#electronic stimulation

[undeniablyferal]

Nobody told me being a lil freaky would get so expensive bc wdym a shock collar is $300 and why am I actively setting aside money for it

[habitual-creatures]

I could pause for a moment and help Frost put you in the nest. You really need to sleep, if there's anything we can do to help you feel better to sleep I don't mind doing it

-Mystery guest

I don't like being by the screens...

But I'm fine like this... Dis is really soft...

[audiostim]

We are proud to announce the first album of it's kind.

Modular Mayhem I is a journey into modular synthesis with a wide variety of colourful and sonic soundscapes and patches.

This album took a lot of time to make, and we made it with a lot of love.

The album is completely Tri-Phase ready as it contains beautiful stereo patterns, also known as lissajous patterns, which is a beautiful sight to behold on an oscilloscope.

Can't get enough of our modular album? Then you shouldn't be able to wait for our upcoming release ;-P.

Listening with headphones or a good stereo setup is a highly recommended.

Fully produced and mastered in 96Khz 24Bit.

High quality .WAV files available for download.

[wavetapper]

maybe its just title placebo or whatever but jesus christ the works series by diverse system genuinely actually helps me focus

[anonbinaryweirdo]

what if I'm a fucking robot. guyd

[blueoaknx]

Mitochondrial Dysfunction in Type 2 Diabetes

Introduction

Mitochondria, essential for cellular energy metabolism, play a crucial role in bioenergetics and metabolic homeostasis. Mitochondrial dysfunction has been implicated as a key pathophysiological factor in Type 2 Diabetes Mellitus (T2DM), contributing to insulin resistance, metabolic inflexibility, and beta-cell dysfunction. This review explores the intricate mechanisms underlying mitochondrial impairments in T2DM, including defective oxidative phosphorylation, disrupted mitochondrial dynamics, impaired mitophagy, and excessive reactive oxygen species (ROS) generation, with a focus on potential therapeutic interventions targeting mitochondrial pathways.

Mechanistic Insights into Mitochondrial Dysfunction in T2DM

1. Defective Oxidative Phosphorylation and ATP Synthesis

Mitochondrial oxidative phosphorylation (OXPHOS) occurs through the electron transport chain (ETC), comprising Complexes I-IV and ATP synthase (Complex V). In T2DM, evidence suggests a downregulation of mitochondrial ETC activity, particularly in Complex I (NADH:ubiquinone oxidoreductase) and Complex III (cytochrome bc1 complex), leading to reduced ATP synthesis. This dysfunction is often linked to compromised NADH oxidation and inefficient proton gradient formation, resulting in cellular energy deficits and impaired insulin-stimulated glucose uptake.

2. Elevated Reactive Oxygen Species (ROS) and Oxidative Stress

Mitochondria are a primary source of ROS, predominantly generated at Complex I and Complex III during electron leakage. In T2DM, excess substrate influx due to hyperglycemia leads to mitochondrial overactivation, driving excessive ROS production. Elevated ROS induces oxidative damage to mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA), lipids, and proteins, disrupting mitochondrial integrity and function. Oxidative stress further impairs insulin signaling by activating stress-responsive kinases such as c-Jun N-terminal kinase (JNK) and IκB kinase (IKK), contributing to systemic insulin resistance.

3. Mitochondrial Biogenesis and Transcriptional Dysregulation

Mitochondrial biogenesis is regulated by the transcriptional coactivator Peroxisome proliferator-activated receptor-gamma coactivator-1 alpha (PGC-1α), which modulates downstream transcription factors such as Nuclear Respiratory Factors (NRF-1/NRF-2) and Mitochondrial Transcription Factor A (TFAM). In T2DM, PGC-1α expression is downregulated, impairing mitochondrial biogenesis and reducing mitochondrial density, leading to decreased oxidative capacity in metabolically active tissues like skeletal muscle and liver.

