Archive for October, 2015

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “I Was Made For Loving You”!

October 29, 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–“But I Am a Good Girl”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “I Was Made For Loving You”! (MC MF MD RB)

This story follows a day in the life of PHOEBE (Prototype Humanoid Operated Entirely By Electronics) as she serves her Master. PHOEBE is the ultimate servitor robot–she’s so realistic, she’s almost human…

Here’s a taste:

Once she’d fueled up and overclocked her processor with a cup of coffee, PHOEBE went ahead and ran a performance test on the treadmill. She usually ran for about thirty minutes, just to confirm that her drive units were operating to within tolerance levels. By the end, she could definitely feel a little bit of battery loss, but nothing significant. She hopped off the treadmill and headed to the shower.

After a moment of fiddling with the water temperature to get it to optimal levels, PHOEBE washed her chassis. She remembered when she first came online–she had been absolutely terrified of the shower! It wasn’t until her second or third debugging session that her owner had programmed her to understand that she was waterproof. Now, PHOEBE actually enjoyed spending a little extra time under the sluicing water. She always took a little bit more care than was necessary soaping up her drink dispensers–they were more decorative than functional, but they definitely fuzzed up her CPU with pleasant bursts of static when she handled them. It was easy to lose track of her internal chronometer while she indulged.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Cavalcade of Erotic Horror

October 25, 2015

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It is now, officially, the week of Halloween, the best ever holiday (with Christmas running a close second, which is why I wholeheartedly support starting Yuletide celebrations on November 1 and not a second sooner). Time for some scary, creepy, and…sexy? Sure, why not? I don’t do a ton of erotic horror, because as a submissive myself I generally tend towards endings where someone gets just as enslaved as they secretly wanted to be and stay that way forever, but I’ve done a few pieces that definitely fall into the creepy camp. It’s a natural part of sexual fantasy, I think; since we’re all playing in the entirely safe confines of our head when we fantasize, it’s only natural that we explore things we couldn’t do in real life. One of those things can very well be experiencing the negative consequences of sex in an entirely safe way–we get “punished” for our “naughty” desires, and can experience that catharsis without real suffering.

But enough theorizing–let’s talk about how to spend a whole week with my erotic horror! Tonight is the 24th of October as I write this, and I thought you might like to start with a haunted house story. That’s what “Our House” really is–the strange women with lavender eyes who haunt the mansion Kit visits in the tale aren’t the monsters of the piece. They’re the victims. It’s the house that brings them in, to stay and play with it forever.

For tomorrow, October 25th, I think it would be best to ease you into the classic horror themes, so let’s go with a werewolf story that’s not necessarily about the monster you think it is. “Hungry Like the Wolf” is about a werewolf, and it is about a sadistic monster, and it is about a werewolf hunter who plans to shoot the beast as it preys on innocents on the moor…but not necessarily with the connections you’d expect.

Of course, horror isn’t always just about your classic monsters–there are a lot of alien horror stories out there. On October 26th, might I recommend a pair? “Milk-Heavy, Pollen-Eyed” is a story about alien contamination and transformation (rendered, as is the norm for erotic horror, through big-breasted women suckling at each other’s tits and being brainwashed by their milk). On the other hand, “Two Tickets to Paradise” is about that old standby, aliens enslaving us one by one and using us to enslave each other. It’s also got tentacle sex! (That is by way of enticement or warning, depending on your feelings towards tentacle sex.)

We can’t let Halloween go by without some sort of homage to the masters of horror, so October 27th is all about Lovecraftian horror. These aren’t Mythos stories–I wouldn’t feel like I had the right–but there’s definitely a Lovecraftian flair to each of them. “Eternal Flame” features ancient gods, mysterious caverns, and expeditions to distant lands, while “I Ran So Far Away” features sinister cults, dread transformations, and terrible secrets buried deep within the earth.

Once we get to October 28th, shit is starting to get real, so let’s talk zombies. Honestly, I’ve never tried to write literal zombie erotica–I think that it’d be hard to make an actual reanimated corpse sexy, so I generally stick with zombie-like creatures. In “Zombie”, that means a literal zombi created by voodoo magic; in “She Came In Through the Bathroom Window”, it’s people transformed by a virus into uncontrollable nymphomaniacs. And in “All You Zombies”, one of my stranger stories, it’s a memetic virus that spreads through touch–the zombies are literally fucking people’s brains out until they stop thinking of anything other than sex.

