Archive for April, 2016

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Rosewater”!

April 28, 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–“Heavy Breathing”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Rosewater”! (MC FF)


Courtney gets a visit from her friend and lover, Manisha, who’s brought her a little present. Two presents, actually–the sweet scent of rosewater, and obedience. Here’s a taste:


I open the door and say, “Nisha! How have you been–” Before I can get any further, she pulls a small plastic spray bottle from the grocery bag and squeezes it, releasing a spray of mist into the air right in front of my face. I take a step forward without even realizing it, and suddenly my nostrils are filled with the sweet, floral scent of rosewater.


The smell of it is instantly familiar to me, bringing back warm summer afternoons in Manisha’s kitchen as I watched her boil rose petals to distill the delicately scented liquid. It brings back other associations, too–I feel my mind soften, my thoughts going smooth as a liquid rush of arousal hits me. My whole body feels suddenly warm,  and I feel my eyes getting heavy as my face melts into a dreamy smile. It’s like I’m being massaged all over with gloves made of pure silk, all my will stroked away as the rosewater scent fills my lungs and makes me dreamy and submissive and deeply aroused for Manisha.


“That’s right, Courtney,” Manisha says. She steps inside and closes the door. I sigh happily, taking in deep breaths of the rosewater mist and letting it soften my mind even further. It always feels so good, these first few moments when the scent hits me and I remember all over again just how easy it is to inhale the aroma and sink deeper. It feels so nice to let my thoughts scatter into a pleasant haze, not so much blank as simply loose and pliable. I can think. I just don’t want to. Manisha can do all the thinking for both of us.


Hope you enjoy it!

A Brief Public Service Announcement

April 24, 2016

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One of the most common fetishes associated with hypnokink is the idea of the “trigger”. This is (usually) a word or phrase that the hypnotist has associated in the subject’s mind with a post-hypnotic compulsion, so that when the subject hears the word/phrase again, they will be compelled to perform a particular action. The most common trigger is the trance trigger, where the subject is compelled to return to trance automatically whenever they hear the key word or phrase. (It doesn’t always need to be a word–you can get very creative with triggers–but that’s not the point right now.)


The point is, a lot of people learn about triggers very early on in their exploration of hypnokink, and they have a very strong attraction. The idea of being able to skip all the hypnosis and just go straight to the “mindless and obedient subject” phase is exciting (especially for new folks who may not be confident with their skill in hypnosis), and there’s a certain undeniable thrill to watching someone obey an irresistible compulsion that they may not even be consciously aware of.


In fact, given that a lot of people use the same triggers or listen to public hypnosis files that may contain a trigger, and given that a lot of people talk about their hypnotic experiences in blogs like this one, and given that one of the fun things about triggers is that they allow for public play and you may hear someone’s trigger being used, it may be tempting for you to simply try out someone else’s–


*record scratch*


Um, yeah. Don’t do that. Seriously, don’t. Don’t use a trigger on someone without first obtaining their consent. Don’t try to guess their triggers, don’t try to use a trigger that you’ve heard someone else use on them, don’t use a trigger on them that they’ve mentioned in casual conversation around you or even to you without first making sure that they are okay with being triggered by you. Explicitly. Enthusiastically. It’s a sexual fetish, so treat this consent every bit as seriously as you would consent to sex itself.


Thankfully, if you read the above paragraph and said, “Will do!” in an oily, sleazy tone (and if you did, could you not consider yourself a fan of mine? Kthxbai) getting triggered by someone you don’t know will generally result in nothing more than a weird feeling in the back of your head and an uncomfortable sensation that there’s something you ought to be doing that you’re not. This is because a trigger is a message to your unconscious mind, reminding it that it’s going to feel very good to do something without letting the conscious mind in on the secret. And as with all hypnosis, your unconscious mind isn’t stupid. It knows from context, it knows who’s saying that trigger, and it wants to feel safe above all other things. Unless you’ve specifically agreed with your hypnotist on an open trigger, and you’re comfortable with the idea, triggers won’t work unless your unconscious mind knows they’re supposed to. Which is good.


