Archive for November, 2016

Bonus Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Weak”!

November 26, 2016

I promised a while back that the extra, bonus Early Bird stories wouldn’t stop at just one, and Thanksgiving seemed like the perfect time to thank all my Early Bird Patreon subscribers who keep giving their two dollars so generously to me week in and week out. So here’s a look at a new story that I’ll be posting later today, one which will not be going up anywhere else for three weeks! There’s literally never been a better time to be an Early Bird subscriber. LITERALLY.

This one is called “Weak” (MC MF MM MD FD), and it’s about a young man named Jack who finds the tables turned on him when he plays online with a switchy married woman. She’s uncovered a little secret of his, and she’s going to use it to satisfy her dominant and submissive sides at the same time. Here’s a taste:

…instead of responding, Britni sent an image of her own. One Jack recognized a little too well.

It was another animated loop, this one of a man. He was naked, his hands touching the base of his very well-endowed cock and gently tugging it from side to side so that it swayed in a mesmerizing motion. He seemed to be staring right at the camera, right at Jack, watching Jack watch his cock move back and forth in an endless repetition. It had a timeless quality to it–there was no obvious spot where the loop started over, so it was easy to get lost in the continuous swing.

Jack had seen it a few days ago on Britni’s blog. He’d marked it as a favorite. He’d forgotten that Britni would have gotten a notification when he did that.

“Love it,” she said, right below the picture. Jack wasn’t quite sure whether that was a description or a command. He felt suddenly exposed in a way that left him just a little bit nervous–it wasn’t that he was ashamed of being bisexual, it was just that he wasn’t really sure yet if he even was bi or not. He got turned on looking at pictures of men sometimes, especially ones like this where the guy’s cock really felt like it was the focus, but did that mean he was actually bi? Or did you have to like the whole guy for that? He’d never tried to figure it out, and he certainly wasn’t expecting to talk to someone else about it.

He tried to play it casually. “Yeah, that motion looked so hypnotic I had to remind you of it,” he said, adding a smiley-face at the end so that he could pretend it was all part of their play together. Just Britni’s fuckbuddy Jack, showing her another big thick cock to melt her mind and make her weak and helpless the way she always liked. Just part of their game. Just a long, throbbing cock, filling his chat window and drawing his attention with that endless sway as he waited for Britni to respond. Just a very impressive cock, right there in front of him. Bouncing. Left to right. Right to left.

Jack blinked rapidly, trying to shake a sudden wave of relaxation that swept over him. He wanted to focus on Britni, not on some guy she thought was cute. He tried to think of what he was going to say next to her. He needed something that would get her feeling nicely submissive, something that would draw her attention to that cock and get her lost in it. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist long once he got her thinking about cocks. She was always telling him how hypnotic they were–

And then her next message popped up. Jack’s eyes locked onto it like a deer in the headlights. “Yeah, just look at it going back and forth… back and forth…”

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Yes (Means It’s Hard to Say No)”!

November 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–“Lips of an Angel”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Yes (Means It’s Hard to Say No)”! (MC)

This is another of my pure induction pieces, intended as a hypnotic monologue from a hypnotist to a subject. As always, if you feel uncomfortable with something intended to induce a trance, you should probably avoid this story, and if you’re uncomfortable with suggestions of induced orgasm and increased suggestibility in future, you should also probably skip this one. But I think I know my audience pretty well, and I suspect a lot of people will want to read this…or to read it to someone they love. Here’s a taste:

“I’d like to talk to you for a little while about the word ‘yes’. It’s my favorite word in the English language and if you take a little time with me to think about it, I’m sure it’s going to become one of your favorite words, too. Because when you think about it, ‘yes’ has so many wonderful associations. It’s positive, it’s friendly, and it expresses agreement with a world of possibilities. It’s comfort and acceptance reduced down to its essence, a single word that says all those positive things at once. Just take a moment as I pause and let your lips form the word, and think about how good it feels. It’s nice to say yes. Isn’t it?

“It really is. Your mouth just naturally seems to smile when you say the word ‘yes’. Your whole mind seems to smile when you hear yourself say it. When you’re talking with someone and they’re so happy to see you and you’re happy to see them, the two of you just seem to resonate perfectly with one another every time one of you says it. That ‘yes’ feels so warm and immediate that it comes out almost without even thinking. You love to feel that sense of kinship, don’t you?

Hope you enjoy it!

Long-Distance Aftercare

November 20, 2016

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A lot gets written about aftercare in D/s relationships, and while I do think that hypnoplay maybe has a slightly stronger requirement for aftercare (because trance enhances intimacy so quickly) I don’t think there’s anything different about the aftercare requirements. So I haven’t spoken to it so much, because I’m not telling you anything other places won’t tell you.

