Sarah? Sarah? Who the F*$&@ is Sarah? A Chance of a Glance into Toyntanen's Brain!

I COULD have said 'a chance of a glance into toyntanen's creative process' - but I'm not that posy!  But I know what you're thinking.  What has a chocky bar got to do with the subject matter usually presented here?  I think that is what you're probably thinking - hmmm?  Am I right?  Well...wait and see! And it ain't the name, Sarah - pretty though it is!  I woke up this morning with this idea running through my head - well, it was actually a name really; 'DollyMother' (all one word - camel-text deliberate) and a slogan.  The latter had nothing to do with that name and was more a kind of spoonerism based on a well-known TV detergent advert jingle... It made me think:  Is semi-skimmed milk 'mild-cream dairy liquid'? (think - 'hands that do dishes...').  It also made me think of another old advertising jingle - and of a series of adverts in a medical-world journal I read... AND a couple of pics I viewed recently on a Tumblr 'Age Play' group (a source of much inspiration which led in this case to the descriptor 'fairy' being added to DollyMother, giving 'Fairy DollyMother')...  And it all started to come together...  So let's see where it leads...  Watch as step by step (or all in one go if I get bored) this innocuous everyday treat (can you HAVE an everyday treat?  Isn't one special and the other not?  Go argue it out with a semantics professor someplace!) morphs into something far darker, taking on a character and implications which...

A Domination, Submission and Discipline Role Playing Game... Whatever Will They Think Of Next?

Yep!  Your eyes deceive you not - a role play game built around an agenda I imagine you'll be familiar with. 

The game hails from SELECTACORP and to get a 'feel' for what that is all about the best thing is probably to spend a little time exploring the SELECTACORP Tumblr blog (click on the SELECTORCORP name -  just add / archive to the link to visit the archive; by far the best way to get a feel for a Tumblr blog I always think).

Now I have to admit I’ve been meaning to get around to flagging this up for simply ages, both here and on my Tumblr blog (and The Original Institute / Beyond The Barred Window website too, eventualy - though that my take a little longer coz I'm having problems, which I won't go into here).  

I have to say, a role playing game that so neatly fits within our shared genre is somewhat of an unexpected departure from the everyday and a highly imaginative and exciting inititive that deserves to succeed.  When its creator first informed me about it the game was in its version (1) infancy - it's now available in version 2 - which gives an idea how long I have been sitting on spreading the word.  Sorry about that!  You know how it is… writing… personal issues… doing artwork for Roger Benson... getting distracted by writing captions for stuff I find on Tumblr (yeah!  That's the REAL reason, I bet you're thinking)… blah, blah blah.  Anyway; the link is below or you can click on the pic top right; so don’t be afraid - try it!  Say Garth Toyntanen sent you.

Corporate Raider 2: Invasion of Operations now available for the low, low price of nothing.  It picks up as the heels of Coporate Raider 1 and offers more characters, a more open universe with more interaction options and has more of a game feel to it.

Warning: as the stakes go up, this scenario is darker…

A REQUEST FROM THE GAME'S CREATOR'S: As this took hundreds of hours to conceive, design and execute, IF you enjoy this, please leave a response on the SELECTACORP Tumblr blog. Failure to inspire will result in a commensurate reduced effort on the part of the team that put this together. 

You could always also feed back to me - your usual scribe - here, which would be nice as I haven't played it myself and would be interested.  I must also point out that the lower couple of images are from the original batch sent me by the game's author and may or may not still be relevent to the new version (I really DO like the implications infered within the lower of the three - just above; there is something I find particularly exciting about that!).

The link is here (or click the top right pic, which should achieve the same end...  Getting you there and playing!)  https://mega.co.nz/#!YQhHjRKY!WsFQeq0fjcriFS9A_MfT2BEceg_Imn_M4cmuy3snhy0

Password is:   honeydew

Moral Welfare Training

Moral Welfare Retraining Dictation Session Test Subject 1: 

It’s impossible to let her mind wander, even for an instant; her concentration has to be absolute at all times if she is to keep up with the dictation coming over the earpiece.  But it is SO difficult!  It is insistent, never ending, eighteen hours a day… day after day after day after…. If she doesn’t keep up there is an electric shock. 

If she misspells there is an electric shock.  Then there are certain words which automatically come with an electric shock – orgasm is one such; and anything to do with orgasm or sexual release. The content is always sexual, the voice on the headset, sensual, soft, seductive; sometimes a man, sometimes a woman. 

