The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer
Chapter 19 (Part 2 of 2)
Janice coaxed him down into a semi-deep hypnotic trance once
again. She had only done it this way as
a precaution. Once he was deep enough…
which was not nearly as deep as she could have taken him, she left him to sit
in his chair and simply rest for a few minutes until she returned. She went to her bedroom where she retrieved
her notebook… and his dog collar and the remote control for the shocking device. Back in the kitchen, she handed him his
collar and had him put it on. Then, she
woke him up – completely.
Roger blinked a few times. She
had done it to him again… sent him into that quick hypnotic trance. He fully remembered her handing him the dog
collar and buckling it around his own neck.
But he found it strange that he was once again fully awake. What new demented game was she about to play
now?
Janice gave him a few minutes to collect his wits. She sipped at her coffee until she was sure
he was fully awake and cognizant. Then
she picked up the remote control for his collar and checked the time on the
clock. “Push your chair back further
from the table,” she instructed.
Roger’s eyes went wide at hearing that because he was now sure she was
going to do another training session with him.
And after hearing what she had just told him, he was more fearful of it
than ever. But he had barely gotten
those thoughts through his brain before her finger hit the button and he was
wracked with pain because he hadn’t moved fast enough.
“Push your chair back!” Janice ordered again.
This time, Roger was quick to push his chair away from the table.
“Stand up!” Janice ordered, before pushing the button to give him just
a minor shock for not being fast enough.
“Sit down!” Over and over again
she worked on him. Over and over she
gave the same simple commands. Stand up.
Sit down. Raise your right arm. Raise your left arm. Lower your right arm. Raise your left leg. Lower your left arm. Lower your left leg. Sit down.
Over, and over, and over again.
Her instructions coming faster and faster. “Don’t try to think. You don’t have time to think. My will is your will. Let yourself react to my will alone.”
She watched him carefully as she worked with him. But unlike other times, this time she never
used the commands to sleep and obey to help sink him into a trance faster. It was important now to not use that
command. She was going to need to do
more with him tonight than she had done in the past, and the raw brainwashing
technique she was using was a much stronger method than the simple hypnotic
suggestions. And when he was finally
under her control again, she stopped and checked the clock. It had taken nearly twenty five minutes… and
this wasn’t the first time she had done this with him… by a long shot! He did indeed have a very strong mind. “Wake up, Mr. Brinkley,” she said, “Wake up
fully.”
Roger’s head was still going around as he climbed his way to full
consciousness again. He as fully aware
of everything. She had done nothing more
than to bring him under her control again.
As far as he could remember, she hadn’t even reinforced any of the
commands she had given him before… not even to put him under with just her
words to sleep and obey.
Janice watched him carefully as he came around. She picked up the coffee pot and poured a
tiny bit of fresh coffee into his cup.
“Have a sip,” she suggested. She
was glad to see how fast he picked the cup up and drank from it… before putting
it down on the table again. And when she
was sure that he was completely recovered, she started all over again. “Stand up!
Sit down! Raise your left
arm. Raise your right arm.” All over again from the beginning, and again
not once did she use the commands to sleep and obey to make him go under
faster.
Two minutes into this go-around with him, Janice heard the front door
opening and Carol calling, “Momma?” But
she couldn’t stop what she was doing.
She kept right on issuing the commands as fast as she could. When Carol came, wide-eyed, into the kitchen,
she only paused long enough to put her finger to her lips to urge her daughter
to remain totally silent.
It took less time this time, just over eighteen minutes, but that was
still way too long – by a lot! But the
problem was, that even doing it once was now dangerous toward affecting his
mind so that it would possibly show more impairment when he went back to work
next week. And tonight she had done it
not only once, but twice! With most of
her victims, she usually got them down to ten minutes in the first
weekend. But Roger wasn’t like most of
her victims. She had taken over his life
as nothing more than a last resort toward a greater end. And because of that, she definitely needed
him to remain normal... or at least somewhat normal. Mentally anyway. But eighteen minutes! She was tempted to do it again, but even as
tired as she was, she knew better.
