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Mind Control in ‘X-Men: Apocalypse’

May 29, 2016

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For those of you who actually base any part of your viewing decisions on such things, you may be wondering if there’s actually any mind control in the new X-Men movie, ‘X-Men: Apocalypse’, or whether the shots of Professor X staring with jet-black eyes and saying, “I’ve never felt power like this before” are just a big tease.

The answer is, no, they are not a tease, at least not completely. There’s not much mind control in the movie, but there is that scene (which occurs near the halfway point) where Xavier reaches out with Cerebro to find Magneto (insert Rifftrax reference here) and instead finds Apocalypse. Apocalypse then uses his *mumblemumblemumble* powers (for those of you who’ve complained that Apocalypse’s powers are somewhat vague and nebulous in the comics, they’ve pretty much jettisoned the one consistent power he did have, shapeshifting, and replaced it with a grab-bag of “What does the plot require him to have literally right this second?” abilities) to take over Cerebro, use it to interface with Xavier’s brain, and use the Xavier/Cerebro combo to take over the minds of personnel at missile silos all over the world. (None of whom are scantily-clad women. Clearly, Chris Claremont was not involved at the creative level.)

I won’t go into further detail from there (although trust me when it seems like that scene, like most of the plot, seems to be generated by a Summer Action Movie Markov Chainer) but it is some overt mind control for those who like their eyes jet-black and their sexy bodies moving in a robotic fashion. I wouldn’t say the movie is worth watching just for the mind control alone…honestly, I’d wait until it comes to Redbox in general…but it at least doesn’t tease brainwashing in the trailers and not deliver. Now, if you’re hoping for some sort of scene where the Horsemen join Apocalypse due to some slow, seductive mind alteration, sorry, but you’re out of luck.

(Also, if you were hoping for Apocalypse to ever mention his name in the movie, you’re out of luck. This is one of those old-school comics movies that feels like it has to strip all the comic booky stuff out to connect with mainstream audiences, not noticing that somewhere in the intervening decade we got the freaking Avengers. But I digress.)

Mind control quotient: Low but not non-existent, and strictly for those who swing XY.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Neuromancer”!

May 26, 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–“Eye for an Eye”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Neuromancer”! (MC MF MD)

And let’s just get it out of the way before you ask–no, not that Neuromancer. Although Bev thinks that too at first, when she meets a strange man on a plane claiming to be one. But it turns out that he means something very different…and in the process, gives her a look into a strange and deadly new world.

Here’s a taste:

Bev furrowed her brow in confusion. “Wait, what?” she asked, her brain automatically dredging up every tech article she’d read in the last two years to try to remember if any of them had talked about breakthroughs in brain-computer interfaces. “Like, plugging your brain into a computer, living in cyberspace and hacking Tokyo? That kind of neuromancer?”

Rob laughed hard at that, to the point where she almost thought some of the other passengers would complain. But nobody seemed to notice. Finally, he wiped a tear away from his face and said, “Oh, God bless William Gibson. Twenty-five years of search engines, and nobody even knows we exist thanks to that book filling up the results. No, I’m a…well, let’s be blunt and call it what it is. I’m a wizard. My specialty is magic that affects the human brain. A death wizard is a necromancer, a fire wizard is a pyromancer, I’m a–“

Bev broke in. “Neuromancer, I get it.” She tried not to roll her eyes. Was this really what some guys thought would work to get into the Mile High Club with a nerdy girl? “So how does this neuromancy work?” she asked, trying to play along for at least another few hours. It beat John Grisham, at least. “Do you have telepathy like Professor X, or…?”

Hope you enjoy it!

Character Bible: The Rescuer

May 22, 2016

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Hi all! I’m going to go ahead and do another character bible today. This time it’s for the Rescuer, who has been more sort of a “near protagonist” than protagonist in most of the stories, but who has a backstory I’ve kind of been wanting to set down for later.

