The Other Side of the Watch

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I don’t normally talk about being dominant, because generally my experiences in that area are so rare as to be virtually non-existent. In fact, if you’d asked me ten years ago, I probably would have told you I wasn’t dominant at all–pure submissive, that’s me. But my Goddess and I have found out that I have a dominant streak that’s (as She so wonderfully put it) “an inch wide and a mile deep.” I’ve recently gotten some better ideas about what triggers it–there have been some very, um, welcoming people on Tumblr–and I thought I’d share my ideas here.

 

First, I’ve figured out that my dominance is part of my submission. I’ve always known I have a service kink, where I get off on doing things for other people and making them happy. (That last part is important, by the way. One of the few really negative kink experiences I had was when someone was telling me to do stuff, but getting constantly irritated with me.) I’ve also known for a long time that I have what Goddess calls an “enablement kink”; when I’m in scene, whatever is turning the other person on turns me on too. (For a while, this caused a little worry for Goddess; She’d seen me submit to other Dommes, and was worried that I had fetishes She wouldn’t be able to fulfill. I had to explain to Her that I wasn’t really into them either, I was into the other person being into them.) So while I’m still not sure if I’m actually “dominant”, my kinks for service and enablement lead me to get off on the energy of a submissive in scene when it’s clear that they really want to submit to me.

 

Second, this means that consent is really, really, super important to me in an ongoing way. Which, I mean, really it should be for anyone into D/s play, because consent is really the only thing that makes it D/s play as opposed to assault and rape, but I really need clear and enthusiastic consent or it messes me up. Because some part of me really views this as a sort of performative submission, giving the other person what they want even if what they want is to submit to me, so if they don’t make it clear that they’re into it, I pull back. Which leads to…

 

Third, I will go as far as they want to go. Because I’m feeding off of their energy and their cues, I do kind of let people top from the bottom. I don’t necessarily give up control, but I have an easier time with their limits than I do my own, simply because I have very few limits in scene. This is a little worrying to me, because I’m afraid I will push someone else’s limits simply because they will need to assert them actively, but I think as long as I’m clear with people about that up front it’ll be okay. (Which is a nice thing about hypno-play, you can just do that. Goddess actually instilled a hypnotic compulsion in me to safeword if my subconscious needs to.)

 

Fourth, I really do enjoy it. I used the phrase “performative submission” up above, but it really feels like a kind of role-play. I feel like I’m writing out an erotic story real time with another person, and I get the same charge out of it that I do out of writing erotica. It’s not at all the same energy that I get from actually submitting–that’s a kind of soothing, peaceful energy of just going along and being whatever Goddess wants me to be. But it has a power of its own.

 

It is a little strange, getting switchy after a lifetime of pushing back against a stereotype of “dominant men, submissive women” in D/s play in general and hypnokink in particular. (About which more next time, maybe.) But I don’t think I’m changing so much as exploring a side of my submission that doesn’t get talked about much. And maybe it should. Maybe everyone who’s dominant would be better at what they do if they realized that being dominant is actually just a way of submitting to a submissive.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Vanishing Act”!

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–“Zone Out”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Vanishing Act”! (MC FF)

 

Kara’s been friends with Vanessa for a long time, and she’s finally had it up to here with Vanessa’s mysterious disappearances and feeble excuses. She’s decided she’s going to find out what her friend is up to. But maybe some secrets are a little too dangerous to know.

 

Here’s a taste:

 

Vanessa didn’t turn up at the apartment until almost nine o’clock, looking so utterly exhausted that Kara almost felt guilty about what she was planning to do. “You look dead on your feet,” she said to her friend. “Why don’t you just have a bowl of chili and crash out for the night?”

 

Vanessa nodded. “Thanks,” she said. “I was doing a volunteer thing, and…” She waved her hand vaguely, too tired to bother with the rest of the excuse. She ate her dinner with a grateful smile, stumbled off to her bedroom, and was snoring loud enough for Kara to hear within about five minutes.

 

At which point Kara snuck into Vanessa’s bedroom and grabbed her phone. Because ‘almost guilty’ and ‘guilty’ weren’t quite the same thing.

