Archive for October, 2017

Liner Notes for October 2017

October 29, 2017

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Hey all! It’s still technically October, but the next update won’t be until November (the FUTURE!) so we can already begin looking at last month’s stories (the PAST!) and see what brought them into existence. Let’s get started, shall we?

Five Finger Discount: This one popped into my head when I was at the mall one day. I noticed the security scanners at the front, and had a thought about how much easier it would be for stores if they didn’t have to deal with RFID tags and loss prevention officers and all the mess and hassle because they just had a device at the front of the store that made shoplifters go turn themselves in. And naturally, that led to me picturing a shoplifter doing just that and getting taken advantage of in hot and kinky ways, and of course the phrase “five-finger discount” was pretty natural to associate with fisting (which I’ve never described before–one of the weird things about writing erotica is trying to get a vivid mental picture of particular sexual activities in my head well enough to describe them to others). And at that point, it was just a matter of verifying that there is in fact a song called “Five Finger Discount” and writing it all out. They’re not all that easy, but it’s nice when they are.

Xenophilia: This was another one where I had the idea first and then went hunting for a title to put on it–I had the notion of a tentacled alien warlord meeting a hentai fan and being more than a little bit discommoded at how enthusiastically they took to the idea of being the concubine of the invading armies. (The “Rule 34” joke came in pretty early in the creative process.) I knew that “Xenophilia” would be the perfect title for it, and I was immensely gratified by the incredibly obscure sludgecore band that recorded it for giving me an excuse to use that title without breaking my weird, obsessive “song titles for story titles” rule.

Zero Dumb Game: This one started in my head as “Zero Sum Game”, and I knew it would be about a pair of twins that shared their willpower and intelligence. As one got smarter, the other got cumber, and so on. I had a lot of problems writing it out, though, because I really didn’t want to write a scene where Shanna got raped due to her inability to give meaningful consent, but that was pretty much the only way to get the sex into the story. I toyed with Shanna getting rescued by a guy or another woman, but that only deferred the sex to someone else who was taking advantage of Shanna’s diminished consent. In the end, I split the difference, and had Shanna recover her mind and take some well-earned revenge. (Oh, and I changed the story’s name when I saw that “Zero Dumb Game” was a real song title.)

Can’t Say No: This was a rarity for me, writing out one of my fantasies as a top (even though I still wrote it from a bottom’s point of view). One of the things I really love the idea of is restricting someone’s thought processes–not necessarily making them able to think less, but restricting them to thinking about the things I want them to think about. (Temporarily and with enthusiastic consent, in the context of real life play, of course.) And one of my favorite things within that favorite thing is to close off negativity by restricting them to positive responses (you can also see this in ‘Yes (Means It’s Hard to Say No)’) so that everything feels very affirmative and happy and oh by the way further brainwashing is facilitated by the fact that they have to agree to everything I say.

(Which is why the check-in is “What color is this suggestion?” rather than “Do you like this?” If you’re doing this kind of play, you don’t want them to have to fight the suggestion just to let you know that something’s not working. “Tell me something you need me to know” would also have worked. This story was an attempt to demonstrate ethical and consensual play, and not just a pure fantasy. I’m not sure I’m a good enough hypnotist to make someone not even think the word “no”, but that’s the part of it that’s imagination, not the ethics of the play.)

And that’s this month’s stories out of the way–join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over” and “Girl Next Door”!

October 26, 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–”Can’t Say No”, which apparently wasn’t teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over” (MC MF FD) and “Girl Next Door” (MC MF FF FD RB)!

In “Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over”, Matt’s running himself ragged studying. Donna has a few choice mnemonics that can help him, but as it turns out, when you let someone give you ideas you won’t be able to forget, it’s probably a good idea to make sure it’s someone a little more trustworthy than Donna. Here’s a taste:

“The trick is to get a good mnemonic,” she went on, grabbing a piece of paper from his notes and his pen. “You need something that has a vivid mental image, so that the image always leads you to the mnemonic and the mnemonic always leads you to what you’re trying to remember. So for taxonomy, the order is ‘Domain, Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species’.” She wrote down on the paper a hasty D, K, P, C, O, F, G, and S.

