Archive for September, 2015

Working Hard

September 25, 2015

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One of the things that Goddess Ru’etha sometimes does, as part of our ongoing hypnotic D/s relationship, is put me on restriction. No orgasms, no sex, no masturbation. Usually it’s for a short period of time, no more than a day each week; right now, it’s for a full week, which is what puts it in mind. (The extended length of this restriction is for primarily practical reasons–I’m helping some friends of ours expand their family, and it’s more likely to succeed if I abstain for a little while beforehand.)

Now, enforced chastity isn’t really that unusual for any D/s relationship–it helps to reinforce the power dynamic when the dominant can control when the submissive is allowed to come, and delayed gratification makes the period leading up to release part of the erotic experience. Basically, you spend a lot more time before the sex thinking sexy thoughts if you have to wait. But as with pretty much everything in our sex lives, we have some slightly different ways of approaching it because hypnosis and brainwashing is involved.

For one thing, there’s no chastity belt needed. Goddess doesn’t need to physically restrain me; She’s given me a command, and backed it with literally years of hypnotic reinforcement. It’s simply unthinkable that I would disobey Her at this point, especially on something sexual. (There’s a little leeway in everyday practical things, what we call my “major domo” self, that allows me to discuss things with Her before obeying if I have concerns about the wisdom or practicality of an action. So if She says, “Let’s get another cat,” for example, I don’t just say, “Okay.”)

(That’s just an example. I’m far more likely to be the one who says, “Let’s get another cat.” But She doesn’t have to listen to my suggestions.)

The point is, when She says I’m on restriction, that’s pretty much the end of that. I go to bed at night, and even if She’s not physically present and even if nobody but me would ever know, I simply cannot disobey that command. Which is a sexual rush in and of itself, knowing that She has that kind of control over me. And of course, it’s a sexual rush that I can’t release because of the restriction, so there’s something of a feedback loop involved that leaves me very energized by the time I am allowed to release. It’s an amazing feeling…and of course, writing erotica while on restriction, which carries its own sexual charge, only makes it more intense. (Hence the title, which is something of a pun, or play on words. The French, I believe, have a term for it.)

All in all, hypnotic restriction is a wonderful way to add heat to a D/s relationship without having to make it into a punishment or a contest of wills. It doesn’t have to be a bratty sub breaking the rules and masturbating, it doesn’t have to be a way to shame “dirty” behavior. It can simply be one way that you show your devotion to the person you love, the person who owns you. You adore them so much that obedience literally feels better than sex. And isn’t that pretty damn hot in and of itself?

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Footsteps”!

September 24, 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–“Currents”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Footsteps”! (MC MD MA)

It’s not really a story, though. It’s just an explanation about the house you’re moving into. It’s not haunted…but you may hear things. From time to time. Here’s a sample:

I’d say they started around the time Ryan moved out. Well, I say ‘moved out’, but I really don’t know what happened to him. Sorry, that sounds melodramatic and weird when I say it out loud. I’m probably creeping you out, what with the footsteps and the disappearing roommates. It’s not really that strange when I sit down and explain it, I promise.

Ryan was my last roommate. No, you never met him. He moved out before I met you. He was a co-worker of mine, he needed a place and I was looking for someone to help me make rent on this place because my first roommate was moving in with her boyfriend, and it just kind of worked out, you know? I wasn’t crazy about having a guy roommate at first, but he and I had a long talk about it to clear the air really early on, and it was smooth sailing after that. We got pretty comfortable with each other–he was really a nice guy, the kind you could really relax around–but it was never, y’know, romantic. He was just easy to talk to, you know?

But then he changed jobs to something that involved a lot of travel, and so I wound up seeing less and less of him. Most of the time he wouldn’t get home until I was too sleepy to do anything more than chat for a few minutes before I started nodding off on the couch, and he was usually gone when I got up in the morning. After a few months, I wound up having the house to myself a lot, which was actually pretty nice because–

Hope you enjoy it!