 

It took her about two minutes to find the app she was looking for. She already knew Vanessa’s password–she’d helped jailbreak Vanessa’s phone a few months ago–and she’d spent most of the afternoon researching spyware, so she already knew what she wanted to install. ‘iSpy’, according to the ad, ‘gives the details on every text, email and call he makes! Even tracks mobile phone location in real time! Find out who the other woman is FAST!’

 

Kara’s thumb paused over the ‘Download’ button. Once again, she felt a little twinge of weirdness about using a program very clearly marketed to jealous wives, but it passed a little quicker this time. It wasn’t like she was expecting Vanessa to be off being best friends with another girl or something–she just wanted an end to the constant excuses, that was all.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Welcome to My Tumblr!

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Sorry about the delay in posting this–Sunday was pretty much eaten up with migraine headaches, which cut into my writing and posting time. I’ve not been completely idle, though; over the last week, I’ve created my very own Tumblr page! You can visit it at jukeboxemcsa.tumblr.com; it currently has mostly a mix of random thoughts on kink/alternative sexuality and flash fiction based on pictures I saw that looked hot (all those are tagged with “#caption story”, in case you just want to skip to the hot sexy fic). I’m trying to add at least one flash a day, so feel free to check in for more content as we go.

 

As always with my creative endeavors, I stumbled into this one while horny and looking for porn. Someone mentioned on DeviantArt that their stuff was also on Tumblr, and I thought to myself, “Hmm…there’s erotic hypno content on Tumblr?” So I started looking, and two things happened. One, I was on my tablet at the time and it prompted me to try the Tumblr app instead of viewing the websites in Chrome. And two, I kept finding interesting people whose feeds I wanted to follow. The two combined led me to download and sign into the Tumblr app…which, I realized, meant I’d accidentally created my own Tumblr page by default. And people kept posting hot pictures without captions, and other people were posting different hot pictures with captions, and I was suddenly like, “Hey! I can do this!”

 

And it’s going well, I think. There’s an immediacy to the feedback and a virality to the way your stories spread through the audience that’s very addictive. I’m up to 498 followers now, which I think is kind of nice. Don’t worry, nothing’s changing in terms of my stories; this is just another creative outlet, one that I hope will draw people to my longer work. But if you like me enough to read this blog, I suspect you’ll like what I’m doing over there too.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Zone Out”!

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 Bigger They Are, the Harder They Fall”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Zone Out”! (MC)

 

This one’s an easy read. You don’t even have to think about it. You don’t have to think about anything, really. At all…

 

Here’s a taste:

 

“Because it’s really your unconscious self that I want to talk to. That’s where hypnosis works its magic, that delightful state of mind where you’re completely locked in on one thing, relaxed and calm and totally fixated on my eyes or the steady ticking of the clock. And my words bypass your conscious self completely and go deep, deep down into your subconscious. That’s all trance really is.

 

“And you go into trance all the time. Think about reading a book, really getting lost in a magical story to the point where the world around you fades away and all you want to think about is what happens when you turn the next page. You’re still hearing all those sounds around you, but they don’t matter anymore because you have something to focus on. And when someone talks, you absorb their words without even thinking about them. That’s a form of hypnosis right there.

 

“But you don’t even need to have a book. Sometimes you can be staring out the window or just looking at nothing in particular, lost in a pleasant daydream whenever you feel like it’s a safe and comfortable environment. You’re relaxed and happy, and letting your thoughts wander from one thing to another, never even noticing that someone is speaking to you. They might even ask you a question, and you’ll respond without thinking about it because your unconscious mind is listening and knows just what to say. That’s just like a hypnotic trance, too.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Character Bible: WildRose

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As I’ve said in the past, for the most part I don’t do sequels to my stories because I don’t have many ideas for them. However, I’m also pretty open that my superhero work is the happy and frequent exception to the rule; the superhero genre is designed to generate multiple stories about its characters, and it’s easy to mine it for inspiration as a result. (Especially since mind control is one of the genre’s staple tropes.) This does mean that as a result, I’ve got a lot of recurring characters floating around, some of which I haven’t spotlighted in their own stories (since like many superheroes, they share a fictional universe) and all of which have more backstory than I can cram into a single work. Today, I’m sharing with you a couple of the character bibles I created for my superhero universe–WildRose!

