Psychic Control Script by MistE

Now, I�m going to paint a little mental landscape for you.

Allow your mind become blank.
Good.
Let your mind become a blank canvas and let me paint the picture, set the scene,
open the realm of memory, and put something in there for you to act out.
Imagine that if we could take the mind and alter the memory just a little bit, to
take a whole new memory and integrate it into the mind, affecting all surrounding
memories and all experiences.
If we could put just one memory that could belong and convince you that it did,
what effects could it have?
Like ripples on a pond, a stone thrown into the water, generating ripples across
the entirety of your psyche.
Envision that and imagine now if your mind has achieved that blissful blankness far
for us to go on, and then you may find that everything I describe plays out on the
stage of your mind, the same place that memories play out when you recall them, as
you listen now.
Envision this, a coffee shop, a table out in the sunshine, your favorite food in
front of you, something small and snack like at least, a drink near the hand.
Imagine yourself reaching out and taking a sip.
Imagine yourself looking around in that idle way that people have when they are
just enjoying the day.
Imagine the sunlight warm on your skin, gently touching you.
And imagine that you look around looking lightly at all the other people who are
seated around you.
Your eyes fall on someone seated across the way, falling on her, a figure, red
shoulder length hair, her own meal already finished and set aside, her chin
balanced on her palm.
She�s looking towards you, and you can see green eyes sparkling, dappled with a bit
of the sun
Mhhhm��.
Now�..
You may feel yourself drawn into those eyes, staring relaxing, wondering why she�s
staring back, then moment by moment your vision starts to cloud, you might wonder,
you might worry but you cloud and become just an isolated point of view looking
into pure blackness.
The caf� fades away although you�re dimly are aware of your seat and stay in it.
You stare in the real world and the world of memory, you find yourself thinking
back that happened before, you don�t remember when it happened, you don�t even
think it is possible but you remember experiencing it as vividly as if it were
happening right now, the vista of memory opens up, your mind opens up, and you
begin to remember a time some time ago when you were a child, perhaps ten, perhaps
a little older, out with your mother, holding her hand, being led slowly, led into
a change room at a department store, you can see everything, the racks of clothing
far behind, the room ahead of you , you can see the mirror inside, and of course
you�re young and you need a little bit of assistance and your mother comes in cause
she wants to see how everything fits.
And then you may notice what she is holding, she is holding a small pink dress and
a cute pair of underwear or two, and various other pieces of clothing.
You remember your mother asking you to take off your clothes so you can change.
You remember slipping a little silk dress up over your head, dropping it onto a
bench in the change room.
You remember you mother helping you off with your under wear, gently slipping on
the new pair, the feeling over your little legs as you put them on.
Standing there, sliding the dress over your head and looking in the mirror seeing
your smiling face, you like how the pretty pink dress looks on you.
You stare. Your mind remembers how much you liked to dress like that. Like the feel
of soft cotton underwear and a nice dress loved the feeling of you mother brushing
your hair out of your eyes and taking a good look at you, saying that it fits and
that you should change back out of it.
You remember the experience, and slowly that memory of you and that dress looking
at yourself, little girl in the mirror comes back, and then vanishes slowly.
You can still remember it.
You remember when that happened.
You were just ten and you don�t know why that memory popped to mind right now. But
then you look up and you see the woman across form you smiling a little more
broadly.
You realize, you may realize, that your legs will not move even if you try to
stand, you�re stuck seated and relaxing, but that�s okay because now her eyes are
looking into yours and oblivion is rising back up again.
Now, now you can see a different day, a different image rising in front of your
eyes remembered, and a new part of your memory that�s always been there.
You remember sitting in the bath, younger now than you were in the last memory,
being gently washed by warm hands, looking straight ahead, looking at your young
girl body.
Down, playing in the tub, bubbles all around, mind gentle, simple, and at ease.
You find yourself longing for those carefree days, as your mother reaches down and
gently washes you, runs soap over you and suds and helps you to relax in the tub
warm, and then gently lifts you out setting you down, standing on the mat outside
the tub.
She pulls the plug then takes a gentle soft fluffy towel and runs it over your body
drying you.
You can feel your body your little girl�s body being dried off.
As that occurs, your memory of that warm safe place, steamy warm bathroom fades
away.
Your mother�s hands on a soft towel are the last thing you remember.
Even as you snap back to the present, you�re feeling more relaxed now. You can�t
feel anything below your waist.
