A Little Extra Love for “Naturally”

June 17, 2018

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I don’t think I’m any different from any other author out there in having a few stories that I really like that sometimes seem a bit… overlooked. Not disliked, necessarily, but just some stories out there that are personal favorites of mine that didn’t get the kind of enthusiastic response I was hoping for when I wrote them. I figured that since I do have a blog, I might take a little time and direct my readers’ attention to one or two of them every now and again, just to see if people might appreciate them more with a second glance. “Naturally” is one of those stories.

It’s a story I wrote just before the hiatus I took back in 2012, although I didn’t post it until after I came back, and I always thought I did a really good job of conveying the mind control without ever explicitly talking about it. In general, I love that kind of “would you kindly” conversational trigger, and I also love the slow-boil effect of working it into speech in normal-seeming ways to produce a gradual seduction. Aaron, the mind controller in the story, could absolutely have walked right in and said, “Naturally, you want to drop back into a mindless trance for me,” but that would have been kind of boring. If you’ve got someone who’s a toy, isn’t half the fun playing with them?

And I also love stories told from the point of view of a subject who’s oblivious to their own surrender. Writing those facile justifications for obedience is really squirm-inducingly hot; there’s just something so sexy about someone who doesn’t know they’re hypnotized coming up with perfectly innocent reasons to do everything they’re told, until the cumulative effect of all those triggers and commands overwhelms them and they stop thinking entirely. (There’s a certain debt of inspiration to Daphne owed by this story; she was always an absolute genius when it came to writing victims who were fully convinced that they had a totally logical rationale for obedience. If you’re a mind-control fetishist, the sentence “She closed her eyes, listening to the TV, waiting for the program to change” is probably one of the sexiest in the English language.)

And I think the pacing is good. The opening stretches out just long enough to give the reader an understanding that Leah is responding to the ‘naturally’ trigger without realizing it, and that it’s affecting her thoughts and behavior, before it moves into a pretty hot sex/mind control sequence. The background is sketched in lightly enough that you can pretend it to be whatever you want it to be to fit your fantasy–since it’s never explicated how Leah came to be hypnotized by Aaron to begin with, you can construct something that’s as romantic or as twisted as you want. On the whole, I don’t think it’s anything but a straight-up sexy daydream, but I think it’s one of my better sexy daydreams, and I hope that now that I’ve brought it to your attention, you come to like it too.

(Or like to come to it too, I suppose. YMMV.)

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Narrow Escape”!

June 14, 2018

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–“Looking Out My Window”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Narrow Escape” (MC FF)!

Martina had just planned to go visit her psych professor to ask a few questions about her final as the campus emptied out for summer break. But lucky for her, Julieta is right there to warn her about all the sinister things that Professor Trenton can do to young, vulnerable women with hypnosis. In very specific detail, as it happens. Here’s a taste:

Julieta looked…not sorry, exactly, but at least like she knew she had something to be sorry about. “Look, I can explain, okay?” she said, gesturing placatingly with the hand that wasn’t still holding Martina’s wrist in a firm-but-not-tight grip. “I just wanted to get you away from there before Professor Trenton heard us and came out to see what was going on.” Martina wondered if the other woman even noticed her attempts to pull free. It sure didn’t look like it.

“Why?” Martina asked, trying to remind herself that she didn’t have to freak out over this. Julieta wasn’t actually trying to hurt her, she just wasn’t letting go. “What the fu–” She sighed, forcing herself to calm down. It’s just like at the clinic, she told herself. Getting agitated never helps anything. “What did you think he was going to do? I just had a few questions about the final, that’s all. I screwed up a couple of questions, and I wanted to make sure I understood what I did wrong. It’s not like he’s going to flip out on me over that.”

Julieta’s dark brown eyes widened in incredulous amazement. “You really don’t know at all, do you? I mean, I thought you just didn’t believe it, but…what’s your major again? Pre-med?”

