Archive for August, 2015

A Brief Discussion of Anatomical Terms

August 29, 2015

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One of the unique challenges of writing erotica that I don’t think any other genre has to deal with is that a big chunk of it involves describing the same body parts over and over again. Not only that, but you have to describe them in terms that actually are sexy and erotic; let’s face it, the clinical terms for other body parts work perfectly well for describing them, but you can’t really write a sex scene using the words “penis” and “vagina”. Careful care has to be taken in selecting anatomical slang terms, and lucky you, I’m going to share my hard-earned insights on the subject! Obviously, these are general rules; there may be times when you can get by with breaking them in specific situations and specific characters. But they’re good guidelines to go by.

The penis, for example, has hundreds of potential options, from “anaconda” to “willy”…but 90% of them make you sound like either a middle-schooler just learning to swear or a fratboy who’s far more impressed with his genitalia than anyone else in the room. You can’t unironically use “anaconda”, “dong”, “love muscle”, “pecker”, “schlong”, “wiener”, “wang” or “trouser snake” without totally throwing someone out of the story and relegating your erotica to something they do dramatic readings of at conventions. Likewise, “member” or “manhood”, while not terrible, are so bowdlerized that you’re pretty much turning your porn into Victorian romance novels the second you throw them in.

There’s really only one clear choice for the penis: “Cock”. The hard “k” sound at the beginning and the end gives it a certain melodious emphasis that allows you to take it seriously as something someone would want to put into their hands, mouth or elsewhere, and it helps that it has consonance with “fuck”. (There’s probably a whole other essay to be written on the terms for the act of sex, but we’re staying focused here.) When you talk about a cock, you’re talking about something intense on a physical and emotional level, which is necessary to make a sex scene work. If you have to vary it up a little, you can use “dick”, but that’s something that really works best as an internal monologue. It’s emotionally neutral, a slang term for your own body part rather than that of the person you want to fuck, and needs to be used sparingly for that reason.

Women have a different problem–most of the terms for their genitals seem to have been coined by people who don’t like them that much. (The genitals, that is, not the women, although a case could certainly be made for “all of the above”.) Talking about a woman’s “gash” or “cooch” makes it sound like you’re kind of weirded out by what you see down there, and “beaver”, “poon” or “cooter” gets you right back to fratboy territory. The ones that are food-based, like “hair pie” or “bearded oyster” or “pink taco”, just sound silly and embarrassing, and they also have that same jarring effect that I mentioned above. If you’re picturing hairy seafood during a sex scene, you are probably not going to be in the mood.

Luckily, there are some good candidates. “Muff” and “cunny” both have a certain charming, even adorable connotation to them; they make it sound like something you want to cuddle up to and pet, which if your sexual preferences are anything like mine you probably do. “Pussy”, like “dick”, is a neutral slang choice; it’s not particularly sexy, but it’s also not clinical like “vagina” and can be used safely when people describe their own bodies for the most part. (Incidentally, when describing individual elements of the overall genitalia for either gender, it’s okay to be clinical–tongues can stroke the labia, lick the shaft, that kind of thing. Also, the only acceptable slang term for the clitoris is “clit”. Anything else runs the risk of sounding astonishingly stupid.) “Quim” is a beautiful term, almost Shakespearean, and sounds kind of classy. And apparently the MPAA doesn’t know what it means. “Snatch” and “twat” are both on the borderline of fratboy, and should be used with caution, but you can sprinkle them in lightly if you’ve run out of other terms to use.

“Cunt” is controversial, because it’s been used so many times as a gendered slur that many women have come to dislike the word altogether. Me, I feel that it needs to be rescued from that use, because it has the same sense of urgency and power that “cock” has; it’s a description that feels like it actually has weight on your tongue, with the hard “k” sound at the beginning and the solid “t” at the end. A “pussy” feels cute and sweet; a “cunt” feels like something you need. While I feel strongly that it should never be used to describe a person, it is a gorgeously profane term for a woman’s sex. (Oh yes, and you can get by with describing it as just her “sex” in a pinch, but once you write about someone’s “manhood” entering someone’s “sex”, you’re getting dangerously close to parasols-and-tea-sandwiches territory.)