But I do think that one of the ways that hypnosis lends itself to D/s very readily is in long-distance relationships. It’s one of the kinks that is most easily done over voice or text, and so you get a lot of hypno-fetishists playing from thousands of miles away. Which means that it may be worth talking about what aftercare means when you can’t touch the other person.

For those unfamiliar with it, aftercare is best described as the process of reconnecting, emotionally, with your partner after a very intense scene to prevent them from being overwhelmed by the emotions stirred up by that scene. In physical space, it frequently involves lots of cuddling, praise and compliments for the way that each person fulfilled their role in the scene, some form of milder sensory experience to allow everyone to exit subspace/domspace at their own pace, and often food and/or drink as needed to replenish depleted physical reserves. Basically, you’re reconnecting your roles as people after going very hard into roles as tops and bottoms.

Some of this, obviously, is not possible when you’re on text or voice. You can’t do cuddling, you can’t eat comfort food together and watch ‘Buffy’, and you can’t wrap one another up in blankets and go non-verbal. But there’s a lot you can do. Here’s my advice for how to handle aftercare when you’re not in the same physical space.

  1. Definitely compliment your partner. Everyone has, to one degree or another, a lurch into confusion and uncertainty when they come out of scenes. Tops need to hear that the bottom isn’t ashamed or resentful of their submission; bottoms need to hear that their top is proud of them and that they performed well. Feedback is good here, so long as it comes from a place of affection and kindness–it’s definitely okay to say “I loved this”, it’s definitely okay to say “the scene went kind of wobbly for a moment here because of this reaction that I don’t anticipate”, it’s probably not so good to say, “What the FUCK, dude?” (As an aside: Aftercare after safewording is even more important. A scene sometimes ends with a safeword. From either end. You don’t sulk or pout, you deliver aftercare and talk it over from that place of comfort and love.)
  2. Talk about silly things. Because you can’t convey that “undemanding, mild sensory experience” through touch, it’s very good to keep the conversation light and inconsequential as a way of allowing people to reorient themselves at their own speed. This is a good time to talk about your favorite TV shows, discuss what your adorable pet did that morning, or just get giggly about Internet memes. It’s probably a less good time to jump in with politics, your impending awareness of your own mortality, or the really shitty news you got that morning about your aunt’s medical situation. Not because those things are bad or shameful to discuss, but just because the other person might not be ready to be hit with them.
  3. Use lots of affectionate language and/or tones. Even if you can’t physically wrap your arms around another person and hold them, you can get the idea of that across. Speak in a loving tone to them if you’re on voice, liberally pepper “**cuddles**” into your texts, remind them that you’re sharing an emotional space even if not a physical one. These are important things that shouldn’t be undervalued. You can get a lot of comfort out of just the way the person on the other end of the phone says, “Hi,” on coming out of trance.
  4. Aftercare isn’t just for the bottom. This one is for physical space too. The classic image is of a teary, bruised sub being wrapped up in a silk sheet and cuddled by the top who says they performed perfectly, and to some extent that’s because aftercare for the top can be simply to cuddle and be soft where the scene required them to be hard. But bottoms can’t just shut down and go non-verbal after a scene ends, especially not in phone or text. If your top is giving you care, you need to show them that the care is appreciated and that you understand that the caring person they’re being right now is their real self. That’s vital.

The most important thing is simply not to neglect aftercare. Check in with the other person after a scene, make sure they’re okay, and let them know that your experience with them was good. It helps them, and it helps you too. You might not be able to touch them, but that doesn’t mean they won’t feel touched.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “The Kind of Girl I Could Love”!

November 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–“Quiet Time”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “The Kind of Girl I Could Love”! (MC FF RB)

Melinda is one of the rarest of customers as far as the Girls(TM) are concerned…a dissatisfied one. She sent back her first Girl(TM), and her second is faced with the challenge of finding out what would make someone unhappy with a sex toy with inhuman skills in the art of seduction. Here’s a taste:

Melinda went over to the bed, but didn’t sit down. “Did they…tell you what happened?” she asked, hearing a note of trepidation in her own voice that she wished she could get rid of. Part of her wondered if this wasn’t all a big mistake–judging by the way her stomach butterflies were doing barrel rolls, it was almost certainly a big mistake. But Melinda was determined to give it at least one more try. She owed herself one more try.