Real Name: Kyle Kane

Physical Appearance: 6’3″, 190 lbs, although in his civilian identity he tends to duck his head and wear slightly oversized clothing in order to make himself look smaller. He is a powerfully-built man (although again, he dresses to make his physique less noticeable when not acting as the Rescuer) with short dark hair (kept slicked back in his civilian identity). His costume is a white spandex bodysuit with red trunks and a red cape, and blue gloves and boots. His chest has an emblem of a large blue five-pointed star, with several smaller red stars surrounding it. He wears a blue domino mask covering his eyes and the upper part of his face when acting as the Rescuer.

History: Kyle Kane was a test pilot and later astronaut for the United States Air Force, working under the auspices of NASA while also carrying out important military work in deep space. (Note: It can be assumed here that, as with pretty much any comic book universe, the space program is significantly more advanced than that of the real world.) While carrying out an EVA mission to maintain one of Earth’s defense satellites in low orbit, Kyle was witness to a battle between two alien beings of cosmic power. Later, he would learn that this was the first salvo in a major war among the Elevated Ones, beings whose gifts transcended the laws of physics and whose struggles determined the destiny of all life in the universe, but at the time he only knew that massive energies were being unleashed in his immediate vicinity. The resultant waves of force sent him crashing to Earth…without his spaceship.

On landing, it became apparent that the titanic powers unleashed by the Elevated Ones had transformed his body into something unknown to conventional physics, a battery of cosmic energy that was capable of absorbing virtually unlimited physical punishment (hence his surviving a fall from Roche’s limit) and of astonishing feats of physical prowess. He was faster and stronger than any human being could have imagined, his senses were sharpened to impossible levels, and that only scratched the surface of his capabilities. With his background of service, it is perhaps unsurprising that he chose to use these abilities for the good of humankind.

Legally, however, Kyle Kane was thought dead by the authorities, and he chose not to disabuse them of this notion. Having served in the military, he was all too aware that soldiers were too commonly “lions led by donkeys”, and he decided he preferred not to submit to the authority of a government that may choose to use him to further a private agenda. He used some of his skills and connections as a commando to set up a fake identity (luckily, the name “Kyle Kane” is common and inconspicuous enough that he was able to continue using it) as a freelance artist, and has been operating covertly as the Rescuer ever since.

Personality: The Rescuer is a calm, confident individual who has grown accustomed to being one of the most powerful beings in the known universe–not a statement of egotism, but simply an awareness of how very few limits he has. Already a courageous man even before he gained his abilities, he has almost forgotten how to be afraid for himself (on those rare occasions where he has lost his powers or had them weakened, he has needed help in remembering what it means to be vulnerable). Instead, he focuses his emotional energies on keeping a sense of empathy, something he has worried about losing ever since his encounter with a parallel-universe version of himself called “Imperil”, and on protecting and nurturing the humanity he sees as in his care.

Perhaps as a result of this conscious engendering of a parental instinct, and of his knowledge that very few beings (human or otherwise) are capable of matching him on a physical level, he has had almost no close relationships. Notable exceptions would include Venus Ascendant, who has had a non-exclusive and casual sexual relationship with him, and Adventure Girl, who shares similar powers and who slept with him during the events of “All She Wants To Do Is Dance”. That incident greatly complicated their relationship, though, as she felt (once recovered from the spell of the Pendant of Persephone) that he took advantage of her diminished ability to consent. Unable to disagree, the Rescuer has spent a lot of the subsequent time trying to make amends for his actions. Whether he will ever be able to do so remains in doubt.

Unique Abilities: The Rescuer’s body has, as mentioned above, been transformed into a repository for a vast and seemingly inexhaustible supply of cosmic energy. (Only once has it been successfully siphoned off, using a cosmic artifact called the Parallax Key, which has since been destroyed.) This energy gives him virtually limitless strength, speed, endurance and durability, as well as the ability to fly and to project beams of heat from his eyes (his so-called “power vision”). He also has improved sensory capabilities, able to attune his senses to events both distant and extraordinarily small.

