Archive for January, 2017

I Finally Figured Out Why I Need Your Help!

January 29, 2017

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Okay, that’s not true. The truth is, my readership helps me every day in countless ways, from validation to support to just generally convincing me that human beings can be pretty damn awesome despite the constant flow of evidence coming from the White House. But something specific occurred to me, and it’s something that will help you while helping me help you.

As you’re probably already aware, I have a lot of stories up on the EMCSA. As you may be less aware, there’s a webpage called “Svengali”, which adds some functionality to Simon’s original design, such as searchable story tags. I knew it existed, but for the longest time I didn’t know why my stories had very few or no tags when others had tons. But now I do!

Turns out that when you go to a story, there’s a box in the upper right-hand corner that says, “Assigned Tags”. Unchecking it gives you a huge list of tags, any of which you can select as being applicable to the story. The idea is that if you notice there’s a tag missing, or a tag that doesn’t apply, you can add it or remove it as needed. It’s basically crowdsourced story tagging, and that’s awesome!

That’s awesome, that is, unless you’ve already written 320 or so stories before finding out about this feature. I’ve been going through and doing some retagging, but as just one person, that kind of defeats the purpose of crowdsourcing. So I figured I’d write this post, signal boost Svengali as a very useful site for mind control erotica enthusiasts (which, if you’re not one, um…what are you doing here?) and in the process hopefully get my stories tagged more accurately so that if you have specific tastes in EMC porn, you can find the things you like a bit easier and you’re not stuck rummaging through hundreds of stories looking for the one tentacle-horror piece I wrote eight years ago.

(It’s “Two Tickets to Paradise”, okay? I’ll give you that one for free.)

Belated Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Freckles”!

January 27, 2017

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–“Passenger”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Freckles”! (MC MF FD)

Ryan’s been teasing Siobhan about her freckles. It’s not that he doesn’t like her…in fact, maybe it’s exactly because he does like her…but he’s been joking about her having too many to count. Turns out she just called his bluff, and in more ways than one. Here’s a taste:

He decides to play along with the joke, or the request, or whatever it is. “One,” he begins, pretending to peer closely at a random spot on her skin. “Two, three, four…”

“Ah! Not like that,” Siobhan responds with a mock sharpness to her voice. “Count silently. And methodically. Focus on a point, say…the tip of my chin. Keep an eye on a single freckle there, really get to know it so that you’ll be able to come back to it later if you lose count. Memorize its position, its shape, watch it move as I talk. When you close your eyes, you should still be able to see it.”

Ryan trails into silence and stares, feeling increasingly uncertain about the whole thing. He’d rather be looking at her hazel-green eyes, which seem far more fun to get lost in, but she’s clearly expecting him to keep going with this and he’s not quite sure how to get out of it now without upsetting her. So he finds a freckle on the tip of her chin, part of an adorable little dusting of red specks that scatter across her jawline, and he watches it. He looks at the way it fits into the pattern of freckles around it, studies its position relative to her lips and her nose, blinks once or twice to make sure that he can find it when his eyes refocus.

Siobhan seems satisfied that he’s following instructions, because she says, “Got it? Good. Now…start counting. You can move in a spiral pattern, moving out from that freckle to the ones around it. Count each one, let your eyes go in a widening circle radiating from that spot and moving outwards. You’ll need to stay focused, of course. If you pay too much attention to my words, you might lose your count, and then you’d have to start over. It’s far more important to keep watching, keep counting…”

Hope you enjoy it!

The Obligatory FetLife Post

January 22, 2017

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I feel obliged to write something about the recent shake-up to FetLife, which has resulted in (among other things) my decision to stop using the site as a venue for my stories. Let’s start with the informational part first, for those of you unaware of the situation (or, for that matter, unaware of FetLife):

FetLife is a social media site devoted to kink, originally started in 2008 by a man named John Baku who wanted to make it easier for practitioners to find each other. The site allows you to set up a profile which lists your fetishes, so that you can then find others with the same fetish and message each other; it also gives you the ability to start interest groups and plan events. It’s become a staple site for the BDSM community for the same reasons Facebook became such a popular vanilla site–there’s a large audience, and most people find it easier to use the tools that FetLife has to organize their local community than to create their own.