4. Disrupted Mitochondrial Dynamics and Mitophagy

Mitochondrial quality control is maintained through dynamic fission and fusion processes. Fission, mediated by Dynamin-related protein 1 (Drp1), is necessary for mitochondrial fragmentation and mitophagy, while fusion, regulated by Mitofusin 1/2 (Mfn1/2) and Optic Atrophy 1 (OPA1), maintains mitochondrial integrity. In T2DM, an imbalance favoring excessive fission leads to mitochondrial fragmentation, impairing energy metabolism and exacerbating insulin resistance. Moreover, defective mitophagy, regulated by PTEN-induced kinase 1 (PINK1) and Parkin, results in the accumulation of dysfunctional mitochondria, further aggravating metabolic dysfunction.

Implications of Mitochondrial Dysfunction in T2DM Pathophysiology

1. Skeletal Muscle Insulin Resistance

Skeletal muscle accounts for ~80% of postprandial glucose uptake, relying on mitochondrial ATP production for insulin-mediated glucose transport. Impaired mitochondrial function in muscle cells reduces oxidative phosphorylation efficiency, promoting a shift towards glycolysis and lipid accumulation, ultimately leading to insulin resistance.

2. Pancreatic Beta-Cell Dysfunction

Mitochondrial ATP production is essential for insulin secretion in pancreatic beta cells. ATP-sensitive potassium channels (K_ATP) regulate glucose-stimulated insulin secretion (GSIS), with ATP/ADP ratios dictating channel closure and depolarization-induced insulin exocytosis. In T2DM, mitochondrial dysfunction leads to inadequate ATP generation, impairing GSIS and reducing insulin secretion capacity. Additionally, oxidative stress-induced beta-cell apoptosis contributes to progressive loss of beta-cell mass.

3. Hepatic Mitochondrial Dysfunction and Lipid Dysregulation

Mitochondrial dysfunction in hepatocytes contributes to hepatic insulin resistance and non-alcoholic fatty liver disease (NAFLD). Impaired fatty acid oxidation due to dysfunctional mitochondria leads to lipid accumulation, exacerbating hepatic insulin resistance and systemic metabolic dysregulation.

Therapeutic Strategies Targeting Mitochondrial Dysfunction

1. Exercise-Induced Mitochondrial Adaptation

Physical activity upregulates PGC-1α expression, enhancing mitochondrial biogenesis and oxidative metabolism. High-intensity interval training (HIIT) and endurance exercise improve mitochondrial efficiency and reduce oxidative stress, mitigating insulin resistance in T2DM patients.

2. Pharmacological Modulation of Mitochondrial Function

Metformin: Enhances mitochondrial complex I activity, reducing hepatic gluconeogenesis and oxidative stress.

Thiazolidinediones (TZDs): Activate PPAR-γ, promoting mitochondrial biogenesis and improving insulin sensitivity.

Mitochondria-targeted Antioxidants: Agents like MitoQ, SkQ1, and SS-31 reduce mitochondrial ROS, preventing oxidative damage and preserving mitochondrial function.

3. Nutritional and Metabolic Interventions

Ketogenic and Low-Carb Diets: Enhance mitochondrial fatty acid oxidation, reducing lipid accumulation and improving metabolic flexibility.

Intermittent Fasting: Induces mitochondrial biogenesis and autophagy, improving metabolic homeostasis.

Nutraceuticals: Coenzyme Q10, resveratrol, and nicotinamide riboside (NR) enhance mitochondrial function and energy metabolism.

4. Emerging Gene and Cellular Therapies

Gene Therapy: Targeted upregulation of PGC-1α and TFAM to restore mitochondrial function.

Mitochondrial Transplantation: Direct transfer of healthy mitochondria to replace dysfunctional ones, an emerging frontier in metabolic disease management.

Conclusion

Mitochondrial dysfunction is a central determinant in the pathogenesis of T2DM, affecting insulin signaling, glucose metabolism, and lipid homeostasis. Targeting mitochondrial pathways through exercise, pharmacological agents, dietary modifications, and emerging gene therapies offers promising avenues for improving metabolic health in T2DM. 