“Now you take that and you turn it into a sentence,” she said, writing in a word for each letter. “Like, say, ‘Do Kindly Pull Clothes Off For Goodness Sakes.’ And you associate an image with that, like stripping naked in the middle of biochem class. And now you’re never going to forget that for the rest of your life, are you?”

Matt blushed. He hadn’t expected the conversation to go in exactly that direction, but he had to admit that Donna was right–he probably wasn’t going to forget Donna talking about him taking his clothes off in public. The incredible awkwardness of his biggest frenemy for the last six months suddenly cozying up to him and making up dirty mnemonics for him was acting to cement the lesson in a way that normal tutoring never could. He might want to forget, and he might very well spend the next week trying to forget, but as long as he didn’t actually forget until the test was over, he’d take it.

“Girl Next Door”, meanwhile, is a return to the universe of the Girls with a story about Jeremy and his new next door neighbor, Chandra. Chandra, as Jeremy finds out, has her very own Girl(tm). And she has a bedroom right across from his. And she has a habit of leaving her shades drawn. Jeremy’s finding all sorts of things out about Girls. And the Girl is finding out all sorts of things about Jeremy. Here’s a taste:

When Jeremy went into his bedroom, though, he found out a lot about his new neighbor before he even turned on the light. He learned that she had chosen an upstairs bedroom right across from Jeremy’s own room. He found out that she was blonde–a natural blonde, apparently, with long flowing hair that clung to her skin when wet and large, round breasts that seemed to be very sensitive judging by her reaction to having them touched. He discovered that she had the same habit he did of forgetting to draw the window shades, which was less important when you were out of town for three days than it was when you were having vigorous sex right in front of the window. And he also noticed that Chandra had a Girl(tm).

The Girl was bright orange, almost like she was candy-coated, and she stood behind Chandra cupping the young woman’s tits with fingers that buzzed so rapidly that Chandra’s breasts visibly quivered even from twenty feet away. She was thrusting forward, rocking her hips hard into Chandra’s body with a precise, mechanical rhythm. Chandra’s whole body shook with the force of her Girl’s fucking, and even though Jeremy couldn’t hear her, he could see the way her mouth moved every time the fake cock pumped into her and knew she was moaning.

Jeremy’s towel began to slowly rise up.

Hope you enjoy them!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Six

October 22, 2017

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I don’t want to let this go quite as long as I did last time, so let’s take a look at another batch of my old stories and go over how realistic/plausible/ethical the hypnosis actually was. (Again, skipping all of the ones that use obviously fake things like mind-control rays or hypno-drugs or what have you. Also skipping the inductions, which are obviously realistic in that they are intended to be used to hypnotize people.)

Say It: This is honestly one of my least favorite of my own stories (I think I was too eager to get to the “sexy bit” and it shows), but the hypnosis involved is very believable. The couple being introduced to hypnosis is interested, they’re in a frame of mind that allows them to focus and relax (I don’t generally advocate drinking if you’re going to do hypnosis, because alcohol inhibits your ability to focus and impairs your judgment which is not great for kink, but mildly tipsy isn’t an issue) and they’re receptive to the ideas Judy is presenting. Judy should really have done more pre-talk, let’s be honest, but she’s far from my least ethical fictional hypnotist and she’s certainly reading correctly that Hal and Minnie are in the room for some mildly kinky swinging.

Sweetest Perfection: We’ve never actually played out this specific scenario in real life, but this is drawn very heavily from real D/s experiences between myself and Lady Ru’etha. Everything described in the story is entirely achievable with real hypnosis, and the couple in the story is modeled on our real life relationship in which good consent practices are pretty important. This one gets an A+ from the Realistic Hypnokink Board, and is both the sort of thing you’d want to read about if you’re a fan of romantic mind control stories and a pretty good idea for something fun to do with hypnosis if you’re in a D/s hypno-relationship.