Breasts, thankfully, are one of the few erogenous zones that can be described without needing to resort to slang terms. You can simply mention them as things to be licked, kissed, sucked, fondled, bitten, whipped and generally caressed without anyone feeling like they’re in a doctor’s office. (Depending on who their doctor is, I suppose.) But if you need to use synonyms simply to avoid repetition in a paragraph, you can generally get by with “tits” as a term on the lines of “cunt” and “cock” above. “Boobs”, like “dick” and “pussy”, can be used by a character to describe their own body in an informal but nonsexual fashion. Anything else, from “hooters” to “jugs” to “cans” to “rack” to “melons” to “yabos”, should only be used if you are describing someone who is a jackass describing a woman’s breasts. (Which can be useful to know, really.) Oh, and nipples are always just nipples. “Nips” if you’ve already written the word “nipples” so many times it’s losing all meaning to you, but that’s it.

Which leaves the buttocks, bringing up the rear. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.) As with “penis” and “vagina”, you can’t really describe it in clinical terms–nothing kills an anal sex scene like the phrase, “they spread their buttocks”. You’re really down to a tiny number of realistic choices, here; unless you want to provoke unintentional gales of laughter by describing his cock thrusting into her keister, you’re down to “butt” or “ass”. And since “butt” fits in with “dick”, “pussy” and “boobs” in that category of “informal but nonsexual”, you’re looking at “ass” for your sex scenes. And so are your characters.

Hopefully, this is a help to all you would-be smut writers out there. And discriminating porn readers–the next time you read a scene about a virile stud pounding his schlong into her cooter, you know where to send them!

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Doesn’t Really Matter”!

August 27, 2015

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–“Smoke From a Distant Fire”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Doesn’t Really Matter”! (MC FF) It’s about Piper, who’s having trouble avoiding the attentions of a woman at a restaurant. It seems that for every objection Piper puts up, the woman has the same response…

“I see you’ve noticed my ring,” the woman said, almost as if reading Piper’s thoughts. “Isn’t it beautiful? So many colors, swirling and sparkling on its surface as it scatters the light. It almost seems to glow from within, doesn’t it?”

Piper nodded without looking away from the ring. “What kind of stone is it?” she asked.

“It’s opal, but that doesn’t really matter,” the woman responded. “What’s important is that it’s pretty, and that you want to watch it, isn’t that right?” Piper nodded again, leaning in slightly to get a better view. “That’s right, dear. Just keep watching, letting those pretty rainbow colors dance in your eyes. A well-cut opal reflects so many colors that it’s almost hard to keep track of. It helps if you focus on it. Imagine that inner glow drawing your eyes in, Piper, narrowing your gaze down so that all you see is my opal.”

Piper looked up sharply, the spell of the opal broken for the moment. “How did you know my name?”

Hope you enjoy it!

Review: softi’s “Playing With Fire” (Spoilers)

August 22, 2015

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I probably read fewer stories on the Erotic Mind Control Stories Archive than I should, and I certainly review fewer than I should. Part of this is simply that when I write, I’m not reading, and I barely have time to do all the writing I want let alone do all the reading I want on top of that. Part of it is that yes, I’m picky, and not everything strikes my fancy. That’s not to say that anything I don’t review sucks, but I do feel like I don’t want to single out a story just to pummel its flaws. Life’s too short to be mean. So when I review a story, you can already tell that I thought it was worth singling out for special attention. (And probably that I had at least one orgasm while reading it. No point in lying.)