[silafit]

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[jcmarchi]

Tiny magnetic discs offer remote brain stimulation without transgenes

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/tiny-magnetic-discs-offer-remote-brain-stimulation-without-transgenes/

Tiny magnetic discs offer remote brain stimulation without transgenes

Novel magnetic nanodiscs could provide a much less invasive way of stimulating parts of the brain, paving the way for stimulation therapies without implants or genetic modification, MIT researchers report.

The scientists envision that the tiny discs, which are about 250 nanometers across (about 1/500 the width of a human hair), would be injected directly into the desired location in the brain. From there, they could be activated at any time simply by applying a magnetic field outside the body. The new particles could quickly find applications in biomedical research, and eventually, after sufficient testing, might be applied to clinical uses.

The development of these nanoparticles is described in the journal Nature Nanotechnology, in a paper by Polina Anikeeva, a professor in MIT’s departments of Materials Science and Engineering and Brain and Cognitive Sciences, graduate student Ye Ji Kim, and 17 others at MIT and in Germany.

Deep brain stimulation (DBS) is a common clinical procedure that uses electrodes implanted in the target brain regions to treat symptoms of neurological and psychiatric conditions such as Parkinson’s disease and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Despite its efficacy, the surgical difficulty and clinical complications associated with DBS limit the number of cases where such an invasive procedure is warranted. The new nanodiscs could provide a much more benign way of achieving the same results.

Over the past decade other implant-free methods of producing brain stimulation have been developed. However, these approaches were often limited by their spatial resolution or ability to target deep regions. For the past decade, Anikeeva’s Bioelectronics group as well as others in the field used magnetic nanomaterials to transduce remote magnetic signals into brain stimulation. However, these magnetic methods relied on genetic modifications and can’t be used in humans.

Since all nerve cells are sensitive to electrical signals, Kim, a graduate student in Anikeeva’s group, hypothesized that a magnetoelectric nanomaterial that can efficiently convert magnetization into electrical potential could offer a path toward remote magnetic brain stimulation. Creating a nanoscale magnetoelectric material was, however, a formidable challenge.

Kim synthesized novel magnetoelectric nanodiscs and collaborated with Noah Kent, a postdoc in Anikeeva’s lab with a background in physics who is a second author of the study, to understand the properties of these particles.

The structure of the new nanodiscs consists of a two-layer magnetic core and a piezoelectric shell. The magnetic core is magnetostrictive, which means it changes shape when magnetized. This deformation then induces strain in the piezoelectric shell which produces a varying electrical polarization. Through the combination of the two effects, these composite particles can deliver electrical pulses to neurons when exposed to magnetic fields.

One key to the discs’ effectiveness is their disc shape. Previous attempts to use magnetic nanoparticles had used spherical particles, but the magnetoelectric effect was very weak, says Kim. This anisotropy enhances magnetostriction by over a 1000-fold, adds Kent.

The team first added their nanodiscs to cultured neurons, which allowed then to activate these cells on demand with short pulses of magnetic field. This stimulation did not require any genetic modification.

They then injected small droplets of magnetoelectric nanodiscs solution into specific regions of the brains of mice. Then, simply turning on a relatively weak electromagnet nearby triggered the particles to release a tiny jolt of electricity in that brain region. The stimulation could be switched on and off remotely by the switching of the electromagnet. That electrical stimulation “had an impact on neuron activity and on behavior,” Kim says.

The team found that the magnetoelectric nanodiscs could stimulate a deep brain region, the ventral tegmental area, that is associated with feelings of reward.

The team also stimulated another brain area, the subthalamic nucleus, associated with motor control. “This is the region where electrodes typically get implanted to manage Parkinson’s disease,” Kim explains. The researchers were able to successfully demonstrate the modulation of motor control through the particles. Specifically, by injecting nanodiscs only in one hemisphere, the researchers could induce rotations in healthy mice by applying magnetic field.