Virtually no known entity within the laws of physics has been able to affect him, with the exception of the rare and difficult to produce compound known as “xenonite” (Xe2O) which, due to xenon’s status as a noble gas, can only be created under very specific conditions that virtually never occur in nature. Xenonite, which generally forms as a crystalline solid, interrupts the connection between the Rescuer’s body and his cosmic energies, weakening him (and potentially killing him in sufficient quantities).

In addition, forces outside of the laws of physics (“magic”) can affect him, as these things operate on a symbolic and abstract level and not the mundane rules we know. The Rescuer must always be careful when magic is involved.

Sneak Peek: “Eye for an Eye”!

May 19, 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–“My Trance Girl”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Eye for an Eye”! (MC FF)


After being hypnotized into lesbian sex by Serena, Ivy has a plan for revenge. She has a sparkling crystal, a quiet common room where they won’t be interrupted, and all the time she needs to pay Serena back…in kind. Here’s a taste:


Serena tried to keep her voice smooth and calm, but Ivy could tell she was rattled. “I think you might be confused,” she said. “You probably had a silly, sleepy dream, that’s all. You just fell deep asleep, and–“


“It’s not going to work this time,” Ivy said, taking a menacing step closer to the couch. “You got me with that hypnosis crap once, when I wasn’t expecting it, but I know all your tricks now. I’m ready for you.” She grinned wickedly. “The question is…are you ready for me?”


Hope you enjoy it!


May 15, 2016

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One of the things about being a lifestyle submissive (that is to say, someone who has an agreement with their life partner that they will be “in scene”, to some extent, at all times as part of their long-term relationship) is that I have willingly ceded a certain amount of control over my sexuality. That isn’t to say that I don’t have the ability to consent, but there’s definitely a strong overtone of what they call “implied consent” to the way Goddess and I play. She decides when we are going to have sex, and assumes (quite rightly) that when She decides to hypnotize me and play with my body that it’s something I am going to want.


That probably sounds all ‘9 1/2 Weeks’, ‘Story of O’, dark and sensuous and sinfully blah blah blah, but it’s actually quite playful. She describes it often as “pouncing”, and there’s definitely a feel of puppyishness to it. (Oh, the spellchecker hates “puppyishness”.) She takes me when She’s feeling playful, when something about my words or my eyes or just nothing in particular at all makes Her want to do sexy things to me, and it really takes very little to push me into that state of passive arousal that makes me very happy to be played with.


To give an example: The other day, She came downstairs for bed unexpectedly (She has multiple play partners in the household, and sleeps in different beds on different nights) because one of Her other partners was feeling poorly and She didn’t want to keep them awake or vice versa. She went and laid in the bed while I finished up some writing work, and I assumed I’d be reading Her to sleep as is often the case (we are currently working our way through the Charles Berlitz book on Roswell at Her request, for those of you who want to know what true sadomasochism is like). I crawled into bed with Her and advised Her that we’d need to get to the reading pretty soon before I got too cozy.


And She said, “And what would be wrong with that?” Now, it’s worth keeping in mind that Goddess has been hypnotizing me, on and off, for fifteen years now. At this point, I am attuned to Her methods of hypnosis so fully that I can tell, without needing any explicit cues like a watch or a spiral or hypnotic words like “deeper”, when She’s hypnotizing me. It’s just obvious from the tone of Her voice and the set of Her eyes. And when my subconscious knows She wants me to go under, it jumps at the chance. So when I heard Her say that, I knew that She  was saying it in Her hypnotic voice, and I could feel myself start to drop.


But my conscious mind was still thinking that it was late and Goddess was tired. So all I could really do to resolve the contradiction between conscious and unconscious was to mumble, “Nothing, I just, um…” before trailing off into confused silence. At which point, She pounced in earnest, taking my glasses off (that’s a powerful anchor for me, because the only time I ever take my glasses off is to sleep) and beginning to trace circles on my body, which is pretty much an instant trigger for me. And then my conscious mind caught up with my subconscious, and I dropped the rest of the way down.