I clicked through on “Playing With Fire” in last week’s update for a few reasons: 1) softi is a good author who generally delivers something that reads well, even if it’s not to my taste, and 2) I’ve usually got time for any “red” story on the EMCSA, at least for a paragraph or two. As I read, a third reason became apparent: This one was, according to softi, inspired by one of my old stories, and I’m just enough of a sucker for flattery that I’m willing to pay attention to that.

The story is by no means a rip-off of my old work, though; it’s very transformative, both in terms of setting (softi takes the story to a college campus, where a co-ed is enticed into playing out her hypno-kinky desires with an unscrupulous professor) and more importantly in point-of-view. The story isn’t told from the perspective of the young woman who blackmails her professor into messing with her mind; it’s told from the point of view of the friend she entrusts with the secret in order to keep her safe. This does make for a slightly rough entry into the story, because there’s some exposition there that has to be delivered from the perspective of someone who’s decidedly not hypnokinky and not into the stuff her friend is doing, which doesn’t pull you out of the story but does pull you just a wee bit out of enjoying it fully, but it more than pays off when it becomes clear that this is one of my old favorites, a serial recruitment story.

Because Amy is reviewing videos of Caroline living out her kinky fantasies, and while Amy is reasonably certain that she doesn’t share them, it wouldn’t be an erotic mind control story if the hypnotist wasn’t much more powerful, charismatic and sensual than the protagonist/victim gives them credit for. (This technically falls under the rubric of spoilers, but softi isn’t really hiding the plot twist from anyone other than Amy.) Amy is watching a hypnotist put someone through their sexual paces every couple of days, and it’s not too long before she’s doing a lot of things without even thinking about it. Which is yummy.

If I had a complaint, it’d probably be that the timeframe is too short; even if softi wasn’t going to show more sessions between Caroline and her enthralling professor, it would have been nice to at least imply them in order to make the…thoroughness of the control a bit more plausible. But it’s all worth it for the last few paragraphs, which are a beautiful crescendo of brainwashing and submission. This one is well worth a read.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Smoke From a Distant Fire”!

August 21, 2015

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–“Relief Is Just a Swallow Away”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Smoke From a Distant Fire”! (MC FF)

After the events of “Smoke From an Old Flame”, Amy and Dawn have decided to give a long-distance relationship a try. But can you really have a sexually-fulfilling relationship when you’re thousands of miles away from your girlfriend/Mistress? Well…

“Good girl!” Dawn’s rubbing had become a little more insistent. “Stand up for me now, pet.”

Amy stood up from her chair, taking a step or two back in order to make sure that her Mistress had a good view of her body. Her hands hadn’t left her breasts since the moment she turned on the webcam, and the individual tingles of pleasure had long ago merged into a slow, rolling wave of sensual heat that flowed through her body over and over again. “I obey,” she responded in sleepy tones, with only the pitch of her voice giving away her arousal.

“Good pet,” Dawn said. The arousal in her voice was clear and unmistakable. “Tell me, pet…how many times have you masturbated since we last talked?”

Amy’s waking self thought the last time they’d talked was a week ago, when they’d spent an hour on the phone together gossiping about politics, but her deep self knew better. “Seven,” she said.

“In three days?” Dawn grinned wickedly. “Sounds like you’ve been a very horny little slut, haven’t you?”

Hope you enjoy it!

A Few Of My Favorite Things: Serial Recruitment

August 16, 2015

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I’ve been talking a bit lately about what I, personally, like in my erotic mind control fiction. It’s a sub-sub-sub-genre, perhaps, but it’s one that has a lot of special and unique (and really sexy tropes) that may not always get attention from the wider kink community. I figure that if I talk about them here, people who already love them will have nice happy thoughts about them and people who may not have thought that erotic mind control was for them will say to themselves, “Erotic mind control includes that? Wow, I always just thought it was the guy with the greasy hair and the pocket watch saying, ‘You are getting sleeeeeepy…'”

