My Pysch Evaluation

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Hello All,

I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the

pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived.

I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a

cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs

and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a

flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light

of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some

sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep " whomp " with each

flash.

It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense

of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my

nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation

flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power,

well...no additional comments on that.

During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at

me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the

occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a

cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling,

laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to

judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or

tickle of a feather.

I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which

type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which

one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different

type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it

brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from my tormenter (I

mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of

information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the

sole witness of my humiliation.

Or was it?