Archive for April, 2018

Liner Notes for April 2018

April 29, 2018

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Hi all! It’s the end of another month, and that means it’s time to look at the stories I posted that month and talk about what went into them. Let’s get started, shall we?

Z-Word: I saw this title, and it brought to mind two things immediately – censorship and memory loss. Either the person can’t say/think it because it’s forbidden, or because they can only remember the first letter of the word. Since those two things combine nicely to describe the way an amnesia trigger works, I naturally jumped to the conclusion that the Z-word the protagonist is pointedly not saying or thinking is a trigger that does something to their head, and that was pretty much 90% of the story right there.

I did wind up enjoying the little details of the protagonist’s life in this story; I did a little bit of research on the Peabody, just to keep things from standing out as wrong to anyone who knew the place (I did get a letter from a fan from the area, who said I did pretty good even if the odds of finding an empty room in the staff area are virtually nil while the museum is open). But mostly I wanted this to be a smart, personable woman with a STEM background who has ambitions for a career in science, and I backfilled the details around that. I did that for two reasons: One, the erotic part of my stories is the mind control, and the more obvious it is that the mind is under control, the hotter it is. That doesn’t mean that everyone has to be a prude or a nerd, but it means they have to be like real people at the end of the day who you care about as characters. If I wrote empty, dull people and had them turn into empty, dull slaves, how would you even know?

And two… look, I’m not under any delusions that I’m writing world-changing material here. At the end of the day, it is smut, people read it to get off, and they don’t necessarily take away big moral lessons. But I still feel like representation matters. I want people to see themselves in my characters, to be able to say that yes, they can have a kinky sex life and an interest in paleontology, and that it’s okay to enjoy sex as the person you are. If it pushes back even a little against the tide of porn that doesn’t seem to like sex or people very much, I’m good with that at the end of the day.

Pussy Liquor: This came out of a number of places, honestly. In part, it was due to me overthinking my glib assertion that Eris is “immune to all known poisons, toxins and drugs” in ‘XOXOX’. I found myself wondering how that worked, whether she would have problems with things like headaches and surgeries and things because her body simply neutralized the painkillers, and I came away with the idea that she produced counter-agents to drugs rather than simply becoming immune to them. Which brought me to the idea of someone realizing she was a walking pharmaceutical lab, and trying to use a non-drug method of mind control to get her to produce specific toxins on command. Obviously, they had to be compounds that the villain couldn’t synthesize on their own, which meant they had to be ones they produced naturally. Which meant blood, sweat, saliva or semen, basically, and blood was the one that gave the villain the most incentive to find an artificial alternative.

The Sequined Ragestorm and Iridescent Killing Machine, on the other hand, came out of some long fun conversations with Thrallflower that weren’t originally about superheroes at all. In both cases, she just came up with a wonderful turn of phrase that I joked sounded like an excellent name for a superhero (“sequined ragestorm” was her description for Columbia in ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’, and “iridescent killing machine” was her description of a hummingbird. Both are entirely correct.) And we wound up making up imaginary powers for them, and I decided I wanted to put them into the story because they perfectly encapsulate the style of comics Grant Morrison writes and that was a comics pastiche I hadn’t really done yet. (I told Thrallflower that Grant Morrison has spent his whole life trying to come up with a name that sounds like “Iridescent Killing Machine”, and he’d be extremely jealous to find out that she did it by accident.)

And because one of Morrison’s more common tropes is superheroes that have alternative sexual orientations/identities and don’t feel bound by society’s conventions, I thought it made sense for them to be non-binary (also a request of several fans) and eschew secret identities. They are who they are, they live publicly and unapologetically as super-powered individuals, and you can take them or leave them. And of course, with practically everyone monetizing social media to make a living, I thought it was about time that a super got in on the act. I think they wound up being the best part of the story, mind-controlled as they are, and I would happily put them back in at some future date.

Hands and Knees: This was a commission by one of my Patrons, who asked for something involving femdom and breast-based hypnosis. They were otherwise pretty generous with the brief, so I had a lot of room to work with, and I think I must have been getting an overdose of “patriarchy porn” in my Tumblr feed because it wound up being very much about a woman who decided to turn the tables on her wannabe Dom boyfriend with breast-based hypnosis. It really wasn’t any harder than that, honestly.