The Girl cocked her head for a moment, looking strangely confused as she accessed what Melinda assumed was a customer database. There was something almost endearingly human about the way she stared into space, her eyes filled with gray static, appearing for all the world as if she was lost in thought. But at the same time it frustrated Melinda to no end. She couldn’t be that fucking weird, could she? Did they really have to treat her like some kind of strange, exotic perversity outside the realm of even the human race’s official emissaries to the world of deviance? Melinda suddenly wanted to slap the hell out of her new Girl, but she controlled herself.

The Girl’s eyes came back into focus, once again resuming their regular slow shift of colors from red to violet and violet to blue. “There aren’t a lot of details,” she said, “but…you returned your Girl(tm)?” She sounded almost hurt by the idea. “You said she was malfunctioning?”

Melinda drew her arms in, crossing them without meaning to. She knew the Girl wasn’t accusing her; nonetheless, it felt like she was being asked to justify her decision. “She was malfunctioning!” Melinda said, feeling her body wind up with nervous tension as she spoke. “She wouldn’t listen. She told me that she knew what I wanted, and…” Melinda’s throat closed up. Speech suddenly felt like an impossibility. She needed to run, to hide, to curl up in a little ball in a secret place and make the world go away–

Instead, she walked quickly out of the room and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of herbal tea. She stood next to the stove as the teakettle boiled, taking slow, deep breaths until she heard the whistle of escaping steam. She poured the hot water into the cup, added an unhealthy amount of sugar, and splashed some milk into it with hands that were still a little less steady than she liked. Only when she had drained the entire cup did she go back into the bedroom.

Hope you enjoy it!

Process Kink and Outcome Kink

November 13, 2016

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Something I’ve noticed, as I continue to explore my hypnosis kink from both sides of the watch, is that there’s definitely a distinct difference in emphasis even among people who have hardcore hypnosis fetishes in common. You can wind up with two very different types of play depending on which side of the divide you fall on, and I do think it’s important to know which you are so that you can know what you want. (Want to do, or want to have done to you.)

The first type, I’m calling “outcome fetishists”. These are people whose kink involves using hypnosis to enhance the power exchange of BDSM in order to make real, concrete changes in the submissive’s personality and lifestyle. For the dominant, the kink is in watching the submissive become literally transformed by the use of their power, and for the submissive, the kink is in the ongoing realization that they are powerless to resist a very real and permanent change in their behavior. (This doesn’t mean that the dominant is pushing the submissive’s limits–it’s a change they agreed to, even if it’s one they didn’t think they would be capable of at the start of the relationship.)

This is generally a very permanent transformation, or at least as permanent as the practicalities of life allow, and can be anything from “housewife” to “bimbo” to “cuckold/cuckquean” fetishes. The general idea is that the submissive comes to live their new persona through hypnosis, and connects with their original self through hypnosis as well when needed. (Let’s face it, no matter how sexy it sounds to imagine ‘forgetting’ how to wear clothes, you have to remember when your parents come to visit.)

I’ll admit, this isn’t my kink–in general, I like who I am and I like the people I’m with, and there’s very little I want to change about them. But it’s important to recognize that some people genuinely want to see this happen to them–it’s like becoming a fantasy, living it as much and as deeply as they can–and that as long as the kink is practiced consensually, it’s no stranger than any other BDSM relationship.

The second type, which I do class myself as, are “process fetishists”. To them…okay, to us…the actual experience of hypnosis is the hot part. Any kind of permanent changes or control only matters as a way of demonstrating the material existence of hypnotic effects. That is, a freeze trigger isn’t hot to us because we like to freeze people or be frozen (although we can certainly see the benefits). It’s hot because it shows that the control of the hypnotist is stronger than the desire of the subject to move. It’s a tangible reminder that yes, we are hypnotized and controlled, and that the control can be exerted at any time.

The trance itself is usually the most erotic part of this kink (sub-kink?) It’s where the submissive feels most naturally controlled and helpless, and where the dominant gets to exert the most influence and power. Post-hypnotic suggestions and triggers are mainly there to demonstrate control, and in general the submissive has very little actually done to their mind. They don’t need to. The heat comes from the potential for control, not the actuality of it. Knowing that you’re helpless to resist a hypnotic suggestion is sexy even when the demonstration of it is something as minor as typing “I obey” into a chat window.

Again, I think that everyone should be aware of these differences, because I do think that a dominant who wants to transform their sub into an eager house-slave is going to have a lot of problems hypnotizing someone who prioritizes trance very heavily and isn’t interested in doing housework, even if the circumstances lend themselves to that kind of lifestyle power exchange. Likewise, a hypnotist who “just” trances a hardcore outcome submissive is going to find their sub responding far more deeply to suggestions than anticipated, possibly to an unnerving degree. As with all other kink, communication is key.