 

WildRose

Real Name: Penelope Powell

Physical Appearance: 5’10”, 160 lbs. A lithe and athletic woman with bright red hair cut in a short pageboy style and bright blue eyes. Her costume is a dark green catsuit (the soles of the feet are padded to prevent injury but she wears no shoes or boots in order to improve her ability to gain purchase on small footholds) with a utility belt around the waist and a stylized bright red rose stenciled directly over her heart. She wears a scarf in the same color red over the bottom half of her face in order to conceal her identity. In her civilian clothes, she also wears a brown wig over her hair that matches her original hair color (the red is a dye) and affixes it in place with an adhesive to avoid losing it during strenuous activity.

History: Penny Powell had a difficult child. Her family moved frequently due to her father’s job, and she got involved in numerous fights at each of her different schools. Penny tried to explain that it wasn’t her fault–at each new school, she found a new school bully and she felt like she had to do something about them–but given that the bullies usually wound up in the hospital, she had trouble convincing people. As she got older and her school record got thicker, the consequences for fighting grew more severe. Finally, it got to the point where she served a six-month sentence in juvenile hall.

When she got out, her parents were at their wit’s end. They decided to shuffle her off to her uncle in Samson City on the West Coast, a martial artist who ran a local dojo/flower shop, in the hopes that he would be able to teach her when not to fight. The subsequent years with her Uncle Dan were among the happiest in her life; Dan helped her channel her physical energy into the discipline of martial arts, and helped her find non-violent ways to express her finely-honed sense of social justice. (Although she still had a few minor slips–her behavior toward a fellow student who tried to use a grappling lesson as an excuse to grope her earned her the private nickname “Wild Rose” from her uncle.) She learned voraciously with Dan and the other teachers in his social circle, spending all her free time studying with every teacher he knew about dozens of areas of expertise. She made numerous close friends and Dan became a father to her, and decided to stay in Samson City after graduating high school. (It was also during this period that she discovered that she was a lesbian, and she wound up dating several other women in the martial arts community on-and-off during this time.)

This happy period came to a tragic end, though, when a local crime syndicate began running a protection racket in the neighborhood. Dan Powell refused to pay, and the syndicate decided to make an example of him. They broke into the shop at night and shot him, making it look like a burglary gone wrong. Penny witnessed the murder, and she went to the police…but at trial, the crooks were able to produce several “unshakable” alibis from other syndicate members who swore they saw him at a nightclub at the time of the murder, and Penny’s juvenile record was used to paint her as an unreliable witness. Daniel Powell was buried with his murder officially listed as “unsolved”.

The day his murderer was acquitted, Penny swore an oath on his grave. Criminals might escape the law, but she swore they would never escape justice. She had inherited the shop, and she decided to use it as the base of operations for a campaign of terror against the local criminal element under the identity “WildRose”. It wasn’t exactly what her uncle would have wanted, but she couldn’t ask him for advice anymore. She started with the man who killed her uncle, convincing him to turn himself in for another murder he’d never been charged with by making him realize that prison was much safer than being on the outside with her. Ever since, she’s made the criminals of Samson City regret being bad.

Personality: WildRose is an impulsive, borderline-reckless crimefighter who relies on her instincts to keep her safe in dangerous situations. She tends to fight dirty and with excessive force; her goal is to end each battle as quickly and as thoroughly as possible using any and all tools that come to hand. This has earned her something of a bad reputation in the superhero community, since she rarely cares about property damage when fighting and she tends to leave her enemies in pretty bad shape (although she never kills).

In her civilian life, she conducts herself with in a similarly impulsive fashion, wearing her emotions on her sleeve and jumping into her relationships with both feet. She breaks her heart easily, but luckily her current relationship with Sarra Rabinowitz (secretly the superhero known as Sharpe) has been stable and happy for both women.