There are short breaks for the toilet – always under close supervision - small meals are taken at the desk.  Then it is always straight back to work – typing up long drawn-out descriptive accounts of all manner of forms of sexual activity hour after tedious hour.  After, there will be an hour devoted to study of various erotic magazines or other such material, sometimes a film or video to watch followed by the mandatory six strokes of the cane, then an hour split between vigorous exercise, shower and other ablutions and sometimes a medical examination before bed, and a scant four hours sleep before it all begins anew.  The only break from the routine comes from the twice-weekly counselling and psychiatric evaluation sessions– but that’s a different story.   

The St. Aloysius Mercy Lodge Charity Mental Hospital Long-Term Secure Care & Moral Re-Education Unit For Wayward Girls Deemed Mentally Incompetent

Hi Folks!  Blindingly sunny here, so I SHOULD be in a good mood.  Well, sort of I am, in a way.  But I am about to take the middle daughter on a shopping spree in the Stratford (East London) Westfield Centre mall for her birthday – and that’s gonna cost a bomb (oops!  Shouldn’t put that in case it gets picked up by the security service’s filter) OK! It’s gonna cost a kidney then! (Oh lord! Now it sounds like I’m trying to sell a kidney).   

But the REAL thing troubling me (vexing me – as they say around these parts) is that I’ve ended up spending practically ALL DAY knocking out THIS thing, when I SHOULD have been updating the website, having started out pulling together some material to update The Original Institute Website (which I’ve begun struggling with some technical issues with theses last few days).  

 Trouble is, I came across a couple of nursey pictures and I have no bloody control!  I also should have been writing AND doing something for Roger Benson and a zillion other things which have fallen by the wayside…Oh well!  I’m off out shopping.  And perhaps some good will come out of it if it stimulates a few imaginations and so on… Eh?

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THE ST. ALOYSIUS MERCY LODGE CHARITY MENTAL HOSPITAL LONG-TERM SECURE CARE & MORAL RE-EDUCATION UNIT FOR WAYWARD GIRLS DEEMED MENTALLY INCOMPETENT.  It all comes down to who judges what.  Who decides what constitutes mentally incompetent?  Who is it called upon to decide what it is that defines ‘wayward’ behaviour?  That was both the weakness and the strength (depending on which side of the barred windows you happen to be on) of some of those old Church-run establishments way back.  But given the assumption this is some real residential experimental psychology investigation our heroine has stumbled into, what then fascinates me is the power of labels, not only in governing how others treat her – including those she is mixing with as well as those in authority – but also in affecting how she begins to feel about herself and the affect that has in turn on her ability to stand up for herself and battle against the repression and disciplinary zeal of the system she has become tangled up in.   

Eighteenth Birthday Disciplinary Measures

“No one said you had to skulk around in your underwear like a sulky child.  That’s YOUR choice…

“Bu, but it’s my eighteenth birth…”

“That’s right! And there are people here to see you!”

“But other girls my age don’t have to w…”

“You’re NOT ‘other girls’. ‘Other girls’ aren’t under MY supervision.  I’ve been hired to take you in hand – and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. God knows, it was hard enough to get you out of those ridiculous fripperies and frillys and into something sensible – but we got you there in the end!  You remember that…  We got you there in the end!  Madame Whippy - my bamboo ‘persuader’ - and I.  Now, if you want everyone to see you in that corselette you despise so much that’s up to you…. But I don’t think we’ll NEED Madame Whippy this time – do you? You’ll pull on that gym tunic because you hate that corselette so much – and you’ll slip on those bloomers, as ridiculous as they look, because you’ll find that the gym tunic just barely covers your bottom; and you’re not getting any OTHER knickers from now on.  That’s how the psychology works!”

“Bu, bu,but I can’t wear…”

“Nonsense! You’ll wear exactly what I tell you to. The new things I’ve bought are perfectly adequate. You’ve got the time it takes me to set this out on the table – and then, if you don’t come when I call, I’m bringing everyone in here to see you, just as you are. You SHOULD be able to make it, there’s just the school gym tunic and bloomers - no fiddly blouse and tie or cardigan or anything – and it’s there, hanging on the larder door ready.  All you need do is pull the tunic over your head and draw the bloomers up your legs and you’re done!” 

