Archive for March, 2016

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “You Go To My Head”!

March 31, 2016

Hi all! Sorry about the lack of a bonus post this week–my day job is handing out overtime like it was candy, and like someone who’s eating all the candy they can, I’m getting pretty sick of it. I’ll try to do a double post this weekend to make up for it, I promise.

But for now, 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–“Can I Trust You?”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to Literotica. (And to the EMCSA as well, but it won’t appear there until April 9th due to Simon’s hiatus.) But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “You Go To My Head”! (MC MF FD)

 

Jake meets his new neighbor, Zaina, while she’s still moving in. It’s hot, she’s working hard, and her air conditioner’s busted. But despite the fact that she’s covered in sweat, Jake finds that he likes the way she smells. In fact, he likes it a whole lot…

 

Jake said, “Trust me, Zaina, you look pretty good from over here.” He hoped that didn’t sound too crude–the beer and the heat were going to his head a little, and Zaina suddenly felt like she was a lot closer than she had a few minutes ago. She was so near that he could smell the scent of her perspiration mingling with his own, just beginning to dry as the house began to cool with the onset of evening.

 

Zaina didn’t seem bothered by his comment. If anything, it seemed like she thought it was funny. “Oh, please!” she said, laughing and wafting her t-shirt in her general direction. “Are you kidding? I am ripe!” She lifted her armpit and stuck it right in his face. “Here, take a whiff of that!”

 

Jake laughed hard as he pretended to rear back in terror, but Zaina didn’t really smell that bad at all. She had a strong odor, sure, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was an honest scent, the aroma of a body that had put in hard work under the hot sun. Even at its strongest, it had a kind of earthy musk to it that was actually nice, in a weird way.

 

Or maybe he was just drunk. He felt a wave of pleasant dizziness wash over him, and it suddenly felt a little bit difficult to keep his balance as Zaina finally lowered her arm with one last snort of laughter. Jake set his beer down carefully next to the couch, trying hard not to spill any. “Sorry,” he said, his tongue feeling a little bit thick in his mouth. “Guess I had a little too much to drink.” He shifted position, trying to conceal an erection he was certain he didn’t have a moment ago.

 

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Can I Trust You?”

March 24, 2016

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–“Learn to Fly”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Can I Trust You?”! (MC MF FF MD FD)

 

Cynthia’s finally getting to know people again, after an experience she doesn’t like to talk about. But she’s finally opening up to Alice…which may or may not be the best idea. Here’s a taste:

 

“So,” Alice said. “Are you, like, afraid of cocks or something?”

 

Cynthia almost inhaled her French Vanilla. “Sorry,” Alice said. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. But, I mean, you only ever come to Paint Night when we’re doing still lifes, and you never want to go out afterward. And you’re happy to do things with us like yoga and tennis and stuff, but you cancel out whenever anyone says they’re bringing their boyfriend or their husband. I thought maybe you were gay, or maybe just getting out of a real bad break-up that left you…y’know, sick of guys.”

 

Cynthia set her coffee down on the end table. Deep down, she knew the second she decided to come inside that she was going to tell Alice everything. It was just too exhausting to keep it all in anymore. She almost didn’t care if Alice thought it was all crazy–just the idea of having someone she could actually talk to about her problems felt too important to pass up.

 

Even so, she couldn’t quite convince let her guard down. Not after so long. “…can I trust you?” she asked. “I mean, can I really trust you?”

 

Alice blinked at her owlishly for a moment. “Um, sure,” she replied. Cynthia clearly must have conveyed her concern about the casual tone in Alice’s voice, because the other woman followed it up with an emphatic, “Absolutely.”

 

“Okay.” Cynthia sighed. “The truth is, you had it right the first time. I’m afraid of cocks.”

 

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The Power of Yes

March 20, 2016

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I’m not sure if I’ve ever talked about one of the very wonderful things Goddess sometimes does to me when we play. It’s a very powerful brainwashing technique that’s incredibly hot, and it’s something that I really want to encourage in other people’s hypnokink because it’s just so damn yummy that I think everyone should at least give it a try. Sometimes, when I’m in trance, She takes away my ability to speak–except for two words.

