The System of Dr. Fether’s Mental Suggestion through Epidermal Stimulation (F/FFM) (Completed)
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 3:33 am
(Hi, im gonna try a slightly new style of narration for this story, hopefully it'll work. This is loosely based on a roleplay I had ages ago and a story by a certain famous horror writer, enjoy!)
The System of Dr. Fether’s Mental Suggestion through Epidermal Stimulation
By Dr. Isabelle Fether
Through this study I attempt that by adding Professor Tarr’s soothing restrains and my advancements epidermal stimulation (particularly those of the glabrous skin), I will be able to condition the mind to make the patient believe anything I wish them to believe. The experiment will take place at our remote abandoned site in the hills, so as not to disturb any other patients. The subjects selected for the first stage of the experiment are the following:
Kelly Williams
Age. - 45
Height. - 5’10’’
Foot size. - 13 US
Recently divorced, mother of two college students, frustrated at her work and according to her social media accounts her life has “spiraled out of control.”
Sarah Williams
Age. - 19
Height. - 5’09’’
Foot size. - 11 US
Freshman in college, former captain of the volleyball team, after her parent’s divorce, her hotheaded attitude caused her to lose her place on the team after loosing the championship for them when she tripped on her own feet.
Kevin Williams
Age. - 20
Height. - 6’01’’
Foot size. - 11 US
College dropout, after his parent’s divorce, he became apathic, causing him to get fired from his part time job and were the main subject for a heated argument with his girlfriend on social media that could jeopardize their relationship.
All subjects are highly dissatisfied with the way their recent life developments, through this therapy I intent to cure their dissatisfaction and induce a more positive view on their lives. In order to ensure the experiment is a success, I need the subjects to enter involuntarily, so I forged a letter from her company’s CEOs, stating she needed to attend a mandatory retreat at the beach where she would be provided a house by the beach where her children and two guests could join her. The experiment site is located on the way to the beach house, so I have monitored the minivan’s location and shot a pellet with a bb long range rifle at her tires, causing her to stop close to the site.
The following is a transcript of the subjects entering the experiment. Kelly was wearing white blouse, skirt and flipflops, Sarah was wearing a teal t-shirt, shorts and sandals and Kevin was wearing jeans, a grey t-shirt and sneakers:
Kelly: “Hello, is anyone here?”
Me: “Hi, welcome to the Ishfet Reformatory, how may I help you?”
Kelly: “Hi. Could I use your phone, please? Our car has a flat tire, and we can’t get a signal on our phones.”
Me: “Certainly, let me take you to it”
I lead her to the left corridor.
Me: “I bet you two are thirsty, while you wait for your mom to make her call, why don’t you take a soda from the vending machine? It’s free”
Kevin and Sarah shrugged their shoulders and walked towards the right wing, Kelly was brought to Pad Room W-6. With all three subjects inside the facility, the experiment could begin: phase one was to secure all three subjects and verify the sensitivity of the glabrous skin on their feet
Kelly: “Hey! There isn’t any phone in here, what are ymmprh!!!”
I covered her mouth and quickly proceeded to subdue the first subject. She put up a significant amount of resistance but was ultimately able to put a #6 ball gag in her mouth and pinned her to the ground.
Kelly: “GRRMMMMPH!!!”
Her struggling intensified when her skirt was removed, but I managed to put her into a Professor Tarr’s Soothing Straitjacket ™ and locked her ankles on a Professor Tarr’s Sturdy Stocks ™
I proceeded to removing her flipflops, her toes curled and tried to hold on to them, but her feet were eventually exposed. With the stroke of my therapeutic ostrich feather, I tested the sensitivity of her soles. The results exceeded my expectations: her feet immediately twitched at the touch of the feather, and her angered expression had turned to one of shock. Even with the gag on, her screams of laughter no doubt had alerted her children.
From the security cam feed:
Kevin and Sarah paced nervously around the vending machine. Sarah with her arms crossed while her brother sipping a can of soda.
Sarah: ‘This place gives me the creeps. Do you thin-“
Kevin: “Shhh… did you hear that?”