Voices Carry: This one is probably a tiny bit dubious, but not as much as it seems. The exchanges between Thea and James are entirely plausible, and I know because I was James. (Goddess had a brief layover in the Twin Cities one day, back when we were still in a long-distance relationship, and the timing worked out perfectly to give us a couple of hours cuddling in a secluded spot in the airport lounge. It was a wonderful evening.) But that leaves the question, could a hypnotist inadvertently hypnotize an eavesdropper, and more importantly, could they do it to the point where said eavesdropper went back under on meeting the hypnotist later on?

The answer is a solid “Maybe”. It’s pretty strongly implied that Amber is finding out that she’s got a hot button she didn’t know existed, and Thea is accidentally hammering on it like a toddler who got their “My First Phone” and “My First Tools” playsets mixed together. In that light, yes, it’s possible that Amber could go under because Amber really wants to go under and her expectations regarding hypnosis are cheerfully convincing her that it really is totally irresistible and she has no choice but to become Thea’s obedient slave. But that’s not because of anything Thea’s doing, it’s because our brains are really good at convincing us to do stuff we want to do.

Every Rose Has Its Thorn: Well, obviously it’s set in a fairly implausible fictional universe, but MistressMind is stated as using a genuine hypnotic technique of physical motion to focus the conscious mind onto her body and induce a trance state. Could that be possible? Could it produce the effects indicated in the story? Could she hypnotize an unsuspecting or unwilling subject with it?

The answers are, in order, “Yes, no, and FUCK no but then again she found that out the hard way, didn’t she?” I’m not an expert on dance, being only barely physically coordinated enough to walk and chew gum at the same time, but a focus is a focus is a focus. Anything that keeps the conscious mind paying close and careful attention to it to the exclusion of all else can be used to hypnotize people, up to and including a ham sandwich. (It’s a long story. I wasn’t there for it personally, but there are multiple witnesses.) You could absolutely use dance as the focus for an induction.

However, you certainly couldn’t use it to subvert someone’s will to the comic-booky degree that this comic-booky story indicates, and you couldn’t get them to do things like ignore their job requirements to masturbate in public or allow themselves to be handcuffed to a pillar. In the story, WildRose is presented as having uniquely indomitable willpower, but in real life this would just get you kicked in the head. That’s the only realistic part about it–people snap out of trance when asked to do sketchy stuff. (As their subconscious defines it, which is why you should NOT just assume that you can give any command you feel like and if it’s sketchy, they’ll just say no.)

True: Um…yeahno, sorry. There’s absolutely nothing about this that’s remotely believable, plausible, or ethical, and this falls purely into the realm of “it’s a hot fantasy if you have this particular sub-kink, but no more”. And there’s nothing wrong with that fantasy–a lot of people daydream about being in Julie’s place, so uniquely susceptible to the charms of a Sinister Hypnotist that after one trance, they’re instantly ready to accept every suggestion and turn themselves into a willing, pliant hypnotic plaything. In the realm of fantasy, it’s incredibly sexy.

But in the realm of reality, it’s both not achievable and not desirable. In the context of the story, Julie is obviously not someone whose subconscious is yearning to accept all of Dave’s suggestions, so there’s no question of incongruence making it easier for her to go under for him. A single trance is not enough to achieve the kind of deep rapport that makes changes to a person’s personality without their knowledge or consent possible. Those changes, should they even be possible (and I don’t know if they are because I’ve never tried because that would be incredibly unethical) would be incredibly unethical. This one should stay in the realm of fantasy where it belongs. (But I gotta say, as a fantasy, it’s a pretty good one.)

And there’s our five for now, but don’t worry, our journey will continue!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Juicy Jungle”!

