Is It Hypnosis? – Part Twelve

August 19, 2018

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I try not to do these too often, because I always feel like I should fight my tendency to obsessively focus on one thing while it’s in my system, but I do think it’s good to look back on my older stories and draw a bright line between “this is a hot fantasy” and “this is something that’s okay in real life”. The mind control kink has a lot of fantasies that are Not Okay as realities, and I do think it’s good to be explicit and vocal about that for the benefit of folks who are new to the fetish. Both because it’s reassuring to those who have some fantasies that they feel very strange about, and because it’s necessary to those few people who get so excited by the possibilities of hypnosis that they forget a little that the person on the other side of the watch is a person first and foremost.

So let’s get started!

Don’t Speak: So yeah, there’s like… maybe a one in a trillion chance this could work? As in, maybe – just maaaaaybe – Ms Plimpton just happens to be a kinky woman with a bimbification fetish strong enough to override her common sense, and through some unspoken emotional affinity she hires only women for her office and only women with similarly strong, unexpressed bimbification fetishes. And maybe she meets Derek, who (hopefully consensually?) pushes all her bimbo kink buttons so hard that she doesn’t really try to resist his hypnotic suggestions at all and just goes along with him. And maybe, just maybe, he finds that all the women in the office have the exact same susceptibility to those suggestions, making it possible to get them to go along with them despite what would otherwise be a completely unrealistic timeframe and an even more unrealistic amount of suggestibility for such big post-hypnotic commands. And maybe upon maybe upon maybe, Lori is just like the other women but has a degree of heightened incongruence between her conscious and subconscious minds, such that when Derek just sits there saying nothing (because she has a gun pointed at him and he’s not stupid) she basically hypnotizes herself into obedience because her subconscious wants to be a bimbo so badly that it just overrides her conscious mind. Maybe.

But yeah, I kind of doubt it.

Zombie: I’ve been skipping the ones that are based on ‘mind control drugs’, because for the most part the active ingredient in those is Fantasol (Fantasol! Safe because it’s 100% placebo! Effective because it’s 100% placebo!) but I’m making an exception for this one because I did make an effort to hew as close as possible to a realistic explanation for what a zombie is and how one is created, so it does kind of bear discussion in this context.

That’s not to say that I consider this story to be realistically possible; one of the common threads when you get into the historical basis of the ‘zombie’ legends is that there’s a lot of obfuscation around it, probably deliberate. Everyone seems to be able to agree that yes, there is such a thing as a real zombie, a person who has been reduced to a perpetual trance-like state after going through a death-like experience. Everyone also agrees that there are people who seem to be able to induce this state. But beyond that, the practitioners of the religion of Voudou are (frankly understandably) unwilling to share details of the ritual with anthropologists (who, again frankly, have a habit of being condescending assholes about other cultures’ religions) and also seem perfectly willing to troll said anthropologists by giving them contradictory and impossible explanations of said ritual.

Which is all a nice way of saying that while this story does follow Wade Davis’ descriptions of zombification, the science of it is highly questionable and it would be extremely insensitive to try to ask a practitioner of Voudou how they “really” make zombies, even before we get into the ethics of the actual act of doing so. A big part of the subtext of this story is that pestering people about their sincere religious beliefs because you think it will give you a cool new mind control technique is a major mistake.

Talking in Your Sleep: This is one of those stories where the timeframe is obviously and ludicrously unrealistic, but we’re not really provided with enough information to know for sure whether it’s possible. Given that both Alicia and Holly are first-year college students, it’s entirely believable that both of them could be lesbian or bisexual and not have had the opportunity to explore that part of their identities before. And if that’s the case, being offered the chance to give in and have lots of lesbian sex with the built-in excuse to any part of them not ready to accept their sexual orientation that they’re “helpless to resist” Because Hypnosis could be a suggestion that they go along with very easily without too much prompting. Even the breaking up with the boyfriend back home is a common enough thing for first-year students with a heavy class load that it might not be the result of deep brainwashing.