Now that he was under again, she began reinforcing every single command
that she had given him before. She
reinforced his prime directive to always protect her and Carol. She reinforced the grey wall keeping him away
from all ability to not do as she wanted.
She reinforced the cold that would invade his privates any time a pretty
woman crossed his path. And she
especially made sure to reinforce the commands to sleep and obey… that would
immediately sink him into a hypnotic trance any time she needed it.
So far, she had added nothing new to what she had already put into his
brain. But now it was time for her to
move on. Now it was time to address the
real reason she was doing this with him tonight. She looked briefly over at Carol before she
began. Her daughter was sitting at the
table now, watching everything raptly.
Well, she supposed she would.
She picked up her notebook before sitting down at the table. This was going to take a while. “Mr. Brinkley,” she began. “I want you to think of your mind as one big
filing cabinet. A cabinet with many
drawers. A cabinet where all those
drawers are totally open so you can access what’s in them.” She paused for a moment to let that fully
register with him. “Now we’re going to
add a new drawer to your system, and we’re going to put it somewhere at the
bottom in an out of the way place. I
want you to picture that new drawer as being completely closed right now, but
you know that because it’s a new drawer, it will be totally empty since we
haven’t put anything into it yet.” Again
she paused to let it all sink in.
“Now, Mr. Brinkley, we’re going to put a label on the front of that new
drawer. And the label will say, ‘Boots
the Dog.’ Do you have that, Mr.
Brinkley? Do you see a label like that
on the front of that drawer?”
“Yes,” Roger said, with a slight nod of his head.
“Very good,” Janice continued.
“Now we need to fill that new drawer.
Open the drawer labeled ‘Boots the dog,’ Mr. Brinkley, and we will begin
putting things into it for you.
Inside Roger’s mind, he could see the new drawer opening revealing a
blank interior.
“Now, Mr. Brinkley, whenever I say, ‘It’s time for Boots the dog,’ you open this drawer and you will
immediately become a dog named Boots.
You will have no choice in the matter.
You will not even consider that there ever was a choice. As soon as I say those words… ‘It’s time for Boots the dog,’ you will
only know that you are a dog. As your
body becomes Boots the dog, you will immediately remove every bit of your
clothing. Dogs don’t wear clothing. You will not be able to stand the feel of
clothing on your body unless someone puts it on you… after you become Boots the
dog.”
Janice paused to consult her notebook.
“Stand up, Mr. Brinkley,” she instructed, and watched as he immediately
rose to his feet. She got up and went
over to him. “Hold your right hand out
toward me.” Roger’s arm immediately came
up with his hand held out toward her.
She grabbed it and turned his palm so it was facing down. “Curl your fingers under,” she
commanded. When he had done that, she
took his thumb and pressed it alongside of his hand. “Now put your left hand in this position
too,” she told him. She watched as his
left arm came up with his fingers already in the required position. “Now get down on the floor on all
fours.” As soon as Roger was down like
she wanted him to be, she got down as well and closely examined his hands. “Very good, Mr. Brinkley,” she told him. “Whenever you become Boots the dog, as soon
as you have removed all your clothing, your hands will immediately assume this
position. Your fingers will not just
glue themselves together, but each hand will become fused together into one
inseparable paw. Your paws! Since dogs do not have hands, you will have
paws instead. And you will never even
think of trying to open your paws into a hand again.”
She left him in that position on the floor as she got to her feet and
went back to her seat at the table… where she again consulted her
notebook. She looked back down at him…
now on all fours on the floor. “Mr.
Brinkley, as soon as you become Boots the dog, with the exception of a few key
words, you will immediately be unable to understand any human speech. Human words will have no meaning to you at
all – other than the few commands I will tell you. You will be able to learn other commands
after you become Boots the dog, but those commands will have to be taught to
you.