October 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–“Zero Dumb Game”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Juicy Jungle” (MC FF)!

One of the nice ways that people maintain intimacy in long-distance D/s relationships is to give the submissives rituals to perform to show their obedience. Emily has a very special ritual just like that, one she performs every Saturday for her Mistress Janelle. And every time she performs in, she thinks of the time they spent together and the love they shared. Here’s a taste:

Finally, her knees a little bit wobbly from pleasure, Emily finished cleaning herself off and stepped out of the shower. The room was thick with steamy, humid air, and not for the first time Emily was grateful that her apartment had a tankless water heater. It meant that she could spend as long as she wanted in the shower, pushing her fingers in and out of her slippery cunt and whimpering out Janelle’s name as she came, and still have time for the ritual. Her favorite ritual, now.

She went to the sink and turned on the hot water, letting it get as warm as she could stand before she slid the washcloth out from under the razor and scissors and got it soaking wet. She moved the tools to the corner of the sink, next to the toilet, and turned the faucet off. Only then did she sit down on the toilet with her legs spread wide.

She looked down at her pubic mound, thinking back to the way Janelle had teased it with her fingers as they lay together on Janelle’s old mattress. Janelle was lying on her side, her head down near Emily’s waist, her eyes glittering with excitement as she ran her thumb across the smooth skin and massaged the slick fluids glistening on Emily’s labia all over until Emily’s vulva practically gleamed.

Hope you enjoy it!

Announcing Our Charmed 2018 GoFundMe!

October 15, 2017

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Charmed is coming back to Baltimore this January 12-15, and we’d really like to try to get there. It’s a very well-run con, and we feel it models good practices and deserves the support of the community, but unfortunately we’re still not in a position where we can fund our own trip on the basis of my Patreon earnings. So we (“we” in this case being Lady Ru’etha and myself) are offering our creative talents at a reduced and special rate with the specific goal of getting us to Baltimore in three months’ time.

We’re not asking for charity–anything you put into this GoFundMe will be compensated with stories, audiobooks, MP3s, and even live sessions, as well as giving us a chance to present the con to those who can’t be there to the fullest degree allowed without violating the privacy of the attendees. (In other words, no pictures and no liveblogging without permission.) We were told that the live-tweets and recaps were very useful, both to those who missed attending a panel and those who wanted the presentation collected, and we hope that we can provide that same service this year.

Even so, I know that some people will look at this campaign, at these rewards, and at crowdfunding in general as a way of simply asking for money. It’s a little disheartening, to be honest; it’s one thing to know that creative labor is always devalued by some people who want to justify getting something for free when they’re not required to pay for it, but it’s entirely another to watch someone read your work every day and every week and say, “Nah. That’s not worth my money. It’s good enough to accept for free, though.” But I’m hoping that those people represent a minority of my readers.

I already know from Patreon that there are people who do value the work I put into writing, and I can’t think you all enough for your support. I’m hoping there are some people out there who may not be able to make a regular contribution but who see something they like on the GoFundMe and want to chip in. And if you can’t, then I’m at least hoping you can signal boost the campaign to other kinky folk; signal boosting is its own form of support, and it means a lot to me too.

In short, thanks to everyone who can help out, even if it’s just by wishing us well. (But if you give us money, you’ll get cool hypnoswag.)

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Remember to Remember”!

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

Judy can’t help but feel a little bit awkward–she knew showed up to the conference room unprepared, but she didn’t expect to have forgotten an entire previous meeting! Luckily, Lin is very understanding. He’s happy to explain to her how a little forgetfulness is perfectly natural. Here’s a taste:

Judy smiled widely, the over-bright smile of someone suddenly thrown into panic mode. “Um, where we left off, I…” She opened up her organizer. It was hopelessly disorganized. “Well, it’s just that I thought this was a preliminary planning meeting.” She flipped through the stacks of dog-eared paper, but saw nothing that reminded her of any previous meetings with Lin, planning or otherwise.

