Archive for April, 2011

A Novel Induction

April 27, 2011

You hear a lot about different inductions, but they all tend to be of the “look at my swinging (watch/crystal/pendant/jockstrap/ham sandwich) and feel your eyes getting heavy”, or “listen to the ticking metronome and the sound of my voice” variety. There aren’t a lot of kinesthetic inductions out there, and so when I got hit with one yesterday, I decided to blog about it. (And it had nothing at all to do with Lady Ru’etha suggesting I blog about it. No siree.)

The induction itself was almost ludicrously simple; She and I were standing next to the enormous bean bag couch in our basement (it can be unzipped to reveal two king-size beds inside) and She just gave me a gentle push. I fell backwards onto the bean bag; She flopped down next to me, and by the time She did, I was already under. Something about the motion of falling backwards, combined with the stimulus of Her push and the knowledge that She wanted me to fall, combined with the relaxing feeling of falling onto something soft and cushioning…it was just a perfect way to fall into trance, literally. I went about as deep as I ever go, and in a very short period of time.

I’d like to tell you that we then went on to do naughty things, but there really wasn’t time. 🙂 She woke me after a few minutes and we went on with our busy day. But it was a very nice way of going under, one I suspect She’ll play with again when we have a little more time to explore it.

Rapport Is Wonderful

April 20, 2011

It’s genuinely amazing, sometimes, just how much my conditioning has put me into rapport with Lady Ru’etha. The other night, we were cuddling together in bed, and I was reading to Her (this is actually pretty common for us. She likes the way I read, and I like…well, I like things that She likes. 🙂 ) While we were so cuddling, She was touching me in some very enjoyable ways in some very enjoyable places. But it didn’t actually disrupt my reading at all.

The second I was done with the selection I was reading, I dropped into trance instantly and started to give off little whimpers of pleasure. My whole mindset changed, focusing on just what She was doing to my body for the first time (and my body started, um, reacting in ways that it hadn’t been when I was reading.) Understand, She wasn’t doing anything different to me than She had when I was reading: It was simply that on a subconscious level, I understood that I had a service I was performing, and it wasn’t time to feel that pleasure to its fullest extent and react accordingly. But as soon as I was done, my subconscious understood that it was time to do, um…other things. Very happy other things. 🙂

It’s nice, knowing that my conditioning has taken root so deeply that She doesn’t need inductions or even triggers (although She still enjoys using them, of course.) All that’s really needed by now is an understanding of Her will…and after almost a decade of knowing each other, my understanding is pretty well honed.

Requesting Assistance From the Internet Hive Mind

April 12, 2011

Does anyone know a book review website that accepts both a) self-published books, and b) erotica? I’ve seen a few that will accept one or the other, but I haven’t seen any that will do both. Searching on my own seems like it could take forever; there are, after all, a lot of book review websites out there. But if I ask all my readers to look, too…

Just drop your answer in the comments, or email it to

What Happened Next: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

April 7, 2011

I usually intend for the words “THE END” to appear at the end of my stories specifically to create an emotional impression. Even if I know what happens next, I don’t necessarily want the reader to share in that knowledge. After all, I think that the reader has the absolute right to decide what happens when the story’s over; my opinion of the events after the story ends is just that, and shouldn’t supersede the reader’s.

But every once in a while, I do have a pretty good idea, and this blog feels like the place to share it. While this isn’t meant to be “Word of God”, because I don’t believe in ’em, I do think of it as what happened after the words “THE END” for the story “Every Rose Has Its Thorn“. Which ended, as you may or may not recall…

WildRose listened to the tone in her voice, the tone no computer could disguise. “Sharpe,” she said, “I think we should meet. No earphones. No secrets. Face to face.” She paused, not quite sure how to say what she had to say, but letting that reckless excitement guide her words. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

There was a long pause before Sharpe spoke. “She brainwashed you, didn’t she.” It wasn’t even a question.

“What?” WildRose had expected a lot of different responses, but that wasn’t even on the top ten. “No! I just…I thought we should meet! We’ve been team-mates for something like six months now, we’ve saved each other’s lives, I think it’s kind of silly that we only communicate over seventeen layers of frequency encryption!” Oh, and I think you want to sleep with me, she decided not to add.

“Uh huh,” Sharpe said, her voice full of world-weary cynicism. “So you battle ‘Mistressmind’, you’re completely off the grid for about twenty minutes, and suddenly you’re full of ideas about the two of us meeting face to face? Wow, that’s the kind of coincidence that doesn’t come up often.”