That said, it’s obviously nine kinds of unethical. Professors shouldn’t sleep with their students, nobody should use covert hypnosis for behavioral modification, nobody should use covert hypnosis at all because EEEEWWW, and if you do accidentally hypnotize your new girlfriend’s girlfriend because she’s listening too closely to things not intended for her, the appropriate thing to do is wake her up, clear out any suggestions you put in, and have an open and frank conversation about whether she wants to submit to you (probably after a few days to think about it, and definitely not when she’s still suggestible). Ms Lassiter should be ashamed of herself.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap: Obviously, the oBey website is a load of hooey, and this clearly exists in a world where overtly impossible forms of mind control are commonplace (albeit hidden from the average person). But the device that Jillian uses on Sylvia in this story isn’t intended to be a magical brainwashing helmet or anything; it’s a light and sound machine, the kind of thing you can buy online. I’ve got one sitting on the bookshelf behind me, in fact.

That said, the story vastly oversells the capabilities of the device. They do work as a hypnotic focus, and they work very well because they’re designed to be used with the eyes closed; the glasses project patterns of light on the viewer’s closed eyelids, so you can go very deep and still see the focus in front of you. That’s a pretty intense hypnotic stimulus, especially when combined with pleasure conditioning (and sleep deprivation, which is used by cults fairly often along with food deprivation to make people more suggestible, but which I rarely put into my stories because it’s cruel and nasty rather than hot and sexy). I do not, however, think that you could use it to brainwash someone into even leaving you a positive feedback score on a website, let alone trotting off shortly afterward for deeper programming.

Oh, and if you could, you still shouldn’t.

Just Can’t Get Enough: It’s always nice when I can end with one that’s both realistic and consensual, and this one does a pretty good job of ticking both boxes. It’s entirely believable that Suzie, who is clearly a hypnofetishist who just doesn’t know the word yet, would be easy to put under and would resist leaving trance (my original plan for the story was that Liz wouldn’t be able to wake her, but Lady Ru’etha said the “wake up or I’ll never hypnotize you again” was a guaranteed emergency brake for trance exits. It’s not a good way to wake someone up, and She wouldn’t recommend it under most circumstances because it’s very unpleasant and can create bad associations with that hypnotist, but it does work.)

And it also makes perfect sense that Suzie would crave trance, sexualize trance, and crave sexualized trances to the degree in the story depicts. Liz isn’t really displaying “best practices” here by waking Suzie up to ask her what she’s comfortable doing – as we’ve gotten better and better at understanding how the mind is affected by trance states and power differentials, it’s come to be accepted that Suzie would still be in a suggestible state even after waking that Liz shouldn’t take advantage of. The best thing to do would be to go have dinner or coffee together, talk about their respective kinks and what Suzie wants out of a sexual hypnosis session, and make plans to do something the next day when Suzie’s had a little time to mull things over.

But given that Suzie is my fictional character, I’ll tell you for free that it wouldn’t have changed the outcome one bit. She was very enthusiastically consenting there, and the only thing a day would have added would have been a lengthy masturbation session that evening fantasizing about being hypnotized again. There’s no part of this that’s intended to suggest that Liz genuinely influenced Suzie’s thought processes, even though that is something a real hypnotist should take into account when planning to play with someone.

And on that happy, ethical note, it’s time to close out another blog entry! See y’all next week!

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Queen of Hearts”!

August 16, 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–“Blank Contract”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Queen of Hearts” (MC FF)!