“Post-preliminary,” Lin corrected calmly. He didn’t seem surprised by her ‘blonde moment’, but he didn’t seem particularly upset, either; probably Lin’s world was a constant parade of people not quite as capable as he was and he just did his best to bring them all along. “You don’t remember our previous meeting?”

Judy stared at him for a long moment without saying anything, until she realized that she had just been sitting there staring at him for a long moment without saying anything. “Well,” she said, aware that it wasn’t a strong start to her statement. But she didn’t remember any previous one-on-one meetings with Lin. She didn’t even remember what they were planning. She surreptitiously pinched herself under the table, just to make sure that this wasn’t an anxiety dream that she didn’t realize she was having.

Nope. Real. “I, um…well, it’s sort of…I thought we…” Judy frantically tried to come up with a strategy for at least bluffing her way through the next few minutes until she could get up to speed, but she was uncomfortably aware that she had spent about thirty seconds staring at Lin like a deer in the headlights and a further forty-five seconds stammering like an idiot. It was safe to say her options for verbal maneuvering were limited at this point. “Sorry,” she said, feeling utterly humiliated. “I’m drawing a blank.”

Hope you enjoy it!

The Hopefully Last Word on WEEHU

October 8, 2017

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As you already know if you’re a regular to my blog, a few weeks ago I said it looked pretty certain that I was going to be going to WEEHU. If you’re someone who follows my blog but not my Tumblr, this is the point where I officially state that this is no longer the case. My invitation to present (along with Lady Ru’etha’s) has been revoked. I’m going to quickly sum up events with links to the Tumblr posts in question, because while I love Tumblr for a lot of things, going back through archived posts ain’t one of them and I think this may be relevant in a year or so when WEEHU starts trying to drum up presenters again.

The long and short of it is, after our classes were accepted and the final schedule was sent out, I saw that Doctor Headcrash was on the schedule presenting three classes. For those of you unfamiliar with Doctor Headcrash, a couple of people have come forward with a description of his behavior at conventions here. These accounts, along with some others by people who were not willing to make their stories public, have led him to be banned from attending Entranced and NEEHU, and banned from presenting at Charmed (which amounts to a de facto attendance ban, because Headcrash doesn’t attend cons he can’t present at).

I was tangentially aware of this, because even when I was only lightly connected to the scene there’s just some stuff you hear, but I had no idea that he was so tightly linked to WEEHU that he would still be allowed to present even after everything that happened. (I’ve since learned that he’s the primary financial backer of the con, and that most of the board is composed of people with close personal ties to him.) The idea of being on a schedule with him upset both Lady Ru’etha and myself, and we decided to jointly make a public statement to the effect that our attendance was conditional on his not presenting. He should not be held up as an authority figure to any degree and in any capacity, given his history within the community.

The response from Panavatar, the person who extended our invitation to present, was simply a Tumblr post stating that anyone who needed to talk to her about anything could always email her privately. Lady Ru’etha and I replied to that post with an explanation of our reasons for not wanting to take the conversation private. Panavatar attempted to reply by email with an attempt to take the conversation private, but we made it clear that a public discussion was the only discussion to be had.

At that point, Panavatar released a second statement releasing us from our presentation and attendance obligations. (The link also contains my acknowledgment of that statement.) I’d like to take a moment to look at one particular paragraph in that statement a little closer, before I finally close the book on all this, because it’s genuinely chilling to me. Let’s get this directly quoted from Panavatar, shall we?

“WEEHU has clear standards for behavior at our event, which apply equally to all who attend. Our approach to people who have made mistakes or are in conflict is one of restorative pathways forward, where the parties involved are supported in their efforts to learn and do better in future. Providing we continue to see good-faith effort to engage in our process, those individuals continue to be welcome as attendees.”

