Archive for May, 2018

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Counting Stars”!

May 31, 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–“Smells Like Teen Spirit”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Counting Stars” (MC FF MD)!

Leon’s invited a young woman to do a little stargazing with him, out in the countryside. She thinks she knows what that means, and she’s more than happy to come along, but it turns out that Leon’s got a very different idea of counting stars than she’s used to. Here’s a taste:

“Seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five…” I thought it would get harder as I went on, but if anything, it’s getting easier. My mind is focused like a laser, refusing to let anything distract me from my count. I’m counting out loud to make sure I don’t lose my place, and it really helps. Even when Leon talks to me, I just sort of tune it out and let it slip to the back of my mind as I focus on the way that the numbers keep going up and up and up with every new star I see. I let my eyes drift from star to star to star, and nothing can break my concentration. It’s almost relaxing. Like meditation.

“One hundred five, one hundred six, one hundred seven, one hundred eight…” It’s so peaceful up here, just us and the stars. No cars, no sirens, nothing but Leon’s voice in my ears and the night sky, and I’m not really even listening to Leon’s voice. It’s nice, don’t get me wrong; he has that kind of mellow, smooth baritone that makes a woman shiver a little in a good way. But I don’t really feel like moving much right now. I’m staying focused on the sky. On the numbers. Moving feels too much like work, too distracting. I just want to keep watching, allowing my head to stay perfectly still so I always see the same stars. It’s getting hard to even think about moving now.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Liner Notes for May 2018

May 28, 2018

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As is the custom at the end of the month, I like to take a look back at the stories I’ve written and give some kind of insight into how I went from the initial germ of inspiration to the final finished form. Here’s the stories for last month!

Front Porch Thing: This is actually a country song, I believe, with the “thing” in question being making out on the front porch, but come on. The second you see that, you picture some sort of hideous-but-lovable monstrosity looming on the front porch, kind of like if the Addams Family was into landscaping. As soon as I saw the title, I knew that a) everyone in the story would have one and think it was completely common, and b) the protagonist would be utterly freaked by both the thing and everyone else’s blase reaction to it. After that, it was just a matter of finessing the details (I came up with so many takeover scenarios I decided to make that the gimmick for the story) and deciding whether to include an epilogue of her going back to college with a pod of her own. (Unnecessary.)

It wound up being more of a commentary than I expected on the current political climate, with the main character explicitly making a parallel between the sudden forest of front porch things and the sudden forest of Trump signs. I think there’s something to the idea that part of what horrified so many of us about Trump is that seemingly sensible people got utterly taken in almost overnight by this con man who was willing to say anything to anyone. It’s almost easier to believe that they’ve been taken over by pod people.

Autopilot: Obviously, self-driving cars are inching closer and closer to becoming a real, everyday part of our civilization, and when I saw the title of this song I made a connection to self-driving cars very easily. Which of course led to the realization that they would make an excellent mobile kidnap-and-brainwash service; once you had them inside, the machine would be totally in charge, creating a sense of passivity that would be perfect for brainwashing. And you could drive them to any destination that you wanted to in order to continue the process.

The main character became a tech-head pretty much because it was the most natural way to exposit the details of the self-driving vehicle, and the setting resolved itself around the question, “Why would someone want to take a taxi?” And beyond that, it was pretty much just writing a sexy brainwashing sequence.

Kill 4 U: This one’s been on my radar a while; after I originally joked about all the song titles with “4 U” in them, I actually did the work of looking it up on a song lyrics website, and developing the backstory behind the MKPerfect Corporation (as you might imagine, it’s a further refinement of the CIA’s infamous MKUltra program). I knew that the contradicting directives of the first story (“pleasure this woman!” “enslave this woman!”) were the signs of a developing schism among the people in charge of the corporation, and that it would eventually spill out into open violence. A story explicitly named “Kill 4 U” seemed like a good place to make that all happen.