This isn’t the same thing as “chastity play”, by the way. She isn’t exercising control over my sexuality when She’s not present…except when She is, which is about one day a week just to demonstrate how complete Her control over me actually is…and I’m allowed to play with other partners. It’s just that when She wants me, She has me. Anytime. Anywhere. And if you’re reading my blog regularly, you probably can imagine just how hot that is.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “My Trance Girl”!

May 12, 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–“Drain You”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “My Trance Girl”! (MC MF MD)


Rachel is a young woman with an interest in hypnosis, and she finally decides to take the plunge and do more than read about it one night. She finds out that sometimes, fantasies really do come true…


Here’s a taste:


Rachel closed her door tightly, then ‘accidentally’ left a towel wedged up against the door so that her roommate couldn’t wander in. Not that she was really worried about her roommate not respecting her privacy, but Rachel took a few extra precautions when she was going to be at the computer for a while. She didn’t want anyone thinking she was some sort of weird pervert with a kinky fetish.


She slipped out of her dress and put a second towel down on the seat of her computer chair, then pulled up her web browser. Within moments, she’d signed in to KinkLife, and was browsing through her feed. The first picture was an animated gif of a woman on her knees, furiously masturbating while a massive cock plowed in and out of her mouth in what seemed like an endless repetition. A caption below it read, “After a few sessions of reprogramming, Slave Thirteen was now happy to accept her new role as cocksucker.”


Rachel didn’t know from fetish, but she knew what she liked.


Hope you enjoy it!

It’s Hard To Escape Hypnokink

May 8, 2016

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My local comic book store had a very nice sale today, as part of their Free Comic Book Day festivities (they have a clever four-day sale that starts on FCBD and runs through New Comics Day on the following Wednesday, clearing out stock and increasing traffic to the store). Since books were 30% off, I took the opportunity to pick up a slim little volume I’d had my eye on for a while: “Mail Order Mysteries”, by Kirk DeMarais.


The book is a collection of pictures and descriptions of the real items that they used to advertise in the old comic books, all the things that you could pick up for a dollar plus shipping and handling or earn by selling ‘GRIT’. I haven’t gotten very far into the book yet, so we still haven’t gotten to 100 toy soldiers for $1.25, but two of the first few items caught my attention. Those of you old enough to read those old comic books probably already know where I’m heading, but it’s the Hypno-Spex and the Hypno-Coin.


Both are roughly the same thing–a little lenticular-motion device with a corny spiral pattern that seems to move when you view them from different angles–and both of them are roughly equally effective, which is to say that sure, you could use them as a hypnotic focus, because you can really use pretty much anything as a hypnotic focus because it’s not the focus that matters, it’s what you’re saying to them while they’re focusing. (At least the coin comes with a pamphlet on hypnotism, although it’s of marginal utility itself.) But what fascinates me isn’t their existence, it’s the iconography of their ads.


There were a few different ads over the years, produced by a few different companies, but they all had a common theme. The hypno-coin or hypno-glasses would be shown, sometimes held by a person but not always (if there was a person, it was always a man) and some sort of ray, or lightning bolt, or wave would be emanating from it. And that wave of hypnotic energy was always going into a woman, who would either be staring as blankly as could be conveyed through a crude miniaturized black-and-white line drawing or who would be walking forward with her arms out in front of her like a zombie and what looked to be either a nightgown or a very short dress.


In other words, they could not have been more clearly saying, “Hey boys! Use this to hypnotize girls into having sex with you!” if they’d put it into the ad copy.


This is one of the interesting things to me about hypnokink: It’s actually one of the most mainstream fetishes out there. People sometimes talk about wanting to try spanking or blindfolds or tie-up games as part of their sex life and it’s seen as just a bit adventurous, and foot fetishes are generally seen as “acceptably weird”, but it’s just seen as a perfectly natural consequence of having genuine mind control powers that the first thing you would do with them is use them to get the boy/girl of your dreams to do naughty things with you. The entire cultural framing of hypnosis is as a way for men (and it’s always men in the popular cultural version, which creates problems in the scene but let’s discuss that another time) to seduce women and for women to enjoy sexual desires without being responsible for them. Hypnosis is always for sex, even when it’s not overtly for sex.


