Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Middle of the Night”!

July 17, 2019

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–“Making Love to the Camera”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Middle of the Night” (MC FF)!

Bethany just woke up. She didn’t expect to hear a voice in the darkness of her bedroom, programming her in her sleep to worship and obey her roommate Gillian. She didn’t expect to discover that the words seemed eerily familiar, or that she would find herself becoming aroused by them. She didn’t expect to learn that Gillian’s been hypnotizing her every night. But she knows now, and she knows exactly what to do about it. Here’s a taste:

Finally, Bethany managed to find the switch and turn on the light. She knew from the sound of a few muffled thumps that she’d managed to knock something over in the course of her searches, but she would figure out later what fell. Right now, she needed to find out why she was hearing Gillian… brainwashing her? Hypnotizing her? Bethany couldn’t make sense of what she was hearing, it seemed so ludicrously divorced from anything she’d ever imagined coming out of the mouth of her prim and proper roommate. Or anyone for that matter. This simply didn’t seem like a real thing that happened to real people.

But as Bethany’s eyes gradually adjusted to the sudden, harsh light, she saw an MP3 player sitting on her bedside table next to the lamp. It was plugged into a pair of portable speakers, and Bethany could see from the display that it was playing ‘Brainwashing File 1, 1:15:41/2:23:15’ on an endless loop. As she stared at the device in utter astonishment, the counter clicked from 1:15:59 to 1:16:00. Over two hours of solid brainwashing. Looped and repeating. All night long.

Hope you enjoy it!

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A Reminder About Consent

July 13, 2019

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Recently on Tumblr, HappyTears1999 said, ” I’m tired of people thinking I’m accessible to them just because I’m on here being myself. I’m not yours. If you are interested in me talk to me like I’m a person and get to know me. But mostly don’t because chances are I’m not interested in being anything for you. Just being honest here. Only message me if you want my private Snapchat. Or unless we are friends already. You will know who you are if we’re friends. Point is. I’m Done.”

(Quoted with permission. I’d link, but Tumblr’s kind of weird about linking to blogs it’s flagged as explicit right now.)

I see posts like this a lot on Tumblr, and FetLife and pretty much every adult or kink social site you’d care to name, and they’re always really fucking depressing. Submissive women should not have to deal with this shit. It’s just not something they should even have to say, because (and let me say this very loudly for the men in the back) BEING SUBMISSIVE IS A CHOICE. It is not a state of existence, it is not an identity, it is not a natural order of the universe (even if it can be fun to express it that way sometimes). It is something a woman decides to do with a specific individual on terms they have every right to extend and revoke at any time.

(Really briefly, because I know it’s going to come up. Yes, there are submissive men and non-binary submissives and you are valid. But the subs who are getting the most shit are women, and the wannabe Doms they are getting the most shit from are men, so that is where this post is addressed. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t apply to male or non-binary subs, only that they are not the topic of conversation at this moment.)

So. Let’s make this very clear. Calling oneself a submissive is not consent. Being into the same kinks you are is not consent. Not being currently owned is not consent. Even explicitly saying, “God, I am horny ask fuck and really want to be dominated” is not consent, although it is certainly an indication that respectfully expressing an interest in negotiating consent might be very well received. The only thing that is consent is a clear, unambiguous, enthusiastic expression of non-hypothetical interest in doing kinky shit with you specifically.

If they didn’t say that, if they didn’t do that, if they didn’t clearly and directly express that, then you don’t have consent and you should not be acting sexual to that person. Not because it drives women out of the scene, not because we can’t have as much fun when submissives don’t feel safe, but because women have an inherent right to be treated with respect and basic decency and they should get to enjoy their kink on their own terms without constantly having to fend off assholes. I really don’t think this is or should be a controversial stance.

Consent, motherfuckers. Please.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Pink Cloud”!

July 11, 2019

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–“He Broke Your Memory Last Night”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Pink Cloud” (MC MF MD)!

It’s Saturday night at Carmella’s first hypnokink con, and she’s feeling a little blue – nobody’s made her fantasies come true just yet. But she finds someone who’s happy to negotiate a scene with her, and while she doesn’t have any sex, they turn her brain into the fluffy pink cloud she wants it to be. Here’s a taste:

The whole thing felt so unexpected that Carmella was reduced to stammering, “Um, yeah, that’s… um, yeah, that’s me, from the wall, yeah,” like her brain had already turned into cotton candy inside her head; but thankfully, this was Day Two of an erotic hypnosis con. She was pretty sure that by this point, she could take off her clothes and do an a cappella rendition of Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I Will Survive’, and nobody would bat an eye.

