I knew he left the room after saying something, but I was beginning to feel kind of fuzzy. My ass was feeling weird with that tube in it and I think it was like, emptying me out back there. In a way, it's nice knowing that you'll be totally clean inside . that maybe if you are clean inside, you'll be clean too . like in your mind? I know that isn't true, but being clean always makes me feel good.

I must have fallen asleep, but oh man what dreams I had. Hands all over, invading and violating me. Impersonal but warm, latex covered hands touching me everywhere. And of course the needles, scalpels and other medical stuff. I wonder why I like that so much? I just wanted to float in all that, let my fantasies happen, enjoy it, feel it . be overwhelmed by it.

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"You described it excellently, Trinity. There's no shame in wanting those things at all." Dr. Wingate assured her. "But there is shame in hiding these thoughts - from yourself and from others. Honesty will be essential as we get into these experiments. Do you think you could be honest with us? Totally honest, no matter how embarrassing?" Dr. Wingate asked.

Trinity didn't answer right away. "I'm not sure Dr. Wingate. I mean, it's easy talking to you . but I sure couldn't admit this stuff to anyone else . what would they think?"

Dr. Wingate chuckled. "Why would it matter what they thought? Who are you worried about? Your parents? Me? My husband? The technicians?"

Trinity paused again, struggling to find an answer. "Well, yes, I guess I don't want my parents to know. They would think they failed somehow and raised some kind of pervert. I mean, they're nice enough people, but I don't think they would understand the kinds of thoughts I have inside." Trinity said softly.

"And yeah, I know they are a little bit kinky. My Mom gets spanked when she does something wrong and they live like those I've read about . you know, he's in charge and all, but they just aren't kinky like me . I don't think. Maybe they are . would it be genetic then?" Trinity asked.

Dr. Wingate chuckled. "I don't know that there is any evidence for or against kink being genetic. It may well be a response triggered by how we process data at an early age, what problem solving skills we acquire - or fail to acquire. It could be a great many things. We simply don't have those kinds of answers yet."

"The sheer volume of individuals who are interested in kink to a certain degree is indicative that it isn't some isolated perversion - kink appears in all cultures, all income levels to varying degrees. Some leave it at just an occasional over the knee spanking while others embark on a life of slavery or even more extreme activities. I recently read an unofficial study that seemed to indicate that individuals who have undergone surgery as very young infants and did not have benefit of anesthesia often end up enjoying activities like piercing, cutting, and medical play. The connection seems obvious, but this study was quite casual, conducted by someone on the Internet. It seems a good step in the right direction though." Dr. Wingate said with a smile.

"Hey! I had surgery as a kid. Like when I was 6 weeks old for something." Trinity exclaimed softly. "Of course, I don't remember it . but maybe . that's pretty neat that someone thought to ask those questions."

"I agree. I should probably contact that group and see how it was done. It may even have been published as anecdotal data in an encyclopedia of sexual terms. I'll have to double-check that. In any event, let's get back to the issue of honesty here. Do you think you could at least be strictly honest with me and of course, my husband?" Dr. Wingate asked.

Trinity sighed, "I could . I guess . but it would just be so awful to admit all this stuff. I mean, it's different with you, you're a woman. But what if your husband knew that I felt all that stuff? That I was horny and wanted him to tie me up and all?"

"I don't think it would bother him in the least. He's a scientist Trinity, and believe me, he's more interested in what your brain waves are doing right now than in what you are actually thinking about." Dr. Wingate assured her.

"I don't know. I swear, I'll be honest with you . I'll try really hard. Sometimes I might screw up . but I'll really try. But I don't want my parents knowing and I guess I'm not sure about your husband. I mean, it would change things if he knew . you know?"

Dr. Wingate nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll take your promise to be honest with me and we'll just work on the rest as it comes up. Now then, are you ready for the first experiment?"

"What do I have to do?" Trinity asked.

