Archive for December, 2016

Bonus Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Passenger”!

December 31, 2016

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As we come up to the end of the year, I’ve decided to post another Bonus Early Bird Reward story. This brings the total to three, so that means that my Early Bird Patrons are now getting my work a full month in advance of anyone else. It’s important to me that the Early Bird folks get some bang for that eight bucks a month, and I hope that this helps show all of you who give a little more generously that I deeply appreciate you and your support. I couldn’t do this without you.

Where do we go from here? Well, I’m toying with some ideas to really improve my Patreon rewards, but those ideas involve spending time, effort and money and so I’ve kind of got to work my way up to them. To keep up even my current Early Bird system involves having a month of backlogged stories, and to do something more ambitious (he says, vagueblogging) will require having a lot more than that. And there’s no way to do that except write a lot in the time I have. So just watch this space.

Speaking of, yes! “Passenger”! It’s a hypnotic monologue from a Master to a submissive, written for a long bus ride with nothing to do. (May have been inspired by actual events.) Here’s a taste:

“It’s time to sink for me again, pet. You don’t need to close your eyes; we both know that you’re very good at relaxing for me with them open. Just let yourself watch your phone, and focus all of your attention on my words and my hypnotic voice as you allow yourself to find a comfortable position in your seat. If you need to shift at any time to become more relaxed, you’ll find that you can do so easily and effortlessly without needing to pay any attention to what you’re doing. Right now, you don’t need to think about your surroundings at all. Just listen to my voice and let everything else go.

“And you’ll find, as you do so, that you stop really seeing what’s in front of you. Your phone is still there, the display still shows this file playing as you let your eyes go glassy and unfocused and direct your attention to my words, but you’re not really looking at it. There may be a progress bar, or a counter showing how long you’ve been listening, but those aren’t really important right now. If you happen to notice them, you’ll realize that they’re measuring your slow, steady, peaceful descent into trance. But the more you listen, the less you’ll notice anything at all.

“Because what your mind sees is far more important than what your eyes see. Your imagination is so strong that you can very easily paint a picture in your mind at my direction, and that picture becomes real to you so effortlessly that before long, the only thing you’re really looking at is the mental image and not the physical reality. If I tell you to imagine a soft, slow, swirling spiral that draws in all of your attention…a spinning disc of black on white on black on white, teasing and tangling your vision no matter how hard you try to follow the lines as they curl in on each other and around each other as they twist and twine all the way down to the center…well, you can already see it, pet. It’s more real to you than the phone in front of you.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Golden Slumbers”!

December 29, 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–“Delirious”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Golden Slumbers”! (MC MF MD)

Lillian knows she’s taking a dreadful risk, visiting a noted libertine and sybarite like Alexander. But she saw him with a woman, a woman that seemed lost in what her friends called “his golden slumbers”, and she just has to know why…

Here’s a taste:

Lillian took another swallow of tea, plucking up her courage to speak. “There was a woman. The other evening, I mean. Here at your house.”

“Well, yes,” Alexander said, favoring her with a devilish grin. “That’s rather the other grand thing about having a ruined reputation.” He must have seen the look of sudden fear in her eyes, for his expression softened a bit. “Which woman were you thinking of?” he said, a bit more gently.

“Her–her name was Clara,” Lillian said, her voice barely a squeak. “She came into the room about an hour after we began playing, during the third hand of whist. She was wearing…” Lillian felt her face growing red and hot all over again, and she felt certain that Alexander must think her to be some new species of ambulatory beet by now. “She was wearing only her chemise, and she seemed dreadfully confused. You stepped away from the game for a moment to guide her back to her room…”

Alexander nodded. “Yes, I remember. I’m sure I was gone rather longer than a good host should be.” He smirked, clearly unable to resist the urge to provoke her blushes. “Was that why you returned? Did you require an apology?”

Lillian couldn’t reply–she seemed to have swallowed all her words for a moment. Instead, she tried to convey, with a gesture and a slight shake of her head, her lack of offense. She took another gulp of her tea, grateful for the pause it provided, as her mind returned unbidden to the strange scene she had witnessed that night.

Hope you enjoy it!