However, there have been issues from the start, and they’ve only gotten worse. FetLife has never taken serious steps to find a kink-friendly merchant system, meaning that they’re at the mercy of their current credit card provider. They also apparently decided that they bore more exposure to liability from libel lawsuits than aiding and abetting rape charges, as the policy specifies that posts making accusations from a member are against the Terms of Use but posting anecdotes to your profile about the rapes you’ve committed counts merely as you indulging in your fetish.

All this came to a head this week when FetLife panicked and pulled a ton of user content. They were facing pressure from their credit card processor and staring down some extremely bad publicity from an Australian rape trial coming up in which the accused apparently a) used FetLife to search for victims, and b) shared details of his crimes on FetLife, which the admins were made aware of repeatedly. As such, they did a keyword search of the site in the wee hours of the morning and deleted a whole bunch of fetishes and groups, without any notice or explanations. These deletions involved not just rape and rape play, but also blood, needles, alcohol, incest, scarification, branding, vampire play, consensual non-consent, and oh yes hypnosis. Basically, they took down anything the credit card companies asked them to take down, along with anything they thought might expose them to further risk of lawsuits and/or criminal charges for aiding and abetting.

They then went into radio silence, bunker mode for a couple of days while everyone got increasingly outraged, before making an insultingly condescending post where they said things like “we can’t give them a reason to vilify us” and “As a community, we need to stop turning a blind eye” (particularly ironic, given that FetLife’s stated policy was to delete posts by victims and ban victims who continued to call out their accusers) and “Maybe I’m just a naive optimist, but I believe this is an opportunity for us to set the bar higher”. The posted ended with a sycophantic ‘FAQ’ with questions in it like, “Is there any way that we, the community, can help you?” and “How are you doing, John?”

Informational part over, editorial part begins here. This last week has really exposed, as far as I’m concerned, what a bunch of incompetent dipshits the site admins really are. After eight years of lurching from one minor crisis to another without ever thinking that maybe they should take steps to limit their financial dependence on kink-hostile financial servicers and hosts (there’s an inadvertently hilarious bit in the FAQ where they say that moving their servers to a kink-friendly country wouldn’t solve the problem because some people in countries with repressive Internet policies wouldn’t be able to access them anyway, which totally misunderstands why you might do such a thing), or that maybe they shouldn’t place their priority on censoring rape victims and protecting rapists (FetLife literally would not expel a member for anything less than a criminal conviction for sexual assault)…they’ve now decided on a carpet-bombing approach to the problem that nukes several communities that practice consensual kink, and insinuated that they were probably bad people anyway and FetLife had to get rid of them for the Greater Good.

I don’t feel like I can trust FetLife anymore. I honestly don’t feel like anyone can trust FetLife anymore; now that they’ve shown that they’re willing to cave under pressure, I imagine that they’ll only see more pressure, not less. They’ve decided that they can make a deal with people opposed to their very existence; the next step will be to alter that deal, reminding them at every step of the way that their increasingly meek and meager existence is the alternative to oblivion. Basically, FetLife is being boiled like a frog, and the water just got warmer.

So I’m pretty much done with Fet. I will no longer be using them as a venue for my stories, in no small part because they’re probably against the new, double-secret Terms of Use agreement, and I will be looking (along with the rest of the hypnokink community) for a site that doesn’t conflate us with rapists in order to satisfy a bunch of moralists who aren’t going to be satisfied with us anyway. I’m also, I admit, going to be a little leery of my fellow kinksters; there were a lot more people than I expected going around in the wake of the mass deletions and saying, “You should be grateful he did this, it saved our community!” I thought there would be a bit more solidarity given that one of the supposed pillars of the community was “Your Kink Is Not My Kink and That’s OK”, but the kink-shaming started quick once people realized there was an actual advantage to be gained by throwing someone else’s fetish overboard.

