Archive for December, 2015

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Take Me Home Tonight”!

December 31, 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 two stories next week–both “Double Vision” and “Wide Awake”, previously previewed as Early Bird stories, will be appearing on the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Take Me Home Tonight”! (MC MF MD)

 

Janice saw the ugliest little statue today in a second-hand store. She didn’t buy it…but it came home with her anyway. Here’s a taste:

 

It was intensely vivid, the kind of dream where you’re convinced you’ve woken up out of a sound sleep in the middle of the night and the only thing that tips you off that it’s a dream is that impossible things are happening. For Janice, the dream started when she opened her eyes, suddenly wide awake and awash with adrenaline, and saw the gargoyle sitting on her new dressing table.

 

Her dreaming mind remembered it perfectly. It squatted there, hunched over and reflecting in the three-way mirror as if it was the vanguard of an infinite army of stone demons, its hand beckoning her closer. Janice shook her head at the wordless invitation–she had no intention of getting anywhere near it, waking or sleeping. She tried to make herself wake up, knowing that if she could just wake up then she would look over at the dressing table and see nothing on it but a few tubes of lipstick, but telling herself that she was dreaming didn’t seem to help.

 

Then it stood up. Janice felt an icy chill crawl across her naked skin despite the June warmth as it slowly unfolded its gangly limbs and raised itself up into a standing position. Its belly still hung low, but Janice could see its balls dangling between its legs now that its squatting hunch no longer hid them. It looked at her looking at it–at him, she realized uncomfortably–and his leering, twisted smile widened. Then, with a single frog-like leap, he cleared the gap between the dressing table and the bed and landed right between her feet.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

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2015: The Year That Was 2015

December 27, 2015

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2015 will be over before my next blog post; this was, of course, a big year to me as it was the year I decided to resume writing mind control erotica. It was a decision a long time in the making–I never stopped wanting to write, it’s just that other things crowded it out in priorities until it slowly dropped off the list. But slowly, it crept back on. I’m not going to lie, part of what brought it back was Patreon. Knowing you have an audience–an audience who appreciates you enough to not just send you appreciative words, but to actually put their money where their mouth is and help to support you financially–it really helps on those days when you’re convinced you can’t do anything right and you’re just throwing words out there into the great big void of the Internet to be noticed by nobody. Nobody writes just for themselves. We write for you.

 

As a result, I’ve written twenty-eight and posted twenty-nine stories this year (and after I’m done posting this, I’m going to try to write another). It’s still a struggle some days; there are always important things that need doing, important people I need to spend time with. But I think that every writer struggles with that. I’m going to keep at it for you.

 

Of those twenty-nine stories, by the way, I think my personal Top Five would be “Naturally”, “Smoke From a Distant Fire”, “Georgia On My Mind”, “Milk-Heavy, Pollen-Eyed” and “Baby Got Back”. At least, that’s what I’m picking today. It’s harder, I think, to decide what work of your own you like best, because writers are their own worst critics. But assuming you like triggers, lesbian sex, femdom hypnosis, breast enlargement, jiggling butts, lactation fetishes and masturbation, these five make a pretty good selection. And if you don’t, are you sure you’re in the right place?

 

But this year wasn’t just about me–I enjoyed a lot of the contributions of other authors as well on the EMCSA. A few standouts from a generally nice crowd:

 

The Ethical Slutmaker (and sequels): I’m always a fan of stories where mind control is used for generally “nice” motives even if the methods are somewhat morally dubious, and this series was a pretty good example of that. It’s also a good example of mind control through tactile pleasure-conditioning, which is kind of a fetish of mine, so I paid…shall we say particular attention to this one?

 

Absolution: I always pay attention to the red stories on the Archive–if you post something FF, you’ve got my attention for at least the first few paragraphs unconditionally. And with Madam Kistulot, a few paragraphs is usually enough to hook you. This one was incredibly hot and although it feels a little unfinished (it feels like there should be a final confrontation between all the various players) there’s so much steam in there that it definitely bears multiple reads.