Holiday Wishes

December 25, 2016

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It’s Christmas Day as I write this. I’ve tiptoed gently away from the family, having opened presents and eaten together and done some quality celebration. There’s more coming of course–we’re doing Christmas dinner in the fine tradition I started as a lazy college student by getting Chinese food, and we’ve got a Doctor Who Christmas special to watch. It’s a good day.

I mostly just wanted to say that I hope your day is good, too. I hope you have someone special to share it with, whether that’s a family you were born into or one you created yourself out of people who care about you and love you the same way you love them. I hope you have love in your heart for the person you are, and that you’re able to find value and meaning within yourself. Everyone has that value. It cannot be borrowed, begged, bought, bartered or stolen. I hope you never try to take it at someone else’s expense, building yourself up by tearing them down. I hope you see how much better it is to help them shine so they can help you right back.

I hope you have enough to eat, I hope you have a place to sleep. It’s easy to forget that those things come first. I hope you are looking forward to a new year and not regretting the one that passed. We’ve all got our sorrows, but the past never holds any solutions. You might find answers there, but the only place to apply them is in our tomorrows. I hope you’re ready to face yours.

I hope you have people who support you. I’ve been extraordinarily lucky to find folks who are willing to support me, as a writer and a person, and I’m thankful for you all. I hope that continues for all of us in the coming year. This may be a period that brings us rough waters before the smooth, and the best thing we can do is help each other swim.

And yes, because this is a blog about erotic hypnosis and mind control, I hope you find chances to enjoy pleasure where you can. Whatever your kink, whoever you can share it with in the spirit of consent and mutual desire, I hope that you get to indulge in your fantasies until you’re weary with joy. Anything that makes people happy without making anyone sad has to be a good thing.

Happy Holidays, everyone. Whatever you celebrate, whatever you love, whatever brings you joy and hurts no one in the coming year. I wish you the best in all of it.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Entangled”!

December 22, 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–“Joyride”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Entangled”! (MC MF MD)

Ellen’s having a little problem–she just can’t seem to get out of bed. It’s not that she’s sleepy…she literally can’t get out of bed. Somehow the covers have tied her up while she slept, a fact that her boyfriend Joe seems very happy to take advantage of. Here’s a taste:

“Ellen?” Joe asked. Her eyes flew open again, and she turned onto her back again. “You sure you’re up for this?”

Ellen sat up. Her arm had become entangled in the bedding again, and she realized she was rolled up in the covers like a human burrito. She’d apparently done a lot of tossing and turning for someone who felt like they’d apparently slept like the dead. “Oh, yeah, fine!” she said, realizing she was once again sounding unnaturally bright and cheerful. “I’m totally good. I just need to lever myself out of bed and dunk myself under the shower, and I’ll be up for whatever.” She rolled over back the way she’d come, trying to unwind the bedspread from around her arms.

Joe sat down on the bed. “You don’t, um, need a little help there?” He looked more than a little amused at watching her wriggle around on the bed like an inchworm. “Because you look kind of stuck.”

“Nope, I’m good,” Ellen said, shimmying her shoulders from side to side. “Just need to get my arms free, is all, and then I can unwind it all myself. I just…erff…just kind of slept funny, is all.” She scooted upwards along the bed until the covers slowly bunched their way down her body. “I warned you I like lots of blankets, didn’t I?”

Hope you enjoy it!

Randomly Me

December 18, 2016

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With Charmed coming up, I confess that I’ve been doing a little bit of thinking about the way that some of the stuff I’ve talked about over the last year or so might impact my first social kink event in a few years. It’s been an eventful time (which is, of course, part of the reason I haven’t been to a kink event in a few years) and I find myself wondering if the changes I’ve talked about are going to be affecting my experience. And if so, how?

I definitely think I’ve become more engaged with the hypno-kink community over the last year or so. It used to be that I was very content to allow Goddess to be my ambassador to interacting with others in large groups, because I’m both shy and introverted and She’s outgoing and extroverted, and so I kind of hung back and let Her be the talkative one who engaged initially until I got more comfortable. But She doesn’t have that kind of energy anymore on a regular basis, which means I’m more and more having to step up and engage with people even when I’m feeling nervous about it. And as I do so, and as I get welcomed by more and more people…well, I’m not going to say “those feelings go away”, because that’s not really how anxiety works, but I feel better equipped to handle it.