On October 29th, it’s time to get to the classics of Halloween, erotic horror, and mind control erotica alike: Vampires! Unsurprisingly, I’ve done a few variations on the theme over the years. For those of you who wonder what it would be like to serve a vampire, you can go with “Losing My Religion”, about a cult who serves an immortal monster, or you can go with “Transylvanian Concubine”, which takes the idea that you’d have to be crazy to serve a vampire and runs with it. Or, for those of you who just want to imagine falling into those endless eyes and baring your neck for the bite, you can read “Kiss Me Deadly”! If you’re in the mood for a last little morsel of vampiric strangeness, you can read “Vampire”, the creepiest encyclopedia entry ever.

For the evening of October 30th, I’d like to suggest the trilogy of short stories I co-wrote with Thrall, which we both consider to be some of our best material. “A Hazy Shade of Winter” introduces Dalila, an immortal who devours human souls a little bit at a time, while “A Whiter Shade of Pale” makes clear her plans for Abby, the photographer who caught her attention. And “Love Like Winter” finishes the story as Dalila and Abby’s wife Carly battle to the death over Abby’s soul. It should make for some excellent late night reading on the night before Halloween.

On Halloween night itself, October 31st, you’ll probably be busy with parties and trick or treating and all the fun and frivolities of the best night of the year…so let’s just give you a quiet little ghost story to round out the season, shall we? “The Bitch Is Back” is inspired by Peter Straub’s novel Ghost Story, but I think it stands in its own right. It’s a quiet little story about sex, enslavement, and revenge that hopefully leaves you with chills for all sorts of reasons as we leave the ghosts and ghouls behind and head on towards Christmas.

(Oh yeah, and Thanksgiving is in there too.)

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “But I Am a Good Girl”!

October 22, 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–“Linger”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “But I Am a Good Girl”! (MC FF MD)

Tara is willing to do anything to please her Master. Or at least, she wants to be willing to do anything to please her Master. But when he tests one of her boundaries, will she really be able to obey the way she wants to?

Here’s a taste:

I take the collar out of my purse and snap it into place around my neck with fumbling fingers. My hands shake as I fit the strap through the buckle. I’m always nervous when I come to visit Master–I’m not afraid of Him, but I’m always afraid of disappointing Him. I want so much to earn his praise that I can’t even describe it. I live and die on a word, a glance, a single caress that touches me deeper than a thousand lovers. I know it sounds needy, even desperate when I put it into words, but that’s only because words can’t really capture the way it feels to be His. To belong to him.

I put the collar on and stop in front of the mirror, making sure I look perfect for Him. I’m always nervous, but this time even more so. This time, there is a second pile of clothes sitting next to mine.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Few of My Favorite Things: Waking Into Trance

October 17, 2015

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I’ve been talking a lot about the things I like to see in my smut, but this particular one of my favorite things is a favorite both in smut and in real life. It’s when a hypnotist (in this case, my hypnodomme Lady Ru’etha) wakes up a subject from sleep with a hypnotic induction, so they go from a sleep state to a state of incredibly deep hypnosis with no actual waking awareness in between. It is one of the most delicious sensations you could possibly imagine, and in this case I speak from personal experience; your first awareness is the awareness that you’re aware of having no awareness, and you move smoothly and easily into a pure, obedient, submissive trance without any resistance at all from either your conscious or subconscious mind. Your conscious mind doesn’t resist because you are literally not conscious, and your subconscious mind starts from such a vulnerable and open place that all the suggestions sink in perfectly. It is the sexiest feeling of pure, helpless submission you can imagine, and I love every time She does it to me so much.

I’ve used the motif of waking up with your hypnotist a lot, in stories like “Then the Morning Comes” and “Blank Space”, but the one that best encapsulates the sensation I’m describing in my stories is “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap”. The protagonist falls asleep after a night of lesbian debauchery with what she thinks is her new sex slave, but wakes directly into a powerful brainwashing experience involving a light and sound machine and a slow, measured hypnotic monotone. It gives me shivers just thinking about it, and that’s coming from someone who has a hard time getting off to his own writing.