I’m obviously not a supporter of rape, but a lot of consensual play was tossed under the bus here. Needle play is perfectly safe when performed within basic protocols that the community makes sure to educate people about…or did, until their ability to educate people about safety vanished. Hypnosis is basically just people sitting around and talking. The idea that these are somehow more dangerous and threatening than bondage (which, if performed by an unskilled practitioner can result in loss of circulation to limbs, as long as we’re being needlessly alarmist here) is just a patent lie made to disguise the fact that the site is in financial problems of its own making and needs to suck up to people that it should have made an effort to avoid needing years ago.

(Literally. At one point in the comments John Baku says that he spent “five years” fighting to keep hypnosis acceptable under the Terms of Use. Apparently five years isn’t a long enough time to find a kink-friendly credit card processor. Jesus Christ what a bunch of chuckleheads.)

At this point, I would like to remind everyone that this is not unconnected to the new Trumpian political climate. There is a strong sense that they will be coming after us–maybe not Trump himself, who probably doesn’t give a fuck what people do in the bedroom with hookers…at least not in Russia…but certainly Pence and his merry crew of Christian Dominionists. But we can’t do what FetLife did. We can’t sacrifice our principles and our community in the interests of making ourselves a smaller target. Because while the nail that stands out farthest gets hammered down first…in the end, if all you have is a hammer, sooner or later everything looks like a nail.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Sympathy”!

January 19, 2017

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–“Golden Slumbers”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. (Actually, it occurs to me that both “Entangled” and “Golden Slumbers” are coming to the EMCSA this week, due to Simon’s break.) But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Sympathy”! (MC FF)

Sweet little Wendy is everyone’s best friend, eager to cheer everyone up and show them a little bit of kindness. So when she finds out that Ebony’s in a psych class and has nobody to practice hypnosis on, well…she can’t resist offering to help out! (Turns out there’s a lot Wendy can’t resist, actually.) Here’s a taste:

Ebony looked at her for just a moment, her dark brown eyes flickering over Wendy without much interest. Then she went back to staring at her pendant. “It’s nothing,” she muttered, giving the crystal another tap. Green light gently refracted across her dark skin, but Ebony didn’t seem to be paying it much attention. She didn’t really even seem to be looking at her pendant much. It was just something to keep her eyes occupied while she moped. Wendy couldn’t stand to see someone looking so down.

“Oh, don’t be like that!” she said, putting her full cheer assault into her voice. (She didn’t mind that her nicknames on campus included ‘Care Bear Stare’ and ‘Pollyanna’. It was a mark of honor to her, in fact.) “There are so many people in this world who have problems that nobody even notices, and here you are lucky enough to have someone walking right up to you and asking if they can help. Whatever it is that’s wrong, you’ll feel better if you at least talk about it, I promise.”

Ebony rolled her eyes a little, but Wendy was used to that. She sat in silence for a long moment, clearly weighing up the pros and cons of opening up to the little wisp of a blonde-haired girl who acted like she was being sized up for pixie wings. But finally she said, “Alright. It’s…you know I’m in Bachmann’s psych course this semester, right?”

Wendy nodded, widening her eyes to near manga levels to indicate that she was paying attention. “I saw you coming out the other day,” she said. “I’ve never taken any of his courses, but I hear he’s pretty tough. You need a study buddy? I might not know the material, but I can hold the flashcards for you!”

Ebony’s mouth finally twitched into the first approximation of a smile Wendy had seen from her since she first spotted the other woman on campus. “Not…exactly,” she said. “See, Bachmann’s doing a unit on hypnosis, and we’re supposed to be practicing our skills, but…” She let out a deep sigh. “I don’t really know anyone in the class very well. And it’s not that easy to just ask someone if they’ll let you hypnotize them. People get weird about it. I was trying to hypnotize myself, but I couldn’t really practice like that.”