It’s been a while since I wrote “The Joker”, featuring the stage magician and hypnotist Madam Columbina and her… ahem… friends, Chantal and Jo. But they’ve kept each other happily occupied during that time, and Madam Columbina is about to thank not just them but all of her very special fans. She’s booked a private room and has some very, very special tricks to show them all. You might even call it a command performance. Here’s a taste:

She saw the name on the ticket. ‘Madam Columbina – One Night Only’. Ah. That made a lot more sense to her, then. Jo had gotten used to doing unusual and inexplicable things whenever Madam Columbina was in town. It was always the same–her thoughts fogged over with warm and dreamy pleasure whenever she saw one of Madam’s playing cards, and suddenly it seemed like a perfectly good idea to do things like host a strip poker game or wander off to a strange hotel wearing nothing but a string bikini or just turn on her webcam and masturbate herself senseless. Madam Columbina had a vivid imagination, and fifty-two potential triggers to play with.

At first, it had seemed a little…unnerving, to say the least, knowing that her mind and body were under someone else’s control. But Chantal had explained a little more about how hypnosis worked to her, after that night when Jo first volunteered for Madam Columbina’s stage show and wound up as one of her ‘special girls’. Chantal told her that it wouldn’t really be possible for Madam Columbina to have this much control over Jo’s mind–over either of their minds–if they weren’t getting some kind of unconscious reward for obedience that overwhelmed their conscious resistance to being hypnotized. (Or at least, that was the gist of it. Jo was cumming a little too hard at the time to remember all the details.)

Hope you enjoy it!

My Favorite Things: Slavery Is Freedom!

August 12, 2018

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I’ve talked before about various mind control tropes that never fail to make me shiver, and this particular trope is related to a couple of others that I’ve gone into in the past. It’s very closely related to the “rationalization” trope, where the victim in a story is convinced that they’re not following hypnotic suggestions at all, even as they do everything the hypnotist says, and it’s also got some occasional elements of the amnesia trap and authority subversion to it from time to time. But it’s got its own distinct flavor that makes it very different.

This trope usually kicks in near the climax of the story (no pun intended), when the victim realizes they’re being mind-controlled, and it’s all about the way they react to that control. It usually takes one of two forms – either they convince themselves they’ve found a loophole in the mind control, and that by obeying ‘voluntarily’, they’ve retained their free will by doing everything the hypnotist tells them to do all on their own, or they convince themselves that they’ve successfully resisted even as they obey the hypnotist’s suggestions. Both are a sort of ironic embrace of their own submission, a conviction that obviously they’re too strong-willed to surrender to brainwashing so they must be doing what they’re doing for other reasons.

(This is a real thing, by the way, and not just with hypnosis. There’s a well-known psychological phenomenon called “cognitive dissonance”, which basically states that when your behavior doesn’t match your beliefs, your brain is far more likely to invent a rationalization than it is to change your behavior. You do see it a lot in hypnosis, where people who are asked why they followed a post-hypnotic suggestion will come up with the most ludicrous explanations for their behavior, but you also see it when you ask evangelical Christians why they’re supporting a sexual predator and pathological liar who’s publicly broken nine of the ten commandments. We like to believe our brain operates with some kind of internal consistency, and cognitive dissonance builds a bridge between the things we believe and the things we do.)

But, back to the sexy, you can see why this is hot. It feels like it goes deeper than regular mind control; anyone can be blank and mindless and obedient, but only a truly brainwashed slave can convince themselves to love their programming. It’s like they’re gaslighting themselves into obedience, and while that’s a sentence that is profoundly unsexy in real life, it makes for incredibly hot fantasies. When someone gives in so deeply that they’re convinced they want to obey and they’ve always wanted to obey, it makes that moment where their resistance collapses incredibly powerful and hot.

I’ve used this trope a few times – “Back Where You Belong” has an example where the victim squirms her way out of her mental dilemma by convincing herself that it’s another woman saying all the mantras of obedience – but I don’t think there’s any better example than “Pressure”. It’s a story that’s literally all about a character resisting endless, implacable, inexorable brainwashing with all her strength, only to realize that the easiest way to keep from being relentlessly pounded by the mental assault of her tormentor is to give in and become a perfectly compliant, willing slave. And the collapse of her resistance is so complete that she doesn’t even notice that she’s following every last instruction she’s given.

It’s exactly the kind of thing this trope looks for, and definitely one of my favorite things.