 

Germination: Another Madam Kistulot story that I couldn’t help checking out, simply on the basis of the author, the description and the category. And it doesn’t disappoint. It’s a lovely, slow, sensuous seduction with an overtone of mind control, that turns into a serial recruitment sequence right at the end. If you’re a little squicked out by predation or bodily transformation, it may not be the thing for you (or you may want to imagine a more benevolent purpose behind the mind control than the one the story heavily implies) but this does bring the heat heavily and effortlessly.

 

Playing With Fire: I suppose you could say there’s an element of ego-stroking here, since the author, softi, mentions drawing inspiration from one of my old stories, but this one is just lovely in its own right. It’s a slow descent into brainwashed lesbian slavery, coupled with a serial recruitment aspect that the audience picks up on long before the poor, doomed POV character. The payoff is fantastic–the line, “You’re such an observant observer,” is guaranteed to set off starbursts behind your eyes if you’ve even got a hint of MC kink about you. I confess to reading this one pretty regularly, and squirming every single time.

 

Slaves to the Snake Goddess: This one is relatively recent, and I’ll admit that I include it with the caveat that I’m expecting future chapters where the mind control goes “live”, but I really liked the descriptions of a trio of college women losing their will to an old video and winding up helplessly masturbating to a recording of lesbian control. I’d like to see more of this one, which I’d say makes it worth recommending.

 

And that’s 2015 in the books. For 2016, I hope to provide you with fifty-two new stories (maybe more, if my Patrons come through with the next milestone!), ebooks, and more erotic enjoyment for your next 365 nights!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Wide Awake”!

December 24, 2015

So a small correction is in order–since Simon isn’t updating again until January 2nd, the story I teased last week (“Double Vision”) will appear on Literotica this weekend, and on the EMCSA a week from Saturday along with this week’s Sneak Peek, “Wide Awake”. Of course, if you’re one of my wonderful, amazing Early Bird Patrons, you’ll get the story this weekend instead!

 

The story in question, “Wide Awake” (MC MF MD), isn’t about hypnosis at all. It’s just about therapy. Lita’s up for probation, and the prison psychiatrist is working with her to help control her anger. Hypnosis doesn’t enter into it at all…

 

“So,” Doctor Butler said as the guard closed the door, “I was wondering what your thoughts were on attempting hypnosis.”

 

Lita sat down on the couch and shook her head gingerly. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Doctor,” she said apologetically. “I just don’t feel comfortable with it. It feels weird.” She hesitated a moment. “That’s okay, right?”

 

Doctor Butler smiled. “It’s perfectly okay, Lita,” he replied. “I’ve already told you, I won’t hypnotize you if you don’t want me to. You can always be wide awake for me.”

 

Lita smiled and lay back on the couch, her eyes closing. “Oh good,” she said softly, worries she didn’t even know she had fading away instantly. “I’m so glad I can trust you.” She decided to focus her thoughts on Doctor Butler’s pendant instead of getting worked up over hypnosis that wasn’t even going to happen.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Tasty Trances

December 20, 2015

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Some time back, I posted about how even though we think of hypnosis triggers as primarily verbal (“Sleep” being the most common, of course), there’s actually plenty of room for other kinds of triggers out there for you to share with your entirely willing subject. I mentioned scent-based triggers, but it occurs to me that even that only covers one additional sense. There’s also taste-based triggers.

 

Taste is a powerful sensory cue–it’s vivid, strong and immediate, and forms instant memories. A hypnotist can use this in any number of ways. You can link trance or submission or arousal to certain flavors, like peppermint or chocolate (as with scent-based triggers, you also want to make them situational, but that’s very easy. The wonderful thing about hypnosis is that it’s done with the unconscious mind’s complete consent, so you can make very elaborate triggers for intelligent subjects and watch them work perfectly.) Not only does this make for an added erotic charge to one of the best kinds of foreplay, feeding your partner morsels of something sweet, but it also means you can do fun things like surprise your partner with a trance by slipping a harmless flavor additive into their food or drink.