So why the big “seriously, don’t” thing, if it’s probably not going to work? Because consent is important. Because trance is all about establishing rapport and trust and connection between yourself and the person you want to hypnotize, and that means not doing things immediately and obviously intended to bypass their critical thinking faculties and put them into a state where they can’t argue with you. Because it will make the other person uncomfortable and unhappy. Because if you do it, you are being a jerk. Don’t be a jerk. Don’t trigger people without their consent. Be nice, talk to them, ask them how they feel about letting you hypnotize them, ask them how they feel about triggers. If those conversations go well, yay! Happy hypnokinky fun trigger times ahead. If they don’t, just imagine how much worse they’d have gone if you’d violated their trust right from the get-go.


And if you ignore this advice? At least have the honesty to understand that this is why so many people block you on social media. OK? OK.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Heavy Breathing”!

April 21, 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–“Judas Kiss”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Heavy Breathing”! (MC FF)


Holly’s very excited; her friend Kim has promised her a ticket to the hottest musical on Broadway, and Holly is eagerly awaiting her call! There’s just one problem…


She took the phone away from her ear to check the caller ID, but the stupid display was dark. Holly tapped it a couple of times, hoping to jar something back into position, but it didn’t even flicker. Meaning that not only did Holly not know who was jerking off in her ear, she wouldn’t be able ignore any phone calls for the rest of the night.


Holly sighed. Whoever it was, they were going at it pretty loud; even with the receiver six inches away from her face, Holly could still hear them panting. “HhhhhHHHhh… hhhhHHHHhhhh…” They sounded practically hoarse from the effort.


Holly decided she’d had enough. “What the fuck ever, sleazebag,” she snapped out, stabbing her finger down on the disconnect button. She put it back on the receiver and flopped down on the couch in easy reach of the handset. She still wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off or just plain surprised at the unexpected heavy breather. Some people officially had too much fucking free time.


Hope you enjoy it!

Character Bible: Sharpe

April 16, 2016

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Hi all! It’s time to share with you another one of my superhero character bibles. This is the one I promised a while back for WildRose’s tactical strategist, aide de camp, and all around better half, Sharpe.



Real Name: Sarra Rabinowitz

Physical Appearance: 5’4″, 105 lbs. She is a slender, waifish young woman with long, brown, slightly frizzy hair that she keeps in a tight ponytail. She has brown eyes, and wears no costume–in fact, she usually has on sweats and a t-shirt when she’s fighting crime. This is because she’s usually to be found in a “panic room” in her suburban house, communicating with WildRose over 17 layers of frequency encryption and voice modulators to avoid detection of her true identity as she provides her partner with the intel she needs to do the legwork of battling evil in Samson City.

History: Sarra Rabinowitz was born and raised in Samson City to a pair of doting parents that she still maintains a close relationship with today. They encouraged her obvious intellectual gifts, helping her into gifted academies and from there into early college programs and from there into post-doctoral work and from there into founding her own software company and from there into becoming a millionaire by the age of sixteen. By the time she was twenty-one, Sarra was wealthy enough to never have to work another day in her life.

But she felt like simply making money was wasting her gifts. Sarra plugged into the Internet almost as soon as she learned how to read, and picked up a lot of the news about the superheroes that were already becoming global celebrities like Captain Patriot and Doctor Phobos. Although she never told her parents, her entire goal behind founding her own company and becoming a multi-millionaire was to accumulate the funds she needed to become a crime-fighting vigilante like her idols.

But her body never cooperated. Her extraordinary intellect and deductive skills made her an amazing hacker and detective, but she never mastered piloting her self-made power armor to the point where she felt comfortable combat-testing it, and her martial arts skills never progressed beyond merely competent despite years of practice at a local dojo. Combine that with an unfortunate tendency towards nausea at the smell of blood (she’s vegan in her personal life) and she realized that her crime-fighting approach needed some serious lateral thinking.

Which was when WildRose began her career as a superhero. And with the benefit of her vast intelligence, plus a little personal knowledge of the woman who ran the dojo where Sarra got her ass kicked weekly, she quickly connected Penelope Powell with the newest hero in Samson City. She decided to offer her services–carefully and anonymously–as an intelligence gatherer for WildRose, communicating through an earpiece as the brash young hero stalked the city and providing her with vital information about her enemies.