Which is good, because…well, I’m finding myself more and more wanting to play at the con. I’ve discovered I’m switchier than I initially believed, I’ve discovered I’m a better hypnotist than I thought I was, I’ve discovered I’m bi–these are all things that I want to explore with willing partners, which is something that wasn’t nearly as important to me last time I was at an event. Goddess has been really wonderful and supportive in letting me explore these things; right now She doesn’t have as much energy as She wants for things like kink, and I think it makes Her feel a little bit better if I’m able to play with others.

All that said, I’m still shy and introverted, and I’m exploring things that are new to me. I feel like I need a surprising amount of reassurance to avoid top drop; I’m often worried that I pushed someone’s boundaries or limits without realizing it, and they’re just too polite or nervous to say so. It’s something I’m trying to work on while acknowledging the fact that being too concerned with the thoughts and feelings of my partner isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

And being bi…I feel like I’m right back to square one in my BDSM experience. I have performance anxiety, I’m terrified at the thought of topping, I have no idea how to ask for what I want–I don’t know if Charmed is going to be the place for anything to happen in that regard. Still, I’ve surprised myself at kink events before. (My rules at my first Dark Odyssey included “no nudity in front of others” and “no play in front of others”, and I voluntarily rescinded both by the end of the first night.)

Reading this, I kind of feel like it’s a confession that I’m a little bit of a mess right now. But I think that everyone’s at least a little bit of a mess when it comes to kink sometimes, and hopefully the process of working out some of that messiness will include, at least at Charmed, some positive kinky experiences that I can take away happy memories from. I guess we’ll see how it all goes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Red Head Vs the Pretty Red Bracelet”!

December 15, 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–“Weak”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Red Head Vs the Pretty Red Bracelet”! (MC MF MD)

After a while playing with Ken, Chelle’s about to try a new hypnosis trick–anchoring. She’s got a pretty red bracelet, and he’s got a way to make her feel when she puts it on. How long can she resist? How long does she even want to? Here’s a taste:

“…going to feel so good when you put it on, pet,” Ken said. Chelle realized she had spent quite a bit of time just staring at the bracelet, rolling it over and over between her fingers and drifting off into reminiscence while his words slipped into the back of her mind. Because he was using his hypno-voice in earnest now, and her unconscious self always took that as permission to start going a little bit hazy. She tried to remember what he was just saying, but the details were just so vague and unimportant that she let it go and simply listened to him speak.

“You’re going to enjoy that feeling, that warm embrace around your wrist that holds you snug and safe in my will,” he continued. “Go ahead and put the bracelet on, pet. Hold your arm straight out and slip it on, and let yourself focus on the sensations as you do so.”

Chelle was almost surprised by how muzzy her voice sounded when she said, “Okay.” She didn’t feel that hypnotized, not yet. She was a little spacey, sure, but she didn’t think she was really deep or anything. Ken hadn’t even done an induction yet. He’d just used that voice, the one that she loved to…to sink into trance for, the one that he always used when he hypnotized her. The one that reminded her of all the times she went under before, like little echoes in the back of her mind, softening her will and making her so peaceful and obedient…

Chelle held her arm straight out and slipped the bracelet on. It was a little tricky because her eyes were having a hard time staying open.

Hope you enjoy it!

An Update on the ‘Charmed’ GoFundMe

December 11, 2016

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At this point, with a month remaining before Charmed 2017 (give or take a couple of days), I feel like I should update everyone on the progress of our GoFundMe campaign to get us to Charmed. At this point, we’ve raised a little over $450 toward our goal of $1010, which is due to the wonderful generosity of some really amazing people and I’m very very thankful to each and every one of you who has given. THANK YOU!

That turned out to be enough, thanks to some clever hunting of travel websites by Goddess, to book our plane tickets. We got a much better deal than I was expecting, and I’m grateful for that as well. (I’d thank Kayak, but I don’t know if they read this blog.) In order to avoid the risk of not being able to obtain memberships (the con doesn’t promise they’ll be available after December 20, due to space limitations) I went ahead and used my Patreon money for this month to buy our memberships. So even though we haven’t raised our goal money, the GoFundMe campaign did its work and we’re going to the con!