Unique Abilities: WildRose has no superpowers (save for a few occasions when she temporarily developed abilities due to unique circumstances, such as exposure to the rare compound known as “purple xenonite”) but she is an amazingly talented martial artist with expertise in a dozen different fighting disciplines. She is also skilled with certain Zen meditation techniques that can slow her breathing and heartbeat, as well as an expert in parkour and many of the techniques of stealth practiced by the ninja. She is a formidable hand-to-hand combat who has defeated many super-powered individuals, albeit frequently due to her use of unorthodox weapons such as motor vehicles.

She also has an inhumanly strong reserve of willpower, which has surprised more than one criminal who thought she was helpless. This does not appear to be related to any sort of superhuman ability, though, and appears simply to be the result of a life-long sense of justice combined with a determination never to let her uncle’s fate happen to anyone else.

She carries on her utility belt a number of gadgets to aid in her crime-fighting. Known items include a pair of handcuffs, an anesthetic spray designed to prevent an unconscious villain from waking before the police arrive, and a small pouch filled with rose petals that she leaves as her “calling card”.

She is also an expert florist.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “The Bigger They Are, the Harder They Fall”!

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–“Skeleton Key”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “The Bigger They Are, the Harder They Fall”! (MC MF FF FD)

 

Sheryl’s on a camping trip that should be any single woman’s dream–her, a married couple, and five single guys! But flat-chested Meghan appears to have a major case of breast envy, and her husband Dan keeps eyeing Sheryl. Oh, and the single guys are so busy fighting each other over Sheryl that she can’t get any time with any of them. Can the trip be salvaged with the aid of a little brainwashing and Sheryl’s 34F breasts? Or does Meghan have a point when she suggests that big boobs aren’t all they’re cracked up to be?

 

Here’s a taste:

 

Dan stared at the translucent shirt for a long moment before realizing that she had also spoken. “It’s not–um, I mean, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude.” He looked straight down at his pile of dishes, scrubbing furiously.

 

Sheryl scowled, attacking her own stack of plates with a bit more vigor than the situation called for. Her shirt got splashed more than a few times, but she didn’t care. If Meghan was so worried about keeping a man that she wouldn’t even let Dan talk to another woman, maybe he deserved a little show. Even a convicted prisoner got to go out into the exercise yard.

 

The more she thought about it, the angrier Sheryl got. She could feel a little devil whispering in her ear, and her angel seemed to have gone off sightseeing. Dan seemed like a perfectly nice guy, and he was so henpecked that he couldn’t even have a quiet conversation without imagining Meghan putting the death grip on him all over again. Sheryl didn’t want to break anybody up, but…well, if they were going to break up just because Dan got a look at her boobs, then they probably would have broken up sooner or later anyway. So she was blameless. Basically.

 

Having satisfied her conscience, Sheryl ‘accidentally’ let a bowl slip out of her hands. And ‘accidentally’ overbalanced while reaching for it. And ‘accidentally’ splashed face-first into the knee-deep water of the creek.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for January 2016

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It’s a new month, and that means a new month of Liner Notes! For those of you wondering about my creative process, here’s your insider’s guide to what I was thinking when I wrote last month’s stories.

 

Double Vision: I’d actually had this song title flitting through my head for years, primarily as one of those “I hear this song all the time on the radio but there’s no story in it” titles. But over the years, every time I heard it, I’d very gradually construct a plot more or less as an exercise in creative thinking while I drove. (I mostly listen to the radio in the car.) I came up with the idea that it would be someone who developed double vision from a head trauma, and I knew that they would see the “secret masters” behind everything due to their injury. But it stopped because that was pretty much ‘They Live’ with a concussion instead of special sunglasses.

 

And then it came on the radio again, and it hit me that it would be sexy if they could perceive the control but not stop it. And that it would be sexier if it was dark elves instead of creepy aliens, and that I don’t do nearly enough elf porn. And that there was an opportunity for lesbian sex in it. And then I got home, and I wrote it all pretty much straight out from there.

 

Wide Awake: I found this title while trawling through a song lyrics database, and it struck me that it would make a wonderfully ironic trance trigger. And then it hit me that it wouldn’t just be ironic, it would actually be a really nice way of triggering someone who was worried about being hypnotized–they’d think they were resisting, because they’d just been told they were wide awake, but they’d actually be in a very deep trance.