Your Horoscope for Today: I’ll be honest–sometimes it’s much easier to do flash fiction than it is to do even a short story. Sketching out the quick details of a scene in 400-500 words is usually easy and fun, and part of the reason I’ve been happy to do it every day is that it can be a nice break from having to plot out a full story. So when I saw this Weird Al song title, it occurred to me that it would be a good way to get a story done while taking a break from writing a story – I could just write twelve little flash pieces set to the zodiac, call it a newspaper horoscope from a weird little town where the paper is run by a sinister hypnotist, and call it a day!

It turned out to be a little trickier than that – twelve flash pieces is a lot of flash pieces – but still, it worked pretty much the way I wanted to, and I’m very happy with it. (For the record, I’m a Leo, so would have to watch out for sinister astronomy-based hypnosis traps.)

And that’s a wrap for the month! Join me next week for another blog entry, and next month for another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “X’ed Out”!

April 26, 2018

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–“Your Horoscope for Today”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “X’ed Out” (MC MD MF)!

Ever wonder what it’s like to be brainwashed so thoroughly that you only think what you’ve been told to think? In this story, one slave describes the way that her thoughts have been circumscribed by her Master… and the way that she loves every second of it. Here’s a taste:

My mind keeps curving around things, things a good girl isn’t supposed to remember. Things a good girl isn’t allowed to think about. It feels like some of my thoughts have simply been crossed out, red-penned into illegibility by a particularly strict editor. Every time my stream of consciousness begins to approach them, I find myself pleasantly distracted; it gets harder and harder to concentrate on them and easier and easier to think about how good it feels not to think about them, until my mind simply swerves away. Imagine walking up a hill that gets steeper and steeper the closer you get, with nothing but smooth flat plains on either side. Sooner or later it’s easier to just…go around.

Oh God am I wet just thinking about it. Of course I’m allowed to know that I have things in my head that I’m not allowed to know about. That’s half the fun of it. It makes me so horny to struggle to remember all the commands Master gave me, the ones hidden behind thick red X’s in my brain, only to realize that I’m not really trying to think about them at all. I’m thinking about how good it feels not to think about them, how deliciously drowsy and compliant it makes me when I remember that obedient girls think only the thoughts that Master allows them to think.

Hope you enjoy it!

Mind Control Alert! (The, Um, Good Kind)

April 22, 2018

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As you may be aware if you, um, participate in popular culture in any way, shape or form, we are just five short days away from the release of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’, the latest tentpole-of-tentpoles movie from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. This is going to be the culmination of a lot of ongoing plotlines that they’ve been threading through the Marvel movies to date (or at least as much of a culmination as a movie that’s already got a release date for its sequel can be) and will deal much more heavily with villain Thanos and his quest for the Infinity Stones.

(For those of you who aren’t following the movies: Thanos wants to kill half the population of the universe because he thinks we’re violating some sort of ‘cosmic balance’, and the Infinity Stones give their holder complete mastery over an aspect of existence – Time, Space, Mind, Soul, Power, and Reality, respectively.)

So obviously yes, we’ve got the Mind Stone in play, and it seems very likely that at some point during the film, Thanos will get hold of this artifact and gain potentially complete power over every mind in the universe. Presumably it requires at least a little more skill in wielding it than he possesses in order to do that, or the movie would be pretty short after that. But that’s not the only big mind control thing involved.

See, Thanos has a group of henchbeings called the Black Order that he sends out to do his busywork, a bit more like having an executive assistant to fetch you coffee than a serious thug to beat down your enemies. They mostly do scouting and mop-up work, and occasionally act as his emissaries when he’s busy elsewhere (and one of them, Supergiant, tends to have the job of taking it on the chin from superheroes to “test their defneses”) but the one who’s very relevant for our purposes is Ebony Maw.