Kelly’s muffled screams of laughter could be faintly heard on the east wing
Kevin: “I’m gonna check it out”
Sarah: “Kevin!”
Kevin darted out of the east wing and soon found his way into the room where his mother was captive, I hid behind the door and as soon as he barged in held his arms and proceeded to subdue him in the same fashion as my first subject.
Kevin: “M-mom!? Are you ok?”
I jumped on him, grabbed his arms and covered his mouth.
Me: “She will be, once the whole family is brought together for therapy”
Despite the challenge (might consider bringing orderlies in the future), I was able to get the upper hand on him. Perhaps it was the sight of his own mother that sent him into shock: sitting on the padded ground, wearing a straight jacket and a ball gag shoved in her mouth, her ankles locked in wooden stocks and her once yellowish soles now bright red due to the tickling test they had received. Ultimately, I manage to put him in a straitjacket.
Kevin: “Please let us go”
Me: “Not yet, first I need you to call your sister over”
I kneeled next to Kelly’s exposed soles and dangled my fingernails inches away from her soles.
Me: “…and I trust you will comply”
Kevin gulped, looked at his mother: tired and pleading. The effects of the initial test run had been successful, and I was positive they will be successful on my other two test subjects as well.
Kevin: “Sis, could you come over here? I need your help.”
I hid behind the opened door and waited. I could hear her sandals hitting the concrete floor, first slow then faster as she approaches the room, no doubt after seeing her mother and brother sitting on the floor with straightjackets.
Sarah: “Wha- HEY!”
I wasted no time pinning her on the ground and restraining her like her bother and mother.
Kevin: “I’m sorry sis”
Sarah: “You dumb asshole! You could have warned me about this crazy bitch before I walked right into her…”
Kelly: “Shmm uph bmp phh ymph!”
Even their mother was entering their heated argument despite being gagged, their animosity towards each other will prove to be useful.
Me: “Now that the family is reunited, we can begin out therapy sessions”
I shoved a ball gag #5 on Kevin and a #4 on Sarah, though it did stop their bickering, they would still shoot dirty looks at each other.
Me: “I understand you all have been very unhappy with the way your life has been going currently.”
I took of Sarah’s sandals. Despite their gags, their arguing intensified.
Me: “It also appears you don’t like each other very much, but by the time this is over you will all rejoice in laughter.”
I then took off Kevin’s sneakers and peeled off his socks.
Me: “Who wants to go first?”
All three subjects looked at each other nervously. Kevin scrunched his toes as he felt his sister’s glare.
Sarah: “Gmmph hmm frmst”
Kevin’s eyes grew wide as he stared at his sister in shock.
Me: “Sounds good to me”
Kevin looked at me, shaking his head and pleading with his eyes not to do what in his head he already feared would happen. The fuzzy edges of my feather danced around his soft, large soles. Moving from his heels, up through his arches and to the space between his toes.
My initial assessment was accurate: he was as ticklish as his mother, and it didn’t take long to send him into hysterical laughter.
Me: “I see you are having fun. Who do you think should join in the fun?”
Between the ball gag and the involuntary laughter, Kevin struggled to get a word out.
Kevin: “Mm smsmprh!! Gmg hrm!”
Sarah: “Wmhmp!?”
Sarah shook her head, desperately trying to convince me to keep my fingernails away from her soft soles.
Me: “I wonder if you feel sorry you volunteered your brother to go first”
Sarah froze, for a split second, staring in horror like a deer to a headlight. And once the feather touched her skin, her reaction was the anticipated uncontrollable laughter. But more interesting was to observe the reaction of her brother, who despite the gag, smiled smugly as he saw her sister’s feet being tortured.
Me: “Well now, I should go back to your mom...?”
Kelly eyes widen, as she gazed back and forth at her to children, recovering their breath.
Me: “…or perhaps I should continue tickling both of you at the same time.”
I switched to a pair of emu feathers, with each feather on hand, I tickled both pairs of feet, sending them back into hysterics. Kelly gulped and tried to yell as best as she could through her gag.
Kelly: “Tmklm Mm!”
Me: “Nice try, but you don’t get to choose”
I flick her nose, to aggravate her even further.