Now, that said, we can still use some help. That monthly Patreon money usually goes to things like groceries, utility bills, and generally filling little holes in the household budget. Spending $170 of it on con memberships probably won’t break us, but if you’re wondering if it’s still worth it to donate now that we’re officially on our way, the answer is very much yes.

(And of course, there are still rewards to consider. I don’t think a month goes by without someone asking me, “Do you accept commissions?” or “Do you take requests?” The answer in this case is definitely going to be ‘yes’, at least if you pitch in to this campaign, and I’m not promising it will come around again for non-Patrons. This is seriously worth thinking about, folks who have a particular fetish or fantasy they want to see immortalized.)

But all that is overshadowed, to me, by the good news. We’re going to be seeing some of you in person in a month or so. There will be some fun times to be had. I’ll be spending time on Tumblr and Twitter and here in this blog discussing the con for those who couldn’t make it. And for that, I really do want to thank everyone who helped. Thank you. Again.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Delirious”!

December 8, 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–“Yes (Means It’s Hard to Say No)”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Delirious”! (MC FF)

Back in 2011, I posted a story called “Fever”, about a mad scientist who turned her frenemy into Patient Zero for a mind-control plague. This week, you’ll get to see what it’s like for at least one person living through that mind-control plague, Bobbi. She’s doing her best to avoid becoming infected by Claudia Burkitt’s brand of brainwashing, but it’s about to get a whole lot harder…

Bobbi maneuvered the cart into her apartment building, then carefully and quietly wheeled it to the elevator. The whole time, she kept an eye out for her neighbors–anyone walking around these days when they didn’t have to was immediately a subject of suspicion. The only people who weren’t concerned with being infected were people who’d already been infected. To them, it was everyone else who seemed paranoid about not being brainwashed to worship a crazy scientist from Silicon Valley and her mind-control virus. Bobbi shuddered again, trying to tamp down her rising sense of panic at being out in the open. She glared at the elevator as if she could bring it down to the lobby through sheer force of will.

It was only when Bobbi got into the elevator and the doors closed that she was able to relax a little and take a look at her haul. It was a little pathetic, barely half as much as last time–the canned food would last them a while, but Bobbi could only find a few pallets of bottled water and neither she nor Rosalie trusted the water supply after Boston. They’d have to make it last as long as they could, though. Bobbi wasn’t quite to the point where she was willing to accept permanent submission to a crazy-pants lady halfway across the country just to be able to shower, but she was getting close. She just hoped that Rosalie had done better.

Bobbi made the trip back to her apartment with a little less trepidation. Up here, the odds of bumping into a stranger weren’t so bad, and it was only a short distance to her own door. Once she and Rosalie got inside, they could put the chain on–nobody trusted locks anymore, not since hearing about the landlord in Idaho who got infected and used his master key to take over the whole building in one night, but a chain was at least some security. If they got through that, they would probably get through any other barricade two college students could put up.

Not that Bobbi was depressingly aware of the futility of the whole mess or anything.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for November 2016

December 4, 2016

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And, as it is a new month, it’s time for a new set of Liner Notes! Every month, I try to get into the creation of each story just a little bit and talk about what made me write each of these stories. Let’s get started, shall we?

Already There: When I saw this title, it sparked an idea based on one of the great truths of hypnotism…all hypnosis is self-hypnosis. It’s genuinely true. A lot of the time, the induction really isn’t even necessary with an experienced (or in this case, particularly eager) subject; they bring themselves into a trance state with very little guidance needed from the operator.

Which translated into the story of a budding hypnokinkster getting so excited by the chance to live out their fantasies that they’re about 99.999% hypnotized before the operator even has a chance to start the induction. The only real question I had was whether to make it red, green, cyan or yellow, and I settled on green pretty quickly for no other reason than I hadn’t done a green story in a while and I like dominant women.

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning: Part of me always knew this story was going to happen. When I wrote “The End Is the Beginning Is the End”, way back in 2010 or so (it was published in 2011, but I had a long backlog back then) I was already aware that the Smashing Pumpkins had written two songs with virtually identical titles. I chose the latter as the title for the first story, but I always thought it should be paired with something else. I just didn’t know what or when it would be.

