Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Loose Ends”!

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, albeit in a slightly complicated fashion due to Simon’s well-deserved vacation–“Bobblehead”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA for publication when Simon returns, and to Literotica for publication this weekend. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Loose Ends”! (MC FF)

After every story in which a Sinister Mind Controller ensnares their innocent victim, there’s inevitably a little clean-up work to do in order to make sure that the victim’s friends and family don’t ask too many questions. It’s a matter of using a little bit of mind control to make sure that everyone thinks that whatever the new slave is doing is perfectly normal. Of course, the only problem with that is that if you’re the sort of person who turns people into slaves, there’s no such thing as “a little bit of mind control”…here’s a taste.

Abigail got almost halfway through her water before Francine’s frustration boiled over. “Well?” she asked, her voice loud enough to draw a few puzzled glances from other tables. “Where’s Danielle?” Abigail couldn’t help smiling at the young woman’s impatience. Francine clearly only had one speed, and it was full speed ahead. All she needed to do was knock her off-balance, and she’d be left so busy spinning her wheels that her mind would be easy pickings. Abigail could have her on her knees within minutes.

But she wasn’t doing that, she reminded herself sternly. She already had three more of Danielle’s circle of friends to see, two boyfriends (who didn’t know about each other, naughty girl!) and a sister in Vermont that Abigail was going to have to make a special effort to fly out to meet. She did not have the time to add a whole other social network to her already overloaded brainwashing schedule, not without seriously cutting into her sex time. She made a concerted effort to get her mind off of thoughts of Francine’s hard eyes softening into a vacant stare and said, “Oh, she won’t be with us tonight. She’s too busy masturbating.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for March 2017

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With Simon deciding to take a well-earned rest until the beginning of April, it occurred to me that we’ve now seen all the stories on the EMCSA that we’re going to see in March.So even though I’ve still got a story coming to Literotica this weekend, it’s a perfect time to go over the stories for March and share a bit with you about their origins as they made their way from my brain to the page. Let’s get started, shall we?

Magic Works: I remember perfectly how this story started. The seed was just a mental image of one person saying to another, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” knowing that it was a trigger of some sort. It felt almost solid in my head, like it was real and I just needed to do a little investigation to figure out who those people were and what happened around that.

I decided it had to be an actual brainwashing signal, not a post-hypnotic suggestion, because I knew the victim was surprised by it. I decided it had to be a Harry Potter-themed suggestion, because why else would you use that line to convey it? That led me to fan videos, which led me to the idea of a fan meeting the person who made the videos, which led me to lesbian sexytimes with real Harry Potter spells. (Oh, and an African-American controller, because representation matters and thanks to “Cursed Child”, she even had someone to cosplay.) After all that, finding out that one of the songs from the Yule Ball in ‘Goblet of Fire’ was called “Magic Works” was just icing on the cake. I’m thrilled with the way this turned out.

Under Control: I saw this song title while looking for ideas, and the double meaning immediately struck me. So many things can be metaphorically under control, and I came up with the idea of a tense situation and a character who was convinced at every turn that they had all of those things handled, but at the end the metaphor became literal and she wound up under someone’s control.

So I knew the character had to be someone tough, and street smart, and already pretty much comfortable with their sexuality, and I wanted to get across the feel of a noir detective without actually using one because I felt that would be too obvious. The tense situation very quickly settled into a class-based one, and I felt that if there was a street-smart heroine then the sinister controller had to be a patrician woman, and that class tension seemed to lend itself to a Latina protagonist. I thought that a community organizer fit the part nicely, someone tuned in to the needs of working-class folks and likely to hear about a missing teenager in her role as an authority, but who wasn’t a cop or someone with a power structure backing her up. I wanted her to feel like a real person, not a stereotype, and I really hope I succeeded. (Because even though yes, in the end she wound up hypnotized and helpless, I think she’ll probably be a good influence on Constance. Keeping her on the narrow, if not necessarily the straight.)

I Dream of Wires: This one very much came out as a stream of consciousness story. I saw the title and immediately knew it was someone’s statement, someone talking about their recurring dreams. That led very naturally to a therapy session, and I just tried to inhabit the character as best I could and let my words flow as their feelings. And of course, I knew they weren’t really just dreams and that the narrator’s roommate planted a brainwashing device under her bed to lead her to the sinister mind-controlling therapist, because it is after all mind-control smut and there are just things one does in that genre.

