Tuesday 16 June 2015

DollyMother Self-administered Ad-libitum Sedative Candy: Mind Control by Stealth: Discipline by Design!



  DollyMother Self-administered Ad-libitum Sedative Candy: Mind Control by Stealth: Discipline by Design!

Step by step and munch by munch, from troubled wearisome teen or tiresome twenty-something to glassy-eyed, woolly-headed infantile tranquillity. 

Habit-forming from the first bite, the gentle euphoria induced by DollyMother’s unique formulation, though barely perceptible at first, ensures a measure of physiological dependency begins to develop right from the word go.  DollyMother’s tranquilizing and sedative effects are subtle, insidious and both cumulative and dose-related, with the added advantage that the patient can be relied upon to increment her own dose as and when she becomes accustomed to the effects at each stage while you, as carer, can be safe in the knowledge that DollyMother’s ultra-safe self-limiting formula ensures overdose is impossible. 

Over time – day-by-day and mouthful by mouthful - DollyMother’s tranquilizing and sedative formulation gently lulls the subject into a deeper and deeper tranquilized and sedated state while simultaneously dulling her awareness of her failing mental faculties.  Once intractable refractory attitudes soften, boisterous behaviour quietens to be replaced by a more placid, docile demeanour while the patient’s growing dependency on DollyMother’s formulation will leave her ever more amenable to other forms of control, should the authoritarian so wish.  Further on and the patient gradually becomes listless and ‘dozy’, ‘mentally lazy’ and ‘easily handled’, all of which can be an advantage within an institutional setting if disruptive behaviour is problematic.  A marked increase in suggestibility is noted and can be utilized to augment the psychological dependency aspect of DollyMother’s efficacy using the DollyMother sound recordings designed to augment our products.

Over longer periods - and the high doses with which the patient will typically self-medicate with if left to her own devices - DollyMother’s psychoactive neurochemical makeup causes mental confusion above and beyond the tranquilizing effect.  In addition it is known to disrupt short term memory, then the ability to form new memories - which can have a marked affect on future learning - and interferes with synapses in and around the frontal lobes, which negatively impacts on the subject’s decision making ability.  In conjunction with confinement within a sensorially impoverished space, and given unregulated access to the product – thus starved of mental stimulation and increasingly sedated – a significant fall in IQ can be measured, perhaps ten or more points in a little over two months detention.         

DollyMother may be introduced initially as a ‘treat’, as a positive reinforcer to reward required, good, behaviour.  As time goes by DollyMother may become just as effective - if not more so - as a negative reinforcer in eradicating or extinguishing unwanted behaviours by its withdrawal.  Indeed, the very real physical craving which accompanies long-term use, due to changes in brain chemistry, can be such that even the THREAT of withdrawal can have a marked punitive effect, resulting in instant submission to authority which, again, can then be reinforced by other complimentary forms of discipline.  The application of corporal punishment within a strict disciplinary régime in conjunction with all Fairy-DollyMother products is to be encouraged, where more stringent levels of behavioural modification are called for.

Can You Guess Where It's Going Yet?

I'm not too sure myself!  But I have a rough outline in mind...

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...

Friday 12 June 2015

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




Qeq0fjcriFS9A_MfT2BEceg_Imn_M4cmuy3snhy0Yep!  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

Tuesday 26 May 2015

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.   

Thursday 21 May 2015

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.   

Monday 18 May 2015

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?