 

You can also use this for more mundane, practical purposes if you like. If someone you’re hypnotizing drinks herbal tea to relax or caffeine to become more alert, you can use hypnosis to enhance this effect. It’ll even help kick caffeine, if done gradually, because you can link alertness with the taste of coffee and then transition them to decaf while using hypnosis to overcome the difference.

 

But of course, the more fun uses involve things like turning cinnamon into an aphrodisiac, giving someone a mint and watching them slip away into a deep trance (and of course, you can combine this with memory play so that they’ll never remember consciously that the mint is a trance trigger but they’ll always want to accept one when you offer) and so forth. As long as the person involved gives enthusiastic consent to having triggers placed in their mind, the sky’s the limit!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Double Vision”!

December 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–“Every Time I Close My Eyes”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Double Vision”! (MC FF)

A head injury gives Jo the Second Sight, and she learns that not everyone at her school is as they appear. But now that she knows, is there anything she can do about it?

 

Here’s a taste:

 

Jo nodded extremely gingerly. She flickered her eyes open. Everything still felt bright, and her vision swam and wobbled in front of her, but it wasn’t making her sick. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Coach asked. Jo tried to focus her eyes on Coach’s fingers, but she kept seeing weird after-images. It was like there were two Coaches, one overlapping the other. One of them was holding up three fingers, but the other…

 

The other one was impossible. She had gray skin, the color of wet ash after a fire, but smooth. Impossibly smooth, smoother than skin, smoother than glass, smoother than satin. Skin that had never wrinkled into laughter. Skin that had never known age. Her face was swept back from an impossibly narrow, pointy nose and thin, pursed lips. She stared down at Jo with jet-black, glittering eyes and an unreadable expression. She had long, white hair and ears that stuck out widely and tapered into sharp points, and she held up three ash-gray, slender fingers with long, talon-like nails.

 

Jo closed her left eye. The apparition vanished, leaving Coach Erickson and her gentle, concerned face. She closed her right eye instead. Coach Erickson was blotted out and the creature was staring at her once more. She opened both eyes. They overlaid each other almost precisely, moving in perfect unison as they said, “Jo?”

 

“What are you?” she murmured, as much to herself as Coach Erickson. She reached up, brushing at the tip of those impossibly long ears, unable to believe the evidence of her own eyes. “What are you?” she whispered again, staring wide at the thing in front of her.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Formative Experiences: Lis Sladen

December 13, 2015

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I try very hard to keep my vanilla fandoms and my kink fandoms separate. I don’t fantasize about Buffy or Harry Potter or Doctor Who, primarily because once I start fantasizing about them it gets kind of weird to watch them in a non-sexual context. Sort of like hanging out with a friend the day after you got drunk and fooled around–you just feel all weird about it and they won’t talk about what you did. (Primarily, in this case, because they’re scripted dramas and not people, but you get the idea.)

 

But I have to confess, I make an acknowledgement if not an exception in the case of Lis Sladen, who played the beautiful, debonair, spunky Sarah Jane Smith in Doctor Who for many years. Because I’m reasonably sure that she was the first woman I ever saw hypnotized in fiction. I’m not sure if the first time I saw her going under was in ‘The Ark In Space’, where she slowly drowses off to a hypnotic voice in preparation for cryonic stasis, or whether it was in ‘The Masque of Mandragora’, where she stares at a spinning pendant with utmost fascination, or whether it was in ‘Terror of the Zygons’, where the Doctor puts her into a trance to help her conserve oxygen. (Or another I’m forgetting–it says a lot in the ad-libbed departure scene she and Tom Baker did that she shouted, “And I’m tired of being bloody hypnotized!”) But the point is, she was a very foundational part of my hypnokink.