Another author who uses the idea to good effect is Pinky, whose old classic, “Panties on His Mind” has a delightful scene showing the protgaonist’s regular use of early morning hypnosis to wake her husband into trance using the scent of her pussy as an anchor. (Have I mentioned I also love sensory anchors and body worship? Maybe next time.) The slow, sensuous brainwashing of a completely open and defenseless subject remains, as always, one of my favorite things.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Linger”!

October 16, 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–“Silent Lucidity”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Linger”! (MC FF)

After a night of hypnosis and lesbian sex, Vanessa is having a hard time rousing herself from her languorous stupor. She knows that if she doesn’t leave soon she’ll be brainwashed all over again, but those sweet sexy feelings, like the scent of Jana’s pussy, like Vanessa herself, tend to linger…

Here’s a taste:

“That’s right, my kitten,” Jana said, kissing Vanessa at the base of the neck to punctuate her words. “Too sleepy to move, too drowsy to think.” Vanessa felt Jana’s body untangle from her own, and she whimpered softly in protest as the other woman rose from the bed. “Shh, kitten,” Jana said, putting a finger to Vanessa’s lips. “Lie in the sunbeam, my sweet. I will return soon.”

Vanessa rolled over towards Jana. Her eyelids fluttered halfway open, too sticky with sleep to complete the process. “I…I don’t…” She struggled to find words to express her confusion. “Did we…?”

Jana leaned down to kiss her deeply and passionately on the lips. Vanessa couldn’t remember ever being kissed like that by a woman before, and yet it felt utterly familiar. She could feel her body relaxing into the embrace, as though the kiss was drugging her with its intensity. Her muscles went limp with relaxation, and all her thoughts scattered into dreamy acceptance.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Brief Creative Discussion and a Reminder

October 11, 2015

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Speaking of my 27 truly cool Patrons, it’s worth reminding everyone, Patrons and future Patrons alike (hey, I’m optimistic) that I’ve got some neat rewards and milestones. Obviously, you’re familiar with one of the milestones already–these weekly posts. But I really think that the next milestone is a very exciting one; if I can get $250 per story (which translates to 125 people giving $2 each), that $2 is going to double in value, because I will post two Early Bird stories a week instead of one! That means that you’ll start to see more and more bang for your buck in being an Early Bird subscriber, because I’m not going up to two stories a week for Simon. I love him, I love his site, I’m happy to contribute to it, but I feel like one story a week is just right when it’s mixed in with everyone else’s contributions. But for people who are paying money to me out of love for my work, I’m happy to oblige them with bonus content.

Which brings me to my second reminder, which is that there is a tier beyond the $2 Early Bird level. Seven of my subscribers have pledged at the $3 level, which means that they can send me a suggestion and I’ll work it into a later story–and if it’s going to be a while before it comes out, I’ll share it with them personally as soon as I’ve written and edited it! This week’s story, “Watch the Tapes”, was the result of just such a collaboration. So I’ll talk briefly about what requests I was given, and how I went about fulfilling them.

Now, I’m not going to lie–a lot of the time, I’ve already got an idea percolating in the back of my head that’s not too dissimilar to what people ask me for. I’ve got a big idea file in various stages of readiness, and frequently my ideas are along the same lines as other people, because we have the same fetishes or they wouldn’t be fans of mine. In this case, I had an idea for a story called “Watch the Tapes”, about a journalist who got an anonymous scoop about mind control that turned out to be mind controlling itself.

Enter my Patron. (If they wish to identify themselves in comments, they’re more than welcome, but I will not out a Patron, even by their handle, without their express permission.) They said that they wanted to see a story about a sinister conspiracy to make people more apathetic, docile and accepting of the status quo using popular culture as the delivery method. It occurred to me that this might help give “Watch the Tapes” a little bit of focus–simply having a “journalist” didn’t provide much specificity, and so grounding the story with that kind of detail would really help tie the whole thing together. So my journalist became a music journalist, the tapes became a conspiracy in the music industry, and I was able to model the whole thing on the Gawker network, which features a lot of writers like Erika…smart, snarky, and sex-positive.