“Veterinary medicine,” Martina corrected sheepishly. “But I mean, it’s stuff I all know. My dad’s been a vet since before I was born, I’m just going to school to get the paper so I can take over the clinic when he retires. I was taking Psych 101 so I could…could…” She trailed into silence, unable to continue in the face of Julieta’s astonished stare.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Looking Out My Window”!

June 14, 2018

Over the last few months, I missed a few of my Early Bird Sneak Peeks. So to make up for that, here’s a sneak peek at this week’s story for the EMCSA, “Looking Out My Window”! (MC FF)

It was supposed to be a short trip up to the cabin by the lake for these sorority girls, a weekend away from school and nothing more. But that was a week ago. Now they’re trapped in the wilderness by a mysterious force, whittled down one by one on a nightly basis by a strange and unknown presence in the night. The only way to survive is to follow the rules… but when you don’t know what the rules are, how can you possibly know how to avoid your fate? Here’s a taste:

Diana said that was bullshit, of course, but Diana is totally in denial. She keeps saying that we must have just lost track of what day it was (as if we can’t tell that a girl vanishes every night–it’s like we’ve got our own built-in countdown, Diana!) She keeps trying to tell everyone that there’s a logical explanation for why our cars won’t start (all of them, Diana? Every single one?) When I pointed out to her that I tried walking out on the fourth day and wound up right back at the cabin, she just said that I probably got turned around and that I didn’t have ‘wilderness navigation skills’. I was following the fucking road. I wound up on the other side of it without ever crossing it. It doesn’t take a fucking Girl Scout to know that’s messed up.

It was kind of hard to keep my hopes up after that. I spent most of that night lying awake in bed, even though it’s not safe to stay up past sundown, imagining what’s happening in the outside world. I wondered if there were search parties that just couldn’t find the road in no matter how many times they drove up and down the same stretch of highway, or if it’s only been a day or two for everyone else and time won’t catch up to us until we’ve all been…fuck, I don’t know. Spirited away. It sounds like something out of a fairy tale, but maybe those fairy tales are based on something. Maybe we all know those old stories are real, even if we pretend we’ve forgotten.

It sure didn’t take long for us to come up with the rules. Don’t go out after dark; it isn’t safe. Don’t look for any of the missing girls; it isn’t safe. Don’t leave your window open; it isn’t safe. Don’t look out the window after dark; it isn’t safe. Don’t leave the curtains pulled back; it isn’t safe. Don’t stay awake after dark; it isn’t safe. Today Trudi added a new one, “Don’t sleep in the nude; it isn’t safe.” She was making fun of Maggie; we already found muddy clothing outside on five mornings, we know that it doesn’t matter what you’ve got on. But I noticed that all the girls wore pajamas to bed tonight.

Hope you enjoy it!

Hypno-Song Stylings

June 10, 2018

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This popped into my head and I couldn’t let it go, so without further ado (beyond apologies to the late Michael Jackson), HIT IT!

As she stared into the spiral
Her mind drifted into idle
He came into her apartment
Told her to kneel down on the carpet
And she did what she was told to
“My instructions will enfold you”
He led her into the bedroom
She was mindless, it was her doom

[Break]
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you brainwashed? Are you brainwashed, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you mindless? Are you mindless, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you helpless? Are you helpless, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you docile? Are you docile, Annie?

[Chorus]
Annie, are you okay?
Will you tell us that you’re okay?
There’s a sound in your headphones
As you stared into your cell phone, Annie
He came into your apartment
And you knelt down on the carpet
And he led you into the bedroom
You were brainwashed
It was your doom

[Break]
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you drowsy? Are you drowsy, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you tranced out? Are you tranced out, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you thoughtless? Are you thoughtless, Annie?