Since someone did ask about it on Literotica–no, 4U can’t become her own owner just by picking up the certificate. It’s “subject to terms and conditions”, and just as one of those terms is that the new owner can’t act against the interests of the Directors, another is that service units can never own themselves. These are people who’ve spent a lot of time thinking of all the ways that their toys could be used against them, and it’s no coincidence that the only real threat to them comes from within. (And having already written the next story, it’s definitely a threat they’re not taking seriously enough.)

Just Another Story: I may have mentioned that sometimes my internal muse gets a little bit, um, loopy. And loves a challenge. Seeing a song title that explicitly seemed to be an anti-story title, describing “just another story”, led me down the rabbit hole of someone in the story reading a story about someone reading a story designed to hypnotize them, little knowing they were being hypnotized as well. It gave me the chance to be super meta (and when I hit the line about “she had to turn the page” right at a page break, well, I pumped my fist a little).

And that’s all for this month’s stories! Join me next week for another blog post, and next month for more Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Only Just Begun” and “Echo”!

May 24, 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–“Just Another Story”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two stories, “Only Just Begun” (MC MF MD) and “Echo” (MC FF MD CB)!

In “Only Just Begun”, Nancy finds herself slipping before she even realizes it from hypnosis to brainwashing to mind-blowing sex. And the best part is, her new controller is just getting started melting her thoughts into obedience. Here’s a taste:

Nancy’s eyes rolled back into her head as the orgasm hit. Her whole world went red with pleasure, but the man behind her didn’t let up; his finger danced on her clit until she shuddered and moaned with pleasure so intense that it was literally beyond words. “That’s it,” he whispered in her ear as she leaned into him, her cries echoing off the walls of the climate-controlled basement, “let it all out and come for me. That’s my good girl, coming so hard, it’s okay, you can moan for me, there’s nobody to hear it, you can give in completely for me. That’s right. Good girl. Come. Come. Come.”

She slowly sank to her knees as he relentlessly fingered her. Her legs didn’t want to support her anymore; every bit of her concentration was wrapped up in the tide of bliss that washed over her and through her, and trivial things like standing didn’t seem to matter in the excitement of the moment. The man guided Nancy gently downward, supporting her body with his arms even as he continued to tease the pleasure out of her cunt. At last, trembling, she crested in one last climax and slumped to the floor. Her eyes didn’t want to open. Her legs didn’t want to stand. Her body didn’t want to move.

“Now, Nancy,” he whispered in her ear, crouching over her. “We’ve only just begun.”

While in “Echo”, WildRose has encountered an anomaly that threatens to rip apart the fabric of space and time, thanks to the theft of a reality-warping device. Luckily, she’s got the best partner she could possibly hope for under the circumstances – WildRose herself. Here’s a taste:

The other WildRose dropped into an identical stance. “I’m me,” she said, her voice making Penny wince in that way that hearing yourself talk always does. “Which is I guess you? I think it’s something quantum or something, like a side-effect of the device we’re tracking down. I don’t suppose you paid more attention to Doctor Balkowicz’s lecture than I did, did you?”

WildRose shook her head sadly. “No, I figured Sharpe would pick up the details. She’s the one with all the PhDs. I got ‘you’ve got to keep it out of the wrong hands’, but everything else just sounded like the grown-ups from Peanuts talking.” She shrugged. “I think I get the idea, though. It’s like that one experiment everyone always talks about with the cat. We’re both here because the universe can’t decide what’s happened to us yet, not until we catch up with whoever stole the device and stop them.” She looked down the corridor the way WildRose–the other WildRose–came. “Speaking of, what’s down that hallway?”

“Storage space and some barracks,” the other Penny said. “Yours?”

“More of the same.” WildRose nodded down the unexplored corridor, and her counterpart nodded in return. They began to pad down the corridor with identical, silent steps. (No wonder she bumped into herself–WildRose was probably the only person in the world quiet enough to sneak up on WildRose.) “I didn’t see any soldiers, though. Maybe they’re all up helping unload the stolen goods? Six tons of experimental machinery isn’t exactly the kind of thing you get your buddies to help you move with beer and pizza.”