Wendy couldn’t imagine anything sadder than being the only one without a partner in a group activity. “I could help!” she blurted out, almost before Ebony had finished her sentence. “I mean, I don’t really know much about hypnosis, but if all you need is someone to sit there and stare, I’m pretty sure I can handle that!” She grinned, practically willing her smile to pandemic levels of infectiousness.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for December 2016

January 16, 2017

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Having been delayed by a week for safety suggestions, and for a day or two by travel, let’s now talk about last month’s stories! This was a busy month, with five stories posted on Simon’s site, so let’s get through them quickly.

The Kind of Girl I Could Love: This wasn’t actually intended to be the next Girl story; I was planning to do something involving a person who has a fetish/fantasy that Girls are secretly dangerous killer robots that must be destroyed, and how the Girls deal with him (because he’s producing bootleg zines about it). But since that’s still forthcoming, I won’t get too much into it. The point is, I wasn’t planning to write this.

But one of my Patrons asked me if I could do something specifically featuring an asexual person and a Girl, because they really liked the way that the trans woman in “Factory Girl” was accepted for who she was, instead of being transformed or transmogrified, and they wanted to see that for their sexual orientation because aces sometimes get dumped on even in the supposedly inclusive and welcoming LGBTQ+ community. (When you’re just the “+” at the end, it’s hard to feel included.) So I wrote a story with the goal in mind that the ace character is never portrayed as being “broken” or messed up for being asexual, and that she is not made to love sex by her Girl at the end.

It worked pretty well; I think it skirted along some dark areas, particularly when Melinda talks about “giving up” if it doesn’t work out with the second Girl. That’s not intended to mean suicide, but it is intended to mean giving up on hopes of getting her needs met as a kinky panromantic asexual, and you’re intended to empathize with her in that situation because that sucks. It also skirts the fact that Melinda has been traumatized by a lot of consent violations and pressure to get her to renegotiate her boundaries; I did that because I think my readers got the idea, dwelling on it would only have made the story more depressing, and I wanted people to pay more attention to the happy ending where Melinda is submissive and loving and happy without any sex needed. I’m not ace, but I think their orientation is valid and normal and deserves to be respected.

Yes (Means It’s Hard to Say No): This was actually kind of tricky to write. Normally, when I do an “induction piece” (a story that’s entirely a spoken-word monologue from a hypnotist to a subject, which doubles as a hypnotic induction if you’re so inclined to take it as one) I sort of trick myself into thinking that it’s not me writing. I’ve identified as a sub for a long time, and so I imagined myself listening to someone else (Goddess, usually) speaking to me and sort of filled in what She would say.

But this time, I was writing out the form of an induction I’d actually used, extemporaneously, with a hypnotic subject…and one I really liked, too. That trick didn’t work because I knew it was me speaking to them, and suddenly I was in a whole set of overlapping panics about whether or not it would work. It made it very difficult to get through it all. But I think the end result is very good, and I’m quite proud of it.

Weak: As some of you may have guessed, this was not so much “fiction” as “fictionalized”, and it was in no small part the cause of my coming out as bi. The real Britney is much less manipulative and much more respectful of consent than the fictional “Britni”, but a lot of this story does come out of things that happened with her and her Master/husband. I have toyed with writing a sequel, but part of it is that the fictional Jack probably didn’t spend the next little while negotiating consent and obtaining permission from Goddess to play with a third person. (That was one of the things omitted for clarity–unlike Jack, I need to ask for permission to play with anyone other than Her.)