Ebony Maw has the power of “superhuman persuasion”. He doesn’t fight his enemies; he does the whole, ‘whoa, whoa, I’m not here to fight you’ shtick, then talks very reasonably to them until by the end they’re entirely convinced that betraying humanity and serving Thanos is the right course of action and they don’t know why they hadn’t thought of it sooner. In the comics, Ebony Maw turned Doctor Strange into a spy and double-agent for the Black Order within the heroes’ ranks, essentially mind-controlling one of the strongest-willed Avengers into servitude with nothing more than his charm and wit.

Doctor Strange is in ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. So is Ebony Maw. I’m just saying that if you’re a mind control fan with a thing for Benedict Cumberbatch, you might get a very nice surprise in a few days.

EDIT TO ADD: No spoilers of significance, but they changed Ebony Maw somewhat for the movie. He does not have superhuman persuasion, but instead is telekinetic. So, um, this one’s more for the bondage fans, maybe?

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Umbrella”!

April 19, 2018

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–“Hands and Knees”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting a new story, “Umbrella” (MC MF FD)!

Ryan’s taking a weekend to attend a convention for cross-stitchers, and unfortunately he’s finding that some of his fellow hobbyists can be a bit imperious. Possibly a touch condescending. Certainly very unyielding in their opinions. And one of them is of the opinion that he’s just taken their umbrella. Or at least, that’s what she says… Here’s a taste.

She smiled graciously at his tiny concession. “I know, it’s bad luck,” she said, as she popped open the umbrella. “But if it’s the only way to settle this…there! You see?” She angled the canopy towards his face, her expression triumphant. “It’s a very distinctive pattern. I assure you, this umbrella belongs to me.”

Ryan leaned in a little closer, looking for some kind of watermark or optical effect or anything at all beyond the simple black on white on black on white. But he didn’t see anything. Then again, he didn’t really expect to. “I’m sorry,” he said, continuing his unbroken string of conciliatory comments into what felt like the third straight day. “But I’m just not seeing anything distinctive.”

Miriam didn’t seem bothered by his confusion. If anything, she looked like she expected nothing more out of him. “Well, here,” she said, her voice filled with tightly controlled exasperation. “Watch this and tell me you don’t notice anything special.” She began to twist the handle with one hand, while holding the shaft in the other. The canopy began to turn slowly, the edges of the black blurring into the white as it began to gently spin.

Hope you enjoy it!

Surprisingly Hot Mind Control: The Truce at Bakura

April 15, 2018

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Every once in a while, you’ll be reading something vanilla (usually science fiction or fantasy) and you’ll come upon something that just hammers very hard on your mind control fetish button out of nowhere. Not necessarily in a series that’s known for big, obviously fetishy mind control, like Chris Claremont’s X-Men, or even in a series that plays with the tropes frequently or casually, like Tom Baker’s Doctor Who, but a series that barely uses any mind control at all.

Which brings us nicely to ‘The Truce at Bakura’. It was a Star Wars book that came out in 1994, not long after the Thrawn Trilogy made Star Wars books seem like big, prestige events that continued the Star Wars saga after the end of ‘Return of the Jedi’ and well before they became a cottage industry, and it told a story set right after the Battle of Endor. Like, right right after, like Luke is still nursing his Force lightning wounds after. And the Rebels get a distress signal from an Imperial outpost saying, “Oh, hey, shit, Emperor? We’ve got scary aliens attacking!” But since the Emperor is dead and the Empire is collapsing, the Rebels decide they’re really the only people who can help. So they saddle up and ride off to Bakura, where they encounter the Ssi-Ruuk, the scary reptilian aliens that are attacking.

There’s a lot that happens in the book, most of which involves the seeming invincibility of the Ssi-Ruuk, their scary scary technology that sucks out people’s life energies and uses them to power the Ssi-Ruuk’s technology, and your usual good vs evil stuff. But one of the things that really comes out of nowhere is that there’s a human Force adept serving the Ssi-Ruuk, out of his own free will and due to his intense love for his masters. He thinks about that a lot, how free his will is and how much he just really loves the Ssi-Ruuk more than anything including his own life, but every once in a while it falters…

And they zap him with a brainwashing gun. And in that exact instant, he remembers that they do this to him all the time, that he’s completely hypnotized into loving his captors and that he only realizes that he’s brainwashed while they’re actively doing the process and he’s going to forget it as soon as they turn it off and go back to believing that he isn’t affected by the brainwashing that they use on everyone else and that he, alone among all their brainwashed slaves, doesn’t need to be hypnotized at all…

And then they turn it off, and he’s so relieved that it didn’t work and that his surrender to the Ssi-Ruuk is all his own idea.