Me: “You’ll get tickled by the unanimous vote of your children”
My objective was to bring out the hidden resentment they both had towards their mother, but after minutes of them desperately trying to pull away their feet from the stocks, I could not get them to agree.
Kevin: “Tmklm Hrmph”
Sarah: “Dmnmph”
Me: “Hmmm… perhaps Sarah is enjoying it”
A desired outcome, much early than anticipated, yet it wasn’t enough, she shook her head wildly, and after nearly 10 minutes of continuously stimulating their soft feet with the thin, fuzzy rims of my feathers, their faces turned red and tears streamed down their cheeks, so I stop.
Me: “Are you ready to let your mother join in the fun?”
Slowly they both nodded while catching their breath. A quick observation showed me they were both appeared light-headed from the tickling, which was a good sign. Kelly braced herself: since I had already tested tickling her with the ostrich feather, I used both emu feathers on each of her feet, and they proved to be super effective. I was however surprised to hear a slight moan in between her laughter. In order to verify that this was not a fluke, I tickled my other too subjects as well. The three voices melded into a cacophony of laughter. An occasional moan or two can be heard, but no other reaction indicates the subject are enjoying the treatment. After seven minutes, it is time to question the subjects on how they feel about the treatment, so I stop the tickling and ungag them.
Me: “How are you feeling”
Kevin: “Why are you doing this to us?”
Me: “You are here because you are dissatisfied with your lives. You have overwhelming feelings of anger and self-doub,t towards yourselves and towards others, that prevent you from enjoying your life”
Sarah: “Is this a joke? First mom’s decied to leave dad, then they kick me out of the team, and now some crazy woman is basically kidnaping us and…”
Kelly: “We are fine! I don’t know what you are trying to do with us getting tickled, but we don’t need this, so why don’t you just let us go and we’ll be on our way.”
Me: “I intend to break your negative thoughts and replace them with a more… positive suggestion. Denial is a natural state, so now that we have proven the sensitivity of your glabrous skin, it’s time we take this therapy to the next stage.”
The subjects’ inquiries became irrelevant, so I proceeded to use the chloroform solution K0 to render them unconscious so that preparations for phase two could begin.
(To Be Continued...)
The System of Dr. Fether’s Mental Suggestion through Epidermal Stimulation
By Dr. Isabelle Fether
Through this study I attempt that by adding Professor Tarr’s soothing restrains and my advancements epidermal stimulation (particularly those of the glabrous skin), I will be able to condition the mind to make the patient believe anything I wish them to believe. The experiment will take place at our remote abandoned site in the hills, so as not to disturb any other patients. The subjects selected for the first stage of the experiment are the following:
Kelly Williams
Age. - 45
Height. - 5’10’’
Foot size. - 13 US
Recently divorced, mother of two college students, frustrated at her work and according to her social media accounts her life has “spiraled out of control.”
Sarah Williams
Age. - 19
Height. - 5’09’’
Foot size. - 11 US
Freshman in college, former captain of the volleyball team, after her parent’s divorce, her hotheaded attitude caused her to lose her place on the team after loosing the championship for them when she tripped on her own feet.
Kevin Williams
Age. - 20
Height. - 6’01’’
Foot size. - 11 US
College dropout, after his parent’s divorce, he became apathic, causing him to get fired from his part time job and were the main subject for a heated argument with his girlfriend on social media that could jeopardize their relationship.
All subjects are highly dissatisfied with the way their recent life developments, through this therapy I intent to cure their dissatisfaction and induce a more positive view on their lives. In order to ensure the experiment is a success, I need the subjects to enter involuntarily, so I forged a letter from her company’s CEOs, stating she needed to attend a mandatory retreat at the beach where she would be provided a house by the beach where her children and two guests could join her. The experiment site is located on the way to the beach house, so I have monitored the minivan’s location and shot a pellet with a bb long range rifle at her tires, causing her to stop close to the site.
The following is a transcript of the subjects entering the experiment. Kelly was wearing white blouse, skirt and flipflops, Sarah was wearing a teal t-shirt, shorts and sandals and Kevin was wearing jeans, a grey t-shirt and sneakers:
Kelly: “Hello, is anyone here?”