 

“Yes, Goddess.”

 

(I’m also still able to use my safewords, in case they should be needed, but that’s an exception to pretty much anything.) As I say, this is an amazing way to deepen someone’s conditioning; not only does it reinforce the hypnotist’s control over the subject, because every time they speak they are aware that they can only say the words they’re allowed to say (after years of playing this particular game, I’m not even sure I can formulate other thoughts beyond “Yes, Goddess” when I’m under)…

 

But the words themselves are signifiers of mindless, unthinking acceptance. Whatever the hypnotist says, the subject responds with “Yes”. Even if they’re aware that they are saying those words due to a previously installed command, they nonetheless hear themselves agreeing with everything the hypnotist tells them. That’s an incredibly powerful way to deepen the intensity of a suggestion, which I’m assuming everyone wants because you wouldn’t be a hypnokinky submissive if you didn’t want to find yourself doing things you hadn’t consciously planned on doing and you wouldn’t be a hypnokinky dominant if you didn’t love leaving your fingerprints all over the inside of another person’s mind and both of you are presumably consenting adults.

 

(If you’re not both consenting adults, don’t do this. Don’t do any of this. Why do I even need to tell you this, Chad?)

 

And of course, there’s just something so incredibly sexy about hearing a hypnotized voice (even, sometimes especially if it’s your own) mindlessly saying, “Yes, Goddess” or “Yes, Master” or “Yes, Sir” or “Yes (insert term of respectful submission of choice)”. It’s a warm, shivery sound, both for the hypnotist and the subject, an implicit acknowledgement of total control and complete obedience. It’s really fucking hot, is what I’m saying. If you have someone you trust with your brain or someone who trusts you with their brain, you should totally do this.

 

Because the word “yes” is possibly the most powerful word in hypnosis. All this does is prove it.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Learn to Fly”!

March 17, 2016

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

 

Gary made a deal with the devil (with a few devils, in fact) to gain the power to control people’s minds. He’s already got Lauren and Courtney in his thrall, and their friend Samantha is next in his sights. Can she resist a power as inexorable as gravity?

 

The knocking got louder quickly. Much louder–from the sound of it, whoever was out there was damn near ready to break the door down if they didn’t get a response. “Here comes trouble,” Gary whispered, a smug grin spreading across his face. He let the hammering continue for a full minute while he watched his girls make out before finally getting up and going to the door.

 

He looked through the peephole before opening the door. Sure enough, there was a young Caucasian woman with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes standing outside, her face contorted in frustration as she banged on the door. Mentally, he was already picturing her joining Lauren and Courtney on the floor in front of his bed. Her pale skin would contrast so beautifully with Courtney, and Lauren’s red hair would look so nice draped across her thighs…

 

But that was for later. First thing first. He opened the door just as she was about to hammer on it again. “Hi there,” he said, favoring her with a smile. “My name’s Gary. Can I help you?”

 

“What have you done to my friends?” she asked without preamble. She scowled at him and fixed him with the kind of stare that would have been intimidating on someone who wasn’t five foot six and weighed maybe 110 pounds soaking wet.

 

Soaking wet. Gary made a mental note to find a place with an indoor hot tub once he had a little money.

 

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Liner Notes for February 2016

March 13, 2016

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And now that we’ve got my rant over with, let’s talk about February’s stories!

 

Kissing Disease: I saw this title on songlyrics.com, and I immediately thought of a mind control pandemic (a trope involving a virus that causes suggestibility as one of its symptoms as it spreads, and something I haven’t made much use of in the past). I was familiar enough to know that it was a cutesy name for mono, so that pretty much locked me into a strain of an existing disease. Luckily, mono is already notorious for mostly leaving you sleepy and exhausted, so it wasn’t hard to envision a strain that had less of the other symptoms and amped up the mental fatigue to cinematic levels.