Don’t get me wrong, I have no particular fetish about reptilian aliens or Star Wars or anything else involved in this book. But fuck, when that scene comes out of absolutely nowhere, it’s… um, yeah, it’s pretty fucking hot. I’m fully convinced that things like this are why we have so many geeky brainwashing fetishists.

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “The Boys of Summer” and “Graded on a Curve”!

April 12, 2018

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–“Pussy Liquor”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two stories, “The Boys of Summer” (MC MF MD RB) and “Graded on a Curve” (MC MF MD)!

In “The Boys of Summer”, it’s time for Revolution Technologies to finally unveil their competing line of sexbots, and Cara is one of the first in line to get a Boy(tm) of her very own! But she’s about to find out the hard way that the Boys have some very different plans for their owners than the Girls do. Here’s a taste:

Cara had to take out a few of those foam dividers, but it only took a few moments’ work before she finally saw him. He was curled up nude in the box like Arnold Schwarzenegger at the beginning of ‘Terminator’, his midnight-blue plastic muscles contrasting beautifully with the white cardboard. She looked around next to him, but didn’t see a manual or a charger or anything. There wasn’t even a sheet of paper labeled ‘Quick Start Guide’. How did she even turn him on? Do a striptease and grab his crotch?

Thankfully, she didn’t need to worry about it for long. After a few seconds, the Boy stood up in a single smooth motion, straightened his body like he was taking a deep breath for the first time, and opened his eyes to reveal an electric blue glow that flickered like two tiny strobe lights. He smiled, the same confident grin Cara remembered from the billboard, and said, “I know what you need.”

Cara shivered at the sound of his voice. It had a rich, harmonic baritone quality to it, smoky like a mellow bourbon, and every word seemed to stroke her body like a velvet glove. “Mmm?” she muttered, already very aware of how much her pussy was doing the thinking for her. She’d been daydreaming about this moment, daydreaming and night-dreaming and wet-dreaming and now that it was here she could barely even speak. If her Boy knew what she needed, she was more than happy to let him take the lead.

While in “Graded on a Curve”, Sandi knows full well what an unscrupulous mind controller might do to her if she’s not careful, which is why she’s asked her psychology professor to give her a little trance resistance training. After all, she’s very susceptible to hypnosis. Very, very susceptible. Here’s a taste:

Professor Tate gazed at her with warm, sympathetic eyes. The only eyes she could really let herself look into anymore, ever since that day in his ‘Approaches to Therapy’ course when he first demonstrated hypnosis to the class. She didn’t even volunteer, but just listening to his warm, soothing voice as he went through an induction was enough to leave her slumped semi-conscious in her seat gazing vacantly at the floor. The other students hadn’t noticed, thank goodness, or she’d no doubt have been turned into someone’s mindless slave long before now, but Professor Tate had spotted the signs. He could tell that Sandi was a natural hypnotic subject, virtually incapable of resisting trance.

Or escaping it, Sandi realized, as Professor Tate snapped his fingers a few times to pull her free of his gaze. “That’s better,” he said, as her eyes refocused. She sat up straight and looked away from him, determined to keep her mind on their work as he went on. “Now, let’s talk about your attempts to resist just now. How much do you remember after I told you I was going to hypnotize you?”

Sandi tried to pull her scattered memories together, drawing them into a narrative as best she could. “I remember you took out a, a pendulum,” she said, her eyes staring at nothing as she pictured the image in her mind. “And you told me that…that the more I tried to look away, the more…exhausted I’d become.” She could already hear her voice taking on a loose, drowsy quality as she let the memory grow more and more solid in her head, knowing she was slipping away into its grip but unable to stop herself. “Had to keep…staring…” She sighed, feeling her body becoming more and more deliciously relaxed with every passing moment.

