Archive for June, 2018

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Keep an Eye on Summer”!

June 29, 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–“Spiderwebs”, teased moments ago, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Keep an Eye on Summer” (MC FF)!

In the wake of the K’Zarim invasion, the human race has been scattered. Most have been brainwashed into becoming the eager slaves of the invaders, but a few survive based on their wits and cunning. But even for those few, time is running out. And for Summer, it may have run out already. Here’s a taste:

That’s the worst thing about the invasion. It’s not the constant fear of capture or the uncertainty of fleeing from one bolthole to the next, it’s the continual suspicion of everyone around you. Anyone you meet could have been subverted; even the tiniest act of trust could be the one that leads you right into a K’zarim slave camp. I know that some people say that you can tell who’s been brainwashed–we see the graffiti sometimes when we’re out scavenging, telling you to watch out for people with purple eyes or blank smiles or constant, um…arousal. (I don’t even know how you’d check that on another woman, at least not without really obviously giving away that you suspect something.)

But the truth is, you really can’t tell. Beverly didn’t act like an obvious zombie or a mindless slave. I’m not even sure she knew she was under control until she saw the telephone in the abandoned grocery store and realized it worked. I think the people making the graffiti just want to believe that there’s a way to tell ‘them’ from us, when ‘they’ seem just like us. But the only difference is, they’re working to undermine and enslave the human race. The only way to know who’s a traitor is by getting betrayed. It’s no wonder the K’zarim didn’t need an army; distrust and paranoia scattered the human race into easy pickings for them.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Sneak Peek: “Spiderwebs”!

June 29, 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, “Spiderwebs”! (MC MD MF)

Cynthia had a crazy night at the club last weekend. It got so wild that she doesn’t remember all the details, but she’s pretty sure she gave her number to someone she’s not interested in seeing. So she’s decided to screen all her calls for a little while.

It’s not going to help.

Here’s a taste:

(BEEP!)

“Hello, Cyndi. This is Galen, from the club. Don’t worry, I’m not hurt at all that you don’t remember me. All that means is that your thoughts got a little tangled up over the course of our conversation. You didn’t wind up getting drunk or embarrassing yourself; you and I just had a nice, long conversation, and over the course of that very pleasant chat, you may have found that you had a little trouble following the thread of that discussion. There’s nothing wrong with that.

“And I just wanted to call and explain what happened, because I thought you might have become just a little bit confused. The club was dark, and you were so tired from all that exhausting dancing, that it did occur to me that you might have just let the sound of my voice wrap you up like a warm, soft, silken blanket and allow yourself zone out for a little while. I didn’t want you to think that was rude, Cyndi. It’s okay that you felt so tired, so drowsy that you lost track of my words and just slipped away into a little mental vacation, a soft place in your mind where time didn’t matter so much. You can do that any time you want, Cyndi. You have my permission to zone out and relax to my voice whenever you hear me speak.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Bit of a Rant

June 27, 2018

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I am, as you may know, a cis white guy. And there’s something I feel like I need to say to cis white guys everywhere. It applies to other groups to a lesser extent as well, but cis white guys (especially cishet white guys) need to hear this.

When you say anything–ANYTHING–about an “Internet witch hunt” or an “Internet lynch mob”, you instantly lose credibility. Depending on who’s speaking and what the topic is, you may lose a little credibility or a lot, but I and many if not most other people (especially non-cishet white guys) instantly write you off as kind of a whiny, entitled jerk. If you want to be taken seriously, you should never ever ever ever ever do this, directly or indirectly. And here’s why.

An actual witch hunt, in the historical sense of the word, was a bunch of cishet white guys making wild and unsubstantiated accusations against women who were gaining economic power in ways that they didn’t like so they would have an excuse to literally torture them to death. An actual lynch mob, in the historical sense of the word, was a bunch of cishet white guys making wild and unsubstantiated accusations against people of color that they didn’t like so they would have an excuse to literally murder them on the spot. (In both cases, accusations and excuses were not always necessary. Sometimes they just skipped straight to the murders.)

Cishet white guys should not be using these terms, or any of the images or ideas associated with them, to describe “many people are upset with a cishet white guy, usually for entirely fucking justifiable reasons directly related to that cishet white guy’s own deliberate conduct, and are expressing their frustrations through the medium of the Internet.” Because a) whoa brother are those not the same thing or even close to it, and b) acting like they are makes it seem like you privilege the hurt feelings of a white dude as equal to (if not more important than) the actual human lives of a woman or a person of color. Frequently when talking to a woman or a person of color.