Hidden Gems of Mind Control: The Freedom Phalanx

September 18, 2015

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One of the things that I think all mind control fetishists have in common is that we all started out by finding an erotic charge in an ostensibly vanilla mind control scene in science fiction or fantasy. Whether it was Sarah Jane staring blankly at a spinning bauble in Doctor Who or Jean Grey being transformed into a sinister dominatrix in Uncanny X-Men, we all saw these scenes and thought about them in ways that may or may not have been intended. To this day, a lot of us share sequences that are particularly well-written and emphasize the mind control in a way that might not be sexy to everyone, but are certainly sexy to us. Today, I’m going to share with you one of my favorites, from Robin D Laws’ The Freedom Phalanx.

The Freedom Phalanx is one of two tie-in novels to the video game City of Heroes (a third was planned, but never published) and it focuses on the eponymous superhero group that formed a major part of the game’s mythos. This book is set in the 80s, and shows the group’s reformation after a series of disasters tore the original Freedom Phalanx apart in the 50s. They come back together after a new group of villains rises to take advantage of their absence, and the bad guys definitely decide to strike first. They attack the individual heroes, starting with Sister Psyche, an immortal psychic who’s retreated from the world to save her fragile sanity.

The important scene (well, for our purposes) is the capture of Sister Psyche. The villains have recruited a psychic of their own, one whose power is augmented by an ancient artifact (fans of the game will recognize it as the mask later worn by Vanessa DeVore when creating the Carnival of Shadows). She blasts through Sister Psyche’s resistance, attempting to drain her willpower and force her into submission. Sister Psyche, unable to resist the sheer power of the attack, instead insinuates her way past her enemy’s shields, digging into her memories for any sign of a weakness. She finds what she’s looking for…only to realize that she no longer has the volition to use the information. Her opponent’s mental attack has rendered her completely docile and passive, and she meekly walks off with her nemeses despite knowing exactly how to stop them. It’s a gorgeous sequence, very well written, and frankly you won’t be disappointed in the book as a whole either.

But there’s definitely one scene that will stick out in your mind more than the others.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Currents”!

September 17, 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–“Milk-Heavy, Pollen-Eyed”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Currents”! (MC)

This is one of my occasional induction pieces, where the story is a monologue that functions as a hypnotic induction. You can imagine reading it to someone else, or you can imagine someone else reading it to you, whichever way your watch swings. Here’s a taste:

“If it helps, imagine releasing a stream of smoke into the air as you lie there, watching the peaceful blue sky and the clouds slowly rolling by. Imagine a slow, lazy curl of purple smoke wafting up into the air and catching each and every breeze as it rises gently up. You can imagine that so easily and vividly in your mind’s eye, focusing on the mental image intently as you let everything else fade into the background.

“The smoke shows you all that energy, all those currents that were invisible to you just a moment ago. Here, you see the smoke drawn along in a swirling breeze that heads off behind you. There, you see it curling upwards into slow, spiraling patterns that turn in on themselves in a tiny little vortex before they scatter once more. Everywhere you look, you can see the way the currents reveal themselves in new and fascinating ways. The smoke diffuses into nothingness eventually, fading into the deep and placid blue of the sky, but there’s always more swirling in to replace it.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Few of My Favorite Things: Pleasure Conditioning

September 13, 2015

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When I think about the things I love most about mind control erotica, the most immediate, direct and personal that comes to mind is pleasure conditioning. Pleasure conditioning is the easiest thing in the world–the controller puts someone in a suggestible state of mind where their critical thinking faculties are dulled or diminished (trance is the most obvious example, but the victim can be stoned or even just exhausted) and then proceeds to do very nice, very naughty things to them while repeating suggestions. Not only do they begin to associate pleasure with following the commands of the controller, but the pleasure itself usually distracts the victim from even noticing that they’re being conditioned. They just know that nice things are happening to them, and that those things get nicer when they obey. It can be done on its own, in fact, although you usually see it combined with another form of control.

This is pretty much my mind control “comfort food”; when I’m not sure exactly what I want out of my erotica, I look for something that involves heavy pleasure conditioning. For one thing, it’s usually associated with “romantic” controllers (the spectrum of controllers in mind control erotica range from the “romantic”, who may be influencing their victims but at least theoretically have scruples and retain a concern for their well-being, to the “sociopathic”, who view their victims as tools to be used and discarded at will). Someone who’s pleasure conditioning a victim is making the experience a pleasant and erotic one, and that’s often associated with a submission that’s fulfilling and happy for the victim.