Hope you enjoy them!

Duller-But-Substantially-More-Accurate Liner Notes for March 2018

April 8, 2018

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Okay, so now that it’s no longer April 1st, let’s talk about how I really got my ideas for this week’s stories. It’s not as much fun, but it’s true. And truth is duller than fiction, right?

Windfall: In truth, this one was sparked by the dual meaning of the title; I thought about the main character finding something that was both a windfall for them in the sense of unexpected good fortune, and a windfall in the sense that it was borne on the wind and landed in their backyard. Which brought me to the idea of puffballs and spores–I think there’s always something kind of creepily fascinating about puffballs, the way that you give them this little poke and this puff of mysterious dust comes out. And that connects to a common mind control fetish, the idea of inhaling a dust or powder that fogs your brain. So I had that kind of ticking along in my head, along with the idea of some sort of ancient spores deep under the permafrost, finally unthawing after tens of thousands of years and ready to propagate.

I combined that image with the idea of someone who was lonely (both in the sense of “not many people where they were” and “not many people of their orientation where they were”) and who would view a brainwashing spore as a genuine blessing. And of course, any moral objections she might have were papered over by her being a victim of the puffballs as well as a propagator, because there’s nothing quite as hot as an unreliable narrator insisting that everyone else is brainwashed, but they’re obeying of their own free will. From there, it progressed in the usual geometric serial recruitment fashion.

Queen of the Silver Dollar: I think that as a writer, I’m often fascinated by the idea of valuable coins, simply because it’s so much wealth contained in such a portable (and unless you’re an expert, possibly unobtrusive) fashion. It’s the perfect thing for a character to covet, steal, and generally behave in conflict-generating ways over. So when I saw this song title, I immediately thought of a rare and valuable silver dollar, and of a woman who controlled anyone who touched it thanks to a magic spell (that also granted her immortality thanks to the fraction of their soul that went into the coin).

It sat like that for a long while in my head, because I couldn’t get past the same problem Maude has in the story–once a coin gets to a certain level of value, people don’t actually touch them anymore. They handle them through gloves, they put them in museums, they treat them like artifacts instead of things. I knew that Maude made the dollar to be passed along from person to person, each one spending it and handing it over to a new victim as it went through the usual chain of provenance money goes through, and I knew that at some point she would have seen her supply of thralls dry up as people stopped touching the coin. I pictured her with a coterie of very elderly men trying to persuade the new owner to just run his finger over it, I pictured her as an elderly woman trying to trick one last person into becoming her supplicant and revitalizing her. But in the end, I jumped over that to the point where she solved her problem and seduced her way back into her prime. I think it worked better as a story that way.

Never Ending: I wanted a very simple mood piece when I wrote this, really just something that was about the pleasure of sinking into endless hypnotic bliss (and although it’s not specified, I do think that Sandra and Jayden have a consensual hypnotic D/s relationship). And when I saw this title, I did think of the way that a good trance doesn’t feel like there’s a bottom to it, and the way that a spiral never seems to have a true center, and I merged the two things into some (I hope) very hot imagery.

Xanax and Wine: I think I saw this in a list of U2 song titles, and it caught my interest in a “Hmm, that’s a catchy title!” sort of way. I decided to at least do a little reading on Xanax to see if it brought me any ideas, and seeing that it does have some weird interactions with alcohol that amplify things like disinhibition and sedation caused me to imagine someone who had a particular neural quirk that turned the two together into a mind control cocktail. (NOTE: I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but GOOD LORD do not try this with anyone ever. Even if you have their enthusiastic and informed consent, there are a lot of other negative interactions between the two drugs that will result not so much in “fun sexy times” as “hello, 911, we just did something really stupid that our doctor specifically told us not to do times”. If you want to do something like this consensually, put in a hypnotic suggestion and use a placebo. SERIOUSLY.)