 

That suggested a scenario where someone was dealing with an authority figure who could hypnotize them, one they couldn’t necessarily walk away from. Which, in turn, suggested a prison psychiatrist. As soon as that all locked into place, I knew it would be a progressive conditioning piece that would end with the “eyes open but ‘wide awake'” final line. Most of the rest of it was details after that. (Doctor Butler was almost a woman, but I felt in the end like the authority figure needed to be patriarchal in his particular brand of condescension.)

 

Take Me Home Tonight: This started, again, with the song playing on the radio while I was in the car with nothing to think about beyond the music and the traffic. As I turned the title over in my head, I came up with the idea of a sign in a second-hand store next to a creepy little demon statue, and a woman unwise enough to attract its attention. But I was stuck from there–I knew she wouldn’t buy it, I knew the demon would follow her home, but what then?

 

Then at some point it hit me that there really didn’t have to be a “next” beyond “brainwashing incubus sex and enslavement”, and it all clicked into place. I don’t remember exactly where the idea of being worked like a puppet came from, but the second I had it I knew that it would be the most memorable thing about the story. (Hopefully in a good way.)

 

Forever Your Girl: This one has been in my head for ages. I don’t even remember exactly when I started thinking about it, only that I got the idea from the title and that I knew right away that it would be a story set in the distant future of my superhero universe. I knew that it would ape the structure of a ‘Kingdom Come’ style flashback to the final battle of the Rescuer and Doctor Darke, only to pull the rug out at the end by revealing that the final battle never even happened. And I knew that Lucy Lake (LL, get it?) wouldn’t be a reporter, because I like to mutate my pastiches a little.

 

Other than that, it was mostly just a matter of getting around to writing it. I wanted to have some Easter eggs for fans of my superhero stuff, which is why I mention the grand legends of the Heroic Age and the Great Collapse (clearly inspired by the Great Disaster). One Easter egg not clarified within the story–“Imperil” is the Rescuer from a parallel universe, probably the same one that produced Professor Psycho. In case anyone’s worried, though, these “final battles” and legends are all set in an undefined near future, and I don’t intend to stop doing superhero stories anytime soon. Showing a future where the present-day heroes are legends is a time-honored comic tradition, and this is my homage to that more than anything else.

 

Trust and Obey: Okay. I can explain, I promise. I originally saw this title in a database of song lyrics (actually, I was doing a search for the word “trust” because I had an idea about a story I needed a title for, which you’ll see in a couple of months) and I knew it had to be a story. I mean, come on! “Trust and Obey”, and I’m a writer who does erotic mind control! How can I even pass this up?

 

But I didn’t have an idea for the actual story. Just the title, sitting there and laughing at me because it was so “on the nose” that I couldn’t come up with anything for it because all my stories involve trusting and obeying! And I kept turning it over in my head, and suddenly it hit me–they could be names! And as soon as they became names, they became the names of a mind controller’s helpers, and as soon as they became mind controller’s helpers, they got conflated with Thing 1 and Thing 2, and before you knew it I’d realized that the structure of ‘The Cat in the Hat’ could be turned into a mind control story very easily. And because I don’t do much furry stuff, the Cat became Gigi, and…well, it all made sense at the time!

 

X, Y and Zee: This one, on the other hand, came from seeing the title and instantly thinking that “X” and “Y” would be aliases designed to protect the identities of two people whose names were confidential. Which meant medical, maybe psychiatric. And “Zee” sounded more like a nickname, which meant that they would be the doctor. The first bit of actual story building I did was finding the most unpronounceable name I could get in order to make the use of “Zee” plausible.

 

From there, I went to my extensive mental library of weird facts about science. The Milgram experiments are among the most famous and controversial in the history of psychiatry (they were parodied in ‘Ghostbusters’, among other places) because they suggested that people would do terrible things to each other if someone in authority told them to. And I thought, well, if they’d do bad things…what if someone decided to find out if they’d do kinky things? I knew it would have to read a lot like an actual case study to justify the “X” and “Y” nomenclature, and I pushed it hard to make it feel “sexy” despite the clinical tone. Hopefully, I succeeded. (I confess, I do wonder what results this would actually produce as a real experiment. Couldn’t be more unethical than Milgram’s.)