So why isn’t hypnokink a bigger part of the kink scene? Because people don’t know you can really do it. Most people assume it’s a fantasy only because it’s so often presented in the context of fantasy–cheesy horror movies, late-night made for TV thrillers, science fiction adventures (WatchTheSpiral on Tumblr is convinced that the Agent 33 scene in ‘Agents of SHIELD’ is this generation’s “Tanya Roberts in ‘Charlie’s Angels'” moment) and cartoons. (“Watch the pretty coin of gold…” Admit it, you just finished that in your head, didn’t you?) It’s only when people connect to the hypnokink scene that they realize they can actually live out a lifetime of fantasies…and that’s when the fun begins.


So if you’re a new reader, and you’re wondering what this “hypno-fetish” is all about…you already know. You’ve always known. Now’s your chance to actually live it.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Drain You”!

May 5, 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–“Rosewater”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Drain You”! (MC MF FD)


Corey gets a call from “Desiderata”, his “demonic mistress”, who uses her “dark magic” to “brainwash” him and drain his will with her “hypnotic powers”. But it’s all make-believe…isn’t it?


Here’s a taste:


Corey’s cock throbbed in his pants as he imagined his eyes going glassy at the sound of her voice. “Nothing is as important as you are,” he said, his voice a monotone. God, it felt so sexy to sit there and pretend to be brainwashed and seduced into total obedience.


Because it was pretend, Corey told himself. Sure, she’d made him give her his phone number so that she could call him any time she wanted. Yes, she’d called him a few times in public places and made him find a bathroom so that she could make him jerk off in one of the stalls. ‘Just to see how my control is coming along,’ she’d said. And okay, she’d convinced him to…do things, once or twice. Harmless things, like the little altar in his bedroom that she’d made him build, but their fantasy definitely gave her some power. But that was only because it was such a huge turn-on for him. He was enjoying the rush of pleasure he got from submitting, she was obviously getting off on finding someone who was into the same kink, but that didn’t mean she had any actual control over him. It didn’t mean he was really losing the ability to resist, right?


Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for April 2016

May 1, 2016

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Hi all! Looks like it’s the start of a new month (and am I the only one who sees today’s date and says, “Mayday! Why, that’s the Russian New Year! We’ll have a big party…”) and that means it’s time for me to talk about last month’s stories and what I was thinking when I wrote them. Because I know you all want to know. In fact, the most common thing I hear about my writing is, “What were you thinking?!?”


(Rimshot.) Alright, let’s get underway!


You Go to My Head: This particular story came to me, as usual, from seeing the title and letting it spark an idea. In this case, it was a twofold idea. The first part was intoxication, because although I don’t personally drink or do drugs, there’s still something enticing about the idea of a drug taking away your ability to think clearly and leaving your mind all fuzzy and vulnerable. The second part was body odor–not in the “eeew, body odor!” sense, although I know that the fetish for foot and body odor frequently emphasizes how bad the smell is even as the person gets turned on by it, but in the sense that a person’s natural scent can be good and can have an effect on you. Human beings aren’t as strongly affected by pheromones as animals, especially now that we make such an effort to wash them off and cover them, but a person can have a natural body odor that isn’t unpleasant at all.

So I went with Zaina (who is Middle Eastern primarily because I want more representation in my stories, not in the “fetishize this particular ethnicity” sense but in the sense of “hey look, Middle Eastern people can be kinky and have fun being kinky!”) and her pheromones that are unusually strong, to the point where any guy who spends much time around her gets a little tipsy on her scent. Jake isn’t clear on the subject…or on anything, really, by the end…but the idea is very much that Zaina doesn’t know she can do this. She just thinks that guys are like that when they’re around a pretty woman, and she doesn’t understand why women get so upset with her just for being attractive.