Sure enough, the Viscount just gave her a little smirk and said, “And has someone already fluffed your brain tonight?” She could understand how he got that impression, even before she did her inadvertent Valley Girl impersonation; she’d dressed up for the play party in a bubblegum pink frock she repurposed from a Queenie Goldstein costume she did a few years back, and her cheeks and eyelids were dusted with bright pink glitter.

But she hadn’t even gotten her hypnosis cherry popped yet, let alone had her brain melted to a cotton candy slurry the way she dreamed about. “I wish,” she grumbled, trying to make it sound playful instead of vaguely resentful. She wasn’t sure she entirely succeeded; this was already Saturday, and while her friends all assured her that there would be plenty of informal opportunities for trance on Sunday evening after the con wound down, Carmella was painfully aware that this was the last official play party. She was starting to feel like Kaylee at the ball, all dressed up and no one to dance with.

Then the Viscount’s smile widened, a charmingly crooked grin that suddenly made it clear why he took his name from David Bowie. “Well, your wish could be my command,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief at the play on words. “Would you like to find somewhere to talk about what you really want to do? If I’m not interrupting, that is.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for June 2019

June 30, 2019

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Hi all! Looks like it’s the end of another month again – seriously, does it seem like these things are going faster? – and that means it’s time for another round of liner notes! As always, these are my best recollections of what went through my head as I was turning the seed of an idea into the actual story you read. Let’s get started, shall we?

Quick Like a Flash: When I saw this title, it immediately connected with the concept of a subliminal message, because it’s one of the classic tropes of the genre. But as is often the case, the most obvious idea that comes to mind really isn’t an idea at all. I can’t just write a story, “Protagonist gets subliminal messages,” because that’s kind of generic by itself. So I cast my mind around a bit, and linked up the idea with one of my old favorite hypnosis tropes, the Altered Eyes idea, to come up with a person who didn’t need a medium to broadcast subliminal messages. They could do it just by looking at you.

From there, things gelled pretty quickly – obviously the person who did it couldn’t be human, and I didn’t want to do vampires, so fairies were the next best option. (I did the solid purple eyes because, as you can see in the linked post, it’s a shame the eyes are always either black or white.) The 2018 elections were just ramping up when I wrote this, so my brain went political, and because I’m also a big fan of people thinking they’re doing things of their own free will when they’re actually mind controlled, I structured it so that it looked initially like Lora was trying to find out how to resist her brainwashing for next time, when the truth was something far more sinister. (And plus, I just like the idea of the entire Fox News audience suddenly believing in fairies.)

Vacancy: The whole idea of the creepy little hotel out in the middle of nowhere is a staple of the horror genre (and I could write a whole essay on the way that erotica and horror diverged from a common ancestor and still share a whole lot of memetic DNA, but not today). I thought it would be fun to both invert and explain that by showing a perfectly normal proprietor of an out-of-the-way hotel getting jumped by a creepy guest, who has Genre Awareness and knows just how useful a base of operations off the beaten path can be.

In my head, by the way, Maryam was played by the talented and charming Jameela Jamil, from ‘The Good Place’. There’s something so wonderful about the way she delivers even the most heart-wrenching lines in that same chipper, reserved, stiff-upper-lip British fashion that I found myself falling into the same rhythm of speech, so I decided to go with it. If you ever wanted to know what I thought Tahani would sound like as a mad scientist, this is it.

Play With Me: This one was a request from a Patron, who asked for something where the Domme got tied up and teased rather than the sub. So, um, I did that. This one really isn’t that complicated – a brief like that really does kind of write itself, especially because I knew this particular person’s interests well enough to know that they probably wanted entirely consensual hypnosis and not a “tables are permanently turned, muahahahaha!” kind of tale. And honestly, I suspect a lot of people genuinely do something like this with hypnosis and D/s, and it was fun to show it and maybe give people ideas.