After the events of “Every Rose Has Its Thorn”, the two became lovers as well as allies, and Sharpe shared with WildRose the secrets of her true identity. But she remains careful to operate from behind the scenes, dishing out justice the best way she can–with her prodigious mind.

Personality: Sharpe is a calm, confident, collected woman with a tendency towards dry wit and an unshakable belief that there’s no problem that can’t be solved with better information and planning applied to the problem. The fact that’s she’s partners, best friends and lovers with a woman who believes that you can solve any problem by hitting it hard enough, fast enough, and frequently enough has occasionally caused her to doubt her sanity, but she’s finding that her strengths play well with WildRose’s weaknesses and vice versa.

She has an intense robophilia fetish, which temporarily became a source of friction in her relationship with WildRose because she concealed it out of fear of rejection, but she now wears her robokink proudly.

Unique Abilities: Sharpe is possibly one of the most intelligent people on Earth–not simply quantitatively, but in the way that she processes information. She has the possibly unique ability to focus her attention on several simultaneous streams of information and sensory input, operating her brain in what appears to be parallel processing and solving multiple problems of different types simultaneously. She is particularly gifted with computer languages and programming, but has also applied her talents to chemistry and biology with solid results.

She has invented a robotic exoskeleton, but neither she nor WildRose feel comfortable enough using it to test it out in combat. Privately, Sharpe suspects that her robokink is causing blindspots in her design philosophy that make the device too overcomplicated for use in dangerous situations, but she hasn’t made it a priority yet to resolve this issue. Instead, she’s adapted the device as fetish gear for those times when she and WildRose want to play “Robot and Lesbian Grease-Monkey”.


Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Judas Kiss”!

April 14, 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–“Vicious Circles”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Judas Kiss”! (MC FF)


Amanda’s meeting her old friend Rose for lunch…and as it turns out, a bit of brainwashing, sealed with a kiss. Here’s a taste:


Amanda sat down as well and gave her friend a concerned stare. “Are you alright, Rose?” she asked, skipping the usual formalities. “Your text just said we needed to talk face to face, and I thought maybe–.”


Rose waved away Amanda’s words with a dismissive gesture, and favored her with a dazzling smile. “I’m sorry, Panda,” she said, using the childhood nickname Amanda would have strangled anyone else for speaking out loud. “I just texted that to get you to the restaurant.”


The ice cube of apprehension in Amanda’s stomach melted away at the words. She hadn’t realized how nervous that text had made her until the feeling stopped. “So everything’s okay, then? No problems with work, Dave’s okay, your mom’s no worse than ever?”


Rose leaned in and her smile took on a conspiratorial tone. “Actually,” she said, “everything is terrible. I quit my job this morning, and sent Dave an email telling him I was moving out and he could keep all my stuff. But that’s not why I came here. I came here to kiss you, Amanda, and I am so sorry.”


Hope you enjoy it!

Why I’m Pulling “Sister Christian”

April 10, 2016

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At this point, I have sent requests to the folks administrating the Literotica website and the Erotic Mind Control Stories Archive requesting that they remove the story “Sister Christian”. I don’t believe that it’s published anywhere else–if it is, please let me know so I can remove it there as well–so this should unpublish it completely. I feel that this isn’t enough. The people hurt by this story deserve an explanation and an apology.


For those of you unfamiliar with the story, and please don’t go look for it because that would defeat the point, it’s about a mind controller who decides to live in a seminary and uses his powers to convince the nuns that there’s a perfectly good explanation for his presence there. The Mother Superior rationalizes that he must, in fact, be a woman, or he wouldn’t be there, and proceeds to try to convince others that this is the case.


Even if I had executed that concept well, it would have been callous and insensitive. As written, it’s indefensibly cruel. My only excuse, feeble as it is, is that at the time I wrote it I was not nearly as familiar as I am now with the kind of bigotry trans individuals face on a daily basis, and because I thought of Christian (the mind controller) as identifying as male, it didn’t occur to me that the story winds up recapitulating many of the arguments that hateful individuals use to justify discriminatory policies until after I had published it.