Can I Trust You?: This one felt pretty seamless as it came to me; once I saw the title, I knew it was going to be a question asked by a woman to her friend regarding a secret vulnerability she had. And if you’re going to have a secret vulnerability in an erotic mind control story, it’s going to be a method of control that anyone who knows the secret can use to control you. And if you trust someone with it, then that trust is pretty much guaranteed to be misplaced on a fairly catastrophic level. And if you think you can trust someone, well, that must mean that you either have grounds to or that you think they can’t take advantage of it, or possibly both.

Which all led to “brainwashed into going mindless for cock” (which turns out to be a pretty popular thing on Tumblr, and not just among guys who wish they could make it happen) and confiding that fact to a woman with a very realistic dildo and a dominant streak she keeps well hidden. Sometimes writing is just a case of exploring the logical consequences of a simple idea.


Vicious Circles: I remember catching sight of this one and thinking that it had to be about a vicious circle, some sort of inescapable brainwashing loop where the end always fed perfectly back into the beginning like a mantra with multiple components. That then led to the idea of multiple methods of brainwashing, each one feeding into and feeding off of the others, so that it became circles within circles within circles. And that led into the idea of a story that was, itself, circular, with the end leading back to the beginning just as each component led inexorably into the next.

It wound up feeling more like a prose poem, I think, than an actual story, but I don’t believe that to be a bad thing. Certainly the only real problem I had was that I barely made word count on it, and had to fill in a few extra details on each paragraph to make it big enough. Which means that the paragraphs wound up being very big. But as long as I don’t make a habit of it…


Judas Kiss: This is one of those stories that is probably going to haunt me. Because in my head, it was very simple, just a little vignette centered on the idea of mind control transmitted by a kiss that passed along nanites or a virus or a general MacGuffin that made you all helpless, and I wanted it to start with the body so that the “villain” (another victim herself) could explain what she was being made to do to the main character. Everything around that was deliberately vagued up to lampshade the fact that it was all one big series of enormous plot kludges to let me get away with the scene I’d envisioned.

And now people want a second chapter. They want to know who’s controlling the judasware, what their goals are, how they’re passing it along, what’s going to happen to Amanda next, whether she’ll ever break free…and I have no answers. None at all. The reason these things weren’t revealed is because I’m actually an enormous fraud (just like every other writer, really) who’s tricking you into thinking there’s more to the story than there really is. All the creative things people are imagining is really their own doing, and I got nothing.

Unless inspiration strikes at some point, in which case I will claim that this blog post was all part of my Master Plan to keep my audience in the dark.


Heavy Breathing: This is one of those cases where inspiration sometimes takes you places you never intended to go. I knew the story would be about a woman waiting for an important phone call, and that she would be getting calls from a “heavy breather” who was actually the woman she was waiting to hear from who had been hypnotized to be unable to speak properly. (Which is why Holly became Holly–I needed something that started with an “H” sound.) Some of the details I filled in from general floating-around-the-Internet life; Holly knitted because Goddess knits, and she was waiting on “Hamilton” tickets because I have been hearing a metric ton about Hamilton and how amazeballs it is. Some of the details were filled in from necessity–Holly’s nearly broke because if she had a cell phone or a phone with caller ID, the story couldn’t happen, so she needed to have a janky old landline and nothing else. (Which is another reason for “Hamilton”–it needed to be a big lure, and a free ticket to a Broadway musical for someone who lives in New York City and spends 60% of her income on rent is a big lure.)

And then I needed something for her to do between calls, to keep those parts from being dull as fuck…and I thought maybe she could watch a movie. And in my mental rummage for movies, I came up with “The Hunger”, which I’d heard of but had never seen, and…suddenly the whole story changed. Because I went out and watched “The Hunger”, and I just knew that Holly and Kim acted it out all the time, and that Holly was the submissive and Kim was the dominant in that relationship, and that Kim had a secret submissive streak, and that Kim’s submissive streak led her to a hypnodomme who exploited it, and…and then the story came into this sharp, clear focus where it had been vague before, and it wrote so much better. This is why writers can get a bit superstitious about their ideas, because sometimes they really do feel like they come from outside us.


And that’s all from April–as always, though, this feature will return next month! Hope to see you a few times before then!