And that’s it for March–which means that April is going to be a huge one. I’ll see you then with another Liner Notes, and next week with another post!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Virus”!

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, albeit in a slightly complicated fashion due to Simon’s well-deserved vacation–“Not Listening”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA for publication when Simon returns, and to Literotica for publication this weekend. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Virus”! (MC)

This is more of a study than a story, a case study of a memetic virus as it progresses through its colonization of a human host. Perhaps it’s overtaken you as well, whether you realize it or not. Here’s a taste:

This initial stage of the infection played itself out over three to four weeks. Although the host’s initial defenses restricted the virus to activation during periods of solitude, usually when the host’s resistance was low due to circadian rhythms affecting its biological processes, the virus gradually gained more dominance as the attack on the frontal lobe progressed. As the virus hijacked more and more of the memory process, the host found itself recalling the viral structure more and more often, even in situations where it was trying to bring to mind another association. The host assumed this to be a natural flaw in its mental processes, little realizing that it was having difficulty because the virus was subsuming other memories to make more room for its replication.

The first sign that the virus had reached a critical stage in its colonization of the host’s brain came when the host was in a diurnal social situation and felt an irresistible, limbic compulsion to simulate reproduction. The host had a number of learned behaviors in this situation, all of which strongly associated reproducing in its current environment with danger and released appropriate ‘fear’ hormones at the idea. (Although the danger was abstract and complex, the emotional response associated with it was similar to that of predation.) The host recognized clearly and directly that this was a time to engage in survival activities (again, complex and abstract ones related to acquiring a medium of exchange for food and shelter, but still survival activities), not reproduction.

But the virus was now stronger than the host’s learned behaviors, and able to manipulate the limbic system directly. It overwhelmed the host with repeated triggering of the visual cortex, activating itself until the host could no longer receive input from the optic nerve. The host only received information from the virus, not from the outside world, and the portions of the frontal lobe that held an understanding of the threat posed by reproduction in this environment were simply drowned out by the intense parasympathetic arousal response. Unable to resist this constant stream of sexual desire, the host found a private place (a bodily waste receptacle in the building the host was occupying) and stimulated itself to orgasm multiple times.

Hope you enjoy it!

Slightly Depressing Announcement

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I suspect this is a lot more depressing if you’re me, but I do have enough friends in the hypnosis community to know that this is going to be a bummer all around. I have to tell everyone that it looks like Goddess and I will not be attending Entranced this summer. We received news of a life event (non-medical, and yes it is related to the way that the Republicans are conspiring to loot the public treasury with both hands while pretending they’re doing the middle class a favor by keeping that money from going to wasteful things like making the country a better place to live in) that’s going to require shifting some of our resources from fun things to important things, and unfortunately Entranced is a fun thing and not an important thing.

Theoretically this could change–we’re still determining how much money we have to move around, and it could be that we get a windfall at some point–but it seems very unlikely. I don’t think it would be fair to folks to ask for another GoFundMe to get to Entranced, either. We’re not the only people who are in this kind of situation, and I already ask people to support my writing every month. (If you want to throw money my way by subscribing, though, hey–link’s right up there!) Instead, we’ll save up and we’ll make it a priority to see you all again some other time. And in the meanwhile, you will still get to hear from me on a weekly basis here and through my stories…although hopefully that makes this a less depressing announcement, and not more.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Temptation Dice”!

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–“I Dream of Wires”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Temptation Dice”! (MC FF)

Josie wanted to study all weekend like a good girl. But her roommate Marina is feeling decidedly naughty. And she’s got a pair of dice and an offer for Josie that will either lead her to the heights of pleasure…or the depths of trance. Josie isn’t sure which she wants more. Here’s a taste:

“Oh, really it’s–” Marina started, before realizing that Josie had already outflanked her first conversational gambit. “Well, I was just thinking that you might want to play a little game with me. Something fun, easy to learn, even kind of educational.”

“Educational?” Josie said, arching one eyebrow. It was one of her best tricks. She was pretty sure Marina said unbelievable things just to watch her do it.

“Sure!” Marina said, leaning forward in her chair. “It teaches basic math skills, probability…” She held up a pair of translucent red dice and said, “You’ll learn a lot, I promise.”