 

After that, I pretty much just wrote up a list of pandemic tropes, random things I wanted to see happen over the course of the story, and arranged them into a logical order so I could have Carrie go through them all as events unfolded. I knew it would go pretty dark, because pandemics generally aren’t sweetness and light, and so this is one for my ‘pathic fans. Although I really do think Carrie will be well looked after.

 

Skeleton Key: I was actually looking at a completely different title when I came up with the idea for this one–the mental image of someone holding a key to a woman’s lips and watching them part involuntarily was so strong that I went looking for a song with this title just so I could use it. (Luckily, many artists have made use of the phrase.) After I had the image, though, I had to come up with a reason why this woman would be with the man, why he would know about the key and she wouldn’t, and so forth. It seemed like an appraisal of estate objects fit that bill nicely. (The stuff about the mother was mostly added for verisimilitude and to make sure that you didn’t feel too bad for her over being enslaved.)

 

The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall: For the record, this was actually posted out of order; “Zone Out” was actually the story I wrote after “Skeleton Key”. This one came between two stories I haven’t posted yet, “Learn to Fly” and “Can I Trust You?”, but I posted it early because several other people were posting similarly-themed works that week and we wanted to make it a…breastival? Breastapalooza? Breastacular? Something like that.

 

Basically, what happened was that someone posted to the MCForums requesting a story where a small-breasted woman dominated a large-breasted woman. I’m not really a breast fetishist…except in the case of a very specific woman who has brainwashed me into fetishizing Her breasts **cough cough** Goddess **cough cough**…but I’m a big sucker for power dynamic inversions, and the trope of “huge hypnotic breasts” is well enough established that the idea of flipping it appealed to me. Combine that with one of my all-time favorite things, that of using sexual arousal and desire to weaken resistance, and this is what I came up with. It’s really all just a slow burn to the final scene, but I think it’s worth it.

 

Zone Out: As I’ve said before, I try to do a hypnotic induction script at least once every five months or so, and I was about due. Luckily, I had this title in my back pocket–it instantly evoked the entire script in my mind, the idea of hearing but not really listening and spacing out and letting the words drift in. It was very easy to write, and I think it’s one of my best inductions.

 

That’s all for now, enjoy another liner notes next month!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Factory Girl”!

March 10, 2016

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–“Brand New Me”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Factory Girl”! (MC FF TS)

 

Girl Five Thirty Three never thought she’d have any role besides putting together Girls(TM) for deployment to Earth. But that was before she stumbled onto a woman hiding out in the factory, looking for the truth about the Girls and their plans. Now, she has to find a way to guide Aurora Lake to the truth about the Girls…and just possibly, a new truth about herself as well.

 

Here’s a taste:

 

Five Thirty Three sprawled into the wall as a figure burst out of one of the hospitality suites, body-checked past her and sprinted around the corner towards the storage bays. She righted herself, then took a moment to access visual records of the collision. Most of the video was blurred, either by the runner’s motion or by Five Thirty Three’s, but she found a few clear frames and instantly matched the figure to the Facility’s databases.

 

Aurora Lake. Human female, age approximately thirty solar years. (She cut the datastream off before it could convert that into cesium transitions–she understood the need to synchronize time across multiple galaxies, but human relative time would work fine for this.) 163 centimeters tall, 67 kilograms, hair cropped short and tinted with anthraquinone to produce a blue shade not natural to the species. Features consistent with artificial anthropological classification by human species known as “Asian”.

 

Five Thirty Three downloaded the history of Aurora’s arrival. Per the data extract, she arrived at Facility Seven two weeks ago as an independent observer, participating in a factory tour alongside an organization of humans whose public opposition to the current rollout (rooted in psycho-social insecurities regarding sexual activity manifesting as an attempt to control sexual behavior and gender roles) needed to be curtailed. The rest of the group had been conditioned and returned to Earth, but Aurora was listed as “Current whereabouts unknown. Not dependent on nor affiliated to any Girl(tm). Subject of significance, any intelligence available urgently requested.”

