An unintended outcome

Yumi still wasn't sure what happened, or when.

She was in her second study-abroad year at an American university. English had never been her favorite subject but she'd always been able to get by in conversation. But lately her coursework had begun to test the limits of her English, and she simply didn't have the time to balance work and studies with her social life and a comprehensive study of intermediate English.

The sleep study tapes seemed to be the perfect solution. She found a whole library of brain-training audio files and began to listen to them every night. And it worked! Her English improved steadily for weeks. Even more after she realized she could play the audio at three or even four times normal speed and still benefit, even when it played too fast to make any sense. It worked so well that she began to expand her brain training to other areas of life. Confidence, mood, philosophy, current events...

But going through so many files made for a really tedious nightly routine of downloading everything she wanted to listen to and creating a playlist to last the entire night. She eventually wrote a computer program to scour the Internet for any sort of brain training she could find and automatically load it into her MP3 player while she slept.

It must have wandered into some dark corner of the Web at some point and found some very specific sort of subliminal brain training material.

After being absent from classes for three days, and not answering any messages, a friend went to find her.

She was kneeling in the middle of her apartment wearing a collar and a leash and not much else. Her huge breasts presented beautifully as her friend discovered her. Wireless earbuds hidden under her hair continued to stream hypnotic noise into her defenseless brain, removing any concept of independence or resistance from her memory.

She pouted up at her friend, struggling to think through the **** on her mind, already hundreds of hours deep into a comprehensive brainwashing and ****-training program someone probably made as a joke.

"Oh, thank God you found me." she said softly. "Please... I'll be a good girl. Can't think... Will you... are you my Master? I need help... I will obey."