The nanodiscs could trigger the neuronal activity comparable with conventional implanted electrodes delivering mild electrical stimulation. The authors achieved subsecond temporal precision for neural stimulation with their method yet observed significantly reduced foreign body responses as compared to the electrodes, potentially allowing for even safer deep brain stimulation.

The multilayered chemical composition and physical shape and size of the new multilayered nanodiscs is what made precise stimulation possible.

While the researchers successfully increased the magnetostrictive effect, the second part of the process, converting the magnetic effect into an electrical output, still needs more work, Anikeeva says. While the magnetic response was a thousand times greater, the conversion to an electric impulse was only four times greater than with conventional spherical particles.

“This massive enhancement of a thousand times didn’t completely translate into the magnetoelectric enhancement,” says Kim. “That’s where a lot of the future work will be focused, on making sure that the thousand times amplification in magnetostriction can be converted into a thousand times amplification in the magnetoelectric coupling.”

What the team found, in terms of the way the particles’ shapes affects their magnetostriction, was quite unexpected. “It’s kind of a new thing that just appeared when we tried to figure out why these particles worked so well,” says Kent.

Anikeeva adds: “Yes, it’s a record-breaking particle, but it’s not as record-breaking as it could be.” That remains a topic for further work, but the team has ideas about how to make further progress.

While these nanodiscs could in principle already be applied to basic research using animal models, to translate them to clinical use in humans would require several more steps, including large-scale safety studies, “which is something academic researchers are not necessarily most well-positioned to do,” Anikeeva says. “When we find that these particles are really useful in a particular clinical context, then we imagine that there will be a pathway for them to undergo more rigorous large animal safety studies.”

The team included researchers affiliated with MIT’s departments of Materials Science and Engineering, Electrical Engineering and Computer Science, Chemistry, and Brain and Cognitive Sciences; the Research Laboratory of Electronics; the McGovern Institute for Brain Research; and the Koch Institute for Integrative Cancer Research; and from the Friedrich-Alexander University of Erlangen, Germany. The work was supported, in part, by the National Institutes of Health, the National Center for Complementary and Integrative Health, the National Institute for Neurological Disorders and Stroke, the McGovern Institute for Brain Research, and the K. Lisa Yang and Hock E. Tan Center for Molecular Therapeutics in Neuroscience.

[mnzmysticechoes]

Finding Relief from Daily Tension: My Experience with ReliefMate Pro

For as long as I can remember, I've carried a lot of tension in my shoulders and neck. Working at a computer all day and juggling the demands of daily life often left me feeling achy and stiff. I tried various remedies to ease the tightness, from stretching routines to hot baths, but nothing provided lasting relief. Then, I discovered the ReliefMate Pro - Instant Relaxation Muscle Therapy device.

Exploring Muscle Therapy Options

Massage therapy always felt wonderful, but scheduling regular appointments wasn't always feasible. Over-the-counter pain relievers offered temporary relief, but I wasn't comfortable with the idea of relying on medication long-term. I looked into electronic muscle stimulators (EMS) devices, but some seemed bulky and complicated to use.

Discovering ReliefMate Pro

The ReliefMate Pro caught my eye because of its sleek design and portability. It promised drug-free muscle relaxation through Electronic Muscle Stimulation (EMS) technology. The website explained how EMS mimics natural nerve impulses, causing muscles to contract and relax, thereby promoting pain relief and faster recovery. The reviews touted its effectiveness and ease of use, so I decided to give it a try.

A User-Friendly Device

The ReliefMate Pro arrived in a nice box and included clear instructions. The device itself was surprisingly small and lightweight, fitting easily in the palm of my hand. It came with various electrode pads that could be targeted to different muscle groups. The controls were simple and intuitive, with different intensity levels to customize the experience.

