Early Bird Sneak Peek: “You and Me Against the World”!

October 29, 2020

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Under My Skin”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “You and Me Against the World” (MC FF CB)!

There’s been a secret conspiracy brewing, a plot against superheroes from WildRose to Adventure Girl to Madame Macabre. Jace Andron tried to warn against it, Azure nearly lost herself to it… now, the will of the universe is finally leading Epiphany and the Dilettante to uncover its true architect. But can even the universe stand against this danger? Here’s a taste:

The woman looked up, a patina of mystic indifference fading from her eyes as she finally noticed the pair. “Oh, hi, yes, welcome to Powell’s,” she said, a tinge of momentary confusion in her voice as she tried to reconcile her memory of being by herself with the sudden presence of two unusually-dressed women directly in front of her. “I’m Penny. How can I help you today?”

Epiphany opened her mouth, not really sure what she was going to ask until she heard herself say it. “Please don’t be concerned about your secret identity,” she said, surprising even herself–she had no idea who the brunette woman was, or even what kind of identity she might be trying to protect. But the universe was in charge of this particular interview, not Ursula Shipton, and it had a very clear and distinct idea of what she needed to say to get the responses she needed to hear. “We’ve cast a mystic veil over this area, and your secrets are safe with us.”

Penny’s response was equally surprising. “Oh, fuck. It’s you.” She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as if imploring the heavens to provide her with spiritual fortitude. “You’re that what’s-her-name chick, right? Terpsichore or something? The one who always does the random weird shit and always turns out to be right about everything. Okay, yes, fine, I’m a superhero and you found that out with magic, and now you need me to go off to the land of Narnia and go on a mystical quest for you for the Chaos Emerald or some shit, right? Because Blippo the Talking Frog told you I was needed, and you can’t ignore Blippo’s sage counsel, right?”

She sighed, her momentary burst of frustrating subsiding into resigned acceptance. “Sorry, it’s just… I hate getting pulled into weird shit. Some days you just want to drop through the skylight and punch nine kinds of fuck out of a mob boss without having to worry about quantum doppelgangers and genetically engineered sex drugs, you know? Anyway. What is it this time?”

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Happy Everafter in Your Eyes”!

October 21, 2020

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Kiss on the Neck”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA (although due to Simon’s well-earned vacation, it’ll only appear on Literotica this week). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Happy Everafter in Your Eyes” (MC MF MD)!

Everybody has a moment that means the world to them when they think of their special someone. Sometimes it’s a wedding day, sometimes it’s love at first sight, sometimes it’s a silly little moment that doesn’t mean anything outside of the context of the relationship. But it’s that single instant where they thought of the person they loved and knew that this was it. This was forever.

This is the story of that moment for Amber. It may not be the kind of love other people have, and it may not be the moment that other people would expect. But this is the instant she chose to become Derek’s slave. Forever. Here’s a taste:

Thankfully, Derek was waiting for her down in baggage claim. She tugged the suitcase onto its wheels and started walking, balancing precariously in her six-inch heels. She’d practiced in her apartment, of course, spending hours walking back and forth across the hardwood floors while training her ass to accommodate her princess plug. But the airport had carpeting, and people crossing in front of her and behind her, and in just a few short minutes Derek was going to see her in her pretty pink dress and her pretty pink shoes and her pretty pink lipstick and what was he going to think if she couldn’t even walk straight for him?

He was going to think she was a good girl, Amber reminded herself. He was going to think he was a good girl because he always thought she was a good girl, because she tried hard and she wanted to belong to him. That was what was important. That was what mattered. She wanted to be his, she wanted to be open and receptive to his programming and on the days when her body didn’t always measure up to her fantasies, he sent her pictures of cuddling cats and reminded her that he had chosen her out of all the women in the world to submit to him. That helped a lot, even when the mantras didn’t.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Few Reassuring Words for the New Folks

October 18, 2020

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One of the reasonably nice things about being active in the hypnokink community to some degree for about twenty years is that to a certain extent, I’m one of the early stops for people who are just getting interested in erotic mind control both as a fetish and an actual practice. I’m not saying I’m an expert or anything, but I have been doing this for long enough that I’m glad people see my stuff early on and get a pretty good grounding in basic consent and ethics (and hear me recommend better people to teach them more, like Wiseguy or Lady Ru’etha or Lee Allure or Ella Enchanting).