Just something I knocked up... when I REALLY should have been doing something else

Many thanks to the person who was kind enough to send me via email a PDF scan of the entire Female Disciplinary Manual (see last posting).  I'm not sure whether to thank him by name here or not, but I have thanked him by email anyway.  Scans of the pages in question will appear here in due course and will also be added to the collection on The Original Institute site very soon (as soon as I finish putting together the Wringer collection) and I have forwarded them to the correspondent who originally requested them.  Ain't I a great guy?

   

The Female Disiciplinary Manual (Wildfire Club) - An Appeal

Hello again!

 

It HAS been bright and sunny here in North London - and my disposition likewise... ish!  But now it's raining - and my mood is as low as the cloud...  But I soldier on.

 

Now, I'm sure many of you will have read - and perhaps owned - a copy of The Female Disiciplinary Manual published by Regina Snow of the renown Wildfire Club.  And I dare say quite a few of you will have perused the handful of pages I scanned and presented here (back in the archive) or in the relevant section (Beyond The Barred Window) of THE ORIGINAL INSTITUTE website focusing on non-corporal punishment (tedious written impositions and the like). 

 

The thing is this: I have been contacted by email by someone who, having spotted in one of the scans a reference to pages 35-38, wondered if I might scan them (or write something about the content at a push, I suppose).  The trouble is, I no longer have that particular publication in my possession, having passed it on to one of my collaborators quite some time ago.  So I wondered if there might be some kind soul out there, a kindred spirit, who might be willing to scan the pages in question and email them to me?  Thus this appeal.  

 

Ta!  See you again soon!  Hopefully with an update on the new book.

When The Cane and The Strap Prove Insufficient

Hi again, folks!

Yeah, I know!  I didn't get around to illustrating my last posting - but I've just not come across anything that has excited me sufficiently on the subject (although for some reason a couple of ideas have just popped into my head - go figure!); I suppose I should at least post an illustration of a pair of callipers of the type that would be used for body composition measurement, though I doubt many would find that exciting.  Plus I've been trying to get part one of the new book finished - God knows I need the cash; I'm still getting a bit from my publications on LULU and from my last book which I put up on Amazon myself, but my sales elsewhere via my publisher have all but dwindled to nothing, averaging a little over £1 per day through the month of February.

I've also not got around to writing a piece to introduce to you a new roll-playing game I have been told of which promises to be right up the street of folks like us and those inhabiting our particular universe.  I should get that done and the details posted here this Friday at the latest, so look out for it!

Right!  I know a lot of you folk out there liked the original this came from (Above, centre) one of a pair -  and I have never seen any others that look as if related.  Quite a few people have emailed me to ask about this and its sibling's origins, which to be honest I don’t know, although, looking at the style, I wonder whether they might not have originated from one of those 'Nurse Helana' photo sets I have so fallen in love with over the past couple of years or so.  So here is a treat for you.  

The original is one of those pics that leave you wondering what might be going, which I think is often a good thing as it leaves interpretation open to the imagination.  So here is one of my interpretations, shifted to some degree to suit my own personal taste for female / female control and domination.  The sign board behind the bed is something I created to go with one of those images created by Angela Fox for the long-delayed and oft-shelved comic book or illustrated INSTITUTIONALISED 3 version project.  Incidently, the latter is not actualy dead, just on the back burner; every so often I do a bit of work on it, and I think I have enough to one day get something together, perhaps later this year.

Those that have read my stuff will know that mind control is not really my ‘thing‘ in absolute terms, though there is often - if not always - some aspect of it present to a lesser or greater extent.  However, the above represents my attempt to circumvent one of the oft-overlooked limitations of the mind control tale, the fact that it is always emphasised in the main-stream literature on the subject that a person cannot be hypnotised against his or her own will.   

This is my solution - one of many, I might add.  In a similar vein; my heroines never just simple submit to the strap and the cane - THAT would never happen (or would be very unlikely given the modern headstrong late teen girl or young woman in her early twenties) - there is always some other consequence looming over her pressuring her to do so.

By the way:  Would you believe the thing with the glass of water and hypnosis was prompted by a children's TV show, many dawns ago?  Now I've told you before about the pivotal role a certain episode of the children’s 1970s TV show, 'Black Beauty', played back in my formative years in moulding my interests (or 'informing' my work, to be a bit poesy... beeerrrgh!  Sorry - just been si... beeuugh!... oh it's happened again!).  But let's see who can guess the series I'm referring to this time?