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2/18/2024 1:05 pm

Uncovering regressed memories.

I was temporarily between jobs with nothing to do really when my scientist friend said he could use a second opinion about his treatments and since I'd been there myself I may be able to shed some light on their experiments.
So I went out to the farm and it was so beautiful to out in the cool crisp and clean air.
The scientist showed me the work they'd been doing and the results they were getting.
The progressions they'd made with the thin paranoid schizophrenic.
It seemed like a lost cause to me and I talked about what it was like to turn the corner on the disease and that I didn't think the b&y had it in him to do as I did.
The scientist heard me out emotionless and maybe agreeing with me and then he told me about recent things they'd found.
That the boy would regress to another time in a rural setting in what seemed to be Tudor times and they had crude ways back then to make the servants tow the line, with castigation, religious duties and Omg I thought about the woes that had gone on in the church.
The scientist took a tape from the collection he had and popped it in to play, I suddenly felt trapped like a captive audience but my curiosity trapped me in my seat.
They'd recreated the ancient punishment to transport the B8y back to his previous life, and this all took place in a lofty barn and goats and chickens were there to complete the illusion.
The boy was handled by period dressed servants under the orders of the master of the house and they soon had him stripped, protesting against the crime he was committed of.
Then the pulley blocks were put into service and the boy was hoisted by the ankles up in the air.
I could easily imagine how the boy felt at being naked, not able to cover himself and to face the torment of being brutally whipped like that.
I felt transported back to when I had the disease and this type of thing thrilled me.
It would send me on a high too. Better than anything I'd felt before.
It would also trigger the more powerful catatonic state and emotional responses too.
It reminded me that my emotions had mostly died since being cured.
Part of me wanted to go back to who I was and feel the delight of being "sick".
The boy was taking the strokes fighting the demons in his head and seeing the chamber maids in his periphery watching on.
They giggled with each other at the boy's silly little bum, barely an ass at all.
The ass was gaining the most attention from the whip now and the painful red stripes could be seen.
"The b*y agreed to it!" Was what the scientist said allaying my concerns.
No doubt I thought I could have been over the moon from such a thing.
Apart from making a 'porno' I wondered what was the point.
Maybe to show the starting point from which a cure would progress from.
Something stirred deep within me though, a repressed memory perhaps and an excitement was definitely still there within me.
Later that night over dinner and wine I felt more like divulging what I'd felt when watching the video.
That in some way I missed the highs I once had. It was never fully explained to me what I'd be losing when offered a cure. I'd lost a huge part of myself.