And luckily, there are always new people discovering this kink! So if you’re one of the more recent converts to hypnofetish stuff, here are a few things to reassure you about worries you may be having.

Is hypnosis even real? Yes. This used to be a bit more of a topic of debate than it is now – back when the EEG was the best tool we had to measure the brain’s activity, people would point to studies that showed no difference between an EEG of a person who’s awake and one who’s in trance. But now that we’ve got more sophisticated instruments, we can say for sure that the brain behave differently when under hypnosis (here’s a Stanford study that’s just one example). So you can rest assured that it’s not just your imagination, it’s something that’s genuinely happening.

Can I be hypnotized? Yes. The Stanford study I just linked to does say that only about ten percent of the populace is “highly hypnotizable”, but there are two important things to realize about that statistic. First, it’s taken using a standard induction that researchers applied to all of their test subjects, and one of the things we know about hypnosis is that different people respond better to different techniques (this is why we have so many hypnokink cons, to learn all sorts of cool ways to hypnotize people!) Saying that only ten percent of people are very hypnotizable is like going around the neighborhood with a skeleton key and returning the result that only ten percent of doors are ‘highly unlockable’.

Second, going into trance is just as much of a skill as hypnotizing someone. As you practice, you’re going to get better and better at focusing your mind, and hypnosis is really just relaxation and focus. (Some add “disassociation” to that, the sense that what’s happening isn’t really happening to you, but that usually comes along pretty naturally once you achieve the other two.) So even if you’re not very hypnotizable at first, as you work with a hypnotist, you’ll get better at it just like any other skill.

Is it safe? In most senses of the word ‘safe’, absolutely. It’s physically very safe; you can’t get stuck in hypnosis (you’ll either wake up or fall asleep) and absent a few obviously unsafe practices like trying to operate heavy machinery while hypnotized you’re unlikely to do anything that risks injury. There is a risk of accidentally stirring up some intense emotions in the course of a hypnosis session, and those can be more vivid than usual because a lot of your coping mechanisms aren’t really available to you; these are called “abreactions”, and you should probably talk to your hypnotist to see how they would respond if you experienced one. But these aren’t unsafe, just unpleasant.

Can I be made to do something I don’t want to? This is a slightly tricky question, because “I don’t want to” is kind of a mutable concept even before hypnosis gets involved. There are lots of things we’re conflicted about doing, especially in the realm of kink and sex – you might have a fantasy that’s exhilaratingly hot but kind of intimidating, and you have to kind of make yourself do it. If you’re hypnotized, it might be easier to do it because the part of you that’s worried is disengaged from the situation. That can be very hot, but it can also leave you waking up with the feeling that you did something you didn’t really want to do. It’s important to really get to know your hypnotist, establish your hard and soft limits right away, and never negotiate while in a trance or immediately after one when you might still be a little bit fuzzy. And if there’s anything that makes you feel uncomfortable and your hypnotist doesn’t commit themselves to addressing it, it’s okay to walk away and find someone else.

Are you sure I can be hypnotized? Absolutely. Lots of people worry about this, especially at the beginning when they’re not seeing big obvious signs of trance like they see in the videos on the Internet, but hypnosis doesn’t always look like that. Sometimes it can be very subtle, especially at first. Look for things like time dilation, the sense that things are either speeding up or slowing down, as a first sign that you’re experiencing a real trance state, and allow yourself to progress from there. Remember, there are no failures in hypnosis, only degrees of success. I hope that helps!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Recurring Dream”!

October 14, 2020

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Rabbit Hole”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Recurring Dream” (MC MF MD)!

Nancy’s having that same old dream again. It’s the dream she has all the time since moving into her new apartment, the dream where she dreams that she’s not dreaming at all and she’s really being turned into a mindless, obedient slut by a post-hypnotic trigger that makes her believe she’s dreaming. But luckily, that’s all just a dream… isn’t it? Here’s a taste:

It was so comforting, that wonderful flash of insight that swept through her when she heard those words from whichever stranger decided to visit her in her dreams. It was like falling asleep all over again, her muscles suddenly melting like warm butter into loose, liquid relaxation as she sagged onto the couch or the bed or sometimes just slumped to the floor in a drowsy faint. All that fear went away in an instant, replaced by sleepy, warm peace and pleasure that filled her tired brain and felt all the more better for its contrast against the bewildered dread she’d been experiencing just moments ago. Nancy was dreaming again. It was all just a dream. She was sound asleep and she could relax and let events unfold without any worry at all.