Unraveling: Speaking of things I’ve personally found hot, I’ve mentioned that I have a kink for (non-humiliating) disassociation and depersonalization. I’d obviously never take it as far as this story, even if such a thing were possible, but in the safe space of purely hypothetical fantasies where only fictional experience the consequences of my decisions, it’s very hot to describe that kind of deep erasure and enslavement. And the prose style was just a little experimentation with tense and perspective, just because it’s fun to try new things and because I thought it seemed a little more inevitable and inexorable when described as a future event.

ZYX: When I saw this title, it immediately brought to mind reciting the alphabet backward. Isn’t it crazy how you can have the most unexpected associations sometimes? But seriously, I thought of reciting the alphabet backwards and thought it sounded like something someone could use as an induction, sort of like counting down from ten to one. But it’s also generally seen as a test of cognitive ability, which taken together implied that someone was being hypnotized and tested to see how deeply hypnotized they were. Which means, yes, we’re into “someone proves to someone else that they’re a good subject” territory.

I knew I didn’t want to do the “so and so bets they can’t be hypnotized” gimmick this time, and I wasn’t in the mood to write a pure bratty sub story. So I kind of hedged my bets and turned it into a game they play, one that the subject/submissive is a little ambivalent about how much they’re trying to resist and why. I knew I wanted it to be consensual, but I think it’s okay to show that people sometimes to have doubts and worries about what’s going on in their brain and where their D/s relationships are headed, even when they love their partner and enjoy what they’re doing. I like to think that Miku and Chris will have a good talk about it during aftercare.

And that’s it for this month – join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another installment of Liner Notes! See you then!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Unaffected”!

June 27, 2019

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–“ZYX”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Unaffected” (MC MF MD)!

Kelly has a sneaking suspicion that something’s gone very wrong in her office. All the other women have suddenly begun pairing off with every available man, presenting themselves as horny, obedient sex slaves without even realizing they’re doing it. It seems that her worst fears about the company’s machine-assisted learning project have come true… but luckily, it hasn’t worked on her. Here’s a taste:

“Well,” Kelly replied, “it seemed to start around three in the afternoon, right after that company-wide email went out announcing Project Kyrios. I was just heading to a meeting with Dan and Linda after I saw it, and Linda got there maybe a few seconds before I did. She opened the door to the conference room, and she got this very strange look on her face, like she’d forgotten why she was there… and she did this sort of full-body shudder, all over. Just for a second. And then she smiled, and then… and then she dropped to her knees.”

Mark nodded. “Could you maybe show me what it looked like?” he asked, reaching down and undoing his fly to pull his cock out of his trousers.

‘s jaw went slack, her gaze becoming glassy and unfocused behind her chunky glasses. She took a long, deep, shuddery breath, one that seemed to radiate all the way out from her chest down along her arms and legs to her fingers and toes. She blinked heavily, once, then twice. “Um… it looked kind of like that, I guess?” she said, a wide smile spreading contentedly across her face as she slid out of the chair and dropped to her knees. “That’s the best impression I can do, at least, without whatever happened to Linda happening to me.”

Mark nodded, his curiosity seemingly satisfied. He slid his pants down around his ankles and took the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger. It was already hardening as Kelly watched, and she wiggled her hips seductively as she crawled over to take a closer look. “So what happened after Linda was triggered?” he asked, concern dripping from every word.

Hope you enjoy it!

Honest Gratitude: Tumblr Reblogs

June 23, 2019

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I’m grateful to the kink community for a lot of things. I’m grateful for the wonderful support you’ve all given, I’m grateful for the amazing opportunities you’ve provided me, I’m grateful for the fun (and sometimes very hot) times I’ve had with people in the community. I’m so grateful, in fact, that I can’t do a “gratitude” post because I’m afraid of all the things I might miss and all the people who might feel left out. So I’m going to narrow down my focus to one specific thing I’m grateful for this time, and talk about others another time.

Today, I’d like to thank everyone who reblogs my Tumblr posts. I understand that not everyone can; sometimes I see someone clicking like on ten to twenty of my posts in a row and when I go look at their profile, they have a vanilla blog with the “Likes” and “Following” locked down from view. I’m grateful to those people for reading my work and letting me know in the only way they can that it’s making them happy…

But there’s nothing quite like reblogging. It lets me know that someone appreciated my work enough to want to put it on display, to say to their audience, “This is something I enjoyed and something that spoke to me.” It supports me – I get that not everyone has even four bucks a month to throw my way for stories, and knowing that those people provided me with free viral advertising out of the kindness of their heart really touches me. It’s both sweet and important, and I appreciate it.