That’s not an excuse, though, for leaving it up so long, especially after it was pointed out to me how bad it was. I told myself that I would find a way to fix it, to render it less transphobic, but the truth is I was just so ashamed of it that I didn’t want to deal with it at all. I hoped it would just fade into obscurity and I’d never have to really apologize or make amends. But that isn’t going to happen and it’s time I did the right thing.


So the story is gone. I think it’s pretty safe to say that it won’t be returning–I don’t think it’s salvageable, I don’t think it’s good enough to salvage, and I think that at this point restoring it would send the wrong message even if I were able to fix its many problems. I apologize to everyone I hurt by posting it, and I hope that my subsequent trans positive fiction has gone some small way to making amends, and I will continue to promote a better message than I did when I was younger and dumber. I hope that the person I’ve become is better than the person who wrote that, and if not, then I hope I can continue to improve.


And to the people who called me out (gently and justifiably) on this, thank you for not giving up on me and for continuing to help me stay true to the things I believe.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Vicious Circles”!

April 7, 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–“You Go to My Head”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to Literotica. (And to the EMCSA as well, where it will appear on April 9th along with “Can I Trust You?” due to Simon’s hiatus.) But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Vicious Circles”! (MC)


This one is just pure, delicious brainwashing. Inescapable, inexorable brainwashing. Brainwashing leading to more brainwashing, until…


There has to be a way out of this, I know it. Somewhere in the loop, there’s got to be a point where I can look away from the screen. Once I look away from the screen, I know I can stop playing with my nipples. Once I stop playing with my nipples, I know I can turn off the device between my legs that keeps tickling my clit with that slow, maddening swirl of stimulation. Once the device isn’t teasing my clit, keeping me trapped right on the edge of orgasm, I know I can get myself off. Once I cum, I know I can think about the endless mantras repeating through the headphones. And once my head is clear of those mantras, I know I can look away from the screen.


Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for March 2016

April 2, 2016

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Howdy all! As always, the start of a new month brings my Liner Notes, where I share with you a bit of the creative process used to come up with the stories I posted last month. Let’s take a look at March, shall we?


Vanishing Act: A lot of my creative process involves taking a song title and trying to strip it of any associations it has from the song (lyrics, artist, video, et cetera) in order to see what replaces it. It’s easier to do when I come across the title in a list of song titles, rather than hearing the song on the radio. In this case, I saw “Vanishing Act” and thought of it as a sarcastic term applied to someone who flakes out a lot–leaving early, arriving late, never showing up at all.

That led me to the idea of retelling a classic EMC trope, the person with a trigger that compels them to visit their owner for more sex, brainwashing, et cetera, from the perspective of someone else–in this case, a friend affected by the victim’s frequent disappearances. (It’s an old writer’s trick that never fails to impress, by the way. Whenever you take a classic trope of your genre and try to think about what it would look like to someone who doesn’t generally get to tell their side of the story, it always gives you a fresh insight. Horror stories from the monster’s POV, the clean-up crew’s take on a superhero battle…it’s easy and fun.)

From there, the story gelled pretty quickly. I still think that it’s got a bit of a weird internality that was hard to escape–I couldn’t get out of Kara’s head for the longest time–but the ending is a scorcher, IMHO.


Brand New Me: Again, this was a case of looking at the words and trying to create new associations with them. In isolation, they looked to me like some sort of self-help actualization mantra, which led me to thoughts of the Sixties when everyone was looking for a guru to help them become their best self. Which led me to a) the Beatles dropping out and doing the East, and all the people who followed in their footsteps, and b) the realization that if you really could instantly become your best self through magic, it would be kind of fucking creepy.

Hence Dottie/Gaia and her tulpa. I felt like I was walking a fine line with this story–I wanted to make it clear that Kobutsu (the sinister guru) was a young punk who was misusing the teachings of his faith in order to make compliant New Age bimbos, but I also wanted to make it clear that he was misusing something real with deep spiritual meaning to millions, rather than suggesting that Buddhism was some sort of con. Judging by the lack of complaints, I assume I succeeded.

I wound up liking Dottie a lot by the end. It was hard to let her go. Still, she’s not gone completely. Just…improved.