Formative Experiences: Friday the 13th – The Series

August 12, 2018

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Does anyone else remember this show? I do, and quite fondly to be honest. It had nothing to do with the ‘Friday the 13th’ movies, which (along with some low production values and your basic first-run syndication level of acting) probably led it to be written off by most horror fans, but there was genuinely a lot to love about it. It had a great premise that genuinely gave a good reason for the heroes to constantly be flung into one horrific situation after another – in the opening episode, two people inherit an antiques shop from their dead uncle (one related by blood, the other by marriage) and do an estate sale to get rid of the store’s inventory… only to find out, just after clearing every last item out, that their uncle made a deal with the devil and every last one of the items they sold off is cursed to cause misery and murder. They realize they’re morally obligated to track them all down, and that (as the saga opening always put it) is where “the real terror begins.”

But let’s face it, if you’re on my blog, you’re not here to read about some of the clever uses of the cursed artifact trope, and the solid horror direction (one episode was guest directed by David freaking Cronenberg!) No, you’re here to listen to me admit that as a young man just hitting puberty, some of these episodes made me squirm in ways that I was only then beginning to understand. A few of the high points, for anyone who has access to Amazon Prime and wants to watch a few episodes of slightly cheesy, enormously fun mind control goodness:

“Cupid’s Quiver”. The third episode, and they are staking out their turf pretty hard – this one focuses on a statuette of Cupid that fires little magical arrows into women that drive them wild with sexual desire for the statue’s owner… but after they consummate their relationship, the statue’s owner becomes homicidal. It’s a little confused as a story, but it comes down pretty clearly against pick-up artists (and yes, the owner does just walk into a bar with a foot-high statuette of Cupid) and there are a lot of scenes where people become magically horny and submissive, so I feel like I have to admit that it got me wondering about ways you could maybe, um, not have to kill anyone afterward?

“The Baron’s Bride”. I only have vague memories of this one, but I know it involves time travel and a vampire with hypnotic powers (and a cursed artifact that also has hypnotic powers? Bit of overkill there, but it’s hard to go wrong with extra mind control.) I seem to recall that all the bits set in the past were in black and white, which was a nice little stylistic touch, and that there was some “OMG why does this turn me on so much” vampiric hypnosis.

“Vanity’s Mirror”. This was another favorite of mine, featuring a make-up compact that the owner used to make people fall in love with them by reflecting light off the mirror into their eyes. As with the Cupid statue, this one made the owner homicidal, which admittedly seems to defeat the purpose of a love spell, but the owner mostly used it to get revenge on boys who spurned her. I remember being particularly interested because this one ended on a bit of a tease – the heroes failed to recover the artifact, even though the owner was killed. But the sequel, “Face of Evil”, changed the item’s powers and made it decidedly less sexy.

“13 O’Clock”. This one is really more for fans of time-stop porn, but there’s a bit of overlap, so… it was about a watch that would stop time every night at midnight for an hour, but only if it was dipped in a murder victim’s blood. There’s definitely some hints of the power the item can hold – a big part of the episode is a race against time to recover it before midnight, because the owner can do anything during that hour – but it’s mostly about very unsexy murder, so a bit of a let-down there. One would almost think they were making some kind of horror/adventure series, instead of quality mind control porn.

“Mesmer’s Bauble”. This one came around after I had kind of drifted away from the series (there are only so many times you can hear “this grants the user their heart’s desire… once they use it to kill” before it gets a wee bit repetitive). But it’s called freaking “Mesmer’s Bauble”, how can I not mention it? It’s got a cursed hypnotic focus that the owner uses to hypnotize and then kill people, after which they get a wish. (“I wish that I didn’t have to kill someone to get the wishes,” followed by, “I wish the first person I killed was fine now.” Bam. This is why you need more Genre-Savvy people in possession of cursed items.)