So the first thing you can take away is that this comment, in the context of discussing Headcrash, is pretty much an admission that the complaints about him are true. This is not a defense of his innocence, this is a justification of his continued association with the con in light of his guilt. Which, on the one hand, I’m glad to see that we have moved past the “denial” stage, but at this point I really don’t want to hear anyone saying that Headcrash has done nothing wrong anymore. Even his partner isn’t willing to defend him openly.

The second thing you can take away is that while she’s not willing to defend his innocence, she’s certainly willing to minimize his guilt. Look at that phrase, “Our approach to people who have made mistakes or are in conflict…” I want you to imagine for a moment hearing that in response to a sexual assault complaint made by you, or a loved one. Imagine hearing, “Oh, yes, that person did make a mistake. They’re definitely in conflict with the other attendees.” How likely would you find it that the con really had your safety at heart?

And the back half of the sentence isn’t much better. “…is one of restorative pathways forward, where the parties involved are supported in their efforts to learn and do better in the future.” Setting aside the horrible victim-blaming inherent in lumping Headcrash and his victims together as “the parties involved” (again, this whole statement becomes instantly terrifying the moment you remember that it is in the context of a specific person and incident, not simply a bland word-mush assembled to provide plausible deniability for an organization)… this is basically a statement that could not make it clearer that there is still a place for harassers, assaulters, and other victimizers at WEEHU so long as they at least seem to be trying to do better.

This is something I’ve heard elsewhere as well, in slightly less horrifying circumstances, that we have to try to give people a path back to the community because everyone deserves a second chance and it would be terrible to force these people out of the hypnokink scene forever. And while I’m not going to say that I don’t understand that impulse, I want to make something very clear. When you allow the victimizer to stay in the community, you are forcing the victim out. Not literally–nobody’s pointing a finger at them and saying, “You are not welcome”–but you are forcing them to make a choice between leaving the scene and being around a constant, living reminder of their traumatic experience. To most people, that is forcing them out. If that doesn’t change your mind, then it doesn’t, but I don’t think anyone should be ignorant of the dynamics of that choice.

The last sentence, of course, is merely a reiteration of WEEHU’s stance that “To have murdered so many people in such a short space of time is really awful, and I really am very, very, very sorry that I did it” is just fine as far as they’re concerned, along with a contradiction of the actions they’ve taken in the statement justifying the actions that they’ve taken. Because of course, Headcrash isn’t simply “welcome as an attendee”. He’s being presented as an authority in the field, one whose actions are to be emulated if not imitated. Far from being someone on a “restorative pathway”, he’s being held up as an exemplar of conduct for others to follow.

And that’s why I can’t see myself returning to WEEHU, and why I would recommend anyone take a long hard look at the con before they go back. Because I strongly suspect that as far as the organizers are concerned…he kind of is.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “The Kidnap Show”!

October 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–“Five-Finger Discount”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “The Kidnap Show” (MC MF MD)!

Lexi’s friend Madison told her about the craziest show on public access television. It’s on in the middle of the night, and it features…well, Madison didn’t explain that part. She just said Lexi had to see it to believe it. Lexi’s awake to see it. And she’s going to find that she can’t not believe it. Here’s a taste:

Lexi had just gotten to the point where she had convinced herself that she was ‘resting her eyes’ waiting for the show to start when the sound of blaring organ music startled her into wakefulness. She blinked rapidly to refocus her gaze on the television, and saw a logo of stark white letters on a background that was a swirling spiral of dark gray on darker gray. ‘THE KIDNAP SHOW’, it read. The organ music ratcheted up in its intensity until Lexi half-expected the logo to cut away to an undead Vincent Price frantically hammering away at the keyboard.