I hope this helps you find a little bit more of what you’re looking for from hypnokink–after all, hypnosis is one of those fetishes that gives you more the longer you do it, so having a partner who wants what you want over an extended period is going to give you both a better experience. And who doesn’t want that?

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Lips of an Angel”!

November 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–“The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Lips of an Angel”! (MC FF CB)

It’s been a while since I’ve checked in on WildRose and Sharpe, and it turns out they’re involved in tracking down a fugitive who operates in the gray area between “thief” and “vigilante”, the Dirty Angel! But it turns out that when a thief/vigilante gets mixed up with an unscrupulous genetic research corporation, the result may well be too much for two lesbian superheroes to handle. Here’s a taste:

The figure stopped as it reached its destination. Quietly, it removed a set of tools from a low-slung utility belt and unlocked first one drawer, then another. Only the tiniest of clicks betrayed the action. A moment later, there was another tiny click and a beam of light broke the darkness, sweeping over one document after another, looking for something that the silent figure knew must be there…

The lights came on. “That’s, um…that’s a new look for you,” WildRose said, breaking the silence with a sentence she was already mentally reeling back into her mouth. She was hoping for something a little more intimidating for her opening line, maybe something kind of cute and witty like ‘Even Angels fall when I’m done with them,’ but as always, her mouth was moving just a little bit faster than her brain and she said the first thing that popped into her head.

The woman she was waiting for spun around, an expression of shock on her face. Her close-cropped dark hair made her gray eyes look even wider as she stared at WildRose in wary confusion. She tensed her body, the metal claws at her fingertips glinting as they popped out from her dark grey gloves. She wore a top that matched the gloves, chosen to blend into the shadows, with only a light gray halo and wings stenciled over the chest to break up the uniformity of the outfit. Her boots were gray, even her utility belt was gray…

But she wasn’t wearing any pants.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for October 2016

November 6, 2016

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It’s the beginning of the month again, so I’m going to take a post to look back over the stories of October and see what brought them into being. Let’s get started, shall we?

Voyeur: I don’t generally do much cuckold or cuckquean fiction; it’s not really my thing, and I tend to write less about kinks that are not my own. But when I saw the song title, I had a very immediate mental image of someone watching two people have sex while being frozen in place and unable to participate, and it was vivid enough that I knew I had to write it. Which brings us into cuckquean territory.

But I’m not really into…no, actually let’s invert that. I’m really not into humiliation. So I didn’t want there to be an actual Evil Mind Controller in this, debasing and humiliating Mae by stealing her husband and making her watch. That’s not sexy to me, it’s just mean. But luckily, any problem in a mind control story can always be solved with more mind control, so the whole thing became a scenario that Veronica, Reed and Mae all consented to including Mae and Reed’s temporary amnesia about it all. And all’s well that ends well, to quote the entirely wrong Shakespeare play for this situation!

Eyes Wide Open: The old “I bet you can’t hypnotize me” scenario is a great launching point for a number of different storytelling scenarios, which is weird because we all know the beginning and we all know the end. (I guess getting there really is half the fun!) In this case, when I saw the song title, I went back to that scenario because one of the minor-key tropes of this kind of story is always that the hypnotist out-and-out warns the victim that they’re not going to like the consequences if they keep going, but the victim does anyway.

So I decided to take that minor theme and make it a central one, with Darcy actually turning the disclaimers about hypnosis into a stealth induction that flew under Lia’s defenses because she was expecting a formal “look into my eyes” hypnosis attempt (because while stealth inductions are totally unethical and immoral in real life, they’re fucking hot in stories). When I started writing it out, I worked on the logic that Lia’s reactions would always be a paragraph or two behind Darcy’s words, because she’s focused on them without really realizing she’s focused on them…so it was almost a surprise to me when I realized I’d written a perfect trigger (Lia’s response to “look into my eyes”) without even noticing.

And of course, because I’m not big on humiliation, Lia didn’t have to do the Walk of Shame through the sorority house. And of course of course, because I am very big on serial recruitment, there had to be at least a suggestion that Lia and Darcy would be playing this scenario out again.

Necrophobic: I love heavy metal titles. They’re so much fun to twist and pervert in all sorts of silly ways. This one was by Slayer, and starts, “Strangulation, mutilation, cancer of the brain…” I feel profoundly like anyone writing something that grimdark deserves the piss taken out of them at least a little.