In any event, because I didn’t want to necessarily write a super realistic story about someone being drugged into inability to consent and then having a ton of sex, I came up with a semi-plausible scenario in which someone who likes to drink also has to take Xanax regularly, and uses it as part of their consensual sex life in a way that keeps them from doing anything stupid while they’re doped up. And yes, there’s definitely hints there that it’s a stronger effect than either woman realizes and that she’s getting more powerfully head-fucked than she knows, but that’s there as a take-it-or-leave-it thing, and if all you want to read about is hot lesbian consensual sex that involves sleepy obedience, it’s there for you. And in a way, aren’t we all winners when that happens?

My Happy Ending: So this one came about because I had just written “Never Ending”, and I was singing in the shower but I didn’t really know the words or the tune to “Never Ending”. I’d just seen the title. So my brain decided to substitute in “My Happy Ending”, which I had heard, which of course led me to think about how a handjob is called in sex work “a happy ending” to a massage, and then my muse (which has never been good at staying completely serious even at the best of times) pictured someone asking for a massage “with a happy ending” and getting a fairy tale. And then it occurred to me that this would be a great, if hilariously weird, way of doing a confusion induction when combined with a lot of teasing, and at that point it all just sort of tumbled out.

(The stories are Rapunzel, Peter Rabbit, Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White, and finally Anne Rice’s revisionist take on Sleeping Beauty. Just in case anyone was wondering.)

And there we go, that’s the official version in the books–see you next week with a new entry, and at the beginning of May with a new set of Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Valentine’s Treatment” and “Quiet Your Mind”!

April 5, 2018

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–“Z-Word”, previously teased as an Early Bird Reward story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA (although due to Simon’s well-deserved vacation it will be popping up only on Literotica this week). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Valentine’s Treatment” (MC MM) and “Quiet Your Mind” (MC)!

“Valentine’s Treatment”: Michael Valentine has been kidnapped… or so he believes. Michael Valentine is being brainwashed. Or so he thinks. Michael Valentine is the victim of gaslighting from his tormentors… but that’s not what they’re telling him. He knows he’s right… doesn’t he? Here’s a taste.

He’s startled out of his realization by their hands, yanking down the cotton pants he only just now notices he was wearing. Pajama pants. He doesn’t remember going to sleep. He starts to speak again, but one of the men blasts him with a spray of warm water from a hose on the wall, and he grips the railing tightly in surprise. He notices a plastic bracelet on his wrist. It has a barcode on it that looks like every other barcode he’s ever seen.

He feels like he’s trying to solve a puzzle without enough pieces and without enough sleep. His thoughts seem sluggish, like he’s been running for days on nothing but black coffee and his brain is all gummed up. He doesn’t know if there’s a way any of this could make sense, but the strung-out feeling makes it impossible to work out what’s going on. One of the men begins scrubbing him with a sponge on the end of a stick, working up a thick and soapy lather all over his body. Every time he tries to cover himself or push it away, they spray him with more warm water. After a while, he forces himself to concentrate on staying upright.

“Quiet Your Mind”: Another of my hypnotic induction pieces, this one focuses on suggestions to increase suggestibility, help with absorbing triggers and amnesia suggestions, and submit more easily and effectively to the hypnotist reading it. If you do not feel comfortable with those suggestions and are concerned about them taking effect without your conscious intention for them to do so, I would recommend skipping this one. But if you’re not not concerned about them taking effect, here’s a look at the induction:

“You know what that special place is. It’s trance. Trance is nothing more than a state of focus and relaxation, and you’re very focused right now and you’re very relaxed. My words have put you into a light trance, and it’s okay if you wind up going deeper. You know that you can go exactly as deep as you need to in order to continue doing whatever you were doing when you started listening to me, while still letting my actual voice simply become a warm and soothing background noise that your conscious mind can easily tune out. You like the sound of my voice, it makes you happy and content, and so really it doesn’t matter what I’m saying. Your deep self will remember, while your waking mind forgets.

“And every time you listen to me, that becomes easier. You have such a talented, focused mind, and you know that there’s nothing you can’t achieve once you put all the strength of your will behind it. And right now, your will is turned toward centering all your thoughts on your focus. Your will is turned toward improving your skill at forgetting to remember, and remembering to forget. So of course you’re going to let these words slip away. Of course they’re going to seem distant and unimportant to you. Of course you’re going to remember only the sound of my voice, only the peace and pleasure that you got from tuning out my words and letting your deep self do all the remembering. That’s exactly what a very good pet should do right now.