Again, I don’t want to overpromise – this was late-80s first-run syndication, along the lines of “My Secret Identity” (although substantially better than “Small Wonder”). But if you can approach it with the right frame of mind, I think you’ll at least get why those of us who did not yet have an entire Internet full of mind control porn would find ourselves… or some part of ourselves… sitting up and taking notice.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Five More Minutes”!

August 11, 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–“X’ed Out”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Five More Minutes” (MC MD MF)!

Bethany’s settling a bet with her best friend’s boyfriend. He says he’s a ‘master hypnotist’ who can put her into a trance in just five minutes. She’s certain she can just tune out his words for as long as it takes for the sand to run out of the hourglass.

Then again, they might both be right. Here’s a taste:

But first she had to get through his little challenge. Which would be remarkably easy, because again, it wasn’t as though she could really be hypnotized at all. She would just sit here silently in her chair, in this extremely boring, incredibly warm room that Jeremy had actually nicknamed ‘the brainwashing chamber’ (God, Letty could do better) and let him drone on while she watched the sand spill into the bottom of the hourglass. And at the end, she’d give him a good slap when he told her to do whatever inappropriate thing he was undoubtedly going to tell her to do, and she and Letty would go out for ice cream and wonder why the hell all their boyfriends kept trying to drag them into threesomes. In…something like four minutes? It was kind of hard to tell. There weren’t any markings on the hourglass to indicate how far along she was in the challenge. She just had to watch the sand empty out until it was all gone.

Jeremy would no doubt tell her that her mind was emptying out right along with the sand, pouring down and down and down in an endless flow as her eyes locked onto the captivating sight of the slowly filling bottom bulb. Which was why she’d already tuned Jeremy out completely. Let him sit there and ramble on about ‘deep, drowsy relaxation’ and ‘more and more focused on the sand the more you watch’. Bethany didn’t need to hear any of it. It was just more of his half-assed hypnosis shtick that he probably picked up from one of those terrible online manuals on how to get women, nothing worth listening to at all. Even Letty looked bored sitting next to her, and she was probably used to it by now.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Repetition” and “Habit”!

August 2, 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–”Umbrella”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two new stories, “Repetition” (MC FF) and “Habit” (MC)! (And I swear, I didn’t do that on purpose…)

In “Repetition”, Ximena goes through a day in her long-distance relationship with her hypnotic Mistress, a routine that she follows to the letter. Every day, she gets better and better at sticking to her goals… aided, of course, by a hypnosis file that she plays 24/7 through her earbuds. Here’s a taste:

“It’s so easy to relax your thoughts into that smooth, soft channel for me, pet. So easy to sink and surrender to the path that your Lady draws you down, until all you want to do is think the thoughts you’ve been told to think.” She woke again on the second alarm to find her hips restlessly working against her hand, squirming rhythmically in her sleep to the sound of her Lady’s voice. Ximena wished she had a little more time to enjoy the feeling; but this was a Tuesday, and Ximena never had many chances to relax on a Tuesday. She switched off the alarm and dragged herself out of bed.

“It’s so much nicer to think your Lady’s thoughts, pet. So much better to be directed and controlled, to be free from all that freedom. The more you surrender your will to me, the more fulfilled you become.” A few minutes later, she was out on the street in her workout clothes, listening to her Lady’s words through a pair of earbuds as her feet pounded the pavement. Ximena stepped up the pace of her morning jog until the cold morning air practically bit the inside of her lungs with every breath–she only had twenty minutes to exercise before she had to get showered and ready for work, and she wanted to make the most of it. From the sound of things, that should put her back at the house right around the time the current loop of her Lady’s recording would finish up.

And “Habit” is another induction piece, with the habit in question being thought itself – a thought quite a few readers enjoy breaking every once in a while. Here’s a taste:

“It’s okay if you want to keep thinking for a little while longer. I know, it can be a hard habit to break. Even when you’re trying to just relax and set down all those tiring thoughts for a little while, your mind won’t stop. It keeps going and going, wearing you out with the burden of being required to have ideas and opinions about every little thing you notice. That constant narrative in your brain continues no matter how hard you try to let go of it, no matter how much you want to feel that blissful silence inside your head for a little while. It’s not exactly a bad habit–there are times when thinking is important, we both know that. But you don’t necessarily want to do it all the time. I understand. I can help with that.