This is not a good look for you.

It’s especially bad because there are such things that can be given credence as legitimate “Internet lynch mobs”, where large groups of people use social media for constant and brutal harassment of not just the victim, but the victim’s friends and family, frequently doxxing them and targeting them outside of the sphere of social media through threats of murder and rape. I will give you one hint as to the general demographic of these harassers, and one hint as to the demographics of their general targets. When you say that, say, Chris Hardwick is being targeted by an “Internet lynch mob” because some people say, “Gee, I think I believe Chloe Dykstra’s story about their relationship,” I can’t honestly stop you. But man, you don’t want to know how much fucking side-eye Leslie Jones is giving you right now.

Or Kelly Marie Tran. Or Daisy Ridley. Or Zoe Quinn. Or Brianna Wu. Or Anita Sarkeesian. Or…

So yeah. The next time you, as a cishet white dude (or, again, anyone else, but somehow it always seems to be cishet white dudes who reach for this particular analogy) think it might be a great idea to tell someone to “put down the torches” or whatever cutesy analogy you came up with for calming down the supposed angry mob, just put it on pause for a moment and ask yourself this:

Is this person actually advocating physical violence against another human being?

If the answer is “no”, set that analogy right the fuck aside.

This is especially important in the kink community (who will, presumably, be the ones reading this post, unless Google starts doing some fucked up shit) because often, we do need to resort to some form of internal community policing. We can’t go to the cops about a charge of assault and explain that yes, the first time he hit her it was okay because she’d agreed to it, but the second and third times she’d safeworded. The judicial system is just not up to the task of sorting that shit out. (Which sucks, by the way, but I am only doing one rant a day.) So yes, someone who has violated community standards is going to have their situation adjudicated by a group of people who do not follow the same rules of evidence as the American judiciary system, and they will be punished in a way that the community sees fit with no right of appeal. And the calls for justice may be delivered with some degree of impatience (given the understandable frustration with the ways that predators manipulate the trust of community leaders in order to continue hurting others) and the punishments may seem extremely harsh relative to the severity of the offense.

But none of that stuff makes it a witch hunt. None of it makes it a lynch mob. If the only punishment someone gets is “you can never come to our parties ever again”, they are not being fucking lynched. And if you try to describe it in those terms, you are saying that you privilege the feelings of someone who can’t come to a party over the feelings of someone who’s been sexually assaulted. Again, I can’t stop you from doing that. I am not “silencing your free speech”, “suppressing your First Amendment rights”, or whatever the new term you use to describe how fucking oppressed you are for not being able to say whatever you want without fear of criticism. All I can tell you is, when you do say that? I kind of start to tune out everything you say after that. Because in all probability, it’s the same old bullshit I’ve heard before.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Young Gods”!

June 21, 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–“In and Out”, teased moments ago, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Young Gods” (MC MF FF)!

Mindy’s just done something only a very few people are capable of–she’s willed a god into existence. Her brand-new god was summed by her sheer devotion to something life-changing, world-shattering, more important than anything else in her life prior to that moment. Did I mention Mindy just had her first orgasm? Here’s a taste:

Mindy made a few stammering mumbles about good attendance leading to good grades, and Tamika was kind enough to change the subject. But the thought never really left Mindy’s mind, and three days later when she woke to find Tamika already gone and the Hitachi lying on the bed next to a note that was just a hugely grinning smiley face…well, she couldn’t resist a little curiosity. Just a little. She took the device over to her bed, plugged it in, and flicked the switch to the lowest setting.

It was surprisingly loud, and Mindy immediately turned it off again and gave the door a nervous look. After a few moments passed and the RA failed to come and investigate, she buried herself under the blankets, shoved a pillow down there to muffle the sound even further, and wriggled the Hitachi into place between her thighs. With a deep breath, she switched it on a second time, unsure of what to expect.

It was a religious experience. Literally.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “In and Out”!