I hope you enjoy them!

Liner Notes for March 2018

April 1, 2018

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Hi all! It’s another month gone by, and so that means it’s time to talk about last month’s stories and some of the things that inspired me to write them! You all know the drill, so let’s get started, shall we?

Windfall: This one came out of a trip I took to North Dakota last spring, fairly early on when the snow was just melting. It’s a pretty desolate place up near Brumba Wildlife Refuge, and I thought it might be a good setting for a story even when we first got there, but it was when we found the community of blank-eyed fungus slaves tending field upon field of crimson puffballs that I thought there was real potential for an erotic mind control story there. As it turned out, I may not have made a good choice when I decided to focus group the idea with the mindless spore zombies directly; they were very polite, but I think I may have given them the idea to mail envelopes of spores all over the world in an effort to enslave the human race.

(As an aside, don’t open any letters postmarked from South Dakota any time soon. I don’t want to kinkshame if you genuinely do want to be enslaved by alien puffball spores that turn you into mindless lesbian sluts; it’s just a basic safety thing.)

Queen of the Silver Dollar: I first got the idea for this one when I was reading up on rare and valuable currency for my story “Criminal”, where a 1933 Double Eagle features into the opening sequence. I wound up needing to do a little extra research for that, so I asked some questions of a few coin collectors with an online presence. It was a little bit embarrassing, having to admit that it was for mind control porn, but it turned out to have a very useful payoff – one of them was deeply concerned about the growing and sinister influence of an immortal sorceress who used her talents to bewitch and enslave everyone who touched her magical coin.

I did take some liberties with the story, just for the sake of flow; usually, the real Maude doesn’t bother seducing her victims, she merely walks up behind them and presses the coin to the back of their neck and shouts, “YOUR SOUL IS MINE!” But that’s not really the sort of thing you can get six pages out of, so I decided to elaborate it more into what I would like to see rather than what actually happens. (Oh, I also left out the bit about her victims aging to death at twice the normal rate. Because depressing much?)

Never Ending: Not going to lie, this one is based on some real events as well. The real “Sandra” (names have been changed, naturally) hasn’t woken up in about five years now, thanks to Google Glass; with the spiral superimposed on her field of vision 24/7, there’s really no need for her ever to think again. Every year on her birthday, I do ask her subconscious self whether she wants to stop being my mindless slave, because I am a big believer in enthusiastic consent, but she seems to be pretty content to just wander through life in a helpless daze of obedience, so I feel pretty good about this one.

(That’s why I push the Patreon pretty hard, by the way. I’m earning for two.)

Xanax and Wine: No, this hasn’t ever happened to me, just in case you were wondering. Certainly, when I did some of the clinical research studies responsible for bringing Xanax to market, I did notice that some of my test subjects tended to become blank and compliant when under the influence of the drug combined with alcohol, but I never took advantage of that situation. That simply wouldn’t be ethical. I simply noted it under ‘potential side effects’, advised them not to drink while taking the medicine, and left the rest purely in the realm of fantasy where it belongs. I suggest that my readers do the same.

My Happy Ending: This one’s got a kind of a funny story behind it – I was in Dallas on a business trip (during my years in the pharmaceutical industry, as previously mentioned) when my friend Gordo mentioned a massage parlor I should try out. Well, one thing led to another, and before you knew it I was brainwashed into mindless obedience at the hands of a sinister dominatrix who used bizarre confusion inductions to throw her victims mentally off-balance while she turned their own sexual desires against them to bind them into her thrall! It’s the craziest thing, I know, but sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

In case you’re wondering, no, I don’t have her address. I haven’t heard from her ever since she got a strange letter and moved to North Dakota.

And that’s it for this month’s stories! It’s just possible that I might revisit this again next week, when we’re a little bit further into April and I’ve gotten all the foolishness out of my system. Until then, have a good Easter and I hope you find some humor in the day’s events!