they wanted me, helpless and
submissive. She then began explaining the rules of etiquette. I was never to
speak without permission. I was to address all women as “Mistress” at all times.
I was never to make direct eye contact with a woman. Unconditional obedience was
mandatory at all times. She then smiled and said, “If you’re a really good boy,
your training will only take a couple of months.” This was only the beginning of
the first day, and they had already stripped me of any will to resist. How far
did they intend to go?
This story is written by Michael, please send comments and appreciation to
James