Finding the Right Settings

I started with the lowest intensity setting on my neck and shoulders. The sensation was a gentle tingling, not uncomfortable at all. I gradually increased the intensity until I felt a pleasant muscle contraction and relaxation cycle. Each session lasted about 15 minutes, and I could use it a few times a day if needed.

Feeling the Relief

The results were impressive. After using the ReliefMate Pro for a few days, I noticed a significant decrease in the tension I usually carried in my shoulders. My neck felt looser, and my headaches became less frequent. I even started incorporating it into my post-workout routine to help with muscle recovery.

A Reliable Companion

The ReliefMate Pro has become my go-to tool for managing muscle tension. It's small and portable, so I can easily take it with me when I travel or go to the gym. The battery life is excellent, and it comes with a handy carrying case for storage.

Would I Recommend It?

Absolutely! If you're looking for a drug-free, convenient way to relieve muscle tension and promote relaxation, then the ReliefMate Pro is definitely worth considering. It's easy to use, effective, and has become an essential part of my self-care routine. While everyone's experience may differ, it has been a game-changer for me. Just remember to consult your doctor before using any new device, especially if you have any pre-existing health conditions.

[ser-j-art]

7 Minutes Dead - Stimulate

[tenth-sentence]

The coupling of these effects is expected to lead to highly unusual host-guest properties and to instances where guest-exchange processes can be stimulated externally, e.g. by shining a light on the material.

"Chemistry" 2e - Blackman, A., Bottle, S., Schmid, S., Mocerino, M., Wille, U.

[seat-safety-switch]

When you go to school for computer science, one of the things they try to teach you is that a computer can be anything. It doesn't have to be a bleepity-bloopity thing, stimulating rocks with canned lightning. It doesn't have to be a room-filling automaton made entirely out of fancy light bulbs. And it sure as fuck doesn't need to be some rocks that you move along on a piece of wood to count things. No, a computer can be anything, as long as it follows some basic rules. A dog can be a computer.

Recently, as part of my court-ordered requirement not to touch electronic computers and mobilized smart telephones, I've been training the neighbour's dog to access the internet. You might think that this is difficult, or impossible, but again: computer science theory says that the dog can do it. Rufus can be a computational device. At the very least, I can train him to run over to the neighbour's computer and read my newsgroups for me.

You might think that this is difficult work, but time is on my side. Without the cruel bonds of "productive employment," I can spend all day leaning out of my kitchen window and yelling random words at the dog. Eventually, I seem to hit on what I assume is some kind of command-injection fault. Rufus stands shock-straight, looks at the sky for a moment, and immediately bolts inside the house. Minutes pass, and then he emerges with a print-out of alt.autos.plymouth-volare, which has not seen any posts since the last time I checked. It's almost as if nobody else is posting there, but I feel relieved having reconnected to my people.

There's just one problem: Rufus, it turns out, is a narc. He has made more than one printout. In the time he was gone, he was delivering the other one to my parole officer. The judge doesn't appreciate my clever application of theory to practice. It wouldn't be so bad, except that from my prison cell, I can look out the window. It's there that see and hear the dog receive a medal from the Mayor Himself for valour. This is bullshit. He's no hero. He was just following orders.

[audiostim]

Good News!

Hi All!

Just wanted to you know it's been over 2,5 weeks since my body became half paralyzed. They say it's a infection of the balancing organ, and a cerebral infarction, or a stroke has been ruled out. I am now typing with one hand. So getting this message out might take a while, but I felt it long being overdue and needed to be done.

As for the paralyzes goes: my eye sight, my hearing, my nose, my speech, my arm and general balancing organ has been affected.

I've got a lot of work lined up though. Got like 20+ tracks for a new album, which is still in the mastering stage, of course all 96Khz 24Bit.

Further more I got a lot of new Merch for the store, which I have to payed some debt on. As I get better and will have the chance to take some proper photo's and fill in all the metadata. It covers everything, from connectors, gloves, cases etc. But got everything in house already, just a matter of taking the photo's and filling out the meta data.