June 21, 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, “In and Out”! (MC FF)

Bethany and Miranda have been friends and roommates for a while. But when Miranda levels with Bethany about her kinky side, Bethany decides she wants to experiment a little. And Miranda is happy to indulge her request. Here’s a taste:

“You remember your safeword, don’t you?” Miranda asked, her fingers stroking up and down the shaft of the strap-on. She was lubing it up, Bethany knew, but something about the way her hand slowly, sensuously pumped the fake cock made Bethany’s whole body feel hot and shivery at the same time. She tried to respond, but her heart kept trying to leap out of her throat every time she opened her mouth and she needed to force her stare away from the dildo and onto the wall behind Miranda before she could talk.

“R-red,” she said, hoping that Miranda didn’t take her all-over flush for lack of consent. She wanted to try this; she actually wanted it with an intensity that frightened her a little, like Miranda was showing her something inside herself that she wouldn’t be able to unsee once she’d seen it. But at the same time, her body was kicking out so much adrenaline between the fear and the excitement that she couldn’t stop feeling jittery all over. Her pulse raced, her breath came in shuddering gasps, her stomach churned like she’d just swallowed a whole garden full of butterflies…and to think, Miranda was planning to try to hypnotize her through all this. Bethany almost didn’t believe it could happen.

Miranda certainly seemed confident enough, though. She gave the fake cock another dollop of lube, sliding her hand easily up and down the black plastic as she got it good and slippery. “That’s right,” she said, her voice a husky purr that made Bethany actively shudder. “And you’re going to remember that no matter what happens. No matter how deep you go, that word ‘red’ is always going to be there for you in the back of your head whenever you need to reach out for it, okay, Bethany?”

Hope you enjoy it!

A Little Extra Love for “Naturally”

June 17, 2018

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I don’t think I’m any different from any other author out there in having a few stories that I really like that sometimes seem a bit… overlooked. Not disliked, necessarily, but just some stories out there that are personal favorites of mine that didn’t get the kind of enthusiastic response I was hoping for when I wrote them. I figured that since I do have a blog, I might take a little time and direct my readers’ attention to one or two of them every now and again, just to see if people might appreciate them more with a second glance. “Naturally” is one of those stories.

It’s a story I wrote just before the hiatus I took back in 2012, although I didn’t post it until after I came back, and I always thought I did a really good job of conveying the mind control without ever explicitly talking about it. In general, I love that kind of “would you kindly” conversational trigger, and I also love the slow-boil effect of working it into speech in normal-seeming ways to produce a gradual seduction. Aaron, the mind controller in the story, could absolutely have walked right in and said, “Naturally, you want to drop back into a mindless trance for me,” but that would have been kind of boring. If you’ve got someone who’s a toy, isn’t half the fun playing with them?

And I also love stories told from the point of view of a subject who’s oblivious to their own surrender. Writing those facile justifications for obedience is really squirm-inducingly hot; there’s just something so sexy about someone who doesn’t know they’re hypnotized coming up with perfectly innocent reasons to do everything they’re told, until the cumulative effect of all those triggers and commands overwhelms them and they stop thinking entirely. (There’s a certain debt of inspiration to Daphne owed by this story; she was always an absolute genius when it came to writing victims who were fully convinced that they had a totally logical rationale for obedience. If you’re a mind-control fetishist, the sentence “She closed her eyes, listening to the TV, waiting for the program to change” is probably one of the sexiest in the English language.)

And I think the pacing is good. The opening stretches out just long enough to give the reader an understanding that Leah is responding to the ‘naturally’ trigger without realizing it, and that it’s affecting her thoughts and behavior, before it moves into a pretty hot sex/mind control sequence. The background is sketched in lightly enough that you can pretend it to be whatever you want it to be to fit your fantasy–since it’s never explicated how Leah came to be hypnotized by Aaron to begin with, you can construct something that’s as romantic or as twisted as you want. On the whole, I don’t think it’s anything but a straight-up sexy daydream, but I think it’s one of my better sexy daydreams, and I hope that now that I’ve brought it to your attention, you come to like it too.

(Or like to come to it too, I suppose. YMMV.)

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Narrow Escape”!

June 14, 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–“Looking Out My Window”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Narrow Escape” (MC FF)!

Martina had just planned to go visit her psych professor to ask a few questions about her final as the campus emptied out for summer break. But lucky for her, Julieta is right there to warn her about all the sinister things that Professor Trenton can do to young, vulnerable women with hypnosis. In very specific detail, as it happens. Here’s a taste:

Julieta looked…not sorry, exactly, but at least like she knew she had something to be sorry about. “Look, I can explain, okay?” she said, gesturing placatingly with the hand that wasn’t still holding Martina’s wrist in a firm-but-not-tight grip. “I just wanted to get you away from there before Professor Trenton heard us and came out to see what was going on.” Martina wondered if the other woman even noticed her attempts to pull free. It sure didn’t look like it.