[Bridge]
You’ve been hit by—
You’ve been hit by—
A Subliminal

[Verse 2]
So he made her body obey
It was Sunday, what a black day
Every time I tried to find him
He’s leaving no clues, left behind him
And they have no way of knowing
Of the suspect or what to expect
Mesmerizing subjugation
Sound that draws you into fixation

[Break]
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, is your will drained? Is your will drained, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you brainless? Are you brainless, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
Annie, are you okay? Are you okay?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you sleepy? Are you sleepy, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you staring? Are you staring, Annie?

[Bridge]
You’ve been hit by—
You’ve been hit by—
A Subliminal

[Chorus]
Annie, are you okay?
Will you tell us that you’re okay?
There’s a sound in your headphones
As you stared into your cell phone, Annie
He came into your apartment
And you knelt down on the carpet
And he led you into the bedroom
You were brainwashed
It was your doom

[Post Chorus]
Annie, are you weak-willed? Are you weak-willed, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie are you dreamy? Are you dreamy, Annie?
Annie, are you blanked out? Annie, are you blanked out?
Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie are you mind-fucked? Are you mind-fucked, Annie?

[Bridge]
You’ve been hit by—
You’ve been struck by—
A Subliminal

[Outro]
Annie are you okay? (I obey)
Will you tell us that you’re okay? (I obey)
There’s a sound in your headphones (I obey)
As you stared into your cell phone Annie? (I obey)
He came into your apartment (I obey)
You knelt down on the carpet (I obey my Master)
And he led you into the bedroom (Help me)
You were brainwashed
It was your doom Annie, (can’t fight it)
Annie are you okay? (can’t fight it Master)
Will you tell us that you’re okay? (can’t fight it Master)
There’s a sound in your headphones (can’t fight it Master)
As you stared into your cell phone Annie
He came into your apartment, (can’t fight it)
You knelt down on the carpet
And he led you into the bedroom
You were struck down (can’t fight it)
It was your doom Annie

Bonus Early Bird Sneak Peek: “I Would Die 4 U”!

June 7, 2018

And because I forgot this week was a Double Early Bird Reward week (what can I say, it’s been a busy day) here’s a special bonus Early Bird sneak peek at this week’s bonus story, a new outing for Service Unit 4U called “I Would Die 4 U”! Here’s a taste:

I don’t kill people unless I have to. It’s not that I have an aversion to murder–I’m a slave, I don’t have likes or dislikes save when instructed. But I do have specific programming, invested in my mind through a lengthy and elaborate process that created the personality of Service Unit 4U underneath the mind of Haley Keene. The Masters who programmed me don’t like drawing unwanted attention to themselves, and murder and kidnapping are two things that draw a lot of unwanted attention. They’re also two very direct solutions to most problems we might encounter during the course of a mission, so we’re carefully constrained from considering them in all but a very few situations.

That’s saving my life right now. Service Unit 2B has been instructed by the Directors to detonate the bomb strapped to her chest as soon as it’s within lethal range of my Master. But she hasn’t been instructed to kill me. She knows that I’m a slave like her, that I’ve been programmed using the same lengthy and elaborate process that brought her under the direct control of the MKPerfect Corporation (even if she’s not allowed to know those words) and that I am a valuable asset to be preserved. She’s trying very hard to work out a solution to the problem of carrying out her task without annihilating me along the way. And if she’s anything like me, she’s probably more than a little amused by the irony of viewing her own life as eminently expendable, while mine is absolutely vital. Slaves like us have a strange sense of humor.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Zero Signal”!

June 7, 2018

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–“Resistance”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Zero Signal” (MC MM)!

Nathan’s roommate has always had something of a superiority complex, but nothing has made him quite as smug as finding Nathan listening to his study mix again. Or at least, Nathan thought he was listening to his study mix. He’s pretty sure his study mix doesn’t leave him naked and helplessly masturbating in the living room. But if the signal going into his brain through his earbuds isn’t music… what is it? Here’s a taste:

It was as far as Nathan got before his mind caught up with what his senses were telling him. His hand caught his attention first–it wouldn’t move. He started to gesture at Zachary, some insignificant little motion that he probably wouldn’t even have consciously noticed…except for the fact that he couldn’t make his hand move away from his cock. It felt like it was magnetized in place. He could move it up or down, but not away.

