In the name of science

Victoria is communication VP...she is 24 and incredibly hot...perfect even. She has a charmed life, she’s not a super bitch but she’s not very warm either. She’s about control, and having her perfect life.

She has been a little worried about aging and found a small research company looking for paying volunteers. She has noticed some effect and would say she looks early 20’s. The labs then contact her to offer a surgery to make her age slower. She agrees.

She talk to Dr Vance before hand and learns about procedure which apparently involves neurosurgery. This is scary but he is very persuasive. She is kept under observations for a week before being returned home.

She has to come back in a month. She doesn’t notice any difference but was expected that.

She is in with dr vance. He tells her not to move and she can’t, she panics but doesn’t. He then explains that while the implant is active any command she is given is carried out by her ego while her superego is still aware. He gives exposition about the technology and also his motivations which is to find a cure for himself.

He also has a weird perversion to do with flawless woman and humiliation.

He examines her in great detail and every last inch of her is perfect. He tells her to masterbate. It is very mechanical and she does not enjoy it. He then realises he needs a different command. ‘Play with yourself just the way you like and arouse yourself as much as possible’ this command her ego understands and obeys while her conscious mind looks on in horror.

He then asks her who the person is she’d least like to sleep with in the world. The answer is Mr Hobbs, her best friend's father who she’s known since she was a girl. Although not harmful, he was fat, old, not attractive, unstylish and used to eye **** her in an unsubtle way. He registers her level of disgust on the computer and smiles.

He gives her an open command to see how the ego will interpret it. “You will find a reason to visit Mr Hobbs this weekend and 1) Find an acceptable reason to show off as much skin as possible without being naked 2) Make it non-verbally clear you enjoy him looking 3) Friendly level of flirting. This will last two hours.

She does it, uses swimming pool excuse. He tries to leave her to it but she asks him to come out.

On the way back my mind was dizzy. Suddenly I wasn’t in control anymore...yet my brain was still functioning, still talking internally but the bit of me that supervised, the bit of me that reflected on what I was doing suddenly had no power to do anything! I could hear my ego louder with each second trying to carrying out this terrible set of commands.

Hmmm...how can I show off my body in a casual way?

No! No! Stop...you don’t want to even think like this!

I mean...what's the definition of naked? I could wear a really skimpy dress...no...seems like to much skin….what if the dress was see through?....still seems like to much clothing…

I looked on in horror as my mind traitorously carried on its train of thought.

What about tiny exercise shorts and sports bra….pretty good….lots of skin on display...good...but can i do any better...the command was as much skin as possible...got it! A bikini!

Christ! I knew exactly which one I/she meant. I’d worn it on holiday with an ex-boyfriend and I’d got it specifically so he’d be thinking about sex the entire time! The top was mainly string except for two triangles of white material to cover some (but not all) of my breasts. The matching bottoms were similar...just a thin panel of material to cover up my little pussy and just wide enough at the back so my bottom wasn’t totally bare.

Hmm...should I wear the matching heels though? On the one hand technically I’m less naked...but on the other hand I need to show off my body to full effect and heels make my long toned legs look even better…

This was a nightmare! I only wore heels because men like them! I’d never wear them if I could get away with it though sadly it was part of my image.

No...no heels...yes..that's the right choice.

Eventually I got home and once I’d planned everything it seemed my ego fell back into place. Suddenly I was reacting the way I used to...like everything was normal...for the rest of the week I went to work and spoke to colleagues and did reports and it was easy to forget my impending horror on Saturday!