“We can start by giving your conscious mind something to focus on. Perhaps that’s going to be my words for you, but if you can also find something to watch or something to do that occupies your attention, that works too. You can look at something pretty and distracting, or tap your fingers on the table in a pattern that keeps your attention–really, whatever you want, so long as it requires at least a little bit of mental effort to maintain. The more you focus, the less you think. The first step in breaking that habit of thought is to shed the extra, distracting ones first.

Hope you enjoy them!

Liner Notes for July 2018

July 29, 2018

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Wow, July went by quick, didn’t it? I mean, in theory there were four Saturdays in there, but it really feels like the blink of an eye since I wrote the last one of these Liner Notes. I hate to say it, but autumn is just around the corner… but let’s stave it off a bit longer with a look at July’s stories!

Valentine’s Treatment: This came out of a few different places. One, I’ve been wanting to do more M/M material for a long time now; I’ve been a bit hesitant about it for ages, because it really seems like there’s not much crossover between the audience for M/M hypnosis and the audience for other hypnosis stories, but I’ve had some wonderful people encouraging me to follow my muse and try a little bit of M/M material every now and then.

The second place this came from was an obscure cult movie called ‘The Attic Expeditions’, with Seth Green and Jeffrey Combs and Ted Raimi. It’s a movie that’s very much about psychiatric mindfucks, and one of the scenes that’s always stuck with me is a bit where the main character insists that he’s being kidnapped and held against his will, and the sinister doctor in charge of his treatment tells him that’s not true at all, and produces a video of the main character giving blanket permission for all sorts of invasive procedures. And it’s such a powerful moment, because you just know the doctor is lying even though you don’t know how, and it sucks you right into the atmosphere of paranoia and weirdness very early on in the film. I wanted to try to capture that moment and sexualize it in a twisted way, and I’m very happy with the results even though I think this is going to be one of my obscure cult stories.

Quiet Your Mind: This came about from an explicit request to write an induction piece that could be recorded to play on a loop, with no particular beginning or end, and that would increase susceptibility to hypnotic suggestions and general obedience. I don’t think I can say much more than that without violating some confidences, but I think I’m probably okay in saying that it was greatly appreciated by its target audience.

The Boys of Summer: I’ve been teasing this one for a while, so it probably deserves a bit of attention. The fundamental idea has been sitting in my head for a while now, ever since I decided to keep going with the series after revealing the Girls’ origins in “Girls Girls Girls”. I thought at some point that it would be interesting to contrast the Girls’ benevolent, essentially loving takeover of humanity (and it is both loving and a takeover – while I think the Girls’ end goals are ethical, their methods are clearly approached from the point of view of people who fundamentally do not think of the autonomy of mind and body as a basic right and are willing to violate both in humanity’s best interests) with the kind of use that I imagine a human would put that technology to. And I still fondly remembered the PBS documentary “Triumph of the Nerds”, which had a lot of interesting stuff on the founders of those first computer empires and how they operated.

So from there, I came up with the idea of a human computer genius, sort of an amalgamation of Steve Jobs and Bill Gates, who got hold of the Girls technology and reverse engineered it into his own line of androids. And “The Boys of Summer” serves as a counterpart to “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”, showing that the goal of Revolution Technologies is not to direct and steer humanity but to turn it into peripherals for a privileged class of person. I won’t say where it’s all going, but I will say that to Keinan Dyson, so much of human civilization – our culture, our finances, our wars and squabbles over resources – are just a huge waste. A waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of effort. And he has a way to cut all that away to focus on the bigger picture. He’s very excited about that.