Today, it was her landlord sitting down next to her on the couch, gently helping her into an upright position so that she could reach down and languorously pull her shirt up and over her head to reveal her smooth pale skin. Nancy almost wanted to apologize for her pooched belly and pasty complexion, but then she remembered that all this was nothing but a dream. She didn’t have to be ashamed of her body in dreams. She could feel wanted, desired, even lusted over. She could enjoy the hunger in her landlord’s gaze, the excitement in his warm, trembling fingers as he undid her bra and cupped her heavy breasts in his hands. She could relax into the hot, tingling pleasure of his thumbs flicking her stiff nipples and dream the day away.

“That’s it,” he murmured softly, his voice a husky growl in her ears. “Deeper and deeper into peaceful sleep for me now.” It reminded Nancy of the first time she had this dream, a few years ago when she first moved into the apartment. That was the weirdest one, the one that still came back to her sometimes when she was daydreaming on the bus or distracted at work or simply lost in thought in her own comfortable bed. The dream where he hypnotized her.

Hope you enjoy it!

The Explicit Pictures FAQ

October 11, 2020

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I am still hearing, even on my various vanilla accounts, about people receiving unsolicited pictures of other people’s genitals – penises, vaginas, mostly penises, some vaginas, a truly horrifying amount of penises, you get the idea. So I thought I might take a moment to go through the questions surrounding this somewhat controversial topic. Sound good? Excellent! Let’s begin.

Q: When is it okay to send unsolicited pictures of my genitalia to a stranger?

A: NEVER.

Q: But what if –

A: Nope.

Q: But I –

A: Nope.

Q: But they’re –

A: Nope.

Q: Are you even going to let me finish my sen-

A: Nope. Look, it’s really really really simple. It is never, ever, ever okay to do this. No matter how much you like them. Not even if they’re a sex worker. Not even if they regularly display their own bodies on social media. Not even if you have the most beautiful and impressive body of anyone anywhere ever. It’s just not okay to send someone pictures of your naked body without enthusiastic consent.

Now, if you want to create an account on social media that shows your naked body, and you make it clear in the description of the account that this is its purpose, then the people who opt in to viewing it are giving enthusiastic consent. Likewise, anyone who says publicly, “Hey, I like getting pictures of strangers’ junk, please send me your dick pics because that’s my fetish,” well, they’re offering enthusiastic consent. That’s fine. Message away. But otherwise, just DON’T.

Q: So I should ask first?

A: No. Don’t do that either.

Q: But you just said –

A: I said “enthusiastic consent”. Consent that is given simply to avoid conflict with someone who’s pressing the issue is not, by definition, enthusiastic, and it’s very difficult to know whether your requests are considered to be a form of social pressure by the person you’re talking to. Making a direct request, unless and until you know the other party well and understand their general attitude toward indulging exhibitionism, may get a “yes”… but it probably won’t be the good kind. It’ll be the “if I say yes, will you stop bugging me” kind, and that’s not okay.

Q: Then how do I know when it’s okay?

A: Listen. Most of the time, when you’re talking with someone who wants to see your naked body over the Internet, they’re going to show interest in a fairly clear and unambiguous way. They’re going to flirt, they’re going to let the conversation become more sexual, they’re probably going to talk about things like exchanging naked pictures in an open and enthusiastic way, and they’re going to let you know long before it happens that they’re amenable to a request of that nature. If they don’t – and especially if you’re talking to them in a non-sexual context – don’t ask. And don’t try to steer the conversation to sex to give yourself an excuse to ask, either. It’s skeevy and uncomfortable.

Q: But what if all our conversations are non-sexual?

A: Then it’s probably not a person who needs to see your naked body. If you’ve gone three or four separate, distinct occasions of talking to someone and there’s been no interest in any kind of sex on their part, then you are looking at someone who pretty much doesn’t think of you that way. That’s okay. You can have, y’know, friends. Who haven’t seen your penis or vagina. This is, in fact, a good 90% of the interactions in human history (I hope).

Q: So I should only show my naked body to people who genuinely, enthusiastically want to see it and are expressing interest in that in a spontaneous and unambiguous way?