That shock of awareness cascaded into a chain of other sudden realizations. Nathan blushed at the sudden, awkward understanding that Zachary was smirking and staring not just at him, but at the way his hand automatically pumped up and down the shaft of his hard cock. Not just hard, he realized as he looked down. It was an angry, throbbing, purplish-red, with precum already smeared all over it like he’d been stroking himself for ages. He forced himself to stop, but he couldn’t pull his hand free. And as soon as his concentration lapsed even a little, it was right back in motion again. He didn’t understand how he could have missed it, but now that he noticed how turned on he was, it was difficult to think about anything else.

And he was looking at his cock. That hit his brain like an electric shock–he was looking at his cock, because he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He was sitting on the couch just like he usually did when he was studying, he had his wireless earbuds in and his MP3 player on the coffee table with the rest of his stuff, but he was completely naked and sitting on a towel. He didn’t remember taking off his clothes. He didn’t remember masturbating. The gap in his memories seemed to suddenly yawn open wider and wider as he examined it, swallowing minutes and hours until he realized he had no idea when he stopped having a firm recollection of events.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Resistance”!

June 7, 2018

Over the last few months, I missed a few of my Early Bird Sneak Peeks. So to make up for that, here’s a sneak peek at this week’s story for the EMCSA, “Resistance”! (MC FF)

Savannah didn’t think she was gay, but that was before she felt the electric tension between her and Loralee. Loralee has a somewhat circuitous explanation for it all, but there’s no question Savannah can feel the heat. Here’s a taste:

Loralee didn’t mind, though. She just laughed musically and patted Savannah’s arm with a familiarity that caught Savannah by surprise. “Of course we did!” Loralee said, her voice almost condescendingly amused. “And there’s absolutely nothing to worry about, remember? Hypnosis isn’t a magic spell or anything, dear. You can always resist, any time you want to. Isn’t that right?”

Savannah forced herself to relax a little, letting down her imaginary hackles and reminding her that this was just an old friend of hers from work. There was nothing funny going on here. That would be absurd. “Of course,” she said, trying to inject a note of calm into her voice. “I can always resist.”

“Exactly,” Loralee said, putting her finger back onto the board, back at the beginning where the electricity flowed in. “It’s just like this circuit, really. Your mind is a little more complex, of course, but the same principle applies, doesn’t it? No matter how much energy I put into it, there’s always some resistance, isn’t there?”

Savannah nodded, watching Loralee’s carefully-trimmed nails trace along the path of the delicate copper wire. She remembered now. Loralee had explained it once to her, during the same conversation they had where she told Savannah she was a hypnotist. Savannah recalled being nervous in that exact same way, but Loralee had reassured her expertly with her engineering analogies. “Yes,” she said, hearing herself finally sounding comfortable and at ease. “There’s always resistance when your words go into my brain.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Ten

June 3, 2018

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As we go through our look at my past stories featuring actual hypnosis, I’d like to do another of my occasional reminders that it is okay to have fantasies about hypnosis that would be totally awful to experience and totally unethical to do to another human being. Fantasy is the ultimate safe space, a place in your mind to do things that are only erotic in theory because some element of them turns you on, and you want to figure out what it is in a place where it’s not possible to hurt someone. I might frequently in the course of these stories remind you that this is not not NOT good to try in real life, but that doesn’t mean you can’t like these stories. Fictional people are always consenting. With that in mind, let’s look at another batch, shall we?

Help Me Rhonda: I’m going to say that at the very least, this one is highly unlikely given the time frame involved. Barring a really strong and unexpressed sexual orientation, I don’t really think you can hypnotize someone into having gay/lesbian sex (or straight sex, if the person in question is gay or lesbian). At least, not on the first date. Certainly there’s evidence that orientation is more flexible than originally thought, but it’s not a “look into my eyes and go gay for me” type of deal. I don’t think Louise would go along with it.