Hope you enjoy them!

Sneak Peek: “Just Another Story”! (MC FF)

May 24, 2018

Over the last few months, I missed a few of my Early Bird Sneak Peeks. So to make up for that, here’s a sneak peek at this week’s story for the EMCSA, “Just Another Story”! (MC FF)

Jessica’s proofreading a story by Kyra, which is about a woman who proofreads a piece of erotica so sexy and fascinating that it hypnotizes her into becoming a submissive lesbian. She’s not normally into metafiction, but she has to admit, this one is strangely compelling. Here’s a taste:

She skimmed through the first couple of paragraphs, waiting for it to get good. Thankfully, it didn’t start with any of her cardinal sins for smut–no infodump sentences like, ‘Jessica Blakely was a 29-year old professional artist with long, flowing blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes, and measurements of 44DD-36-48. She knew Kyra Duvall through an erotica forum on the Internet, and she had volunteered to read Kyra’s first story on her tablet in order to give her advice on how to improve it.’ That kind of crap always made her wince.

But at the same time, it was nothing particularly special, either. There wasn’t any sex at the beginning; there weren’t even really any characters. It was just a story about someone reading a story, which was kind of a clever conceit if you were into metafiction, but Jessica was already kind of getting sick of it by the end of the third paragraph. How was this even going to turn into erotica, anyway? Was the woman going to get interrupted by an actual person or something? Where was the sex?

Then again, ‘sex’ really wasn’t Kyra’s thing. She was always recommending those really fetish-heavy stories that were all about straight women being turned into lesbians through brainwashing and hypnosis. If Jennifer had remembered that, she might have come up with an excuse to avoid reading it–not that she was kinkshaming or anything, but reading through endless descriptions of shiny, beautiful crystals that captivated a helpless victim or swirling, spinning hypnotic graphics that made women obsessed with licking pussy really wasn’t Jennifer’s thing.

Hope you enjoy it!

My Favorite Things: Hypnotic Disassociation

May 20, 2018

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I may have talked in other contexts about how hot it is to use consensual (or fictional) hypnosis to disassociate people’s conscious minds from their bodies, actions, or self, but I don’t think I’ve brought it up specifically as a Thing That Is Hot and I Must Talk About How Hot It Is. (The original, much longer and more awkward title for this series of posts.) Because it is, yes, very much a sexy thing that you can do with hypnosis, and it opens up a lot of possibilities for amazing sexual shenanigans. (Or possibly hijinks and goings on, depending on your orientation. Me, I don’t identify as hijinksexual, but I’m all about the shenanigans and I support your identity as valid. Even if you’re into antics or buffoonery.)

Basically, the idea of disassociation through hypnosis is that in a trance state, the conscious mind is always being asked to focus the narrative stream of thought as a somewhat separate order of processing from the wider unconscious mind. So it’s very easy to develop and heighten that sense of separation by talking to the subject’s body or unconscious mind as if it were capable of independently listening to the hypnotist and following instructions. Again, in a sense this is what you’re doing with all hypnosis – you’re going to watch this pretty shiny object and pay attention to nothing but that, and I’m going to talk to your deep self for a while. But when you go for it as a deliberate effect, you can do some very fun stuff with it.

For example, you can talk to body parts. I did this in one of my most popular stories, “Body Language” – the hypnotist very specifically does an induction by speaking directly to the subject’s penis. And it is an induction, with the subject being subtly directed to stare at his own cock and focus on it to the exclusion of everything else, but it’s also disassociation. She’s treating the cock as though it’s no longer under the subject’s control, instead listening to her instructions and following them without any conscious input from (or even despite) the subject’s waking mind.