You�re sitting there. You take another sip of your drink to make it look like
you�re doing something.
You notice the redhead still staring at you, her smile more pronounced.
She winks, and you smile .
You remember a time when you were a little girl, time in the bath and then time in
the change room.
You remember, and as you remember, you smile at her but don�t know why.
What does she have to do with this?
Slowly you feel yourself sling back into that memory land as she looks you in the
eye, stares you down, her grin becoming more pronounced.
Then you fade into a land of memory again, and you remember something so early that
you simply have no idea how you can remember it at all.
Your lips are against the nipple suckling .
You can feel something warm and delicious flowing into your mouth.
You drink, you enjoy.
And as you drink, it just becomes more and more relaxing to drink.
You�re so warm, you�re so pleased.
It�s a good feeling and the longer you drink, the longer you drink from that
nipple, the more relaxed you become, slowly the more aware you become of your
situation, you�re so tiny you can feel your arms and legs flailing a little, it
feels good.
You grab on and your eyes are closed.
You feel a warm body.
Your mind supplies that this is your mother once again.
This is mom. You are being very gently, gently persuaded if you suckle, to think of
mom, to bond with mom.
You love your mother, she is always there to look after you, and as you lay there
in her arms, a little girl, you remember yourself drinking copiously, until you�re
full, and then you start to feel so sleepy and relaxed, and your mind�s eye, as you
imagine that memory, which is a memory you�ve always had that fills part of your
memory, you close your eyes, and in the real world you close your eyes.
You keep looking at your mind�s eye as you suckle that nipple, and when you�re full
you stop suckling and fall back, hear your mother�s gentle cooing voice as it
imprints in your memory.
Remember how in the change room, and in the bath, and now when you are being fed as
an infant.
You always loved and trusted that warm maternal figure.
You were always safe, and happy, and doing whatever she told you to do.
You hear, slowly, completely, your own voice raised to the gentle cooing, and then
your eyes open in the real world, the three memories are things you can see in your
mind from when you were a little girl, and as you look you realize, you realized
why you smiled when you saw the female figure who was looking in your eyes.
You realize, oh, there�s mom, I wondered where she was.
You see the redheaded figure get up, walk over, hold out her hand and say,
�Come on sweetie, it is time to go home.�
And your hand might rise in your mind�s eye gently taking hold of hers.
Of course you�ve got a whole lifetime�s worth of memories being a good little girl
going with your mom.
You�re not that old though, of course you�re only 14 so of course you can remember
all of this, and of course you will follow mom home, maybe she�ll come up and let
you come up and have your hair braided for school tomorrow.
See?
Very pleasant, very relaxing.
As you follow her she occasionally looks down into your eyes and winks, and when
she does, you occasionally find that one of your memories is faded away, and been
replaced by another memory that you�ve always had, of being a little girl, of
learning to ride a bike, of what clothes are your favorite, all the experiences
that make up your experiences, an you are eager to go home and do whatever mommy
says, after all, it is important that you be an obedient daughter.
You pay attention as she picks up the phone as she makes a call.
You walk along side her as she walks down the block to your house.
You can see, and then she walks in and you notice that there are a bunch of people
seated around a table.
She comes down on one knee so her eyes are at level with yours.
You realize you are walking on your knees and wonder why that is.
You�ve always been a tiny good girl like you are right now.
Oh well, not important.
She looks into your eyes and you feel yours glaze over.
Suddenly you realize the woman you walked over with isn�t your mommy after all.
You realize it�s always been just your daddy, and your hand is handed over to one
of the men at the table.
Oh, there�s daddy, see?
Simple and easy.
That strange woman who walked here with you is being congratulated by five of the
other people.
That�s not important, time to walk home with your daddy.
He takes your hand, winks at you, and suddenly you feel a wave of desire to be a
good girl and do whatever he wants.
You follow him out to the car, get in your seat and buckle up.
You notice there is a dress in a bag on the seat beside you and you smile.
Time to go home.
Now count of three awaken and you might just find some of those memories remain in
your mind.
You might have isolated flashes of being a good girl with a person you would most
want to be your mommy or daddy as the person in the memories.
Eventually with enough practice you may even take on the memories of the fourteen
year old of whom we�ve just painted a mental picture.
You might also be drawn to roadside caf�s, who knows?
Count of three wide awake, ready and cheerful
One, slowly
Two, good girl
Three, wide awake
Muah!
XOXOXO