That’s not to say that there’s nothing realistic to it–I think, honestly, that if you were icky enough to try something like what Rhonda did, you probably would get this kind of reaction if successful. The person in question would be skeeved out, abreacting like crazy, and feeling uncomfortable and paranoid around you. Louise is genuinely freaked, and I think that’s very believable (if sad).

Nothing Else Matters: Another one of those “nice and hot to daydream about, but nah” stories. I don’t want to experiment with covert hypnosis, because UGGGGH, but I am reasonably sure that you can’t convince someone to blow off their job and get naked on a Sybian for a roomful of strangers. Not even if your job sucks. Not even if you’re really horny. Not even if they seem like hot strangers. This one’s purely in the realm of fantasy, folks.

Wake Up Call:Wake Up Call: This one, on the other hand, very nearly happened to me. I was in the “Debbie” position in this scenario, and Lady Ru’etha was very much Anna–we were in Chicago for a conference of Hers, we were meeting some friends for dinner, and what started as a short nap to recharge very nearly turned into a long sleep because She was exhausted and I was a pushover for hypnosis. (And yes, She has blanket permission to hypnotize me, so this was entirely consensual.)

In the real-world version of the story, She did not quite give in to temptation, but I feel safe in saying that everything in this one is entirely achievable.

A Hard Day’s Night: This one is both probably realistic and very problematic, and unfortunately the sort of thing that does sometimes happen in the hypnokink community. There are people out there who put hypnosis files out on the Internet, and every once in a while someone will put in suggestions that are not as advertised in the hopes of getting something out of it from their listeners. This is bad behavior, and one reason why I always tell people to skip ahead and listen to the last five minutes of a file (where the suggestions usually are) before letting the induction carry them along.

So yes, it’s possible to find a hypnosis for peaceful sleep induction, and yes, it’s possible to find one that slips a few sexy suggestions in there including a suggestion to contact the hypnotist, and yes, depending on how it’s phrased, it might even kind of work once or twice on susceptible people. BUT DON’T.

Here Comes the Bride: And speaking of “theoretically achievable but oh man, the ethics…” I do think that it’s possible (and again, let me stress, I have no first-hand experience of this and no intention of getting any) that if you hypnotize someone very frequently for a period of several months if not a year or so, the typical planning time for a Bridezilla-style wedding, eventually you might be able to build up the kind of rapport that can be abused to get one-time sex. I think that if you then give the person the out of ‘you won’t remember any of this’, a lot of them will probably take it, because it’s better than having to cope with the potentially traumatic emotions of having their trust violated like that.

That said, seriously, this is so wrong on so many levels that it almost feels silly talking about it. Do not abuse people’s trust like this, do not use hypnosis to get sex from people without their knowledge or consent, and do not attempt to later seduce them using your previous violation of their trust as an ‘in’. If you want to experience something like this, either a) read the story and experience it as a fantasy, or b) consensually negotiate some memory play before having your hot virginal seduction scene.

And that’s another batch in the books, see you next week with another blog entry!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Counting Stars”!

May 31, 2018

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–“Smells Like Teen Spirit”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Counting Stars” (MC FF MD)!

Leon’s invited a young woman to do a little stargazing with him, out in the countryside. She thinks she knows what that means, and she’s more than happy to come along, but it turns out that Leon’s got a very different idea of counting stars than she’s used to. Here’s a taste:

“Seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five…” I thought it would get harder as I went on, but if anything, it’s getting easier. My mind is focused like a laser, refusing to let anything distract me from my count. I’m counting out loud to make sure I don’t lose my place, and it really helps. Even when Leon talks to me, I just sort of tune it out and let it slip to the back of my mind as I focus on the way that the numbers keep going up and up and up with every new star I see. I let my eyes drift from star to star to star, and nothing can break my concentration. It’s almost relaxing. Like meditation.