This is very powerful. It deepens the sense of helplessness that makes a sexual, D/s trance so fucking sexy; you’re not in control of that body part (or that body). It isn’t even really you. You can feel what it feels, you can see it move and experience its sensations, but it isn’t yours anymore. You’re an observer, an outsider, a mere passenger in a body controlled by the hypnotist. That realization can deepen trance so much when it hits, creating a sense of passive acceptance so strong that it’s almost like having an out-of-body experience. Which, assuming that’s the kind of thing you want to be having (and if you aren’t, please don’t do this) is absolutely amazing.

It’s also very good for brainwashing. When the hypnotist talks to the construct of the unconscious directly, it’s very easy for the conscious mind to simply tune out of the conversation because it’s not intended for them. Disassociating the “submissive mind”, or the “deep self” from the waking self is a good way to get instructions past the filter of the consciousness if you’re trying to play with amnesia or similar trigger-type programming. (Again, consensually. You should be collaborating on what you and your partners want before the trance, and then making them forget what you’ve agreed on forgetting. Which may include memories of them agreeing, but that’s another thing to negotiate.)

You’ll see this a lot on the EMCSA in stories where the person’s body doesn’t seem to be listening to them, acting as though puppeted by the controller. Some take this a bit further and have the victim’s mind actively protest their body’s actions, but I generally prefer to see stories where they hit that sweet spot of either oblivious action or blissful acceptance of their own helplessness to resist. Half the fun of mind control for me is surrender, and seeing someone surrender to their own body as well as to their hypnotist is definitely one of my favorite things.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “This Is You Throwing In the Towel”!

May 17, 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–“Kill 4 U”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “This Is You Throwing In the Towel” (MC MF FF FD)!

Janet has been captured by a sinister consortium of slavers who plan to utterly destroy her free will. But what if her resistance is the thing holding her back from true freedom? What if the thing that frees her more than anything else in the world… is slavery itself? Here’s a taste:

Janet shook her head so hard the room spun. “No,” she moaned, clenching her eyes shut, pushing away Cassandra’s matter-of-fact voice by sheer act of will. “No no no no NO!” It hurt to shout, but Janet didn’t care. In that instant, nothing was more important to her than denying that smug, calm insistence in Cassandra’s words. She felt a sick hatred bubble up inside her, and she clung to it. Better that than simply giving up on her dreams, her hopes, everything worth living her life for in favor of existence as an empty-headed fuckdoll.

But she couldn’t shout forever. Eventually, the energy that anger gave her exhausted itself, and she opened her eyes to see Cassandra simply waiting her out with the patience of a statue. The other woman waited until the silence became almost unbearable, until the room almost rang out with it, and asked, “Why not?”

It was the last thing Janet expected to hear. She thought she was going to get a lecture, more of that hypnotic language about how easy it would be to give in and obey or something. She didn’t think that Cassandra would actually listen to her. She almost didn’t know what to say. “Um, I…because…” It was surprisingly difficult to come up with something. Her mind felt clogged with the subliminal brainwashing; it filled up her head like thick, warm honey, slowing down her thoughts and subsuming her entire being with its cloying weight. She had to push through it to remember her life before this room.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Few Random Words on Comics

May 13, 2018

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One of the things I’ve tried to do in my comic book themed stories is create a sense of depth and history to the fictional universe. I want it to feel like you’re visiting a setting that has a lot of tales already told, and a lot of tales happening when you’re not around; you’re getting to see the adventures that center around mind control, but Adventure Girl is a regular superhero who has a lot of exciting battles that I just haven’t shared with you because I assume you’re more interested in the kinky ones.

(It wasn’t always that way–when I wrote the first Adventure Girl story, I was thinking of it very much as a parody of superheroic adventures, which is why the tone of that one feels so different. I think it was really after I wrote “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” that I began to think of these as something I could sustain as a regular series.)