Which may be why it does have such positive associations for me: I make no secret of the fact that Lady Ru’etha and I are in a hypnotic D/s relationship, and that She uses hypnosis and pleasure conditioning in our lovemaking sessions to deepen our control. This was something we negotiated a long time ago, so there’s no actual coercion or deprivation of consent going on, but I feel pleasure when I obey because I’ve been brainwashed into it through years of intense conditioning. It feels good, it makes me happy, and it deepens my submission to the woman I love. When that’s echoed in a story, that makes it sexier for me. It’s just that simple, really.

I’ve used pleasure conditioning in my own stories (“Back Where You Belong”, “Joy to the World”, and “Moment of Weakness”, for example) but one story I want to highlight that does it beautifully is “Thalia’s Harem”. In particular, the first chapter has some wonderful sequences of pleasure conditioning–the viewpoint character, Donna, is eaten out by her already-brainwashed friend (have I mentioned that I love serial recruitment as well?) while Thalia, the hypnotist, conditions her. By the end, Donna has pretty much entered a fugue state where she has no conscious awareness of anything at all–it’s just a blank haze of endless bliss in her memory, and she feels helpless to resist. The subsequent sequence, where she suckles helplessly at Thalia’s breast while Thalia fingers her to orgasm and programs her, feels almost like the platonic ideal of pleasure-induced brainwashing. Definitely one of my favorite things.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Milk-Heavy, Pollen-Eyed”!

September 10, 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–“Georgia On My Mind”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Milk-Heavy, Pollen-Eyed”! (MC FF LA)

A group of scientists at a high-security research base have cultivated plant life from an alien spore pod. But one of the scientists has been forever changed by the experience. Here’s a taste:

Noelle pushed herself as far away from Vasquez as she could get. It wasn’t very far. “Doctor Vasquez,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm and soothing. “You have to listen to me. You are in the grip of a powerful, alien biological imperative right now.”

“I know,” Vasquez said, her smile widening. “Isn’t it wonderful?” She peeled her soaking wet t-shirt over her head to reveal the largest breasts Noelle had ever seen. “It’s the most important discovery in the field of biology and I’m a literal part of it. I can’t wait until daylight, Doctor Heddison. The pollen is looking for sunlight and plants to pollinate–I can feel it, like a physical force pulling at my body. And I’ll be there when it happens, not just watching but experiencing it.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for August 2015

September 5, 2015

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August was something of a busy month for me, as I was trying to get back in the saddle of writing a story a week while also working full-time and having a family life. Fortunately, I have tremendously supportive people who will say to me, “No, it’s okay, dinner is handled, you just go downstairs and write until you pass out,” which helps a lot. Thanks to that, I was able to write:

The Quiet Type: This was a little bit experimental on my part, an attempt to extend a trope I’ve always been fond of (which may make it into a later edition of “My Favorite Things”) to its ultimate extent. I really like stories where the POV character hears triggers or suggestions that they can’t comprehend, but obey reflexively anyway. Usually these are portrayed to the audience as an indistinct murmur or mumble, something that they can’t quite make out. Then they “spontaneously” get the idea to strip naked. 🙂 I thought about that, then thought about doing a story where the main character can’t make out anything the other person said, and just assumed they mumbled a lot. From there, everything pretty much fell into place as you saw.

Blank Space: This was a case of the title suggesting the story; I heard someone talking about the Taylor Swift song and thought pretty much instantly that it would make for a good story title about someone trying to recall exactly what they did the night before and having trouble due to a post-hypnotic suggestion. The two changes I made from the initial concept were 1) having her wake up in bed next to her controller, rather than come back to his house the next day and ask what happened, and 2) making it clear that the previous night’s hypnosis, up to and including the post-hyp, was entirely consensual because I like to remind people that “mind control” doesn’t actually require a lack of consent, and that non-consensual mind control is only okay in fantasy scenarios where the people involved aren’t real and give implied consent by virtue of being fictional characters. (If you don’t mind me climbing on that soapbox for a moment.) I think it works better for being less creepy like that.