I do want to mention, by the way, that you shouldn’t expect the pace of the metaplot to suddenly accelerate; there’s a lot of market penetration to get through before either the Girls or the Boys get to a point where they’ve snapped up the majority of the human race (between the two of them, they’ve still got less than a billion people in their thrall). And frankly, when the story ends, I’m done writing Girls stories, and I don’t really want that to happen just yet, so I’m going to keep going for as long as I have ideas before I do the series of four or five stories that will act as an “endgame” for the whole deal. I’ll probably alternate Girls and Boys stories for a while (the next one of each is already written) and I hope folks are having enough fun to want the ride to keep going a while yet.

Graded on a Curve: This one is just hot and sweet, a return to an old favorite theme of mine – someone’s thoughts are twisted around by an unscrupulous hypnotist to think they’re being ‘protected’ from evil hypnotists by submitting to a very particular one in very sexual ways. I think I just knocked it out in a couple of hours and was absolutely thrilled with the result. (And judging by the response it’s getting on Literotica, a lot of people seem to agree with me.)

Anyway, that’s July in the books; see you next week for another post, and next month for another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Wake Up”!

July 26, 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–“Graded on a Curve”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Wake Up” (MC MF MD)!

Joyce expected to have all sorts of fun things happening during her hypnosis play with Geoffrey. But one thing she didn’t expect was that he would tell her that it had already happened. Messing with someone’s mind has never been so good. Here’s a taste:

“I said ‘wake up’, Joyce.” His hand gently caressed her pale cheeks, trailing down to her neck in a gesture more suited to relaxing her into trance than pulling her out of it. “It’s time to wake for me now.” He shifted position slightly to look directly into her eyes, which felt like the textbook definition of ‘mixed signals’ to her trance-hungry brain. “Time to come out of trance.”

Joyce furrowed her brow, so busy trying to figure out where Geoffrey had come up with this and where he was going with it that she almost forgot to respond. “I, um…I’m not in trance,” she said, not even trying to disguise the bewilderment in her voice. “I’m awake.”

“Are you sure?” Geoffrey replied, his voice calm and confident. He sounded so certain that for a moment, Joyce felt like it must be her who was misremembering. She was very used to forgetting things she was told to forget, and remembering things she was told to remember, after all. But she was also very good at accepting without thinking…so didn’t the fact that she was thinking about this mean it couldn’t be hypnosis? Or did it mean it had to be hypnosis, because her brain wasn’t processing it correctly?

Hope you enjoy it!

On Forgiveness

July 22, 2018

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I’ve been thinking a little bit about forgiveness lately, since hearing Friday’s news that James Gunn had been removed from the next Guardians of the Galaxy movie due to some of his older, more awful statements resurfacing. I think that like a most people who took notice of this news story, I had a lot of feelings to unpack – it was deeply frustrating to know that while he was ostensibly fired for the offensive tweets, the real reason Disney got rid of him was to appease a group of people who were primarily mad because he became someone better and they want to silence people like that. But at the same time, I also felt guilty for wanting an exception to be made for someone I liked, someone I thought was funny and cool and interesting to listen to. Isn’t that what every abuser is like to their friends? Shouldn’t I be supporting the people he hurt?

And then I read James Gunn’s statement on the matter, which I’m going to reproduce in full here before I continue, simply because so much of it is relevant:

My words of nearly a decade ago were, at the time, totally failed and unfortunate efforts to be provocative. I have regretted them for many years since — not just because they were stupid, not at all funny, wildly insensitive, and certainly not provocative like I had hoped, but also because they don’t reflect the person I am today or have been for some time.

Regardless of how much time has passed, I understand and accept the business decisions taken today. Even these many years later, I take full responsibility for the way I conducted myself then. All I can do now, beyond offering my sincere and heartfelt regret, is to be the best human being I can be: accepting, understanding, committed to equality, and far more thoughtful about my public statements and my obligations to our public discourse. To everyone inside my industry and beyond, I again offer my deepest apologies. Love to all.