I think my Patron’s suggestion really made the story work as more than just an idea, and this is part of what I love about taking suggestions from my Patrons; sometimes it’s that spark of collaboration, that input from beyond your own head that makes a vague notion into a story. (That’s also why I read so much non-fiction–the more you put into your brain, the more comes out of it.) So if you are planning to contribute, and you have about $12 a month to spare and some ideas about what you want to see out of my fiction, please think about joining at the “Suggestions Are Welcome” level. Not because I want the cash, but because I like the way that it feels when my brain clicks with yours.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Silent Lucidity”!

October 8, 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–“Watch the Tapes”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Silent Lucidity”! (MC MD FF)

Actually, this one’s a little unusual–it’s a rarity in my work, a story about someone who’s not being mind-controlled. Well, not at the moment. Lucy is completely awake for the first time in who knows how long…but she’s got her hands cuffed behind her back, her ankles chained together, and her mouth filled with a ball gag. But at least she’s got company…

Here’s a taste:

Lucy shifted position slightly against Mina’s body until she could feel Mina’s wet pussy pressing against her thigh, and Mina’s smooth skin resting between her own legs. She sighed softly as she moved gently against the other woman, rubbing her full, pendulous breasts back and forth against Mina’s as they settled into a rhythm of slow, sensuous grinding. Lucy’s sighs mixed with Mina’s whimpers as their nipples flicked against each other.

It wasn’t that they were gay–well, Lucy wasn’t. She wasn’t sure about Mina, and it wasn’t like she could ask. But there wasn’t anyone else here, and they couldn’t really masturbate with their hands behind their backs like this. And she always woke up so fucking horny. It was weird–Lucy couldn’t really remember details of what they did when they were entranced, just vague impressions like a dream that dissolved on waking, but she remembered feeling almost constant pleasure. Whether she was being used for sex or doing menial chores or just lounging around waiting to be commanded, she floated in a continual haze of dreamy, drifting bliss.

But she never came. She didn’t have orgasms when Master was fucking her from behind or making her sixty-nine with Mina while he watched or commanding her to ride a dildo for what felt like hours. She just drifted in that same mindless fog of obedience that was great while it was happening but did sweet fuck-all for her aching cunt. Every single time, she woke up slick with arousal, and she could smell Mina’s pussy dripping with the same liquid heat. A good hard fuck was an absolute necessity.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for September 2015

October 2, 2015

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September definitely went by in a flash this month! I’ll be honest, I didn’t write very much in the month of September; there were some family health issues I had to deal with, a very busy period at my day job (I’m not yet at the Pratchett Point), and generally so much business I couldn’t make time or energy for smut. But that’s what a backlog is for! So here’s the lowdown on what I was thinking when I posted last month’s stories.

Doesn’t Really Matter: At any given time, I’ve probably got at least a loose idea for something like a hundred stories. The problem is, a loose idea sometimes takes months or even years to properly gel in my head (I’ve still got story ideas I came up with back in 2008). So if I’m not really feeling any of the stories in my idea file, I will frequently just skim lists of song titles on Wikipedia, MetroLyrics, Billboard, et cetera in the hopes that one of them will strike inspiration. In this case, I saw the title and thought that it would make a good mantra for a hypnotic induction. Any time the other person objected, the hypnotist would just redirect them by saying it didn’t matter and they should keep going deeper.

I also wanted an induction focus, because I felt like the hypnotist needed to have a tangible focus to redirect the victim to. The eyes are a common one, but I felt like I’d done a lot of eye/pendant/watch inductions lately, so I wanted something a little different. I did a Google image search of gemstones, and within a few minutes I’d decided on an opal as the focus–they’re amazing gems that can look astonishingly different based on tiny differences in the way they’re cut and the way they catch the light. Perfect for a hypnotic gem. And of course, I already knew what I wanted the hypnotist to do with it, because yummy lesbian sex. 🙂