“One hundred five, one hundred six, one hundred seven, one hundred eight…” It’s so peaceful up here, just us and the stars. No cars, no sirens, nothing but Leon’s voice in my ears and the night sky, and I’m not really even listening to Leon’s voice. It’s nice, don’t get me wrong; he has that kind of mellow, smooth baritone that makes a woman shiver a little in a good way. But I don’t really feel like moving much right now. I’m staying focused on the sky. On the numbers. Moving feels too much like work, too distracting. I just want to keep watching, allowing my head to stay perfectly still so I always see the same stars. It’s getting hard to even think about moving now.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for May 2018

May 28, 2018

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As is the custom at the end of the month, I like to take a look back at the stories I’ve written and give some kind of insight into how I went from the initial germ of inspiration to the final finished form. Here’s the stories for last month!

Front Porch Thing: This is actually a country song, I believe, with the “thing” in question being making out on the front porch, but come on. The second you see that, you picture some sort of hideous-but-lovable monstrosity looming on the front porch, kind of like if the Addams Family was into landscaping. As soon as I saw the title, I knew that a) everyone in the story would have one and think it was completely common, and b) the protagonist would be utterly freaked by both the thing and everyone else’s blase reaction to it. After that, it was just a matter of finessing the details (I came up with so many takeover scenarios I decided to make that the gimmick for the story) and deciding whether to include an epilogue of her going back to college with a pod of her own. (Unnecessary.)

It wound up being more of a commentary than I expected on the current political climate, with the main character explicitly making a parallel between the sudden forest of front porch things and the sudden forest of Trump signs. I think there’s something to the idea that part of what horrified so many of us about Trump is that seemingly sensible people got utterly taken in almost overnight by this con man who was willing to say anything to anyone. It’s almost easier to believe that they’ve been taken over by pod people.

Autopilot: Obviously, self-driving cars are inching closer and closer to becoming a real, everyday part of our civilization, and when I saw the title of this song I made a connection to self-driving cars very easily. Which of course led to the realization that they would make an excellent mobile kidnap-and-brainwash service; once you had them inside, the machine would be totally in charge, creating a sense of passivity that would be perfect for brainwashing. And you could drive them to any destination that you wanted to in order to continue the process.

The main character became a tech-head pretty much because it was the most natural way to exposit the details of the self-driving vehicle, and the setting resolved itself around the question, “Why would someone want to take a taxi?” And beyond that, it was pretty much just writing a sexy brainwashing sequence.

Kill 4 U: This one’s been on my radar a while; after I originally joked about all the song titles with “4 U” in them, I actually did the work of looking it up on a song lyrics website, and developing the backstory behind the MKPerfect Corporation (as you might imagine, it’s a further refinement of the CIA’s infamous MKUltra program). I knew that the contradicting directives of the first story (“pleasure this woman!” “enslave this woman!”) were the signs of a developing schism among the people in charge of the corporation, and that it would eventually spill out into open violence. A story explicitly named “Kill 4 U” seemed like a good place to make that all happen.

Since someone did ask about it on Literotica–no, 4U can’t become her own owner just by picking up the certificate. It’s “subject to terms and conditions”, and just as one of those terms is that the new owner can’t act against the interests of the Directors, another is that service units can never own themselves. These are people who’ve spent a lot of time thinking of all the ways that their toys could be used against them, and it’s no coincidence that the only real threat to them comes from within. (And having already written the next story, it’s definitely a threat they’re not taking seriously enough.)

Just Another Story: I may have mentioned that sometimes my internal muse gets a little bit, um, loopy. And loves a challenge. Seeing a song title that explicitly seemed to be an anti-story title, describing “just another story”, led me down the rabbit hole of someone in the story reading a story about someone reading a story designed to hypnotize them, little knowing they were being hypnotized as well. It gave me the chance to be super meta (and when I hit the line about “she had to turn the page” right at a page break, well, I pumped my fist a little).

And that’s all for this month’s stories! Join me next week for another blog post, and next month for more Liner Notes!