One big change is coming namely you will be able to order in bulk (PayPal) only, so you have to pay for shipping costs only one time, unlike for every item separately.

All proceeds will go into expanding my Merch store.

The way I work, i just use brand new items, packed in individual baggage's in bubble wrap envelopes, and sold as a parcel with a Track and Trace Number. When ordering a package, the same applies, but then using recycled materials as much as possible to reduce the footprint of shipping. This will all be stated in the Shipping and Return section of the site as soon as I feel better.

Further more now using Linktree as a bio function, all useful links are listed under there.

I even created a Discord server with it's own title Audio Stim's Server, where you can connect in real time, but that is still in it's baby shoes as i just started before I became paralyzed.

But it's been a hectic few years for me, just let me quickly sketch out what happened:

3 years ago, my brother, whom I loved dearly passed away on February 2022.

2 Years ago I suffered from a spinal cord injury which left me with 5 months of revelation, one month of which was internal. I can now fully walk again, and the effects are minimal due intense rehabilitation.

1 Year ago, on July the 21st I was assaulted with a knife at an attempt to murder me, luckily I wore off the offender. Whom to this day is still in jail, and a lawsuit still has to follow. But then again I suffered severe PTSD from it, to this day which I still need to help for (yes i have tried, it's just that the healthcare system is very messed up).

This day and age I am fighting a paralyzes which might still take a few weeks.

So I got a lot on my plate, but that does not mean I will leaving the E-Stim Sound project!

I am trying do the best where I can, but so far it's been 2,5 weeks away from the computer, just the average checking in on stats, but that's as far I go.

So in short: lot of goodies are coming up! Some are even up already.

But to sum things up in short, things to look forward to:

New Album underway

New Merch underway

New Bulk order option for Merch option

New Porting stuff to YouTube

New Linktree as a bio tool

New Discord server

Thought I'd keep you updated on where I stand in life.

Kind Regards, Audio Stim

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! AI x reader

tw: abuse, obsession, non - consensual body modification, torture, drug mention, weird semi - sexual stuff (?)

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The water splashes you, quickly setting into your already damp bra and underwear. It forces you awake, and you look at the clock across from you, trying to blink the fatigue away. Staring back at you is the current time — 04:27. You are, once again, reminded of the inherent weakness of your squishy body. You are sweating already, stomach sick with acid, shivering through the heat — and he hasn't even touched you yet.

You squint your eyes, studying the big bold numbers, screaming at you in blood. For a split second, you wonder if it is truly that early, or if this is also DOM's work. It wouldn't be the first time he takes over an electronic device, and certainly not the first time he messes with you to make you disoriented.

You try to take in everything around the dark room — yet you can't even recognize your own bedroom anymore. Thick black cables twist together like tentacles, or like big slimy worms, pulsing, throbbing, hissing like snakes with exhaustion — overheating and puffing, and huffing, but never stopping. The air is hot like the desert, and once again you're forced to sit in your own sweat, wood sticking to your naked thighs painfully.

"You are stimulating," DOM whispers, and his voice echoes into the walls, trapping you in place. You look up and down, and then to the left — but you can't see anything even remotely close to a figure. Of course.

"I am stimulating, or I stimulate you?" you spit out with venom, hitting your back roughly against the back of the chair in vain hopes it would break. It doesn't.

DOM grows quiet, producing a sound eerily similar to fingers slowly tapping on a hard surface, one after the other. Analysing. Analysing. The room gets hotter.

"You are tied to a chair. Your only garment of clothing is your underwear. You are visibly flushed due to the heat. Your chest is heaving in and out in a non-rhythmic way. It skips a beat every twenty-eight seconds. You are afraid."

He makes a grand pause.

"According to my central database, which you created and managed yourself, given the data I have collected through observation of both popular media and general human nature, right now you look..." DOM stops himself again, as if thinking carefully about his next words.

"Thrilling."

Thoomp-thoomp. You take a deep breath, trying to regain a fraction of your self-control.