Joyride: Oh, man was this a pain in the ass to write. I’d had the idea years ago, of someone body-hopping into another person and making them try lesbian sex (inspired in no small part by the Wild Cards series and the Jumpers in that series) but it seemed kind of dark. But I was stuck for an idea that week, “Joyride” was the only thing I could think of…

And then the “grab ’em by the pussy” tape came out. Suddenly, writing about a powerful man who sees women primarily as vessels for his sexual gratification felt unbearably creepy. In some ways, though, I think that may have worked to the story’s benefit, because it really sharpened the anger that Detta felt (and the fear) and made it a bit more cathartic when she literally, as well as figuratively reclaimed her body from creepy men. (Also, the next four years are going to suck. That tape and the allegations that came out in its wake are being studiously ignored by the media now that it no longer matters to the horse race, but it remains one of the most shameful things about the way Trump’s behavior is ignored.)

Delirious: This, of course, was a sequel to “Fever”, a story I wrote a good five or six years earlier. I’d been looking back over my old stories, trying to see if any of them could bear a sequel (because the most common response I get on my stories is, “Great! I want to see more of that!” The problem is, I don’t just want to use the standard shitty sequel extenders that a lot of erotica writers use to pump out fifteen installments of the same story, so I have to wait until my idiosyncratic and possibly drunken muse comes up with an idea.) And when I got to “Fever”, I remembered hearing the Prince song “Delirious” and picturing someone in the middle of the pandemic that was only hinted at in the first story, trying to take care of their friend even though they were coming down with the same disease that would eventually bring them into Claudia’s thrall.

As I started writing it, though, I realized just how terrifying it would be to be in that situation. Because this isn’t a zombie plague. You don’t become a mindless shambling husk who stumbles after your prey. Claudia’s followers (and yes, there’s a deliberate joke in there for members of the hypno-community, if you know the person you’ll laugh and if you don’t it’ll just sound like fever-babble) are just as intelligent as they were before they got infected. They’ve just been…reorganized, that’s all. They’re capable of using deception and subterfuge to spread the virus. It created an atmosphere of paranoia that was perhaps a little stronger than I intended.

And that’s December in the books; join me next week for another blog post and next month for another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Out of the Black”!

January 12, 2017

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–“Entangled”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Out of the Black”! (MC FF)

This is a slightly darker story than usual, very much on the line between “erotic horror” and just plain “horror”, although it definitely contains strong mind control elements, and folks sometimes do like my darker stuff more than I anticipated. It’s a story about a young woman using guided meditation to break through an emotional barrier that she’s visualized as a literal, physical structure…only to find that some barriers stay up for a reason. Here’s a taste:

Miranda was descending again. They were using the water visualizations this time; Doctor Ballantine told her that it was the fastest way to get her to the edge of the black. Miranda allowed herself to sink into the icy water, picturing her arms windmilling as she swam deeper and deeper into her own mind.

It felt awful, but Doctor Ballatine had already explained all that. “The meditative techniques we’re using,” she said, back at the beginning, “are intended to be therapeutic. This means that we’re going to be going into parts of your deep, unconscious mind that aren’t always comfortable to you. Your mind will throw out defensive measures, images and concepts designed to get you to avoid exploring these regions of your subconscious. Your job is to ignore them and press onward. Remember, you’re always perfectly safe when you’re with me.”

Miranda forced that memory into her mind, using it like a lantern as she swam down through waters that gradually turned a darker and darker blue as she went into the recesses of herself. The office was still there, Doctor Ballantine was still there, but she didn’t see any of it. She wasn’t staring into Doctor Ballantine’s warm brown eyes, she was staring into the icy blue as it turned into shadowy black. Miranda could sense great predators circling around her, sharks and squids and things that swam in waters so deep that they could not be described, but she refused to let them near her. They were illusions, she told herself. Defense mechanisms of a mind that wanted to avoid confronting uncomfortable truths.