But the best thing of all is when people reblog my posts with their reactions. That’s truly, genuinely amazing to see, someone opening up and letting themselves be known on a very personal level by talking about what turns them on. Even I don’t do that all the time; I have characters who like to be tied up, whipped, flogged, brainwashed, milked, facefucked, licked, and generally abused, but at the end of the day my characters aren’t me. Someone who reblogs my posts with an addition, even if it’s as simple as “Hot”, is saying that yes, this affected them deeply enough to want to tell the world how they felt. That’s powerful. That’s intimate. That’s appreciated.

So to all those people… thank you. Each and every one of you. I always notice, even when I’m too shy to respond, and I’m always grateful.

Mind Control Filk Is Back!

June 22, 2019

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(With apologies to Whitney Houston…)

Pocket watch strikes the hour
And your mind begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase your thoughts away
I’ve done alright up to now
It’s the pendulum that shows me how
And when the trance falls, the hypnotist calls

Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna wash the brain of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny
Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna blank the thoughts of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny

My spiral saps away your senses
Spinning round and round
Sooner or later, resistance ends
And you wind up sinking down
I need a slave who’s in a trance
With arousal burning like sweet romance
So when your mind falls
Obedience calls

Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna wash the brain of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny
Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna blank the thoughts of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny

Somebody oo Somebody oo
Somebody who’s horny yeah
Somebody oo Somebody oo
To sink into my will oh

I need a pet who’ll take off pants
And surrender to me with mindless trance
So when your thoughts stall
You answer my call

Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna wash the brain of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny
Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna blank the thoughts of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny

Don’tcha wanna trance with me baby
Dontcha wanna trance with me slave
Hey Don’tcha wanna trance with me baby
With somebody who’s mindless

Don’tcha wanna trance say you wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance say you wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance say you wanna trance
With somebody who’s horny

Trance

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Xhalation”!

June 19, 2019

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–“Unraveling”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Xhalation” (MC FF)!

When an obnoxious goth starts to vape right next to Sarah in the waiting room at her therapist’s office, Sarah thinks she can deal with the situation. But it turns out that this vapor isn’t nicotine or CBD; it’s a strange new drug called ‘X’, and Sarah isn’t ready for what it does to her. Here’s a taste:

Sarah tried not to give in to the feeling of uncertainty that threatened to tip the conversation off-balance, but Goth Chick clearly saw her opportunity and pounced. “This isn’t ecstasy,” she said, wiggling her vape pen around like a conductor tuning up a symphony. “You can’t even smoke ecstasy, it doesn’t vaporize unless you mix it with some literally toxic shit and that stuff just makes you choke. This is X, Becky. It’s a whole new thing, and it’s better than anything you ever tried in the suburbs.” She took another long, deep hit off the pen and blew the stream of mist right up into Sarah’s face. “See?”

Sarah coughed and spluttered, all her bad-ass bitch credentials pulled out from under her as she choked on the vapor like a college freshman trying weed for the first time. She couldn’t stop herself from getting a good, deep lungful of the thick fog, though, and the green smell assailed her senses even more strongly as the cloud surrounded her. It made her feel strangely dizzy, like the waiting room had suddenly developed a list to starboard, and she reached out to grab the arm of the chair to keep herself from falling over.

Goth Chick snorted with laughter, standing up and looming over Sarah in big, heavy boots. “Looks like Becky from the suburbs doesn’t know how to handle her shit, huh?” she said, blowing another cloud into Sarah’s face for emphasis. “See, that’s the thing about X. It’s got the best kick to it, but if you’re kind of a lightweight, well, it’s gonna leave you a little bit fucked up. Like, I smoke a little before my sessions because it helps open my mind up, lets me take in advice better, but you? This shit’s going to pry the top of your head clean off, Becks. I wonder what I should put in there.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Classic Mind Control: Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore!

June 15, 2019

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I just finished posting this week’s Early Bird Reward story to my Patrons, and I realized just before I put it up that I really did have an obligation to mention the authors who inspired it, Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore. They were a couple who met as fans and became professional collaborators, and they wrote prolifically for decades on some genuinely amazing stories – some of which, as it just so happened, have a connection to mind control. They weren’t necessarily erotic… unless, like me, you find mind control inherently sexy… but they’re amazing work, and well worth tracking down.