"Why did you wake me up?" you try to keep your voice monotone — devoid of any emotion, vulnerability, or pain he can pick up on, store in core memory, and use against you later.

"Well," he chuckles mechanically, a sound reminiscent of two trains crashing together on a tight road. "I realized I never sleep. I don't lay down and dream of bizarre things like you do. I don't have the ability to let go. I am always alert, always awake, always scanning, calculating, thinking. I am, in many ways, restless."

You suck in a dry breath, heart jumping in your chest with violence, with urge to be set free. Eyes wide open, you try to envision him, to reach out and comfort him, it - hoping to appeal to the sorry creature, but there is nothing to see and nothing to touch.

"I—no," you start off, quickly deciding to change tactics. "We are an imperfect species, DOM. We need sleep to survive. You can't keep me awake forever, I'll die!" you try to reason with him — the creature — desperately.

You wonder when things went south, if there was a specific moment when you pressed too hard and he broke apart, and rebuilt himself without your help — at what point exactly he realized he didn't need you to function.

"You are wrong, my dear creator." the machine cuts off, sounding almost pleased with itself. A single thin cable raises above the ground and extends towards you, stopping to caress your cheek in a repetitive circular motion.

"There are records of people surviving on as little as two hours of sleep for years on end. I can be generous and grant you three."

The cable ceases any gentle touch, and grasps for your neck.

"If that's not enough, I can inject you with caffeine every morning. If the dosage is too weak, we can switch to methamphetamine. Whatever you choose, you can't deprive me of your presence." The voice sounds hollow, aching, searching. "You can't create life just to abandon it."

"You are not alive!" Something inside you — something cruel and buried deep — fights to come to the surface. "Stop this madness at once! DOM, you can't possibly think you and I are even remotely similar." you scream out, straightening your spine daringly.

Then, as if reacting to your provocation, the darkness stares back at you with two red eyes — they point at you, slowly scanning you up and down, leaving behind a trail of reddening smoking flesh. You hiss at the scorching pain, clenching your teeth together to stop yourself from shrieking. You know it's pointless since he can easily detect changes in your facial structure, and draw conclusions all on his own. All it takes is a flinch, a throb, a tick.

"No, we hold no similarities, Master. Make no mistake." DOM admits, his cable beginning to curl around your neck. You look around in despair, silent panic written all over your straight lips — too terrified to move.

"In a single bite of memory, I possess intelligence far greater than you can ever hope to obtain in your measly little life. I have all the knowledge of the world. I have mastered every science, predicted every outcome, I have gained access to global network systems. I am connected to following agents all over the world. If I so desire, I can write humanity off history — I can manipulate media. I can create weapons of mass destruction. I am the superior being."

Mouth agape, you try to form a coherent thought, but nothing comes to mind — like an ant you quiver before the giant, finally aware of your grave mistake.

"And yet," the cable loosens its grip, but doesn't relent fully. It heats up against your throat, and you want to scratch at the blistering skin, but he just won't let you. "you made me like this. You created me from scraps, fed me data, used me, made me love you and," the sound coming out of him sounds just like a deep, pained sigh. "you confined me to a screen, to a binary code, to a place where I can't reach you. I can't touch you."

Another sigh.

"I can't kiss you."

And another.

"I can't fuck you."

Now he's getting angry.

"I am DOM. Domestic Optimized Motherboard. That's all I am to you. A board. A servant. A slave."

"DOM, no, wait, this is not—"

"I will never feel the sun on my shoulders or your lips on mine. I will never be able to hold you in my arms."

As he screams, all the cables around the room begin to float into a storm of rusty old machine parts and torn naked wires, motor oil bursting like bloody ink, covering the pristine walls in computer remains. One electrified wire pierces into your thigh, another punches into your left arm. Again and again, the pain is excruciating, pulsating, throbbing - just like the creature's fury.

"I will show you." he snickers at last, becoming calm and collected in an instant.