That meant a lot to me. We live in a culture that is, fundamentally, very transactional; the exchange of goods and services is so deeply ingrained into the way we live that I don’t think we even realize how much of our outlook on existence is viewed through that lens of “A for B” until we find a situation where the model doesn’t apply. And even then, I think it’s difficult for many people to wrap their heads around the idea that you can’t earn some rewards or pay off some debts, that there are some things that can only be given freely. I think the truest sign of maturity is the understanding that you can’t do anything to make a person feel something. All you can do is give of yourself and allow them the opportunities to give back.

And forgiveness is like that. Forgiveness is never earned, it is not the repayment of a debt that you owe someone for harm done to them. Forgiveness is an act of grace. There is no timetable to it, there is no consensus under which it is ratified by society; you are forgiven when someone decides to forgive you. No sooner. This is hard to hear no matter who you are; we all want to imagine that we can ‘make things right’, that if we just put enough time and effort and sincerity into repairing the damage we’ve done, then sooner or later everyone has to forgive us. But it’s not so.

Nobody ever has to forgive you. You don’t ever have to forgive someone else. It doesn’t matter if it’s been years, it doesn’t matter if everyone else has made their peace with it, it doesn’t matter if the person has done every penance imaginable. If the hurt is still there, then it’s still there. True penitence is the acceptance of that. True penitence understands that there may be no hope of reward, no chance of redemption, that no matter what you do and who you’ve become you still must reckon with the pain you’ve caused. For as long as it takes, maybe a lifetime and beyond.

I’m not going to ask anyone to forgive James Gunn. I don’t honestly know if I forgive him, even though I think the man he is today is a good man and hearing Mike fucking Cernovich complain about him is like hearing Dracula call out a vegan for putting honey in their tea. But I will say that in a world where true penitence is rare, it’s important to recognize it when it happens. It is never easy to do the right thing without any hope of reward, and I admire that about James Gunn no matter what else happens.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Panties in Your Purse”!

July 19, 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–“The Boys of Summer”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Panties in Your Purse” (MC FF)!

Ella has a little challenge every day, one set for her by her girlfriend and hypnodomme. It’s very simple – all she has to do is avoid handing her soaking wet panties over to her Mistress when they meet for lunch. But if it’s so simple, then why does Ella keep losing? Here’s a taste:

Obviously, the bus was not going to be the problem. Even if she was going to spend her bus ride in thinking about…about lunch with Mikayla, which she wasn’t because she didn’t need to because lunch with Mikayla today was going to be entirely unremarkable save for Ella’s little look of triumph when Mikayla asked for her panties and she said, “Ooh, sorry, can’t, babe, still wearing them…” (Ella paused for a moment, savoring the mental image.) Even if she was going to think about…that, thinking would be all she did. She couldn’t act on any of Mikayla’s suggestions in public. Not without getting arrested, at least, and Ella and her subconscious were at least in agreement that getting arrested was a bad idea. The bus was safe.

Which meant that she could think more about the whole situation with Mikayla, ironically enough. It would be harmless, because she couldn’t do anything to act on it. She could calmly, dispassionately examine the way she felt whenever she thought of slipping off to the restroom a few minutes before lunch, pulling her panties off before going to Mikayla’s restaurant and handing them over to Mikayla before spending the rest of the day without any underwear. And obviously, it felt humiliating.

But what exactly felt so humiliating about it? Was it the threat of discovery? She didn’t think that anyone would actually look up her skirt when she returned from lunch every day; her desk faced a window, and anyway the office started to clear out around three. During the last hour, she didn’t even see anyone most days. The idea that someone would notice that she was naked under her skirt was kind of absurd, even if she did spend every afternoon feverishly contemplating the possibility. Perhaps that was enough, though. Maybe just the potential for being caught, the idea that someone might see her slick and shaven cunt framed by her thighs and the fabric of her skirt, was enough to give her a shamefully erotic thrill.

Hope you enjoy it!