SissyTec, part 24
Author: Missy_Crystal , Jul/8/2004 01:28:12 [-04]
Why do I care whether Stephie has teeth or not? I don’t. All I care about is having her model the DentaGag. I assumed that you wouldn’t want her permanently gagged and when the tray comes out, so do her teeth. I was just explaining the practical reasons for making her toothless, so you would let me do it.
Hang on for a minute, that’s my cell phone. Hello Karl. No, I don’t know if we will have another group of sissies for you to experiment on tomorrow. Yes, I understand. I do, I really do. Your mind control research is important to me too. Karl, you need to talk to my secretary Diana. She’s in charge of scheduling. If you told her to get you more sissies, I’m sure she did. Now calm down. Please, Karl, speak English. I can’t understand you when you carry on in Russian. Karl, Karl. Listen to me. It’s not like we can call up an agency and have them send over a bunch of sissies. We have to take what we can get. Okay, you don’t have to shout. I get the point. No, Karl, no, no, no, nyet. I can’t kidnap people off the street for you. We’re a legitimate business, not the KGB. What? Oh, right. Sure, you never worked for the KGB. Uh huh. Moscow University. Right. Listen, Karl. I really have to go. I will see you at work in the morning.
What? Oh, that. No, Mom. We’re are not doing government work. Honest. No, that’s the truth. Well, yes, of course; but lying to you about losing my virginity doesn’t count. No thirteen year old girl tells her mother that she seduced her math teacher. Okay, I was a little slut; but I’d rather have him fuc-k me than flunk me. Besides, if I told you, you would have done something stupid, like have him arrested for statutory rape. Then I wouldn’t have been able to blackmail him for the rest of the year. Not only did I get an A, but he paid me quite a bit of money to shut me up about the couple of minutes he had his little weenie in me. It was the first of many good business decisions that have gotten me where I am today. No, Mom, just because I got good grades doesn’t mean I had sex with all my teachers. Sure, a blow job here, a hand job there and that dyke high school gym teacher who liked her sweaty pussy licked. Sorry, you’re the one who started this conversation.
So who’s Karl? Dr. Karl Dropovitch is a brilliant Russian psychologist who I hired to head up our SDI project. C’mon Penny, you remember. At lest at SissyTec, SDI stands for Sissy Development Initiative. New ways to train and manage sissies using high tech. Karl was the director of the KGB’s program to get information from Western agents using mind control. Of course, he denies it. When the Cold War ended, the government closed down the research and wanted to get rid of the evidence, including Karl. He escaped and came here pretending to be a college professor. I doubt he is legal, but then what SissyTec does isn’t exactly legal either. So you see, the Feds are the last people I would want around.
Well, yes, Penny, what Karl is working on is sort of like hypnosis, but that has never been a reliable way to control behavior. Hypnotic commands aren’t permanent and can be affected by basic emotions. Mom, remember when you went to that hypnotist to try to stop smoking. You quit for a while, but you were nervous and irritable and eventually you started again. What Karl has been working on solves those problems. After years of research, luckily, most of it paid for by the Russian government, he has found a way to use a combination of drugs and electrical stimulation of the brain to reprogram a person’s mind. Instead of weeks of discipline and training, we can create perfect sissies in an hour. Unfortunately, there still is a problem. That is why Karl is so anxious to continue his experiments. The treatment creates sissy robots, like the Stepford Wives, and where’s the satisfaction in that?
For example, remember the DiaperWiper I showed you earlier. Oh, right. You weren’t here then, Penny. Well its an automated device that collects the contents of a sissy baby’s diaper and prepares it to feed to her. Yes, I know, you wouldn’t ever do that to your precious little Stephie. Good thing Mom feels that way too. Okay, okay. I promise, Sis. Girl Scout’s word of honor. Stephie doesn’t eat shit. But what if, just what if mind you, Stephie really liked poo pudding. What fun would it be to feed it to her? Get the idea? What Karl hasn’t worked out is how to create a subconscious compulsion to be a sissy with a conscious revulsion at what’s been done to them.
Oh my, look at the time. I have to get back to the office and make a telephone call. No, of course people aren’t still working at this hour. Not here anyway. I have to call the Far East. SissyTec is working with a very wealth group of Malaysian businessmen who have purchased their own island and are building a world class sex resort. Somehow they were able to have it declared an independent country, so nothing that goes on there is illegal. It will serve a very exclusive clientele and they want us to indulge their most bizarre sissy fantasies. I am really excited about developing the sissy area of the island, but Sissy Island is another story.