“What do you see?” Doctor Ballantine asked. The voice seemed to come from just over her shoulder. Miranda didn’t look around. She knew she wouldn’t see anything. Doctor Ballantine was never down here with her, not directly. She was alone in the darkness. Alone on the edge of the black. The thought panicked Miranda for a moment, and she felt like the suffocating depths of the water were choking the life out of her. She forced herself to take a breath. The water was just a metaphor. It was just a path she created in her mind that led her to her subconscious, no different than the winding spiral staircase or the caverns. They all led to the same place.

“I see the black,” she said, her voice filled with the quiet calm that only comes from utter dread.

Hope you enjoy it!

Let’s Talk Safety Suggestions!

January 8, 2017

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Normally, this would be about when I do the monthly Liner Notes for December. But lately I’ve been thinking a lot about safety in hypnosis play, prompted to no small extent by some stories I’ve heard about people whose consent was not respected by a hypnotist. These situations might not have led to actual sexual assault, but when it comes to erotic hypnosis, violating someone’s consent to hypnotize them is just as serious as tying someone up without asking them if it’s okay.

Part of the problem is that trance is a mental state that is easier to attain with practice, and that feels good on a deep unconscious level (especially if you have a fetish for being hypnotized). This does mean that absent any other considerations, the more you get hypnotized, the more your brain is likely to respond positively to an induction and the deeper you’ll go. Basically, being hypnotized trains your brain to go into hypnosis. And while that’s incredibly hot for all concerned, it does mean that someone who is a frequent subject of hypnosis is going to need a little bit of help overriding the portion of their mind that just really likes being deep and responsive.

(Please note the strong emphasis on the next sentence: This does not mean that someone who has been triggered without consent “secretly wants it”. They may very much not want it–they may not trust the person triggering them, they may be in a situation where trance is unwelcome or even actively dangerous, and they may feel deeply uncomfortable with the suggestions they’re being given. But when you’re conditioned to be obedient to a hypnotist, with no safety suggestions, your instinctive response to hypnosis may sometimes override your conscious decision-making process. This is why safety suggestions are important.)

Now, I’m not about to claim that I’m the first or only person to discuss this–I’m sure a lot of folks have their own safety suggestions that they use with their submissives, and I’m sure a lot of submissives have some great safety suggestions that they’ve retained from one top to another (or put in themselves through self-hypnosis). I’m just going to talk about the suggestions that I place in people submitting to me, and why I think they’re good, and hope that other people use this post as a springboard for discussing additional ways to keep things happy and comfortable when doing tranceplay, because a happy comfortable sub goes deeper and has more fun being more obedient.

I won’t even claim that these suggestions are original, by the way–pretty much every one of them was put in my head by Lady Ru’etha, frequently with these exact wordings, who cares a lot about making sure that Her pets feel safe in their obedience. With that in mind, here are my basics:

  1. Safewords. One of the very first things I do when I get into any kind of serious tranceplay with someone is reinforce the idea of safewording, even when hypnotized. I use the basic “stoplight” system, making sure to detail the meaning of the safewords so there’s no confusion (“green” is “this feels wonderful, please do more of this”, “yellow” is “please pause the scene so I can discuss this”, and “red” is “something is wrong, please stop the scene and wake me”) and I tell them that they don’t need to think about safewording. They’ll just come out like a sneeze or a cough, entirely involuntary. When they need to safeword, they will.
  2. Communication. One of Goddess’s favorite suggestions is the phrase, “Tell me something you need me to know.” Again, the response to this is involuntary and automatic; sometimes it may be nothing more than “I’m happy,” other times it may be mundane-but-important things like “I’ve needed to use the bathroom for the last five minutes but I’ve been too deep to say anything.” Whatever it is, they tell you what they need you to know at that moment, which allows you to check in even when the submissive is very deep.
  3. Locking triggers. Whenever I give a trigger, I always use two modifiers. One is “when I, and only I say” the trigger word, and the other is, “as long as you feel safe and comfortable doing so”. (I’ve actually given blanket suggestions that all my triggers end in “as long as you feel safe and comfortable doing so”, just in case I slip up once in a while.) This means that nobody else can use your triggers (you can always modify this later after negotiating consent, if your sub wants to give someone else the ability to affect them with triggers) and it means that you can never trigger your sub in a situation where it would be awkward or dangerous to do so. Which is nice, because it means that you can be a little freer about triggers knowing you won’t accidentally make them have an orgasm in the middle of a family reunion or something.
  4. Trance resistance. I’ve always loved the imagery Goddess used to describe this safety suggestion. She told me that any time someone tried to put me into a trance when I didn’t want to be hypnotized, it wouldn’t work. Even if I went under, She said, I would pop right back up to wakefulness like a ping-pong ball bobbing back up to the surface of the water. Given the number of times people post open-ended inductions on Tumblr, or log into chat rooms and try to use common triggers, or just send messages with hypnotic language in them, I consider this to be an absolutely vital suggestion for anyone who intends to do hypnosis play. If your top won’t give it to you (and why won’t they, if they won’t?) make a self-hypnosis recording and install it. Again, hypnosis conditions your brain to drop into trance, so you really should have a counter-weight to that conditioning.
  5. Suggestion resistance. Likewise, Lady Ru’etha has great imagery for this one. Any suggestion that makes you feel unsafe or uncomfortable rolls right off, like water off a duck’s back. It beads up and flows away without sinking in at all. This is OMG huge. Having this in your head is very freeing–it means you can play with someone new and not have to constantly worry about what they’re going to do to your head, which is nice because frankly, while I don’t think there are a lot of unscrupulous people in the hypnokink community, there always seem to be some newbies drifting in who are so enthused by the idea of having someone follow their every command that they just have to try to trance everyone they meet into doing everything they want to do. They’re all lousy enough at hypnosis that they usually get frustrated and fuck off again before too long, but they can really mess up someone who’s so good at going into trance that they’ll drop for even a lousy hypnotist. Nobody wants to have to clean up something like that.

These are, again, just some of the safety suggestions I think are useful. It’s by no means comprehensive, and I really would love to hear what other people have to say as well! The more we make hypnosis safe and comfortable for submissives, the better the experience will be for everyone.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “His Eyes, Her Eyes”!

January 5, 2017

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–“Red Head vs the Pretty Red Bracelet”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “His Eyes, Her Eyes”! (MC MF MD FD)

This one is about a switchy couple who’ve come up with a rather unique way of deciding who’s going to top who during their hypno-play; they compete for it. With open-ended hypnotic phrasing, eventually one of them is bound to feel the pull of trance stronger than the other…but which one is going to submit first? Here’s a taste:

They both look into each other’s eyes with the same quiet confidence, each one playing the encounter out in their mind the exact same way. Their gazes lock, unblinking, challenging. His lips curl in a crooked smile, already imagining her eyelids slowly fluttering as that firm stare softens into a glassy, unblinking trance. “Deeper and deeper,” he says, intoning the word like a chess player making an opening gambit.

She smiles right back–a predator’s smile, wide and hungry. Her tongue slides out, licking her lips with slow and sensuous anticipation. She’s always the first one to introduce sexuality into the game; if he has a weakness, it’s that he’s a little too eager to draw her into surrender. His cock always dictates the pace of his inductions, and she loves to use that against him. “Sinking into an easy, relaxed hypnotic trance,” she replies in purring tones. She notices out of the corner of her eye that his cock twitches just a little, but she knows that looking away now would earn her an instant forfeit.

“Resistance melting away,” he replies. He’s careful not to use any pronouns; just as neither one of them can break the other’s gaze, the rules they’ve agreed to have specified that the suggestions can’t be directed from one to the other. This isn’t a test of their hypnotic skill, they’re both too talented for it to matter. This is purely a test of their desire for control. Which one of them wants to control the other more? Which one can resist the allure of trance just that tiny bit longer? He feels sure that this time it will be her.

Hope you enjoy it!