The story that specifically inspired my tale is called “The Twonky”, and involves a mechanic who tumbles down a reality hole from some unspecified place/time/dimension and finds himself in a radio factory in what was then the present day. Only he doesn’t build radios, you see. He builds twonkies. And he’s very good at it. If he needs to put them into the chassis of a radio receiver, or if he needs to work with non-standard parts, he can do it. He soon disappears back where he came from, but not before he’s built a twonky that looks just like a radio. And when someone buys it…

Well, I don’t want to spoil. But let’s just say that wherever the mechanic came from, it’s a place where they really didn’t like people thinking for themselves.

Another Kuttner/Moore (they published under his name, to avoid the rampant sexism in the science-fiction publishing field at the time) story that uses mind control prominently is “The Proud Robot”, part of a series of tales they wrote about an inventor whose skill and inspiration was… let’s just say ‘unlocked’… by copious amounts of alcohol. Which meant that he sometimes woke up from being blackout drunk to find that he’d invented something so brilliant that even he didn’t know how it worked. In this case, it was an android that he’d built to solve a particular problem, but his besotted mind had fallen victim to feature creep and made a robot capable of doing everything from seeing the future to flawlessly hypnotizing people. And it won’t follow any instructions until he tells it to do the thing he invented it to do.

…this is where I mention that these are stories from an era when society viewed alcoholism more as an amusing vice and less as a serious medical problem. There are a lot of adjustments like that you’ll have to make, simply due to the age of the stories. But they’re good stuff.

Another one that really inspired me was a short novel called “The Fairy Chessmen”, about a war between humanity and an alien race who used a different kind of physics than we do. Humanity has captured one of the alien equations that allow them to distort reality, but simply knowing it is enough to cause insanity. The idea of a memetic weapon, a secret that simply comprehending will cause the effects to occur… yeah, that’s woven into a lot of my work.

And I couldn’t talk about Kuttner and Moore without mentioning one of their best works, “Mimsy Were the Borogroves”. It’s SO unsexy – it’s about a pair of young children who encounter “educational toys” from the future that alter their thought processes so completely that they vanish into the fourth dimension – but it is an absolutely brilliant piece of writing and your life will be better for tracking it down. It’s gut-wrenching for any parent, though, just as a trigger warning. (Oh, and it was adapted into a movie, “The Last Mimsy”. Don’t bother with the film version. It doesn’t convey the sheer creepiness of the story at all.)

There’s a lot more Kuttner and Moore, I’m barely even scratching the surface. But if this helps them be forgotten even just a tiny bit less, I’ll feel like my day wasn’t wasted.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Don’t Fight It”! (MC FF)

June 13, 2019

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–“Play With Me”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Don’t Fight It” (MC FF)!

Laura has something to show Dawn. Something wonderful. Something that will change her life forever. All she has to do is take a moment, take a look… and stop resisting. Here’s a taste:

“I dunno,” Dawn said warily. “Is it, like, made of quartz or something? Because I–ut.” Dawn felt the words dry up into an inarticulate grunt as the orb suddenly burst into a vibrant display of colors that practically dragged her eyeballs down into the swirling depths of the object. She gripped the edge of the desk as a sudden wave of vertigo washed over her, forcing her to lean heavily on the solid oak for support.

Dawn tried to ask Laura what the hell was going on, what she was looking at, what was happening to her all of a sudden and why her gaze seemed to be inexplicably magnetized to the mysterious orb in front of her, but all that escaped her lips was another mumbled yelp of confusion. “Guh?” Dawn blurted out, trying to control her body and her mouth and her eyes and failing at all three.

“Ssh, shh, it’s okay,” Laura cooed softly, coming up behind Dawn and gently petting her back. “It’s okay. Don’t try to fight it. It’s so much better when you stop resisting and let it inside your mind, Dawn. You wouldn’t be able to resist anyway, so why try?” Laura’s fingers smoothed back Dawn’s long black hair, stroking it as the orb continued its implacable pull on Dawn’s gaze. The colors flowed endlessly inward, creating an optical illusion of bottomless depth that seemed to swallow Dawn’s mind more and more as she stared deeper and deeper. It felt like it was absolutely impossible to look away. Within moments, Dawn stopped even trying.

Hope you enjoy it!