Stranger In My Own House: This was actually a story requested by one of my Patrons (and as a reminder, if you’re pledging at least three dollars per story, you can send me suggestions as easy as sending me a direct message through Patreon, Twitter or email!) They wanted a superhero story, femdom, with a male superhero and a female villain inspired by Poison Ivy and her pheromone control. And they were willing to respect my rule that at the end the hero always got away, although they wished it didn’t have to be like that. I like to think I gave them what they wanted, right down to the hero remaining mind controlled at the end, while still keeping the story unexpected to them. (And to some extent to me; the line at the beginning about “The Doll Queen” was really just intended as throwaway verisimilitude, meant to establish the God of Bullets as a hero with an existing backstory. It wasn’t until the end that I realized who Gemma really was beyond simply “a semi-reformed mind-controlling supervillain.”)

Relief Is Just a Swallow Away: I’ve mentioned on occasion that one of the things I do to get ideas is read through the discography of famous musicians; in this particular case, I was going through Johnny Cash’s old songs. A lot of them didn’t work because the titles were so Christian they couldn’t mean anything else, but this one practically leapt down my eyeballs and said, “BLOWJOBS!” It was so utterly fitting as a mind control title that the story unpacked itself in my head almost before I got it onto the page. The only tricky bit is that it involved lengthy descriptions of a particular sexual act; any time you have to actually describe technique in a sex story, you are officially into heavy lifting and anyone who disagrees with that can give it a try for themselves and see. Still, I think I did it justice.

Smoke From a Distant Fire: Remember how I said that “Smoke From an Old Flame” took years to write? Well, sometime during those years, I heard the song “Smoke From a Distant Fire” on the radio and knew there’d be a sequel. I knew it would involve a Skype call, I knew it would involve extensive brainwashing, sex toys and masturbation, and I knew it’d be set about a month after the original story (which meant that it needed to go up on the archive about a month after the original story). I originally figured it would just be a case of, “Dawn calls Amy up and triggers her,” which would probably have been plenty sexy, but while I was revising “Smoke From an Old Flame” I got to the scene where Dawn rips Amy’s blouse off and the buttons scatter everywhere and I realized that finding one of those buttons would be a perfect trigger for random, unpredictable hot sex. (Also, note that she drops the button when she goes under. She’s finding that thing again in a few days.) Very happy with how this one turned out.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Georgia On My Mind”!

September 3, 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–“Doesn’t Really Matter”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Georgia On My Mind”! (MC FF)

Leigh’s a normal high school senior with normal urges, but tonight she’s having trouble keeping her mind on thoughts of cute boys. She’s got creepy, gothy Georgia Ballantine stuck in her head, and she can’t get rid of her. Here’s a sample:

Leigh sighed in frustration, thudding her head slowly against the tile wall. She was right back to Georgia again. Bad enough that Georgia spent all day staring at her, now she had to plop her chubby butt down in the middle of Leigh’s daydreams and poach Leigh’s crushes? No. Not happening. She and Georgia could have it out on Monday, but right now Leigh wanted exactly one thing and she was going to get it. With a conscious effort, she wrenched her mind back to the fantasy forest, rubbing her pussy a bit harder in the hope that it would help to keep her mind on sex.

Her fantasy self was rubbing too, massaging those cute calves that she couldn’t keep her eyes off of in gym class. Miles didn’t look at her directly–he was too shy for that, he kept his face slightly averted and glanced at her when he thought she wasn’t looking–but she could see him stiffening inside his shorts. His cock was slender, but it was long; Leigh slowly slipped a finger inside herself as she pictured it tenting his clothes.

Leigh let her eyes close completely, her finger teasing its way into the folds of her pussy as her thumb caressed around her clit. Her other hand teased her nipples, feeling them grow stiff under her fingertips. She’d been enjoying this fantasy for months, elaborating on each detail with almost ritualistic fervor, and she knew exactly what happened next. She moved her hands slowly up his leg to his thigh, watching as he blushed furiously but did nothing to stop her. “I can help with that, too,” she said in her daydream, watching a tiny drop of moisture soak through the front of his shorts.

Hope you enjoy it!