But mainly, I wanted to talk about the tricks I use to make these heroes seem like part of a comic book universe. Mostly, it’s a matter of references to a history that feels plausible to a regular comic book fan, even if they don’t necessarily know what the history is. I tend to drop references a lot to hero and villain names that sound like they’re connected with various archetypes; Doctor Phobos, for example, is clearly in the “Grim, Silent Hero With No Super Powers But Lots of Ass-Kicking Skills” category, even though I’ve never actually shown him in a story. He fills a similar role to Batman, just like the Rescuer fills a similar role to Superman.

But I don’t simply want the characters to be “Batman/Superman with the serial numbers filed off”. So when I start to think about them in detail, I do start trying to remix them a little to give them a uniqueness, a voice that lets me find my way in. When I wrote Eris, the Batgirl to Doctor Phobos’ Batman, I had to do a lot of thinking about who the characters were and how their dynamic functioned, and I drew on some other famous powerless superheroes like Doctor Midnight and the Sandman (the original DC Sandman who used the gas gun, not the Neil Gaiman one) to create a hero who has his own MO and concept. The idea of using “fear gas” instead of simply dressing up like a big scary bat causes a whole ripple effect of changes down the line; this is a character who started out as a chemist, and who learned martial arts later. Where did he learn martial arts from? Well, obviously someone must have taught him, a mentor figure/figures who trusted he would use the powers well. Which led me to the monks of New Sheduo. And so on.

A lot of this doesn’t ever make it into the stories, or does so only as a brief mention. Madame Macabre, who I’ve just been writing about today, has not only a backstory but a meta-backstory; she started as the hostess of a horror comic, a la the Crypt Keeper, and became a superhero in the Fifties when anthology horror withered on the vine. But it’s nice to know these things, both because having a detailed backstory for a minor character makes them feel more fleshed out than just dropping an evocative name into the story (although I’ve done that as recently as today, with “The Duchess of Bone” and “The Void Titans” making it in as textual elements) and because if I’m thinking about these things, sometimes I’ll put in enough thought that another story will suggest itself.

This does mean it’s not likely that I’ll just do WildRose and Adventure Girl stories, as much as I know that would please some people; I love those characters, but I’ve got a lot of superheroes in my head and I follow where my muse leads. But I hope that like Marvel and DC, you like hanging out in my fictional universe enough to enjoy my comic book stories no matter who the protagonist is. And don’t worry, they’re not going anywhere any time soon.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Deeper Than Blood”!

May 10, 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–“Autopilot”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Deeper Than Blood” (MC MF MD)!

Sometimes, being a Master is about more than just sex. Sometimes, being a slave is about more than just obedience. Master’s control of Melody goes deeper than she ever thought possible… and today, she’s going to find out just what a good slave is capable of. Here’s a taste:

Melody gazed deep into Master’s eyes, her breath slowing into peaceful relaxation. Slowly, her fingers found their way to the hem of her sweater and hooked into the soft gray cloth. Her hands tugged the fabric up slowly, revealing inch upon inch of smooth bronze skin as she pulled the shirt up and over her head. There was a brief moment of doubt and confusion as it broke the line of sight between her and Master–what was she doing, why whas she doing this, why was she even here? But then it was up and off and falling from her hands like autumn leaves and she was right back into Master’s will once more.

The bra followed next, letting her petite breasts bounce free. Her nipples stood out firmly in the chill air of the room, feeling so sensitive that Melody imagined that she could almost feel every single molecule of oxygen bouncing off of them. The arousal told her that she was already sliding so deeply into Master’s control that her desire was merely a function of his will–she could hear his voice whispering, “That’s right, pet, lost in my power, deeper and deeper,” and everything else faded away as her body responded to his words. She didn’t need to think. She could simply feel.

She undid her fly and belt, and the pants fell to the floor almost of their own volition. Master didn’t touch her, but he didn’t need to; she could already sense the damp spot on her panties, a sign not just of her body’s responsiveness but of his complete and inexorable control. Somewhere deep down, she could feel a part of her mind fluttering in panic, desperate to grab her clothes and sprint out of the room even if it meant giving passers-by a show they wouldn’t forget…but that jumble of anxiety was held in Master’s grip like a bird in a cage. Master’s power was stronger than her fear. Master’s power ran deeper than blood, deeper than bone. He reached out and pulled her panties down, the fabric feeling strangely loose on her slender hips.