Me: “Hi, welcome to the Ishfet Reformatory, how may I help you?”
Kelly: “Hi. Could I use your phone, please? Our car has a flat tire, and we can’t get a signal on our phones.”
Me: “Certainly, let me take you to it”
I lead her to the left corridor.
Me: “I bet you two are thirsty, while you wait for your mom to make her call, why don’t you take a soda from the vending machine? It’s free”
Kevin and Sarah shrugged their shoulders and walked towards the right wing, Kelly was brought to Pad Room W-6. With all three subjects inside the facility, the experiment could begin: phase one was to secure all three subjects and verify the sensitivity of the glabrous skin on their feet
Kelly: “Hey! There isn’t any phone in here, what are ymmprh!!!”
I covered her mouth and quickly proceeded to subdue the first subject. She put up a significant amount of resistance but was ultimately able to put a #6 ball gag in her mouth and pinned her to the ground.
Kelly: “GRRMMMMPH!!!”
Her struggling intensified when her skirt was removed, but I managed to put her into a Professor Tarr’s Soothing Straitjacket ™ and locked her ankles on a Professor Tarr’s Sturdy Stocks ™
I proceeded to removing her flipflops, her toes curled and tried to hold on to them, but her feet were eventually exposed. With the stroke of my therapeutic ostrich feather, I tested the sensitivity of her soles. The results exceeded my expectations: her feet immediately twitched at the touch of the feather, and her angered expression had turned to one of shock. Even with the gag on, her screams of laughter no doubt had alerted her children.
From the security cam feed:
Kevin and Sarah paced nervously around the vending machine. Sarah with her arms crossed while her brother sipping a can of soda.
Sarah: ‘This place gives me the creeps. Do you thin-“
Kevin: “Shhh… did you hear that?”
Kelly’s muffled screams of laughter could be faintly heard on the east wing
Kevin: “I’m gonna check it out”
Sarah: “Kevin!”
Kevin darted out of the east wing and soon found his way into the room where his mother was captive, I hid behind the door and as soon as he barged in held his arms and proceeded to subdue him in the same fashion as my first subject.
Kevin: “M-mom!? Are you ok?”
I jumped on him, grabbed his arms and covered his mouth.
Me: “She will be, once the whole family is brought together for therapy”
Despite the challenge (might consider bringing orderlies in the future), I was able to get the upper hand on him. Perhaps it was the sight of his own mother that sent him into shock: sitting on the padded ground, wearing a straight jacket and a ball gag shoved in her mouth, her ankles locked in wooden stocks and her once yellowish soles now bright red due to the tickling test they had received. Ultimately, I manage to put him in a straitjacket.
Kevin: “Please let us go”
Me: “Not yet, first I need you to call your sister over”
I kneeled next to Kelly’s exposed soles and dangled my fingernails inches away from her soles.
Me: “…and I trust you will comply”
Kevin gulped, looked at his mother: tired and pleading. The effects of the initial test run had been successful, and I was positive they will be successful on my other two test subjects as well.
Kevin: “Sis, could you come over here? I need your help.”
I hid behind the opened door and waited. I could hear her sandals hitting the concrete floor, first slow then faster as she approaches the room, no doubt after seeing her mother and brother sitting on the floor with straightjackets.
Sarah: “Wha- HEY!”
I wasted no time pinning her on the ground and restraining her like her bother and mother.
Kevin: “I’m sorry sis”
Sarah: “You dumb asshole! You could have warned me about this crazy bitch before I walked right into her…”
Kelly: “Shmm uph bmp phh ymph!”
Even their mother was entering their heated argument despite being gagged, their animosity towards each other will prove to be useful.
Me: “Now that the family is reunited, we can begin out therapy sessions”
I shoved a ball gag #5 on Kevin and a #4 on Sarah, though it did stop their bickering, they would still shoot dirty looks at each other.
Me: “I understand you all have been very unhappy with the way your life has been going currently.”
I took of Sarah’s sandals. Despite their gags, their arguing intensified.