WildRose rolled her eyes to the heavens. “I am not brainwashed!” she snapped out. “Listen to the police band right now! The squad cars are pulling up! Any second now, they’ll be reporting a defeated supervillain and a security guard who needs new pants!”

“Then it’s a trap,” Sharpe said. “She got to you, you told her about me, now she’s trying to lure me out into the open so she can complete her collection. Come on, how dumb do you think I am?”

“You so don’t want me to answer that right now,” WildRose grumbled. “Yes, fine, that’s right. You are right as always. It’s a trap. You’ve figured out our clever scheme. She cunningly got me to kick her in the back of the head, dislocate her shoulder, and gas her, all as part of her master plan to discover your secret identity! Wait until you see the next stage in her cunning strategy, where she becomes prison bitch to Big Aileen!”

“Hey!” Sharpe said, her own voice getting louder in WildRose’s earpiece. “Don’t take that attitude about it! You know the rules! Day One, I told you. No face to face. You accept my help or you don’t, but it’s on my terms!”

“That’s before I realized you were–” WildRose paused, her voice caught somewhere in the back of her throat. All her earlier courage seemed to have deserted her.

“Were what?” Sharpe said. “Hello? Still there? Did something happen? Did Mistressmind break out somehow?”

WildRose sighed. “I wanted to talk about this in person, but…I heard it in your voice. You like me.”

“Most of the time, yeah. I mean, I’ve gone through three of those little stress balls, and I’m popping antacids by the handful, but…”

“No, I mean…” WildRose wiggled her eyebrows, then realized how stupid she had to look to anyone watching. “You like me. As in, y’know…the way women tennis players like each other.”

There was a long pause. “Women tennis players? SRSLY? Are you going to use the Indigo Girls as your next simile, or do I get treated to an ‘Ellen’ reference?”

WildRose tried to remind herself of why she was doing this. “Look, I’m not good at this, okay? I just thought…if you wanted, maybe we could meet, because…Sharpe?” She took a deep breath. “I’m gay too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sharpe said. “I just thought that honestly, you probably wouldn’t be too into me. I mean, you’re always lusting after the amazonian type, and–”

WildRose’s voice could have cut diamond. “You. Know?”

“I did my due diligence, you don’t hide your browsing habits very well, and straight girls don’t go to ‘BigTittedAmazons.Com’,” Sharpe said apologetically. “I just figured scrawny geek girls didn’t do it for you.”

WildRose smiled, feeling her courage return. “Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. But if you don’t meet me at the Java Bar in an hour, we’ll never find out. And wouldn’t that be a shame?”

There was a long pause on Sharpe’s end. “Fine,” she said at last. “But if you’re brainwashed, I’m macing you.”

The Hows and Whys of Mind Control: Hypnosis

April 2, 2011

I’ve been thinking a bit lately about the stories I’ve written, and about different ways you can categorize them. Simon, of course, goes by “who’s controlling who”, but other people have talked about “romantic” vs. “sociopathic”, “light” vs. ‘dark”…but one that I’ve been thinking about is the method of control. So I figured I’d do a series of posts talking about the different ways that minds get controlled in erotic mind control stories (not just mine, of course, but I’ll be using mine as examples.) This will be an irregular series, going on until I can’t think of any more. 🙂

The first and most common method, at least in my stories, is hypnosis. Hypnosis involves inducing a state of heightened mental focus, relaxation, and (most importantly for our purposes) increased suggestibility through the use of a hypnotic focus and an induction. Traditionally, the focus is visual and the induction is verbal, but stories have used non-verbal inductions and non-visual foci (“Flesh for Fantasy” has a good example of a non-visual focus.) The goal of hypnosis, in erotic mind control stories, is to increase the suggestibility of the subject, allowing the hypnotist to implant ideas in their mind that they obey (and usually obey without realizing that they are obeying as the result of a suggestion.)

Hypnosis is unique in that it’s the only method of mind control that can actually be used in real life; EMC stories, however, frequently take liberties with what is possible using hypnosis. Some stories, such as “True”, use what I like to think of as “cinematic hypnosis”; others, like “Soft and Wet”, use realistic hypnosis and are based to some extent on true stories. The exact limits of what can really be done with hypnosis remain uncertain, as most hypnosis research doesn’t focus on how it can be used for sex. 🙂

Some stories of mine that prominently feature hypnosis: “True Colors”, “Feels Like the First Time”, “Who Can It Be Now?”, “Don’t Speak”.