 

All this flashed through Five Thirty Three’s mind in under eight million cesium conversions, before Aurora could even fully round the corner. Five Thirty Three sprang up and moved into pursuit.

 

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Major Ranty Thing

March 6, 2016

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Technically speaking, this would normally be the Liner Notes for February, but I think that’s going to wait for just a tiny bit because I have, in the parlance of the rap community, some stone-cold truths to drop on y’all about kink. About your kink, probably, although hopefully you’re going to hear this and in the end say, “Yes, he’s talking about me!” and not “No, he can’t be talking about me!”

 

So one of the big rules in the kink community is, “No kink shaming.” Basically, you don’t go out there and tell someone what they’re doing is perverse and sick and wrong and fucked up, even if it is disturbing to you on a personal level, because we all have an understanding that we are each and every one of us turned on by something that society feels is taboo (or at least taboo to get turned on by) and that if we start judging one another’s kinks, the whole thing is going to collapse in an orgy of recriminations and loathing. (This is not the good kind of orgy.) So we say, “No kink shaming!” and try to pretend that’s the end of it.

 

But it’s really not. Because BDSM and D/s is, as I said last week, essentially performative–that is to say, we are constructing an identity for ourselves as top or bottom when we act in scene, and performing our role in the scene as that identity. This is fine when your scene is a private scene; when you’re in the bedroom with your play partner(s), and you are performing a scene that involves some very intense humiliation play, you are performing only to each other and the only people you have to give aftercare to is that play partner. (And just because I’m defining everything today, aftercare is the time you take after a scene to reconstruct your identity outside of scene, to remind yourself that your relationship is an essentially loving one, and to reconnect with your partner as an individual. It usually involves lots of cuddling and talking.)

 

But if you’re in public, and especially if you’re on the Internet, then being performative gets kind of complex. Because you’re not just acting out your role for you, you’re acting it out to others–perhaps millions of others, if you post about it online. These people aren’t your play partners, but they’re nonetheless involved with your play. This is especially important to remember when doing humiliation play, because…okay, look. Here’s where those stone-cold truths come in.

 

Because a lot of BDSM and D/s, especially humiliation play, intersects with a thing called “toxic masculinity”. And again, it’s Explain It All Day here, so I’ll give a capsule explanation of toxic masculinity before reminding you that Google is your friend. Basically, toxic masculinity is the set of unattainable expectations placed on men regarding their gender role in society, expectations about the way a “real man” should act and think and believe and behave and treat others. (Arguably, there’s a “toxic femininity” as well, but given that so much of the role expected of women by society is to be a passive receptacle for men’s expectations, I think it’s probably safe to lump the two together. Especially because MRAs have co-opted “toxic femininity” as a term meaning “anything a woman does that I don’t like”.)

 

I’m sure if you think long enough, you can come up with many of these, but here’s a few that will be relevant. Men are always emotionally distant, and only express themselves through anger. Men are never caregivers, domestically or emotionally. Men are expected to have a magnetic charisma that makes women not just interested but desperate to have sex with them, and it is a failure on their part if they can’t convince a woman to have sex on their terms. Men never, under any circumstances, express an interest in things that are traditionally feminine, and they never ever ever express sexual interest in another man. Men never allow a woman to tell them what to do. You get the idea. They’re all bullshit, but more importantly they’re all unachievable. Buying into them sets men up to feel like they are failures as men because they can’t stop themselves from feeling sad, or because some days they want a hug, or because they respect consent, or because they’re bisexual. That’s why it’s called “toxic”–because this shit will poison you from the inside if you let it.

 

And guess what–BDSM and D/s have a lot of overlap with toxic masculinity. Sometimes it’s an ironic overlap; since kink is performative (see? It’s all coming together!) doing a scene allows people to play out a role that society has tried to force them into, in order to figure out what about it is attractive and what about it is repellent. Doing a scene between a man and a woman where the man acts “alpha” and the woman lets herself be called a whore, a bitch, a slut, et cetera, allows the two of them to work out their ambivalence about sexual urges that they are taught are both mandatory and shameful. Then when they come out of scene, they can reconnect as people and leave that behind. Likewise, a “sissification” scene may be cathartic for a bisexual man who needs to confront the anger society projects onto him so that he can realize afterwards that he is still loved. But even though the participants know it’s ironic, that overlap is always there. It’s inescapable with humiliation play, even though most participants know how their partner really feels about them.