But people have talked enough about wanting to see sequels to just about everything I’ve written that I went back over my old works, looking for things I could reasonably come up with interesting continuations of, and this one came up because of the other title. And it occurred to me that it would be interesting to invert the original story; instead of being woken up at the end of each loop, the person is being induced. And since the twist couldn’t just be that they didn’t know it was a loop, I decided that the induction trigger at the end would be disguised as a waking trigger, so that the reader wasn’t aware the first time through that the narrator was in trance. I think it came out well, although some people complained that it seemed a bit disjointed due to the tranced-out narrator.

Quiet Time: I don’t think I’m alone in saying that one of the genuine benefits of trance as a kink is that it shuts down your brain. A lot of geeky kinky people, including me, have a problem with a restless brain, and there’s something very comforting about finding a way to shut off that stream of constant mental chatter and just live in the peace and quiet for a bit. Especially when you’re feeling particularly anxious about something, which can happen to all of us in the current climate.

So this story originated out of that occasional craving for trance just as a way to shut up the inner narrator, and all I really did was amp it up to eleven and use it as a means of addicting someone to hypnosis just for the sheer bliss of blankness. I’m very happy with the sudden span of wordlessness in the story; it’s not something I’d try often, but I really think it worked here to convey the depth of the trance involved.

Lips of an Angel: Boy, have I had this one in my head for a while. The original song got tons of airplay for years, to the point where it was probably just as prevalent in 2010 as it was in 2005, and I really couldn’t stand it. I thought it was a smarmy glorification of emotional infidelity, with the narrator basically concern-trolling himself over his ex, and it irked me every time I heard it. So naturally, my brain started reflexively turning it into a story, and naturally that story did as much to pervert the meaning of the title (literally and figuratively) as possible.

So “lips” became a different set of lips, and “angel” became an actual person, and the whole thing became a WildRose/Sharpe story because I wanted to amp the whole thing way up and comic books are great for that. But I had a long stretch of not writing, and I try not to do too many superhero stories so people don’t get sick of them, and there are a lot of superheroes to write about, and so it wasn’t until someone out-and-out said, “Here’s my Patreon money, write a WildRose/Sharpe story” that I decided it was time to quit beating around the bush and do it.

And that’s another month in the books. Join me next week for another blog entry and next month for another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Joyride”!

December 1, 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 Kind of Girl I Could Love”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Joyride”! (MC FF MD)

Odetta’s body isn’t listening to her anymore. It’s under the control of Darren, a body-hopping hitch-hiker who’s decided he wants to take her out for a spin. He’s decided he wants to experience lesbian sex, and Odetta is stuck along for the ride. Here’s a taste:

Oh, I’m just taking you out for a little spin, Darren said. He sounded like the memory of a voice she’d never actually heard. My boys are keeping me safe for a while so I can have a little joyride in you. Odetta’s hands roamed over her hips, her buttocks, her breasts, touching herself through her clothes with a casual intimacy that she didn’t feel. And damn, it’s gonna be good. Say what you want about black girls, but motherfuck, you are juicy! Not crazy about the dreads, though. But hey, it’s just a loaner, right? Odetta had a sudden, irrational urge to slap the inside of her own head.

Instead, she walked out the door with a lascivious wink at the college boys and headed down the street, her legs walking towards an unknown destination. She tried to make them stop again and again, focusing all her concentration on first one muscle then another, but the other person sharing her body seemed to overwhelm her struggles without any apparent effort on his part. Why… she thought, before trailing off once again into silent attention to her disobedient limbs. But it was no good. Giving up, she tried communicating with Darren again. How…how are you doing this?

The body thing? Darren said, once again sounding as though this was the kind of thing he did every night. We found this old book when we were looking for Halloween decorations, all ‘Rituals of the Will’ and stuff. It showed us how to leave our bodies and go into someone else. We thought it was bullshit at first, but then Austin tried it and wound up in Brandon’s body. It was really weird–they just spazzed out for like ten minutes because they were both trying to move in different directions and Brandon’s body didn’t know who to listen to.

Hope you enjoy it!