 

Because she was so damn good at it. She had such huge, expressive eyes, and she could really make it look like she was straining to keep them open against unendurable pressure better than anyone I’ve ever seen, and that includes people being actually hypnotized. She had a lovely “sleepy voice”, and she was just generally gorgeous and charming. Again, I don’t think naughty thoughts about her now, and I doubt I did then–I was too young to even have sexual fantasies back then, although my parents left a copy of Andry and Schepp’s ‘How Babies Are Made’ in my room so I must have at least understood the reproductive process. But I must have linked “hypnosis” and “beautiful woman” since at least the age of two, possibly earlier. I’d be a fool to say it didn’t have an effect on me.

 

And I know I’m not alone. Virtually every hypnokinky person I’ve met, male or female, has at least seen that ‘Mandragora’ scene, usually at a pretty young age, and they’ve thought about themselves on one side or the other of that pendant. I think Lis Sladen inspired generations of young people to imagine, “What does that feel like?” And some of us kept going along that path. Lis Sladen is gone now; she passed a few years back from cancer, although thankfully after a late-career revival that left her understanding a little bit more of how many fans she’d made happy over the years. And I hope that she wouldn’t be too bothered to know that for a lot of us, she was our first crush too.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Every Time I Close My Eyes”!

December 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–“The Pendulum’s Promise”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Every Time I Close My Eyes”! (MC FF)

 

Kaitlyn’s having trouble with one of her graphics designers–Elise has just submitted her latest attempt at a logo for their client, and it’s bad. So bad that it’s doing things to Kaitlyn’s head…which was what Elise wanted all along. Here’s a taste:

 

“Haaagh!” Kaitlyn let out an involuntary gasp of disgust as she opened the image file. It was…hideous. Beyond hideous–it actively bordered on deranged. It was nothing but a looping, twisting scrawl that crossed in on itself over and over, occasionally taking sharp angles that gave the whole thing a jagged and uncomfortable feel despite the numerous soft curves. The only way they could use this in a branding campaign was if they planned to announce Carson’s new product line of demon-worshiping cult hoodies.

 

“Whaddya think?” Elise said, popping through the door to Kaitlyn’s office uninvited and closing it behind her. “Did you open it? Did you see it? Whaddya think?” Her tiny, perky body practically vibrated with enthusiasm, as though each and every one of her short blonde hairs was standing on end with excitement.

 

Kaitlyn shuddered. “I can still see it every time I close my eyes,” she said faintly, her voice an aural picture of trauma. She wasn’t exaggerating; the image felt like it was burned into her retinas, an endless and unfollowable tangle of loops and whorls and spiky peaks. She blinked a few times, but it was still there.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for November 2015

December 5, 2015

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I know, you’ve all been saying to yourself, “It’s not really the holiday season until Jukebox posts about his November stories.” Well, get ready to put up that tree because it’s time to talk November!

 

I Was Made For Loving You: I actually had the idea for this story years ago. I have a few friends who are into the idea of being hypnotically convinced that they’re robots, either because they have a kink about being robots or because they’re submissive to someone who has a kink about controlling a robot. (Lady Ru’etha actually appeared on a special about this on Discovery Health.) So I knew it would be a “day in the life” of a woman conditioned to believe she was a robot, and I knew she’d be so deeply conditioned that everything would be from her POV and she’d describe everything in terms that would make sense for a robot, and it would only be very gradually that you’d see that she was a person all along. (Although that was probably telegraphed pretty hard.)

 

The problem I had for the longest time was that I couldn’t come up with the acronym. I knew her name was PHOEBE, I knew everything else about the story, but I could not for the life of me figure out what PHOEBE stood for. Then one day I figured it out and wrote the story that night. (Oh, and for those who might wonder, it was my intent that Phoebe consented enthusiastically to becoming PHOEBE. It’s just that one of the things she wanted was to be so deep in the fantasy scenario that she would only remember her human life when she had to, and only to the degree that she had to.)