Which, admittedly, it’s that too. But it’s also serial recruitment! Serial recruitment is when a mind controller, having sufficiently dominated the will of their latest conquest, gives them the tools to mind control others. (The exact mechanism doesn’t matter–they can give them a spare mind-control ray, or teach them hypnosis, or hand over a copy of the subliminal-encoded DVD.) Whatever it is, the recruiter spreads the influence of the original controller virally; one victim becomes one controller who enslaves another victim, which makes for two controllers, who enslave two victims, and so on until the entire world becomes the original controller’s personal harem. Or not, because a common theme of these stories is the old programming term “Garbage In, Garbage Out”, and many of the plot twists involve dealing with unintended consequences of handing the means of control off to another party.

But plot aside, what I find sexy about it is that I virtually always sympathize with the victim in any mind control story. I am submissive, I like to be controlled, and so I’m naturally going to want to imagine myself in the role of the helplessly-ensnared thrall. But with serial recruitment, both parties are helplessly-ensnared thralls. The person ostensibly in control is also struggling to resist the commands that made them want to brainwash others. So you have not one but two parties struggling against irresistible control, and you have both parties slowly failing in their efforts to resist. That’s just yummy from both ends.

I’ve used this trope quite a few times, in stories like “Dare To Be Stupid”, “Good Morning Little School Girl”, and perhaps most notably “True Colors”, where serial recruitment is pretty much the central theme of the story. But I feel like one of the people to make serial recruitment sexiest is the extremely talented and incredibly dark Trilby Else, who pretty much defined a lot of the EMC subgenre back in the early days of the EMCSA. His work is not always to everyone’s tastes; it’s pretty much common knowledge among the people who read mind control erotica that he tends to take control to its ultimate extremes. Gorean domination enthusiasts imagine that they’re pushing the envelope, but Trilby has been known to turn his protagonists into smiling puppets…and one of the things he often makes those puppets do is brainwash others into mindless drones as well.

That said, he makes it so sexy that it’s frequently worth reading just for the enslavement sequences. His original serial recruitment story, “Watering Hole”, is both beautiful and tragic in equal measures, combining the kind of heartfelt and sensuous erotic that comes from writing about two people in love with scenes where one of them is helpless to resist betraying and brainwashing the other. It’s like nothing else, and while it does hurt to read, it’s also amazing.

If you’re looking for something just a little bit less about defeat and despair mixed in with your hot brainwashing sexytimes, you can go with “Worm”, which is a little lighter in that the victims are a cartoonish bunch of GI Joe-in-lingerie heroines called FreedomForce, and their insidious infiltration by sinister mind controllers is made just unrealistic enough that you can enjoy it guilt-free. (Or at least I could.) There’s a sequence in there that perfectly encapsulates serial recruitment to me–the team psychologist has her programming reinforced through the communications link, and covers her tracks by brainwashing the tech assigned to monitor the link. The moment where the tech realizes that she’s being hypnotized and her resistance collapses (which is also an amnesia trap, by the way) is definitely one of my favorite things.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Relief Is Just a Swallow Away”!

August 13, 2015

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–“Stranger In My Own House”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Relief Is Just a Swallow Away”! (MC MF MD)

Brandi’s got a little problem. There’s something she needs, a craving that’s left her unsettled and on edge and desperate for relief, and only her husband Manny can provide it. But don’t worry–as long as Manny’s around, relief is just a…well, you get the idea. Here’s a taste, pardon the pun:

Four minutes wasn’t that long, right? She’d already waited at least twenty minutes, staying patient (well, pretty patient) ever since Manny had texted her to say he was on his way home. She hadn’t even felt like this for most of it–at least, she was pretty sure she hadn’t. She wasn’t quite sure how long she’d been like this. The feeling always kind of crept up on her. One moment, she’d be just fine, maybe doing a little dusting or getting dinner ready, and the next she’d suddenly realize her knees were wobbling and her stomach felt weird and tight and her shoulders felt all tense and knotted up from not-quite-stress, and she’d start looking at that clock and waiting for–

