Author's note: This is meant to be a companion story to Training Whim. While I highly recommend you read Testing Whim first, if you haven't here are a few things you should know:
First, I've been born with a gift. Some would call it mind control, but it started off in a much more subtle way: if I wanted you to do something, you'd want to do it as well. Over the years I've expanded and refined my skills. Manipulating people gradually expanded to include manipulating objects, then time, and eventually whole dimensions would be created for my fantasies to come true. In most cases I do not actively control my gift and just accept the fact that if I truly want something, it will happen. This can cause issues when what I subconsciously want clashes with my conscious intentions. However, I have no desire to change this arrangement as in most cases my gift knows me better than I dare to know myself.
Second, not too long ago, Claire's roommate Marisa (A.K.A. Whim) visited me in my "study" (a place I created to read and relax in peace) and demanded a fantasy I had not intended to offer. Submissive by nature, Marisa wanted to be trained and experience all that BDSM had to offer. Reluctantly I agreed under the condition that she pass a test to ensure that not only could she handle it, but that she would enjoy being trained. A long and pleasurably painful testing period ensued which she passed and was offered a chance to return once she had fully recovered, graduated from college, and was ready to begin her training.
Third, during her testing Whim earned a set of nipple rings. While never possible in the "real world," both the color and diameter of these rings are completely adjustable. To increase their sensitively, when activated for the first time microscopic probes trace back along the nerves of the surrounding tissue (in this case her nipples and breasts). Additionally, the rings can vibrate, administer mild electric shocks and can be activated in "auto" mode by twisting the ball of the captive bead ring so that the rings try to sense and enhance your current pleasure or can be activated manually using the control built into a rather distinctive necklace. Both the rings and necklace must be worn at all times and can only I can remove them without causing significant damage.
Finally, Marisa was greatly moved by the experience and just had to tell someone. That someone was her roommate Claire and the following is a direct result of those conversations.
I felt her presence as she entered my study but didn't think much of it at the time. While exceedingly hard to find without guidance from my gift, Marisa had learned how to visit at will and frequently stopped by to study. It was several minutes before I realized she had yet to take her customary recliner by the fire or made any greeting that I sensed something was wrong and looked up from my book.
Standing less then 10 feet away was a woman calmly staring back at me. Short, probably about 5'6", she looked to be around 22-years-old, was thin, and had shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Although I had never seen her before it only took me an instant to recognize her from Marisa's descriptions of her roommate Claire. Normally, only Pristines were allowed to visit my study and thus the most shocking aspect for me of Claire's presence here was the very fact that she was most definitely not a Pristine.
"Um, hi," Claire timidly stated as she came a step closer to my desk. "My name is..."
"I know what your name is," I cut her off with a dismissive wave of my hand. "The more relevant question is, 'Why are you here?'"
"I thought that would be obvious," she replied in a still calm but mildly sarcastic voice. "I want to be tested."
"You're not a Pristine." It was a statement my still shocked at being disturbed brain naively assumed would end the discussion. Unfortunately, she wouldn't give up that easily.
"And what does that mater?" Claire replied with more than a bit of attitude in her voice.
Clearly prepared for this question she continued, "I've heard Marisa go on and on about the difference between a Pristine and non-Pristine and it strikes me as more than a little biased. Isn't the test designed to determine whether I am worthy or not?"
"Among other things perhaps," I replied a bit peevishly. It had been a very long time since my last dealing with a non-Pristine and already I was annoyed.
"Humph, then tell me this," I replied with an ice calm while trying not to completely lose my patience. "Why do you want to be tested?"
"Everyone says I'm a prudish bookworm, but they don't know my true thoughts and desires."
"Not good enough," I retorted as with a thought I used my gift to instantly know a brief synopsis of everything about her life, let her know that I knew, and then stated rather bluntly, "Besides, you are a prudish bookworm."
"In some ways perhaps, but that's what I've wanted others to believe. After listening to Marisa ... I don't think it's what I want anymore."
With a sigh I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair. This conversation was going nowhere and I was sorely tempted to banish Claire from my presence.
"Look, do you have any idea how many tries it took just to find this place?" she asked, jutting out her chin. "Marisa has been describing this study to me for week yet it wasn't until tonight that I got it close enough to get here."
"I suspected as much," I replied with a scowl. "Marisa never should have shared that information. Did you ever consider that making it difficult to get here was as much for your protection as my privacy?"
At those words she reacted as if I had doused her with cold water. For the first time she seemed to consider me as one would a person with not only the ability, but the intention, to hurt them. However, all too soon her body relaxed.
"I've seen what you did to Marisa and while it may not have been 'nice' it was exactly what she wanted," she replied as she seemed to carefully consider her words. "No, not what she wanted, but you offered exactly what she needed and for that I trust you."
"Do you have any idea what you're asking for?"
Apparently she took this to be a rhetorical question and with no reply forthcoming I continued.
"If you want to be tested, then I must trust you completely." I stated while locking onto her eyes. "The only way I can do that is if I use my gift to know you more thoroughly then you know yourself."
"I thought you already did that?" she asked sounding rather confused.
"No, I just grabbed the surface memories and desires. I didn't attempt to know the things you try to keep hidden."
"Oh," she replied while not seeming to realize the depth of what I was about to do.
"I will know everything about you: thoughts, memories, desires, and all of your secrets."
Wordlessly she closed her eyes and shuddered as she considered my words. After a brief pause she opened them and nodded.
'Perhaps this too is a request she anticipated?' I silently questioned.
In that instant I allowed my gift to burn its way through her mind. I soon regretted not being gentler, but I was angry and annoyed, neither of which inclined me to attempt to make this easy for her. It was only when I started sifting though her deepest secrets that I regretted this decision. There are some things men should never do and women should never have to endure. No, she had not been raped in the physical sense, but there was much she had lost.
Claire was excited by the idea of being dominated and had been quick to trust the first guy she met who seemed to share the same desires. At first she had been a willing participant in all of their activities. But things quickly began to spiral out of control until the day she'd just barely manage to call it off. However, in many ways she was already too late. She'd lost her trust in men and, more importantly, she'd lost her belief that one day she would ever be able to fulfill her darkest desires.
She'd tried dating since then but had little success at finding the 'right' guy for her. Apparently, she used the impression of being a severely conservative/prude as a front to avoid the type of guys she was most attracted to out of fear that they would go too far or too fast.
With a shudder of my own I retreated from her mind and asked, "Tell me, are you happy?"
"Yes," she replied a little too quickly.
"Hmm, but are you whole?"
"What does that mean?"
"I have little doubt that you would pass Marisa's test. However, there is no way you would be prepared to begin training in just under a month, there's just not enough time to gently confront and heal the wounds currently festering in your soul. I will not test you only to risk you breaking during training."
With those words she seemed taken aback and indeed did take a step or two away from me.
"There's a lot you've left unsaid and will not admit even to yourself. Out of respect for the gravity of the challenge you'll face I'll allow you to remain in denial for a while longer. However, regardless of whether you pass, when you leave the testing chamber you will no longer be able to deny those memories."
As these words sunk in a look of confusion flashed across her face, "Wait, you're going to test me?"
"You may choose to call it that, but no, I will attempt to break you. Should you survive I will show you the broken pieces of your current life and allow you one last opportunity to fix them on your own."
Perhaps I was being a bit melodramatic, but it sickened me to contemplate what I was about to do.
.... There is more of this story ...