Me: “It also appears you don’t like each other very much, but by the time this is over you will all rejoice in laughter.”
I then took off Kevin’s sneakers and peeled off his socks.
Me: “Who wants to go first?”
All three subjects looked at each other nervously. Kevin scrunched his toes as he felt his sister’s glare.
Sarah: “Gmmph hmm frmst”
Kevin’s eyes grew wide as he stared at his sister in shock.
Me: “Sounds good to me”
Kevin looked at me, shaking his head and pleading with his eyes not to do what in his head he already feared would happen. The fuzzy edges of my feather danced around his soft, large soles. Moving from his heels, up through his arches and to the space between his toes.
My initial assessment was accurate: he was as ticklish as his mother, and it didn’t take long to send him into hysterical laughter.
Me: “I see you are having fun. Who do you think should join in the fun?”
Between the ball gag and the involuntary laughter, Kevin struggled to get a word out.
Kevin: “Mm smsmprh!! Gmg hrm!”
Sarah: “Wmhmp!?”
Sarah shook her head, desperately trying to convince me to keep my fingernails away from her soft soles.
Me: “I wonder if you feel sorry you volunteered your brother to go first”
Sarah froze, for a split second, staring in horror like a deer to a headlight. And once the feather touched her skin, her reaction was the anticipated uncontrollable laughter. But more interesting was to observe the reaction of her brother, who despite the gag, smiled smugly as he saw her sister’s feet being tortured.
Me: “Well now, I should go back to your mom...?”
Kelly eyes widen, as she gazed back and forth at her to children, recovering their breath.
Me: “…or perhaps I should continue tickling both of you at the same time.”
I switched to a pair of emu feathers, with each feather on hand, I tickled both pairs of feet, sending them back into hysterics. Kelly gulped and tried to yell as best as she could through her gag.
Kelly: “Tmklm Mm!”
Me: “Nice try, but you don’t get to choose”
I flick her nose, to aggravate her even further.
Me: “You’ll get tickled by the unanimous vote of your children”
My objective was to bring out the hidden resentment they both had towards their mother, but after minutes of them desperately trying to pull away their feet from the stocks, I could not get them to agree.
Kevin: “Tmklm Hrmph”
Sarah: “Dmnmph”
Me: “Hmmm… perhaps Sarah is enjoying it”
A desired outcome, much early than anticipated, yet it wasn’t enough, she shook her head wildly, and after nearly 10 minutes of continuously stimulating their soft feet with the thin, fuzzy rims of my feathers, their faces turned red and tears streamed down their cheeks, so I stop.
Me: “Are you ready to let your mother join in the fun?”
Slowly they both nodded while catching their breath. A quick observation showed me they were both appeared light-headed from the tickling, which was a good sign. Kelly braced herself: since I had already tested tickling her with the ostrich feather, I used both emu feathers on each of her feet, and they proved to be super effective. I was however surprised to hear a slight moan in between her laughter. In order to verify that this was not a fluke, I tickled my other too subjects as well. The three voices melded into a cacophony of laughter. An occasional moan or two can be heard, but no other reaction indicates the subject are enjoying the treatment. After seven minutes, it is time to question the subjects on how they feel about the treatment, so I stop the tickling and ungag them.
Me: “How are you feeling”
Kevin: “Why are you doing this to us?”
Me: “You are here because you are dissatisfied with your lives. You have overwhelming feelings of anger and self-doub,t towards yourselves and towards others, that prevent you from enjoying your life”
Sarah: “Is this a joke? First mom’s decied to leave dad, then they kick me out of the team, and now some crazy woman is basically kidnaping us and…”
Kelly: “We are fine! I don’t know what you are trying to do with us getting tickled, but we don’t need this, so why don’t you just let us go and we’ll be on our way.”
Me: “I intend to break your negative thoughts and replace them with a more… positive suggestion. Denial is a natural state, so now that we have proven the sensitivity of your glabrous skin, it’s time we take this therapy to the next stage.”
The subjects’ inquiries became irrelevant, so I proceeded to use the chloroform solution K0 to render them unconscious so that preparations for phase two could begin.
(To Be Continued...)