The door opened three minutes ahead of schedule. Brandi raced across the living room and stumbled to her knees in front of Manny just as he closed the door. “Hey babe,” Manny said. “How’re you–“

Brandi fumbled at his belt buckle with shaking hands, yanking it free and pulling his pants down to his ankles. The bulge in his boxer shorts made her salivate uncontrollably, and she pulled his cock out and wrapped her lips around it with an audible sigh of relief. She felt it twitch in her mouth, already stiff as she bobbed her head back and forth. Manny leaned back against the doorframe, his words dissolving into a low, wavering moan as she sucked.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for July 2015

August 8, 2015

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Hi all! Now that my birthday festivities are concluded, I can go on with my normal blogging–in this case, talking a bit about my inspirations for last month’s stories. Last month was a bit of a short month, of course, with the one-week hiatus, so we’ll be talking about three stories…but crucially, they’re the three stories that mark the point where I started writing again after my own, much longer hiatus.

One Thing Leads To Another: This is actually one I’d had in mind for a long time. For one thing, it’s an 80s song that gets a lot of airplay, so the title has been in my mind a lot. I originally thought of structuring it as a chain of seeming coincidences that led to someone getting enslaved, but the idea never seemed to gel properly. It was only when I thought about it in terms of a seduction, a description of how people wind up in bed together without ever actually intending to, that it started to click. I decided to make it a lesbian story, because I like lesbian stories and because the power dynamic felt right (it could also have been femdom, but I’d already decided to set it at a Christian college because transgressing on sexual taboos is erotic and if you’re going to have “good Christians” having transgressive sex, might as well go all the way). And from there, the story pretty much writes itself. After, you know, two or three years of avoiding sitting down at the keyboard and actually doing it. 🙂

Back Where You Belong: One of the things I’ve been watching a lot lately (in terms of smut, that is) is Hegre Body Art clips. They’re very slow, sensual, beautiful pieces of erotic video that really do feel like a sex-positive celebration of the human body, and they also tend to be long, slow teases to orgasm (or multiple orgasms) with one person in a very passive position and the other one doing the manipulating. This makes them perfect to insert a mental soundtrack of brainwashing and pleasure conditioning, which is yummy. This was pretty much me writing a description of one of their videos with my mental soundtrack added. (For the record, I have no idea what Felicia’s being conditioned to do. Leaving her as a “sleeper agent” was my way of punting.)

Smoke From an Old Flame: Okay, technically speaking, this is the last story I worked on before I ran out of gas a few years ago. In fact, that was probably part of the problem; as you might have noticed, this wound up being one of the longest things I ever wrote, and I was determined to make it a long sex-filled romp specifically because the two things I hear more often on Literotica are “This was too short!” and “Not enough sex!” So this is a story for that audience. The title came from a country music album cover I saw, and the intent was just to get the principals in bed together right away and come up with inventive things for them to do there. I wound up finishing it between other stories, and so it wasn’t the first thing I had in the pipeline when I came back. Which is probably good, because the reaction from the MC Forums and Garden was, “Too long and too much sex, I got bored,” and that might have sent me into another tailspin right there. 🙂 As it was, I remain very proud of it, and there is a (shorter) sequel on the way.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Stranger In My Own House”!

August 6, 2015

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 (August 1st–the posting is keeping to Simon’s schedule on the EMCSA) 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 Space”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Stranger In My Own House”! (MC MF FD CB)

The superhero known as the God of Bullets has gotten home from his battle for truth and justice to find a little surprise waiting for him. Can he overcome Femme Fatality’s seductive wiles and retain his free will? No, he most certainly cannot. Here’s a taste:

“Believe it or not,” Femme Fatality purred out in a voice that sounded like whiskey mixed with buckwheat honey, “this really is all just coincidence.” She was lounging on his bed, her body swathed in the trademark silken scarves that were soaked in her mind-numbing scent, shifting just a little to let the translucent fabric tease her naked body underneath.