A: Exactly. You’d be amazed at how many of them there are out there. If you really want to find some, you can start a social media account, make it clear in the description that it’s going to be pictures of your genitals, don’t include a photo in the description or header, and post to it regularly. You’ll probably find within a few days that you’ve got all the interest you can handle and then some. And if you get unwanted pictures of other people’s bodies in return, or requests to send same that are making you uncomfortable, well… show them this FAQ. And hopefully they’ll listen too.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Kimiko’s Dream House”!

October 8, 2020

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Language Barrier”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Kimiko’s Dream House” (MC FF)!

Kimiko’s house hunting isn’t exactly going like she hoped. She’s spending more time with her realtor Lori than with her best friends, and she’s seen the inside of so many houses they’re all blending together into one big blur. Luckily Lori is always there to help keep her on track, and to show her all the wonderful amenities of all those big empty houses far away from any nosy neighbors. Here’s a taste:

Kimiko realized she’d just been standing there, holding Lori’s hand loosely, lips parted vacantly as she stared into the middle distance and lost herself woolgathering. “I, um, yes. Yes, of course. My dream house. Yes.” She didn’t remember any of it, not really, but she couldn’t exactly admit to Lori that she’d been wasting most of the professional realtor’s time these last few months. It seemed rude–certainly the middle-aged woman had better things to do than drive a complete stranger around every afternoon and show her houses that faded out of her brain the second she left them, especially when Kimiko had a perfectly good apartment she was in no danger of losing. She was probably costing Lori money.

But the gorgeous, perfectly composed redhead seemed anything but upset by Lori’s indecisiveness. If anything, she seemed positively thrilled to spend time in Kimiko’s company. “That’s exactly it!” she beamed, giving Kimiko’s hand a gentle squeeze. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You’re in your dream house.” She led Kimiko through the kitchen to the smaller foyer near the back door, then up the broad staircase that led up to the second level. “You’re in your dream house right now, Kimi, and you know what that means, don’t you?”

Kimiko’s eyes crossed for a moment as she tried to figure out not just the answer, but the meaning of the question itself. Lori sounded so perfectly confident that Kimiko would know just what it meant to be in her dream house that it almost seemed to bewilder the young woman further. It was like they were sharing a private joke just between the two of them that Kimiko somehow managed to not be in on, which seemed downright impossible. It only fed deeper into her sense of disorientation, as though the expected response had somehow vanished into the same void of endless, repetitive sameness as all of the trips to all of the houses they kept going to. Her brain had simply been numbed to it all. She was fully reliant on Lori to do the thinking for her.

It took almost until they were at the top of the stairs for Kimiko to realize that while her mind had been lost in pondering the question, her lips had answered for her. “It means I’m dreaming,” she heard herself responding in a dazed, vacant monotone, the words almost entirely filtered out by her consciousness if not for a tiny nagging sense of familiarity to them that made Kimiko think twice about what she was saying. Or in this case, just the once. Because she hadn’t been thinking about them at all when she said them.

Hope you enjoy it!

The Importance of Story Holes

October 4, 2020

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I recently received a kind of lengthy comment on one of my stories over at Literotica (“Tabula Rasa”). The response it required is a little bit more involved than I could do with just a reply comment, so I figured I’d take a moment to respond to it here. The comment is as follows:

This is why I don’t read your stories any more. Not because of their quality – excellent prose, excellent narrative, hook, characters, all of it. You’re a great writer. But because you only ever do one-offs, or almost only.

What I want is for this to have a happy ending, where she is able to tap into an untouched part of her mind and get her life back, her memory, her family and friends. A struggle, but one she overcomes. But I think this might have the worst ending.

I worry that this story has a bad ending, where she never really regains her memories, and everyone who knew her mourns her, and she grows old and dies having forever lost her identity. But that wouldn’t be the worst ending.

I feel a worse ending would be where they do make progress, and they’re about to get her back – but the doctor, who is “safe”, breaks out, and deletes all resistance, all who would oppose him, and then goes on to ruin more lives, while ruining Tabby all over again. But even that’s not the worst ending.

No, because of how you write, Jukebox, and while I have no evidence, I suspect it may be because of why you write… The worst ending, that I think this story will have, is no ending at all. This is all it will ever be.

So I’m going to go back to not reading your stories. No offence intended.

First, none taken! My attitude toward my own writing is the same as my attitude to everyone else’s. If you’re not getting what you want out of it, put it down and find something that makes you happy. Nobody should follow an artist out of a sense of obligation, and I sincerely hope that everyone who’s reading my work is doing so because they like it.