“You want me to play craps with you.” Josie tried very hard to keep her mouth in a frown, and not let it quirk up at the corners. It would not do at this point to burst into giggles at her roommate’s transparent excitement. “You know I’m even more broke than you are, right?”

Marina replied, “Well, that’s no problem!” She rolled the dice in her fingers, holding them up a little to let the light catch them. The gesture looked casual, but Josie was far too familiar with Marina’s little ways of drawing her attention to ordinary objects that looked very pretty when the light sparkled through them to miss the implications. “We can come up with some other stakes to play for, if you don’t want to play for money.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Thoughts on Not Being at NEEHU

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This weekend has been kind of a quiet one on the various hypnosis fora and chat sites I frequent, because this is of course the weekend of NEEHU. It really remains the biggest event of the hypno-fetishist’s calendar, despite not having been the only game in town (well, in country) for a long time now. It was the first explicitly hypnosis-themed kink con, it was run by one of the earliest established hypno-kink communities in the country, and it remains more or less the first thing people think of when they get deep enough into the waters of erotic hypnosis to attend an event.

So yes, I’m a little bit bummed that I won’t be going. Not so much because of the classes–I realized at Charmed that I’m getting comfortable enough on both sides of the watch that while I won’t say I don’t learn anything new, I certainly hear more and more familiar things when I’m in the audience. But I miss the people who are there. Being a scattered community like we are, there are a lot of great folks who I only see during those few weekends a year when we get together and it’s not fun missing them. Sometimes the best part of any convention is just sitting around and talking with people you haven’t seen in a while and catching up.

Or meeting new people. As I say, NEEHU is usually people’s first step into the erotic hypnosis world, and while I’m sure I’ll see a lot of those people at Entranced (formerly NEEHU), it’s nice to meet them for the first time and let them know that yes, this is a friendly community with a lot of cool and respectful people and we don’t bite. Unless you’re into that and you negotiate it beforehand.

But I am trying to enjoy the various NEEHU recap posts and live-tweets and chats, because it’s good to know that your friends are having fun even if there’s a teensy tiny part of you that wants to shout that they should all be moping uselessly about how much less enjoyable things are when you’re not there. And I’m making plans for Entranced, and hopefully by this time next year we’ll be in a position where these conventions can be a regular thing again. Until then, I genuinely hope that everyone is enjoying themselves, and I look forward to hearing all the fun details as you wend your way back to the everyday world!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Complicated”!

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

Diana’s trying to be a good hostess, but Lizzie and Alison have been talking her ear off all night with a ‘how we met’ story of tangled poly bisexual kinky relationships. It’s all very confusing, and in fact Diana’s getting so confused by the web of sexual liasons that she may very well get drawn into one herself. Here’s a taste:

Diana wondered if they rehearsed this or something. It certainly had the feel of an old anecdote delivered so many times that whatever actual memories it was based on were long ago supplanted by the narrative. Although looking at Alison, Diana could definitely believe that she played sports of some sort. She was wearing a strapless evening gown that showed off some definite muscles across the shoulders–not bodybuilder levels of physique or anything, but definitely someone who exercised beyond simply jogging on the treadmill every day. It was a significant contrast to Lizzie’s sylph-like figure.

Lizzie cut in smoothly with, “And here I was, back in LA and running through my cash supply pretty quickly. I got a few parts here and there, which helped pay the bills and keep the lights on, but I definitely had more time than money. Which means the club scene was out. And I already decided over the course of my long Drive of Shame that I was not getting into another relationship. So I decided to solve all my problems at once by picking up some clients at a kink club.”

And just like clockwork, the kinky sex part of the anecdote kicked in. Diana managed, with the kind of heroic effort that attracted her husband to her in the first place, not to roll her eyes. Again, she didn’t want to make any mean-spirited generalizations, but straight people didn’t volunteer this kind of detail to total strangers at parties. From her husband’s straight clients, she got ‘we met on the set of our last movie’, or ‘we met in college and moved to LA together’, or ‘he’s my coke dealer and screwing him is cheaper than paying for drugs’. (Okay, not that last one. But there were times it was pretty fucking obvious.)

Hope you enjoy it!