(The full story should have a trigger warning for needle-phobics and people who have issues with medical procedures.) Other than that, I hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Nine

May 6, 2018

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Continuing our occasional trip through my back catalog to see how some of the fictional treatments stack up against the real thing, let’s look at five more stories that use hypnosis (a real thing) and not mind control rays (not real unless someone has been keeping some secrets really really well).

True Colors: This is honestly one of my favorite of my own stories, and I love it to death both for the heat and for the ending, but… yeah, there’s not a lot of realistic hypnosis going on. You can’t really ‘capture’ people with hypnosis and make them your slaves, and you definitely can’t pull most of the shenanigans in the stories involving double-layered personality implants and secret personas and hidden suggestions (well, okay, you can do hidden suggestions, but not ones that completely transform a person into a sinister agent of hypno-slavers). Enjoy it, love it, but hypnosis does not work that way.

Promises in the Dark: This one is so realistic that I honestly worried that Simon was going to send it back to me for not having any mind control. Desiree is seducing Priscilla, and Priscilla wants to be seduced. There’s certainly a hint here and there that Priscilla is very focused in on what Desiree is promising, and that Desiree isn’t afraid to use that relaxed, focused state of mind to take things in a more explicitly D/s direction than Priscilla had envisioned. But Priscilla never loses control of her mental faculties or critical thinking skills, and Desiree has a legitimate conversation about limits and promises that Priscilla’s limits will be respected. If she’s hypnotizing Priscilla at all, it’s just in that way that two people who are really into each other will wind up influencing each other’s state of mind. Ethical, realistic, and I like to think pretty sexy. (So pretty much the opposite of the ‘Fifty Shades’ books.)

Follow You Down: Probably almost as realistic, but obviously a lot less ethical. The basic premise is very believable – anyone who’s been to a hypnosis show, convention, or just hung out with a group of people trancing will tell you that it’s very easy to wind up in trances without really trying, just because you’re very intent on the rapport between the hypnotist and the subject and your subconscious is pretty much always happy to go into trance when you’re feeling safe, because it just feels good. So the idea that Emma is using that against Gail by leaving the induction open-ended enough to catch both of them is pretty believable. (That it leads to sex is… probably person-specific. For some people, that would be an instant, “snap-you-out-of-it-and-leave-you-furious” thing. For others, it would possibly put them into an agentic state where they welcome the loss of control and freedom from responsibility for their own desires. It’s very much NOT something I have or plan to test.)

Because the ethics of this are obviously terrible. Emma is flat out inducing a state of diminished capacity to consent in order to have sex with two people who would probably have said no if they were wide awake, which is an awful thing to do. Leave this one in the realms of fantasy, okay?

Then the Morning Comes: Let’s get it out of the way early for this one – oh GOD, please never try this. Ever. It is SO wrong to alter someone’s personality to make them into your submissive lesbian unicorn for your kinky poly triad using gaslighting and hypnosis, and I’m sure I don’t even have to tell anyone that because UGGGGGH to this as a real thing even if it makes a hot fantasy to imagine doing it or having it done to you. I don’t even know how you would construct a consensual version of this story, so don’t use it as a model for real-life behavior, okay?

Plus, I don’t really think it would work. It’s juuuuuuuust possible that I’m slightly wrong; if Simone feels sufficiently deferential to authority figures in her life (and nervous about losing her job by antagonizing her boss), she might convince herself that she’s more comfortable with lesbian BDSM stuff than she really is. She might even be willing to go along with amnesia suggestions because they give her an escape from dealing with big, heavy emotional distress – “It didn’t really happen and I don’t need to think about it, la la la la la la!” But the eventual outcome of this is not, “The suggestions take deep root and transform her personality,” it’s “she finally hits a point where she can’t go along with it any further and has a nervous breakdown trying to reconcile it all.” It’s really only in fantasy that you can make someone be who you want them to be, and honestly, that’s a good thing.