So I took the word and imagined it being applied in the same sense as “homophobic” or “transphobic”, and pictured a world where vampires were coming out of the closet and admitting that yes, they drink blood but it doesn’t make them bad people. Yearly viewings of a video produced by a Human Resources department about tolerance and diversity made a workplace setting seem like a good idea, and as with all vampkink stories, the emphasis is on the hypnosis and biting as much as the sex. (Oh, and I’m very proud of the term “chalice of immortality” to describe a vampire’s victim.)

Pressure: I’ve had this one lurking in the back of my head for probably a good six or seven years now, always just behind another story or two or three in the priority list. But I always knew how it would go–it drew its inspiration from Season Three of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, where she had to confront a vampire without her Slayer strength, but instead of vampires it was always going to be evil mind controllers. And I knew that the heroine would feel this intense, ever-increasing pressure to obey, and that she’d have a moment of transcendent relief when she realized that she could finally get rid of the pressure by not fighting it anymore. After that, it was just a matter of the hard work of writing it out. (Which took six or seven years to get to. Never doubt that 99% of this job is just making yourself sit in the goddamn chair and write even when you don’t feel like it.)

I’m a Slave 4 U: I have a love/hate relationship with textspeak in titles. On the one hand, I can never actually just participate in the mutually agreed on pretense that “4 U” is the same thing as “for you”, just quirkily spelled. If I’m going to write a story where there’s a misspelling in the title, it has to be deliberate and for a purpose. On the other hand, if I can find a purpose for that misspelling, it’s very easy to let that story hook drive the writing process and propel it to a finished draft pretty quickly.

In this case, I imagined “4U” as an identity code for a slave, and I pictured someone getting a text message that activated their hidden personality with that identity code. From there, it moved to “Why are they being activated?”, which became a sort of day in the life of a perfect slave, with the perfect slavery shown and not just told through the use of the present tense to display their constantly shifting sense of identity and priorities. The fact that it was a serial recruitment and table-turning fantasy was just icing on the cake.

Now I just have to tell myself not to do sequels like “I Would Die 4 U”, “Go Stupid 4 U”, “Even the Stars Fall 4 U”…


Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Quiet Time”!

November 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–“Already There”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. And even though Simon’s taking a well-deserved break, it’ll also be up at Literotica and FetLife. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Quiet Time”! (MC MF MD)

Kirsten is a woman under a lot of stress. Her job is in perpetual crunch time, and she’s never able to really relax. Except for her time with Thomas. He knows just how to quiet the frantic babble of nerves…and although Kirsten knows he’s using that to condition her to obedience, somehow it all seems worth it for a little quiet time. Here’s a taste:

“Please, sir,” Kirsten whimpered, the words escaping her lips before she was even aware of them. She didn’t know if Thomas thought she was excited by his touch, or if he understood just how badly she needed to make everything go away for a bit, and she didn’t care. She needed him. Now. She’d tried meditation, relaxation tapes, therapists and sedatives–none of it worked the way this did.

He looked up at her, and he must have seen the exhaustion in her eyes because his expression was one of concern. “Did you really think I wouldn’t?” he asked her. He didn’t sound like he was teasing this time. Sometimes he did tease her, his eyes twinkling and his smile crooked as he dropped just the slightest hint that maybe this time she wasn’t quite respectful enough to deserve a session with him. He never teased for long, though. He didn’t need to.

“N-no, sir,” she said, unable to raise her voice above a respectful murmur in his presence. The last thing she wanted was to offend him, even by accident. She had nightmares about it, tangled dreams of the door to his apartment slamming in her face and leaving her standing naked in the hallway. She sometimes wondered if addicts dreamed about their pushers the same way. “I just…everything’s so loud in my head, sir. Can we please begin? Sir?”

Thomas must have noticed the stress radiating off of her in waves, because he said, “Of course we can. You’ve been a very good girl, Kirsten, and you deserve a little Quiet Time.”

The second she heard the words, Kirsten’s shoulders slumped. Her eyes went unfocused, losing their hunted look and becoming soft and vacant. Her body became loose, not quite limp enough to stumble or fall but easily relaxed enough to be pliable. And her mind, her blessed mind…

Thoughts of the project went away. The presentations to uncaring, unthinking managers faded into blissful silence. Stress and frustration melted into soft, pink, sticky pleasure that coated her mind and left her deliriously blank. Deadlines faded to the back of her head, banished like angry poltergeists. Kirsten lost track of them all as the slow blanket of peace and quiet settled over her lazy brain and she remembered just how easy it was to let go for Thomas.

Hope you enjoy it!