 

(Not that I’m letting all the humiliation kinks off the hook. Sometimes, it’s not ironic at all–there are plenty of sexual predators out there who’ve figured out that they can degrade women in the kink community and play innocent when they push it too far. These people are fuckers and should be forcibly tattooed with the Mark of Cain so that everyone knows that playing with them is a Capital M Mistake. But I digress.)

 

The point is, when you have a lot of people doing an essentially performative activity in a public space that is designed to ironically enact toxic codes of behavior, there’s an unintended side effect–a large audience of people who are already getting hit with toxic masculinity tropes in day to day life come into the kink community and get them shouted even louder and harder in their general direction. I noticed it on Tumblr as soon as I started following more than a dozen people–my feed was full of men asserting their dominance, women embracing bimbification and subservience, and the trans community only existing as a fetish object for sissification. All the tropes of toxic masculinity, blasted at full volume, 24/7.

 

Now, I don’t blame any of these people for talking about their fetishes, or for loving them. I really do get it, no kink shaming. But the thing is, humiliation play by definition shames everyone who practices their kink in a loving and joyous fashion. It says, “You’re a guy who wants to suck cock? What a sissy faggot! You’re a guy who wants to be submissive? What a beta cuck! You’re a woman who wants to submit on her own terms? Shut up, cum dumpster whore! You’re a trans woman? No you’re not, you’re just a guy with a limp dick! You’re a trans man? Um…sorry, there’s no place for you in any of our kinks, you might as well be invisible.” And if those words sound ugly and nasty and mean to you and you’re shocked that I said them, I understand. But they’re quotes. And they make it hard for people to feel like they can express their kink any other way. They feel isolated when they say, “No, my Master loves me and is constantly telling me that, even in scene,” because everyone else is out there talking about their steely-eyed ’50 Shades of Grey’ fantasy top.

 

So I want to see people signal boosting. I want to see everyone who believes that kink can really be a deeply satisfying, loving experience that’s nothing to be ashamed of to post it, everywhere they can. (In the kink community. I mean, don’t go on Daily Kos with this stuff or anything.) It’s the only way to remind people that while humiliation play may be a loud kink, it’s by no means the narrative you have to conform to.

 

And yes, if your kink is humiliation play, I want you to remember that when you are in a public space, you are around people who did not consent to be humiliated by you. And if they didn’t consent, you don’t get to treat them like they’re in your scene. I won’t tell you that your kink has to be taboo even in a community of the taboo, but try to keep that in mind before you post.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Brand New Me”!

March 3, 2016

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

 

It’s the Sixties, and Gaia and Sahara have dropped out to do the East. They’re on the hippie trail, looking for mystical wisdom and a path to enlightenment, but Gaia’s finding out the hard way that sometimes the path to a better self isn’t without risk. Here’s a taste:

 

“Sahara,” he says, giving her a look that I can only describe as ‘significant’. She’s been gazing at him with religious awe ever since we came into the room, mixed with what only someone who’d known her a very long time would recognize as lust. I’ve known Sahara since she was fifteen. She wants to jump his fucking bones.

 

“Of course, Lama,” she says, bowing low. She turns and departs, leaving the two of us alone together.

 

I look at him, trying to see the ageless wisdom that Sahara described. I try to let go of my Western prejudice, clear my mind of preconceptions, and everything else that I would imagine Sahara telling me to do if she was still in the room. None of it works. He looks like the boys back home who thought that love beads and a guitar were all they needed to get a girl like me into bed.

 

(It also took a bottle of Chianti, some good weed and a Velvet Underground record playing on the hi-fi. Just for the record.)

 

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