Factory Girl: I’ve mentioned in the past that at one point, “Girls Girls Girls” was going to be the last Girls(tm) story. I figured that once you learned the origins of the Girls, and saw the scale and scope of their operation, you would be able to draw the rest of the dotted line yourself. But then I took a listen to a classic Rolling Stones song, “Factory Girl”, and even before I wrote “Girls Girls Girls” I knew that there was at least one more story in this universe about a Girl who works on the assembly line and finds a reporter hiding in the factory. (There is a new “final” Girls story, but it’s now a ways off and a lot has to happen before then.)

The story changed a lot, greatly for the better, at the request of one of my Patrons. They asked me to do a Girls story that included a trans woman, and while I hadn’t done any trans material before (mainly because Simon doesn’t generally accept it) I was happy to oblige. I decided that Rory, who I’d inserted into the previous story as a subtle piece of set-up (if you go back and read, the Girls clearly don’t know where she got to) could very easily be a trans woman whose sympathies with Patricia Whately’s crew were even less present than originally hinted, and I felt like it really improved the story a lot by making Five-Thirty-Five’s transformation mean something thematically beyond just, “Not everyone likes their job.”

I did hear back from some trans people who read the story, and they did like it…but not in the way I was expecting. I had assumed there would be a lot of fist-pumping appreciation for the end, where Five-Thirty-Five (who is by that point basically “trans” insofar as the term has meaning for robots) stands up and says that she’s not broken, she’s not damaged, and she doesn’t need fixing. But in fact, the bit that I was told really got to them was when Five-Thirty-Five found out that Rory had a penis, and didn’t care one damn bit. That kind of acceptance and representation hit home, and it’s made me work harder at including more of it.


Learn to Fly: Every once in a while, I’ll hear a song title and think, “Nah, nothing there.” Actually, it happens a lot–I probably spend fifteen to twenty minutes just looking at titles I don’t see anything interesting in for every one that I do. But every once in a while, after deciding that there’s nothing worth using in a song title…I’ll keep hearing the song. Over and over. All the damn time. Until my brain, apparently out of sheer psychological self-defense, starts constructing some crazy-ass scenario around it that makes sense to exactly nobody but me.

That was what happened with “Learn to Fly”. It was on the playlist for the video game ‘Rock Band’, which I didn’t play but which my roommate did (incessantly), and so I saw the title and heard the song a lot. And eventually my brain took the old joke about the two guys drinking on top of the Empire State Building, fused it with my superhero universe and Samantha Steele, the frequently-victimized Adventure Girl, and came up with…well, this. Have I mentioned my brain sometimes terrifies me?


And that’s another month in the books! Thanks for reading!

The Power of “Please”

April 1, 2016

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A few posts ago, I talked a bit about the way that the word “yes”, as a response, is a tremendously sexy deepener both of trance and of brainwashing. There’s another word that’s just as powerful, though, and in some ways a lot more sexy, and that word is “please”.


I won’t deny that it took me a while to get to the point where I was comfortable begging Goddess for sexual things. At first, it fed deeply into my self esteem issues–I have a lot of trouble seeing myself as desirable, and it was easy for me to believe that other people thought of sex with me as an obligation. When I begged, I originally thought that it meant that Goddess was reluctant to dominate me.


But that faded away under the influence of unconditional love and a lot of brainwashing, until I was able to appreciate that Goddess didn’t want to hear me beg because She didn’t want me. She wanted to hear me beg because She wanted to know that I wanted Her. And that was when I really understood how powerful “please” can be. Because “please” is a sign of genuine, powerful desire, an admission that there is nothing you want more than what your partner is offering. It’s a direct, open expression of your need for them, and it’s hard to find anything more thrilling than that.


Goddess loves hearing me beg. The other night, She actually took away all my words except “please”, and teased my mind and body while asking me what I was begging for. And of course, I couldn’t tell Her because my only word was “please”, so it wound up feeling like I was begging for everything. Everything She did, everything She said, I wanted it all so much and I knew it because I could hear myself saying “please”, over and over and over. That’s the kind of power “please” has, it’s a word that makes you want things. It’s a word with deep submissive power, and that’s a wonderful thing in kink.


So say please. Please?