The words you will be able to understand will be these. Stand…
in which case you will assume the standing position you are in right now. There is no other way you will be capable of
standing. Standing on two legs like a
human will not only be impossible, you will never even think to try it. Dogs do not stand on two legs, they stand as
you are now. And whenever you stand like
that, just as happens when you are a human, you will again notice that your
impenetrable wall will continue to grow thicker and thicker, holding all your
will to do other than what I say on the other side.
The next word you will be able to understand is to sit. Do it now, Mr.
Brinkley. Sit like a dog… like a good
dog… with your paws still on the ground in front of you.” She watched as Roger lowered his backside
down to rest on the backs of his legs.
His front “paws” remained on the floor in front of him. “Very good, Mr. Brinkley. And just as when you stand, when you sit, you
will also notice your impenetrable wall growing that tiny bit thicker and
thicker.”
She quickly consulted her notebook again before continuing. “The other commands you will be able to
understand are to lay down, to come when you are called, and to speak.
Whenever you are commanded to speak, you will of course bark like a
dog. All human speech will be impossible
for you as Boots the dog. The only
sounds you will be capable of making will be dog sounds and dog sounds only. But then, even understanding human speech
will be impossible for you anyway, so you will have no need of any other
sounds. From time to time, either Carol
or myself may train you to understand other commands. But you will learn those commands gradually…
as any other dog would since your intelligence will be completely diminished to
that of a dog and nothing but a dog.”
She consulted her notebook again.
“As I said, Mr. Brinkley, other than those few command words I just gave
you, you will no longer be able to understand human speech. But there will be with one additional
exception. “Whenever I say the words, ‘Bonjour Boots,’ you will immediately be
fully able to understand all human speech.
You will be incapable of making any human sounds yourself, but you will
be fully able to understand what is being said.
But as soon as I say, ‘Au
revoir Boots,’ human speech will again become incomprehensible to you.”
She looked at her notebook again
and her finger found the next item on her list.
“Just as with human speech being incomprehensible, you will no longer
have any concept of numbers at all.
Counting will not only be impossible, you will not even be able to
consider it. You will be able to realize
that something is there, and if there is more of that something, then there
will simply be more.”
Her finger on her notes moved
slightly down the page. Then she looked
over at the wide-eyed look on Carol’s face and smiled briefly before turning
her attention back to Roger, still “sitting” on the floor like a dog. “Mr. Brinkley,” she said, “as a dog, you will
pay far more attention to your sense of smell than you ever have before. Your sense of smell will become one of your
primary senses. You will actively smell
everything you can, including your own pee and feces.”
She returned her attention to her
notebook where her finger moved slightly again.
“Mr. Brinkley, whenever you are
Boots the dog, you will be the perfect loving companion for both Carol and
myself. You will play happily like a dog
whenever anyone wants you to and you will crave being petted like any good
dog. You will eat, drink, sleep, pee,
and defecate like a dog. All of your
interests will be limited to the interests of a dog… and nothing else. Nothing else will even be comprehensible to
you. Basically, you will be a dog in
every way possible.”
One more time she checked her notes
before continuing.
“Whenever you are Boots the dog,
Mr. Brinkley, You will act like a dog in all ways, and you will think like a
dog in all ways. There will be one
exception to that. At all times, Mr.
Brinkley, a small pocket in your mind will constantly remember that you were
once human. You will be completely
unable to remember anything useful about your old human life, but you will
constantly compare the life you have as a dog with the life you used to have as
a human. But no matter how much you may
yearn for your old life, you will know that you can never have it. You will only know that you are now a dog and
will always be a dog. Since you are no
longer human, you can no longer be human.
You can and will be only a dog.
But the memories of being human will remain… and you will constantly
compare your dog life with your old human life.”
Her finger moved down the page one final time. She looked briefly over at Carol. “Almost done, dear.” Then she turned her attention back to Roger.