Second… I’ll be honest. I didn’t come up with any of those endings. Not even the “none at all” one, in fact. If you asked me to tell you where this story went after the words ‘THE END’, I’d probably come up with a pretty boring continuation; Tabby gets processed through the dull, bureaucratic classifications of government, maybe falls through the cracks and winds up dealing with people who take advantage of her eagerness to please once or twice, gets rescued from that fate by women like Ella Dandridge or by her friends and family, and gets therapy that – while never quite restoring her to the person she was – at least teaches her who that person was in a way that allows her to be someone who can think freely and be happy again. An approximation of Candace, if not the original remade.

But the reason I didn’t write it is, none of those other endings that this commenter describes would have existed if I’d written mine. My ending would have overwritten those others, taken them away from this person’s imagination and substituted a pretty dull story about a woman going through therapy and landing at a halfway house and then someday managing to get an apartment and a job and a checking account. If you want to understand why I don’t continue a story, it’s because I think it’s important to give the audience a chance to continue it themselves.

Stories are always more memorable, more personal and more deeply connected, if on some level they include the reader as a collaborator in creating the fiction. Writers leave those holes in the story the same way that artificial hips have little gaps for the bone to knit into – it makes them stronger and more a part of you, and less something that just sits there and runs the risk of coming loose. I want my stories to be a part of you. I want you to give your imagination a chance to weave in and out of mine, creating a version that’s unique to you. I think that’s the most wonderful part of both writing and reading, in some ways; everyone starts with the same story, but those tiny little differences in how we engage with the words on the page make something that’s all our own. And sometimes, that’s better than a sequel ever could be.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “I Can Prove You Wrong”!

October 1, 2020

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Xemplify”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “I Can Prove You Wrong” (MC MD MF)!

Lupita’s starting to get more than a little frustrated with her study partner and his continual insistence that he’s already hypnotized her on multiple occasions that she’s simply forgotten. She’s looking for a way to shove his smug words right back down his throat… but something about the way she chooses to do it doesn’t seem quite right. Here’s a taste:

I don’t know where he got the idea that he’s hypnotizing me from. I’ve never been hypnotized, by Luis or by anyone else. Maybe he was reading some kind of, of bullshit pick-up artist training manual and he thinks that any time a woman stops paying attention to him for five seconds she’s suddenly susceptible to suggestions? Or maybe it’s just some stupid teasing game he thinks will make me interested in him, like I’m his little sister on campus and at some point I’m just naturally going to graduate from tolerating his teasing to finding him irresistible. It doesn’t matter, really. He’s wrong whatever he’s thinking.

And unlike the shy, demure women he’s probably used to, I’m not afraid to say so. “Bullshit I was, asshole,” I snarl, baring my teeth in a smile that only the terminally inattentive would think was friendly. “I was fucking studying, not hypnotized. Remember studying? That thing we’re doing together because we’re both scraping by with a D minus in Camfield’s History of Science class?”

He chuckles. He actually fucking chuckles. I’m genuinely about ready to throw my textbook at him. “I’m not worried about Camfield,” he says, lacing his hands behind his head in confident nonchalance. “I’ll just hypnotize her into giving us a good grade. She’s even more of a pushover than you are, and she remembers it even less.” He gives me a little wink that makes my shoulders hunch up around my ears. “Not that it’s really possible for anyone to be a better subject than you are, Lupes. You’re always going to be my favorite.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for September 2020

September 27, 2020

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As with the rest of 2020, this was another month that went by in a blur of “what the serious fuck?” and was full of depressing shit, so I’m not going to dwell on it much beyond hoping that my stories are some small comfort to everyone else going through this miserable year. Let’s talk about something more fun now, shall we?

Questions 67 and 68: I like looking for titles that are a little unusual when I’m brainstorming, titles that make me ask myself what might be lying behind a phrase or a word. In this case, the clear implication was that questions 67 and 68 were important in some way, that they deserved special emphasis that put them front and center. So obviously I had to wonder what those questions were. And when it occurred to me that they revealed the obviously false nature of the testing scenario, the rest of it pretty much fell into place.