"We've recorded your brain wave functions while you told me your fantasy, and again when you detailed how you felt when the examination began. What I would like to do now is to have you clear your mind. No fantasies at all. Just recall that you are here as an experimental subject and let me do my work. You will be recorded as usual but you don't need to do anything but react to whatever I do to you, or whatever anyone else does to you. We will be changing dressings, testing the sensors, and selecting specific stimulation based on what made you react earlier. Basically we are verifying what we've already recorded, seeing what areas of the brain are most active under different circumstances. There will be a bit of role play involved on my end but I think you will enjoy it. Ultimately, we could do this all via a virtual reality feedback system, but you're one of the people helping us build that kind of informational database and so we have to do you manually." Dr. Wingate smiled.

"Okay, I think I can do that." Trinity grinned, obviously eager to begin.

"Excellent. You will be a great subject. Now, for the duration of this test, I will have to refer to you as subject 342 so that we can easily identify your records on the audio and video. Is that okay?" Dr. Wingate asked softly.

"342? A number?" Trinity asked slowly, never having given that any thought before. "Sure . that's okay I guess. Kind of makes me feel more . I don't know . clinical or something. Guess it's psychological?" Trinity asked.

Dr. Wingate nodded, rising from her seat next to Trinity. "No more talking now subject 342. It is essential that the recorders have a clear background so that we capture all the details of this experiment. We must above all be professional." Dr. Wingate said, assuming a much more clinical posture herself and looking quite formidable suddenly.

Trinity nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at the change in Dr. Wingate and the experiment itself.

"Ah, right on time. Thank you doctors and staff for attending our 8 PM session this evening. I know that you all would probably rather be working on your own projects or home with your respective families." Dr. Wingate smiled, addressing the staff that had trickled into the room as she was speaking with Trinity.

"We've begun this round by recording the subject's brainwave patterns as she described major sexual episodes of her life. As you are aware, we've chosen sexuality as a beginning topic as it generates very clear markers we can follow as we test and calibrate our prototype hardware and software. Sexuality is particularly useful as in most subjects, it includes feelings of arousal, guilt, pleasure, pain, and often, very raw and pure emotion for which the subject has no explanation for. If offers the widest array of possible reactions that include most active areas of the brain." Dr. Wingate began, indicating the monitors and the reams of graphs already generated.

"We will study the basic data and begin to find the correlation between the recorded emotion, physical response and the type of brainwave generated by each stimulus. Tonight you will witness first the effect of speech on the sexual centers and then, the effect of touch - both painful and pleasurable. My colleague, Dr. Jones will point out the changes in brainwave patterns as they occur on your monitors."

"The effects of language on this particular subject will begin now." Dr. Wingate continued, referring to her clipboard now.

"Subject 342 has admitted to having feelings of arousal when parading around half naked. In her own words, she enjoys flaunting her tits and ass, especially to uptight scientists that probably never get laid. She's even hoping to turn you all on, so that your cocks will be hard and ready to plunge into her slutty little cunt. She wouldn't mind getting some cunts all hot and bothered either. Isn't that right Subject 342?" Dr. Wingate asked, her voice hard suddenly.

Trinity moaned, blushing deeply. "No . yes . well, not exactly like that!" she exclaimed, shame overcoming her as she realized the room was full of people and that Dr. Wingate was telling them what she had felt earlier.

"No need to respond subject 342. It's all been recorded and I will play it back for them."

Dr. Wingate slipped a pair of headphones over Trinity's ears and then nodded to her husband.

He cleared his throat quickly and smiled. "On monitor one, you will see the brainwave patterns for an aroused state in which the subject was pleased with what was occurring. On monitor two, you see the brainwaves generated just now. You will note that both the red and yellow lines have dipped significantly when Dr. Wingate began using foul language and it was made clear that the subjects was being embarrassed by sharing something she thought would be confidential. This is most interesting as the subject is quite fond of using foul language herself, but when used in reference to her, she does not find it pleasurable. Now recall that this is a most basic finding, just the main markers. With our system, we will be able to map this more comprehensively to see where these emotions are originating from and we will be able to reproduce them as well. For the purposes of this demonstration though, it is enough to note that physically, her reactions went to a less aroused state when Dr. Wingate began speaking to her and her emotional state registered in the negative as well - at least as compared to the readings generated when the subject was in a positive and sexually aroused state." He concluded, taking his seat once more.

Dr. Wingate adjusted the headphones so that Trinity could hear them once more. Tears rolled silently from Trinity's eyes.