“Now, Mr. Brinkley. Remember
that filing cabinet drawer? All these
instructions I have just given to you are now in that drawer – and nowhere
else. Once that drawer is closed, you
will have no knowledge of those instructions at all. You will remember nothing at all of the
instructions for Boots the dog. It will
be as if they don’t exist. They will
only exist should you hear the phrase, ‘It’s
time for Boots the dog.’ At that
time, that cabinet drawer will open… and whenever that cabinet drawer opens,
all of the other drawers that your mind can access now will close and lock
tightly. As Boots the dog, you will only
have access to what Boots the dog needs to know and nothing else.”
She paused one final time before continuing. “Mr. Brinkley, after you have spent some time as Boots the dog, should someone decide
that you may become human again, only someone speaking the words, ‘It’s time for Boots to be human,’ can
return you again to a human being. As
soon as you hear those words, ‘It’s time
for Boots to be human,’ you will immediately stop being a dog. You will be able to open your hands into
human hands and use them that way. You
will in all ways return fully to your life as a human being. But you will still remember your life as
Boots the dog so that you can fully appreciate what being a human being means.”
She looked down at him, still sitting the same way… like a dog... on
the floor. “We are done with putting
instructions into that cabinet drawer now, Mr. Brinkley. In a moment, we will close that drawer. After
that, every time that drawer opens, all the other drawers will close and lock
shut. When the Boots the dog drawer
closes, all the other drawers will open fully again. You will either be able to be fully human, or
you will be able to be Boots the dog.
There will be no in-between.”
She stood up from her seat at the table. “Stand up now, Mr. Brinkley. Stand as a human.” She waited as Roger immediately got to his
feet. “Close that drawer in your mind
now, Mr. Brinkley. Close the drawer that
is labeled, ‘Boots the dog.’” She waited
only a moment for the look on his face to change somewhat.
Finally, with him still deeply in his trance, she said. “When you go into your room in a few minutes,
close the door. Remove all of your
clothing except the shoes on your feet, and go to sleep. There is no need for you to be bound or
chained tonight. There is no need for
you to polish your boots or your shoes.
Get naked except for your shoes and then make yourself as comfortable as
you can. Go to the bathroom first if you
wish, then enjoy a good night’s sleep for once, and sleep deeply and well. Tomorrow when you awake, your mind will be
completely clear and you will feel happy and well rested.” She walked over to him and removed his collar
herself. “Go to your room now, Mr.
Brinkley, and have a very good night.”
Carol watched Roger immediately leaving the room. As soon as he was completely out of sight,
she could no longer wait to ask. “Momma,
what was that all about? Are you
planning on turning him completely into a dog now?”
Janice shook her head. “Only if
I have to dear. Only if I have to. And even then, hopefully, it will only be for
a short time to scare him into doing what I want.”
“But Momma, why can’t you just hypnotize him into doing what you want?”
Janice had to consider how best to answer that one. “Because what I want him to do is going to
require his complete cooperation and commitment. And, because what we’re doing to him now has
nothing to do with anything he’s ever done in the past. We’ve invaded his home and his life and we’re
stealing both. In this one thing, I
think it’s only fair that we let him decide which way his life is going to go. But, in the end, I will do what I have to
do. And should the situation require
it…” She said nothing more on the
subject.
She went over and hugged her daughter.
“Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah. We just hung out. Momma, can we invite Shelly here some
time? I mean, I always go there. Is there some way we can let her come here
once in a while too?”
Janice looked at her. “Not quite
yet, dear. Let’s wait and see. I’m sure we’ll be able to arrange something
though… eventually.”
Janice yawned. “Oh dear, it
really has been a long day for me. I
think I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is going
to be a busy day for us. Our new bedroom
furniture is coming tomorrow.”
Carol brightened visibly.
“That’s going to be great!” she replied.
“Yes it will,” Janice agreed.
She kissed her daughter.
“Goodnight, dear,” she said before heading off toward her bedroom. Yes, tomorrow would be a busy day. The old bedroom furniture had to get hauled
away. The new bedroom furniture had to
be delivered. And Roger Brinkley had to
be told what she had decided on for his future.