MST3K vs Hypnosis: The Corpse Vanishes

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This one is a bit of a strange one, because it does involve hypnosis, and it does involve nubile and textually-coded virginal young women being kidnapped by a sinister scientist for nefarious purposes…but, um, the two things don’t actually have anything to do with each other. Which is sort of like getting a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup that has the chocolate and the peanut butter wrapped in separate packaging, but it’s not without its charms.

Basically, the villain (it will surprise nobody to learn that it’s Bela Lugosi) is trying to keep his dying wife alive by psychically transferring the life essences of young women into her body. This doesn’t kill them, but it’s apparently not good for them, because he has to continuously kidnap new young women for his wife to suck dry. He also maybe possibly apparently it’s-never-explained-but-why-else-would-he-go-to-such-lengths-for-this-gimmick needs virginal young women, because he always kidnaps brides at the altar and that’s certainly about as clear a symbolism as you’re going to get of virginity in a film that couldn’t mention that sex existed.

In order to pull off his kidnappings, he sends the brides rare orchids that exude a chemical aroma that puts them into a death-like coma. The bride appears to drop dead at the altar, and oh hey, they pull up in a convenient ambulance, say they’ve been called to take her to the hospital, and cart off the not-actually dead woman while she swoons in a death-like faint that, again, seems to be coded as rendering them helpless and in his power in a faintly unsavory way with clear, albeit unmentioned and unmentionable implications. Then he and his wife have a threesome with the new girl, it doesn’t work out, and they go cruising for someone else. (You know, like most couples on FetLife.)

So where’s the hypnosis? Well, a plucky reporter (think Lois Lane without the Superman, which is actually a pretty awesome idea) finds the orchids left over from the kidnappings and decides to consult a renowned orchid expert on their significance. She finds Bela Lugosi, who could not be more suspicious if he had a giant neon sign over his castle saying, “Bela’s Bridal Abduction Service – Virgins Our Specialty”, and is invited to stay the night along with a country doctor who’s treating Bela’s wife in the boring, conventional medical ways. (Pssssh. Come back when you’ve got some virgin-draining technology, doc!)

The hypnosis–I haven’t forgotten it, it’s there!–comes in when after a hard night of snooping around and discovering creepy manservants and zombified virginal brides kept in pens and Bela sleeping in a coffin, the reporter goes to confirm her findings with the country doctor who witnessed it right along with her…and he doesn’t remember any of it. Because, he later deduces, he was hypnotized to forget it all! By Bela Lugosi who can just totally do that whenever he wants despite being established primarily as an orchid breeder who branched out into life-force transference skills! Entirely off-screen, with no real significance to the plot! While leaving the reporter who’s far more likely to use it as the basis for an investigation completely untouched! It all makes perfect sense, right?

Well, about as much sense as the rest of “The Corpse Vanishes”. It’s one of the better-riffed episodes of Season One, though, and worth tracking down if you don’t mind black-and-white films with plots like Swiss cheese.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Bobblehead”!

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

Nicole doesn’t really remember much of her time studying with Tim. But when one of Tim’s friends comes up to Nicole on the quad and says the word, “Bobblehead,” suddenly Nicole remembers perfectly. And she remembers just what to do next. Here’s a taste:

It was a very silly little dolly, she remembered. A sportsball player, she didn’t know which kind, with a big wide grin and a head that wobbled with every bump of the table. Tim told her to just keep her eyes on the silly little dolly whenever she got nervous, watch the way that its head bounced and bobbled and swayed. And the more she watched the dolly, the more her stress would float away with every giggle at the silly little dolly’s silly little smile. Until she smiled just like the dolly. Until her head nodded and bobbed and wobbled just like the dolly. Until Nicole was a bobblehead too.

The boy led Nicole down one of the walking paths, past the Engineering building and down through the commons, but Nicole didn’t really see her surroundings. In her mind’s eye, she was seeing the doll’s head, nodding like it was on a spring. Nicole nodded like that too, when she was a bobblehead. That was because Nicole always agreed when she was a bobblehead. Nicole’s mind was empty and plastic, a vacant little dolly head with a happy smile. Nicole didn’t think when she was a bobblehead. She just agreed. That was easier. Nicole didn’t have to worry about a thing when she was always happy and agreeable.

Hope you enjoy it!