If You Leave: This one is tricky, because it relies pretty heavily on the idea that Charlotte is not exactly a reliable narrator. Presumably she is once the story starts, and she wakes up and begins to construct a version of events that places the responsibility for the situation on Paul. Assuming that version of events is true, then obviously Paul is abusing her hypnosis fetish to manipulate her into doing sexual things that she’s really not comfortable with, and relying on her understanding of hypnosis as a power exerted on her to bridge the incongruence between her conscious and unconscious mind. That’s not going to go well – even assuming that her unconscious mind wants this fantasy badly enough to overrule her waking self and go along with it, she’s going to feel frightened and upset that she was made to do things against her will.

But… Charlotte really obviously doesn’t remember what she said and did while she was under hypnosis, and she’s also obviously got some emotional issues involving the version of sex that she was presented with (bad, wrong, shameful) and her very strong, very kinky, very natural and healthy sexual needs. (I don’t think it’s surprising that she wound up with a lot of sexual fantasies in which a power completely beyond her control took hold of her and ‘made’ her do sexy things.) It’s possible to construct a narrative for this story where Paul and her had a conversation, perhaps even a number of conversations, that she’s not remembering during the course of the story because she doesn’t want to remember them. She might have even had wide awake discussions with Paul in which she explained that she wanted her first time to feel like she was helpless to resist him, and in which she freely consented to having those memories hidden away so she could live out her fantasies. (Certainly one of the last lines, “Was it everything you’ve been fantasizing about?” supports this.) If that was the case, then I think that this becomes a very romantic story in a kinky sort of way.

Either way, the hypnosis is entirely plausible, but I always like to read it with the second reading in mind. Because I’m a big softy at heart.

And that’s another five in the books – who knows, at this rate I may actually catch up someday!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Blank Contract”!

May 3, 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–“Front Porch Thing”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Blank Contract” (MC FD MF)!

Not sure how many of you remember my story “Submission”, from back in 2002 (and I’m trying not to get weirded out about the fact that my oldest stories are almost old enough to read themselves). But it ends with a publisher deciding, entirely unprompted, to sell his pornographic magazine empire to a woman named Mistress April. As it turns out, a lot of people contested that sale, and a lot of lawyers got involved…and wouldn’t you know it, here’s the story of one of them. Here’s a taste:

He sat down at his desk and opened his briefcase, pulling out another sheaf of paperwork. He checked the dates to make sure he had the latest version–just because Mistress April didn’t listen to his suggestions didn’t mean she didn’t change the contract. She did, on a daily basis; every morning brought a new addendum for him to review, or a new version of the existing contract, or just some ‘advisory background documents’ that turned out to be more of her endless droning about the glories of obedience to the Superior Female Will. And of course, Gordon had to read them until his eyes glazed over.

And then some. Twelve solid hours at the office, and he still had more to review. He flipped to the page that marked where he’d left off, and began to review again. He resisted the temptation to skim–as easy as it was, he couldn’t just let his eyes slide right over lines like, ‘aaron beckwith [the Publisher] concedes and acknowledges full power of attorney to Mistress April Holland to make all decisions for the business interest designated herein as ‘gent magazine’ as well as for his personal legal affairs, in perpetuity and negating all other considerations…’

Gordon winced, rubbing his eyes. Did she get this through some sort of kink-friendly Legal Zoom? Did she just sit down and hammer away at the keyboard with phrases she half-remembered from ‘Law and Order’ until she had the day’s quota of mind-numbing bullshit? His eyes picked out another phrase at random: ‘Should the party of the first part accede to the adhesion contract implied in Section Two, then further perusal of the text contains the following terms and conditions…’ It was just so much gibberish, or at the very least it was an unenforceable set of vaguely understood guidelines that wouldn’t hold up in court.

Hope you enjoy it!