 

Applause: Every time I heard this song on the radio, I found myself turning it over in my head and coming up with the same idea–a woman conditioned to perform an erotic dance. It didn’t get any further than that for a long time, though, because I had the setting wrong–I’d always picture a pole dancer, dancing in front of a crowd of people who all clapped for her, being conditioned by subliminal messages in the music or something to enjoy it. It lacked immediacy and intimacy, and I couldn’t even get it to the point where I opened a document. But then one day I saw the title and pictured the shadowy room, the dancer all alone with a solitary audience member, and that last scene of shuddering orgasm after orgasm as the hands applauded. That made it click. Sometimes it’s all about figuring out where to set things.

 

Under the Influence: This one was inspired by a video on PornHub (again, watched strictly for the purposes of research) of two women sitting on a couch together, both naked, lounging back with their heads lolling over like broken dolls, chatting amiably about their various masturbation techniques and tools. They looked like they were loosely held in the grip of hypnosis–not brainwashed or mindless, but just deep enough into trance that they were aroused and happy and everything they were doing seemed perfectly normal to them. When I saw this song title, that image came back and I worked it in with the “drugged wine” setting I imagined to get this story.

 

Girls Girls Girls: I’d been planning to write this one for ages. At one point, it was actually going to be my last “Girls” story–how better to conclude the series than showing their origins in a story with thousands upon thousands of Girls ready and willing to teleport down and brainwash humanity?

 

That was a long time ago, as I said–I hadn’t even come up with the idea of the “Boys” yet. (Spoilers…) But the basic idea, of the factory tour turning into happy melting brainwashing, stayed. Originally Pam was going to be by herself, but I wanted to get a Wonka vibe involved by putting several people in the story and having them succumb one by one. (Mainly because that dovetailed nicely into the next Girls story…let’s just say there’s a reason Rory didn’t show up with the others at the end.) Then I was planning to have Pamela try to escape and recover her crew, only to find them all lounging in debauchery, and have her finally get dragged down by a crowd of Girls. But when I got to the scene where she was supposed to run, I realized that honestly, it was a lot sexier if she broke. So she broke, and everyone else came in because it was the only way to explain where they’d all gone.

 

And that’s this month’s stories. Looking forward to next month!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “The Pendulum’s Promise”!

December 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–“Baby Got Back”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “The Pendulum’s Promise”! (MC)

 

Olivia has been kidnapped. She doesn’t know where she is, or who kidnapped her. She has no hope of rescue, no chance at resistance. Her only escape is the submission the pendulum promises…

 

My eyes slip shut for a moment and I feel a jet of warm water spraying directly onto my crotch, startling them back open. They instantly lock onto the pendulum again, captivated by the motion, but they feel impossibly thick and heavy, aching with the strain of keeping them open. My eyelids constantly flutter on the edge of closing, kept open only by the water that hits me every time I try to sleep. I don’t know how long it’s been since I was able to rest. Time is fuzzy for me–everything is fuzzy now, time most of all.

 

The voice begins again. “All you need to do is surrender, Olivia.” It’s warm, soft, androgynous. It could be a man or a woman. I’ve stopped trying to guess. I’ve stopped trying to block it out. “All of this will end the moment you surrender. Surrender means rest. Surrender means peace. Surrender means pleasure.”

 

I feel my clit throb at the word ‘pleasure’, and I sag against the restraints at the sensation. I want to cum so bad now. There’s something buzzing between my thighs–I can’t see what it is, it’s too dark and anyway I can’t look away from the motion of the pendulum, but the vibration is endlessly distracting. It’s not enough to get me off, though. Lord knows I’ve tried. But every time I feel my breathing quicken and my pulse start to race, the pulsing sensation slows down until I lose my grip on orgasm. It constantly teases, tantalizing me with pleasure that never quite materializes.

 

Hope you enjoy it!