Georgia On My Mind: Sometimes you can see a song title dozens of times and never think of it in connection with mind control erotica (in fact, for anyone but me, I’d say that’s “always”, but that’s my job, to contaminate the collective unconscious with smutty connotations to popular songs) and then all of a sudden, you see it again and the words in the title twist themselves around into a different meaning and suddenly you’re writing a story about them. In this case, I saw the title and thought that “Georgia” could be a person’s name, which would mean that someone couldn’t get her out of their head, and maybe they were daydreaming or fantasizing about someone else but it kept turning into Georgia, and they’d think it was just a weird developing obsession but it was actually mind control, and…

And that’s how you got this story. I decided to go with “bath” instead of “bedroom”, because I’ll admit I do think of “a long hot bath” as a euphemism for “I want to masturbate in the one place I can guarantee I won’t be disturbed”, but that was about the last major creative decision I had to make.

Milk-Heavy, Pollen-Eyed: I saw this song title and was immediately thrilled. It just felt perfect, like it was really a title for an erotic short story that someone adapted for use as a song instead of the other way around. I knew that it would involve alien pollen that transformed women into alien pollen incubators, and I knew lactation would be the vector of transmission. Everything else was just sifting out the details that didn’t fit.

Strangely enough, my lactation stories seem to be the ones that attract the most attention. I haven’t done many–it’s a low-key fetish of mine, probably because it’s one that I don’t really have much opportunity to act on–but the last one I did (“Mother’s Milk”) showed up with a hit count on Literotica that was about ten times the average. I think maybe it’s because there’s not a lot of crossover between the lactation fetish and the mind control fetish, and so if you do have both you’re probably looking through a much smaller pool of stories to get what makes you happy.

Currents: Every twenty-one stories, I do one that’s a pure induction piece–a written monologue intended to be read aloud in order to hypnotize the audience. (And I stress yet again, that is to a willing audience who has consented to hypnosis and is comfortable with receiving hypnotic suggestions. My stories may feature fantasies of being taken by surprise or unwillingly, but those are fantasies intended to allow people to explore their sexuality in a safe space where nothing bad can happen to them. In the real world, consent is not optional.) The reason I do these is simple: Lady Ru’etha likes them. A lot. That is motivation enough for me to do them regularly despite the fact that they’re one of the hardest things to write. So I make myself do them at strictly regulated intervals to make sure I don’t put them off or skip them just because they’re tricky.

(It’s every twenty-one stories because I have collected these into ebooks on, although not lately, and twenty-one stories make about a book’s worth.) In any event, I hope you enjoy them with someone you love, either as reader or listener!

And that’s another month down. Enjoy your October, folks, and I’ll see you next week!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Watch the Tapes”!

October 1, 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–“Footsteps”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Watch the Tapes”! (MC MD MF FF)

Erika’s a pop culture reporter for the modern lifestyle website for women, “Vixen Online”. She writes about modern music from a feminist perspective, and she’s just been handed a bombshell of a story. One that will change her life forever. Here’s a taste:

The quality wasn’t very good–it looked like a third-hand dub of an old hand-held video camera, complete with shimmery little video artifacts that slowly rolled down the screen as the tape played. The footage couldn’t have been that old, though; Erika recognized the girl in the footage as Piper Laramie, a manufactured pop singer who had her first chart hit last year (barely) with some godawful song, what was it? She checked her phone quickly. Right, “A Rebel Just Like Me”. Because nothing said rebellion like product placement in all your music videos and licensing your first single out to Old Navy.

She’d written an article on Piper a couple of months ago, although it was really about how old Erika felt seeing yet another nineteen-going-on-twelve baby-faced pop star doing mall tours and playing for screaming tweens while her record label tried to push her as the next Miley Cyrus. Beyond that, Erika hadn’t cared too much. She already had too many pop stars to keep track of without adding another.

This didn’t look like it came from her publicist, though. It was video of her in an office, sprawled in an overstuffed chair with one leg up on the armrest and the other on the floor, and listening to something on headphones. She looked like the Platonic ideal of the vapid, self-absorbed teenage celebrity–her mouth hung slightly open in a completely affectless expression, she was showing her panties straight to the camera, and her eyes stared vacantly at nothing with all the intelligence of a slightly concussed cocker spaniel. It was pretty much how Erika pictured Paris Hilton looking when she was alone.

Hope you enjoy it!