Instead, it cut away (well, almost cut away–hilariously, the logo didn’t quite fade out properly, instead faintly showing like a watermark on the screen) to a young man in his mid-twenties, wearing a white shirt with ruffled sleeves that hadn’t been popular since Beau Brummel and dark pants. He was glaring at the camera with what was presumably supposed to be smoldering intensity, but a couple of things kept him from pulling it off. First, he had a skinny neck with a prominent adam’s apple, a nose that could charitably be called Roman but which would more accurately be termed as parrot-like, ears that stuck out almost ninety degrees from his head, and a frizzy mop of hair, all of which distracted from his eyes pretty thoroughly.

Secondly, the camera clearly wasn’t where he thought it was, so his smoldering gaze was directed just a little bit to the left and it made him look more like he was really really irritated with his floor manager for not getting the spiral to go away like it was supposed to. Lexi was already choking down great snorts of laughter.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for September 2017

October 5, 2017

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I didn’t get to my blog entry on Sunday as I usually do because of a bad head cold that left me with just enough spoons to do my daily captions and embroil myself in some convention drama that I may describe in more detail in this weekend’s post (I’m trying to get a resolution before I say anything more here, but if you follow my Tumblr page, you already know about it). But I don’t want to cheat you out of a blog post, so let’s get around to talking about last month’s stories, shall we?

More Than a Feeling: I’ve had this one in mind for a while; every time I heard this song on the radio, I found myself thinking about what it meant for something to be “more than a feeling”. I eventually settled around the idea of a powerful, mystical intuition that was irresistible, which meant I was in superhero territory, and I came up with a hero who would rely on that. And naturally, if it’s a mind control story, her intuition has to get “hacked” by a supervillain, and naturally, if you’re hacking the cosmic forces of good, it’s going to hack right back. It was one of those ideas that seemed to flow pretty nicely once I sat down and wrote it.

Notepad: This one was inspired by some of the people I’ve followed on Tumblr; there are some very nice folks out there who are pretty adventurous when it comes to hypnosis play with strangers, and who consider hypnotic amnesia to be a desirable effect of that kind of play. To them, part of the heat is waking up with no real memory of what happened beyond the post-coital bliss. I took that central idea and combined it with the title to create a story of a woman who uses automatic writing as both a safety feature and a memento, and then added a little subversion because fantasy mind control is a place where being less in control than you think you are is hot and not scary.

Vacant Moan: When I saw this title, I actually bounced around quite a bit on the idea. At first, it was going to be a husband watching a video of his wife being hypnotized and enslaved by a lesbian hypno-domme, and his gradual realization that he’s not okay with unethtically-sourced threesomes because he’s a creepy voyeur but because he’s been brainwashed by repeated viewings of the tape. I reserve the right to go back to that idea at some point, but I decided I wanted something more intimate for this story. I wanted the voyeur to be watching the brainwashing live and in person, and for there to be an element of unrequited desire to it. Hence the phone calls and the sexual orientations of the characters. But again, I preserved the idea that in the end, it’s brainwashing keeping the central character from stepping in.

(Oh, and it’s set in Hawaii with a native Hawaiian character because representation.)

Free Coffee: This one was pretty simple–I saw the title “Free Coffee”, and I figured that anyone giving away free coffee in one of my stories would be spiking it with hypno-drugs. Which led to the idea of a cafe that drugged and kidnapped people with free samples of their coffee, then sold them into slavery. And since all that sounded a bit bleak, I decided to give the main character just enough of a connection to the world that the Sinister Mind Controller decided she was too much trouble to kidnap and simply turned her into a sexual submissive. Which is much more fun.

Quill Pen Feather: This one was an elaboration of some trance imagery I’d used in play; I went to pens and writing because it was a concept that lent itself well to this particular hypnotic session (he says, eliding over a number of details). I decided to write it out and record it for personal use, and with permission I posted the written version. You’re probably not likely to hear the recording; it was personalized a bit, and I think it’s best in the hands of the person it was intended for.

And that’s all for this month; join me on Sunday for another blog post (and very shortly for another Sneak Peek) and next month for another Liner Notes!