 

That’s all for this month! See you…well, see you next Wednesday, but look forward to another installment of this feature in March!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Skeleton Key”!

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–“Kissing Disease”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Skeleton Key”! (MC MF MD)

 

Paula’s mother insisted she take all of Uncle Jim’s old worthless junk to an appraiser to see if there were any hidden treasures. As it turns out, there are. Which is unfortunate for Paula…

 

Paula waited, but he seemed to have come to a natural pause in his monologue. “Are you saying you want to buy this stuff?” she asked. “Because we can find another appraiser to settle the value, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

 

Merrion shook his head. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid I would much prefer that the transaction were completely discreet,” he replied. “Even allowing others to become aware that I possess this would bring about a degree of scrutiny into my affairs that I simply cannot countenance.”

 

He sighed again, evidently moved to sincere distress by the situation. “No, Ms. Reid, ” he said, this has all been by way of a rather convoluted apology for my behavior.” And he extended the key, blade first, to her lips.

 

Unexpectedly, Paula’s mouth opened wide of its own accord to receive it. She couldn’t help herself–her lips simply parted and her jaws came apart as if pushed by an invisible hand. She tried to clench them shut again, but it was as if her body no longer listened to her; even her tongue went flat to allow the blade access. Merrion was able to insert the key into her wide-open mouth with ease.

 

Hope you enjoy it!

Review: “Changes”

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This is a slightly delayed post, mostly because I’ve been feeling like crap all weekend and I’m not up to much in terms of writing. But I have promised my readers a blog post a week, and I’m sticking to that promise. So the least I can do is tell you about a recent story I liked. “Changes”, by softi (not to be confused with my own story which shares a title with it) is a very nice subversion of power dynamics wrapped up in a hot lesbian story.

 

Let’s face it, anyone into the EMC kink is pretty hardcore into the idea of power exchange. We love the idea of messing around with the traditional roles of authority within a relationship–students control teachers, secretaries brainwash bosses, and so on and so forth, all with the added element of textual sexuality in a dynamic that is either usually non-sexual or subtextually sexual. (That is to say, we all know the trope of the secretary who’s the real boss, and we all know that there’s a certain flirtatiousness to any relationship between co-workers who spend long hours together and have to find a way to not strangle each other, but an EMC story brings that out in an explicit erotic sense.)

 

But there’s a line that very few stories cross, that of subverting the power dynamic in an actual BDSM relationship. It’s just generally assumed that even in an EMC story, even with the kinks involved, all concerned are playing out the roles they want to be playing. Tops top, bottoms bottom, and generally the structure of an EMC story involve either slotting someone into their “natural” role (again, with the caveat that this is fantasy and not intended to be a guide to real-world ethics) or taking someone who is in a position of vanilla authority and showing them that in a sexual context, that authority does not apply. It’s very rare that you get an actual BDSM top topped, even in MC kink.

 

Which is a shame, because as this story shows, that’s hotter than hell. Michela, the apparent domme, gets tons of scenes where she tops various brainwashed sex slaves that are all very gorgeous in their heat…but at the same time, it quickly becomes apparent that there’s something going on with Tricia, the new student that she’s decided to recruit to her harem for no other reason than circumstances have forced her to deal with the silly little twerp on a daily basis and she’d rather have her silent and obedient. It’s not exactly a surprise, although softi does a good job of teasing out the story–but in this particular case, half the heat comes from knowing what’s coming before Michela does.

 

Not everything tripped my triggers here–I’m not a fan of “butch to femme” conversion, especially when it involves the woman explicitly becoming the object of demeaning male attention (I understand, fantasy and not an ethical guide, but something about catcalling asshole guys just raises my hackles in a way that softi cannot in any sense be held responsible for). But the slow, seductive descent of Michela from her position of power is so damn sexy that I can cheerfully ignore that part. This is a really great, really hot story, exactly the kind of thing that makes me proud to be part of a community of smut writers. You should check it out.