Behind her, Gemma lay unconscious on the same bed. She’d been hogtied with two scarves around her wrists and ankles, and a third acted as a gag. Huang tried to focus on how angry that made him, and how worried he was for his wife’s safety. It helped keep his mind off of the strength of the erection he’d just gotten.

“I mean, by the time I found the house, it was obvious who you really were,” she said, “but I really wasn’t looking for the God of Bullets at all.” Fatality parted her legs slightly, not enough to let Huang see anything but enough to make him all too uncomfortably aware of what he wasn’t seeing. “You know me, I’ve never been one for revenge. There’s no profit in it. I’ve always said that if you’re foolish enough to go looking for your enemies, you deserve whatever you get.”

Hope you enjoy it!

A Few of My Favorite Things: Amnesia Traps

August 1, 2015

It occurred to me recently that while I sure as hell write a lot of smut, it’s not like I exclusively write about the things that turn me on. A lot of the time, I write things for the challenge of representing a fetish well even when it’s one that I don’t have, or because the idea got stuck in my head and I can’t get it out even though I know it’s not going to turn me on. (“I Alone” is a perfect example of an idea I wrote just to get it out of my head and onto the paper.) The point is, I don’t talk a lot about my actual turn-ons regarding hypnosis. And it might be interesting to talk about them here, because a lot of people don’t talk about what they like about their kinks and we should all do that more often so that they get indulged.

Long story short, I’m going to tell you about the things that make me hot when I read them and when I write them. Today, it’s amnesia traps!

I don’t know if that’s the term anyone else uses for this particular trope, but it’s when a character is unaware that they’re participating in a scenario that they’ve actually encountered before, perhaps even on multiple occasions. The hypnotist knows, of course; they planted post-hypnotic suggestions not just to forget, but to return for programming at a predetermined time without any idea that they’re responding to programming.

But it’s more than that–the key part of what makes an amnesia trap sexy for me is the specific idea that the hypnotist (and it obviously doesn’t have to be hypnosis, any form of brainwashing will do) is doing this as a means of reducing subconscious resistance to their commands. Each time the victim goes through the scenario, their conscious mind believes it to be the first time, but their subconscious mind knows that they’ve already tried and failed to resist, and that they’re responding to the hypnotist’s commands. Each repetition of the scenario reinforces the commands that have been implanted during the first encounter with the hypnotist, strengthens the part of the subconscious that wants to obey, and weakens the will to resist. The victim believes that they are a normal, strong-willed individual encountering an unusual situation for the first time, and they’re confused by their inability to resist the hypnotist’s power. Without the ability to remember that they’re fighting deeply ingrained programming, they attribute their lack of resistance to weakness of will, which makes them easier to brainwash. A story that uses this trope almost functions as its own sequel, because every time through the loop is perceived as the first for the subject.

I’ve written a few stories like this (“Always Something There To Remind Me”, “The End Is the Beginning Is the End”, and the recent “Back Where You Belong”) but to me, it’s always going to be “Madame Zoe” by RC (who was not just one of my inspirations but the person who really made me realize I was a hypnofetishist and that I wasn’t the only one out there, so if you’re reading this, THANK YOU!) that perfectly encapsulates this trope. There’s a long, sexy induction at the beginning of the story that’s hot in and of itself, but what’s unbelievably sexy about it is that it’s just the introductory sequence–Madame Zoe wakes up the amnesiac police officer and walks her through an entire seduction that’s utterly irresistible to Cindy for reasons she can’t even understand, let alone explain. Cindy has no hope in hell of resisting Madame Zoe’s power, because she’s already been conditioned to obedience. Thinking about that being done to me gives me happy shivers. In terms of what I look for in a story, it’s definitely one of my favorite things.