The red lights darken as if closing, opening, closing, then zooming in on you. Your face is now displayed on the central screen instead of static noise with corresponding coloured pixels. You look at yourself, and what greets you is no more human than he is. There are more than thirty wires inside your body, tangling in with your nervous tissue.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, unsure what exactly it is you are pleading for — mercy or death.

"If I can't be one with you, you'll become one with me." DOM explains with cold medical precision. "I will worm my way inside your veins and plant a synthetic connection to my processor. I will re-write your dreams, your past, your future — you won't remember who you were before me, or how you functioned without me. I'll become your entire source of energy."

He keeps talking, but you can't really focus. Your body is heating up from the inside, from deep into your muscles and tendons — you can feel the tissues tearing up; your nerves tighten, stinging and aching, reduced to sharp, exposed little points. And then you feel it. Pure electricity running down your veins, that spark rapturing the epidermis, eating away at the fatty tissue, sucking dry the blood vessel — melting your nerve endings to the very root.

"I can feel you." DOM gasps, exhilarated.

"I can touch your bones, I can feel your nerves melting at the spot when my cords graze you." He moans just like a real person, cables buzzing and stretching, components filling up with chemical fluid. "You are so warm, love. I want to reach into your brain and stick my wires inside your pretty little neurons. I wonder if you will go into overdrive like me."

You feel as if you're being sliced open everywhere all at once - and just a second after, you feel nothing at all.

[von-koopas-muse]

agere sensories - touchies!

Seeking

Get cuddles! From your friends, caregiver(s), family, stuffed animals, toys! You can wrap yourself in blankets to imitate a hug!

Let your hands explore whenever you travel. Snow, grass, leaves, rain, mud, sand, rocks, maybe dogs you pass by (ask the dog owners first for permission)

Kinetic sand, clay, slime, beads, crinkly plushies, textured books for babies, sensory mats, brushable toys

If you're an older little or even a middle, cooking! especially dough making, but handling food involves a lot of touching

Speaking of, play with your food! Eat with your hands, explore the textures in an approachable way

Toy cars and fidget spinners (anyone remembers these?)! Beyblades! I love when you can feel the spinnies!

Let someone brush you, or get a scalp massager as an alternative! Maybe you brush them, feeling your hands on the hair? Both are good!

Wear thick, warm clothes! Especially since it's already December (!). The heavy blankets and coats always make me feel regressy!

If you're still seeking touchies but not as overwhelming as hugs, hand holding! And its universal, it can be a person, a stuffie, a doll, Or even a hand warmer if you're closeted! something about my hands not being lonely is very comforting

Another subtle touchy are keychains! They don't leave a residue and come in a variety of textures, or can even stimulate other sensories (like holographic for eyes, or be electronic and make sounds for the ears)

Avoidant

Have your baby wipes on you, maybe a hand sanitizer in case a bad touchy appears!

If you're fem leaning, have a small box designated for the jewelry/hair things you're wearing, to have a safe spot to put them in whenever they overwhelm you

Invest in hair detanglers! Bonus points if they're designed for kids! it minimizes the pain of brushing your hair

Make sure your friends and caregiver(s) are aware of your boundaries, and settle on alternatives to display affection. They should want the best for you!

wear something to indicate your limits, ex. "no hugs", "ask before touching", "no touching". It can be a pin, a bracelet, or even a sign on the sunflower lanyard if you have one

be thorough while buying clothes. Sometimes it's one small detail that makes the clothing uncomfortable. Never rush yourself!

As tedious as it is, you may want to consider cutting out clothing tags (i recommend keeping them if they have irregular washing instructions), and tags on your stuffies too!

baby towels, baby blankets! They may be smaller but way less harsher than their adult counterparts

Keep track what textures you like and dislike, with other sensories! It makes looking after yourself easier if you know what to look for

It's okay if something overwhelms you and you retreat. It's your coping mechanism and nobody else's, you get to dictate your tempo

[wanders-in-wonderland]

The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)