It wound up being about the closest I think I’ll ever come to overt humiliation play. That’s very much not my kink, but I did kind of come to understand the emotional catharsis that someone might get out of it – this is clearly one of Jennifer’s worst fears, something that’s been stressing her out non-stop, and to have it lived out in this absurd play-acted scenario by someone who then flips the script and reassures her in a very loving and caring way has to be good for that stress. It’s still not something I see myself doing, but I hope that people who are into this kind of scene saw this as something they enjoyed.

Vessel: I also admit loving titles that are single words with ambiguous meanings, just because I enjoy unraveling that ambiguity over the course of the story. “Vessel”, in particular, has so many connotations in my particular context that it’s very easy to work with – there’s possession, there’s the physical aspect of lovemaking in which one party is penetrated, et cetera et cetera. It’s also a very dehumanizing and depersonalizing term, two things which very much are my kinks.

I was very glad that as it crystallized into a superhero story, it gave me the opportunity to finally utilize a character I’d mentioned before and had perfectly formed in my head, The Criminal Element. I love the pun in his name, I love his powerset and the way it offers up so many opportunities for cool fights and villainous schemes, and I was really happy that it fit perfectly into my running storyarc of “a mysterious power-player makes an existing villain more dangerous in order to keep the heroes off-balance and distracted from their schemes”. Oh, and I also was really happy to bring back Azure. She’s such a glorious mess of a character.

Hang on to Your IQ: This is another one that had an instantly evocative title – the moment you picture one person saying it to another, at least in the context of hypnosis and mind control, you can readily imagine it to be spoken in a tone of almost cocky pride at the beginning of some kind of induction. From there it was really natural to imagine people who had a friendly rivalry over who could create the most hypnotic videos. And if they’re doing that, then they’re probably hypnofetishists and they’re probably masturbating to it all.

As much as I could probably have left it there – hypnosis and masturbation are fun in and of themselves – I did want to have some hint that there was brainwashing involved because in a fantasy, it’s fun to imagine your susceptibility to suggestions being used against you. But because I didn’t want it to be heavy-handed and dark in what’s otherwise a pretty light-hearted story, I left it ambiguous as to whether this was a real person sneaking into the chat to brainwash them all or just Trinh’s daydream.

Tabula Rasa: I have this thing about names that are also Latin terms describing the person in question – one of my older stories, “Take a Bow”, featured an assassin named Vita Brevis (“life is short”). So when I saw the Latin term for “blank slate”, it slotted perfectly into this weird little obsession and I knew who she was immediately and why I had to write about her.

The hardest part, honestly, was finding a place to stop. Because this is not a story that has a particularly sexual aspect, there’s not a natural climax (if you’ll pardon the pun) involving the culmination of a sexual act. The interview doesn’t have a natural end point to it, and it’s certainly not the conclusion of Tabby’s time in government custody (I’d imagine she probably spends years in the care of the mental health system, something I’ll discuss in more detail next week). So I found myself very much second-guessing the ending. But in some ways I think it’s okay to leave the reader with the impression that nothing’s been resolved, because it is that kind of messy situation where things very rarely are.

But this type of blog post always wraps up by reminding you that another month is now in the books, and that I’ll be back in another week with another post and in another month with another installment of Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Xpectation”!

September 24, 2020

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Tabula Rasa”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Xpectation” (MC MD FD MF)!

When the police arrive to investigate a drug dealer’s empty apartment, they’re pretty sure they know what they’ll find. They know who went in, they know who came out, and they’re very aware of Kev’s business dealing X. But it turns out that mistaken expectations can be very, very dangerous… here’s a taste.

“Let’s get some lights in here,” Malik said, directing two men to go back up for the heavy-duty floods they used for night operations. Inside his head, though, he was already frantically reworking his theories about what must have happened since the last time Undercover sent a man in. He’d need to figure it out fast, before his captain started asking awkward questions about why Malik ordered a full raid on an empty building with no Sarah Fuller, no Kevin Cooper, and no drugs on the premises outside of a hydroponic grow lab and three vape cartridges of X.

He reached down and brushed his light brown fingers against the floor, coming away with a trace of concrete dust. A few loose chunks of aggregate were scattered here and there; even though they’d already been kicked around by a number of police officers who had other things on their mind besides forensic contamination, it was pretty easy to tell that they spread out from the hole in the wall, not in. This wasn’t Kev’s private exit in the event of Shit Going Down, this was an entrance to… Malik took a whiff of the air flowing in from the hole, his nose wrinkling as the stench of human waste hit his nostrils. The sewer. And someone knocked it in. Great.

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