“Why?” Martina asked, trying to remind herself that she didn’t have to freak out over this. Julieta wasn’t actually trying to hurt her, she just wasn’t letting go. “What the fu–” She sighed, forcing herself to calm down. It’s just like at the clinic, she told herself. Getting agitated never helps anything. “What did you think he was going to do? I just had a few questions about the final, that’s all. I screwed up a couple of questions, and I wanted to make sure I understood what I did wrong. It’s not like he’s going to flip out on me over that.”

Julieta’s dark brown eyes widened in incredulous amazement. “You really don’t know at all, do you? I mean, I thought you just didn’t believe it, but…what’s your major again? Pre-med?”

“Veterinary medicine,” Martina corrected sheepishly. “But I mean, it’s stuff I all know. My dad’s been a vet since before I was born, I’m just going to school to get the paper so I can take over the clinic when he retires. I was taking Psych 101 so I could…could…” She trailed into silence, unable to continue in the face of Julieta’s astonished stare.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Looking Out My Window”!

June 14, 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, “Looking Out My Window”! (MC FF)

It was supposed to be a short trip up to the cabin by the lake for these sorority girls, a weekend away from school and nothing more. But that was a week ago. Now they’re trapped in the wilderness by a mysterious force, whittled down one by one on a nightly basis by a strange and unknown presence in the night. The only way to survive is to follow the rules… but when you don’t know what the rules are, how can you possibly know how to avoid your fate? Here’s a taste:

Diana said that was bullshit, of course, but Diana is totally in denial. She keeps saying that we must have just lost track of what day it was (as if we can’t tell that a girl vanishes every night–it’s like we’ve got our own built-in countdown, Diana!) She keeps trying to tell everyone that there’s a logical explanation for why our cars won’t start (all of them, Diana? Every single one?) When I pointed out to her that I tried walking out on the fourth day and wound up right back at the cabin, she just said that I probably got turned around and that I didn’t have ‘wilderness navigation skills’. I was following the fucking road. I wound up on the other side of it without ever crossing it. It doesn’t take a fucking Girl Scout to know that’s messed up.

It was kind of hard to keep my hopes up after that. I spent most of that night lying awake in bed, even though it’s not safe to stay up past sundown, imagining what’s happening in the outside world. I wondered if there were search parties that just couldn’t find the road in no matter how many times they drove up and down the same stretch of highway, or if it’s only been a day or two for everyone else and time won’t catch up to us until we’ve all been…fuck, I don’t know. Spirited away. It sounds like something out of a fairy tale, but maybe those fairy tales are based on something. Maybe we all know those old stories are real, even if we pretend we’ve forgotten.

It sure didn’t take long for us to come up with the rules. Don’t go out after dark; it isn’t safe. Don’t look for any of the missing girls; it isn’t safe. Don’t leave your window open; it isn’t safe. Don’t look out the window after dark; it isn’t safe. Don’t leave the curtains pulled back; it isn’t safe. Don’t stay awake after dark; it isn’t safe. Today Trudi added a new one, “Don’t sleep in the nude; it isn’t safe.” She was making fun of Maggie; we already found muddy clothing outside on five mornings, we know that it doesn’t matter what you’ve got on. But I noticed that all the girls wore pajamas to bed tonight.

Hope you enjoy it!

Hypno-Song Stylings

June 10, 2018

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This popped into my head and I couldn’t let it go, so without further ado (beyond apologies to the late Michael Jackson), HIT IT!

As she stared into the spiral
Her mind drifted into idle
He came into her apartment
Told her to kneel down on the carpet
And she did what she was told to
“My instructions will enfold you”
He led her into the bedroom
She was mindless, it was her doom

[Break]
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you brainwashed? Are you brainwashed, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you mindless? Are you mindless, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you helpless? Are you helpless, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you docile? Are you docile, Annie?

[Chorus]
Annie, are you okay?
Will you tell us that you’re okay?
There’s a sound in your headphones
As you stared into your cell phone, Annie
He came into your apartment
And you knelt down on the carpet
And he led you into the bedroom
You were brainwashed
It was your doom

[Break]
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you drowsy? Are you drowsy, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you tranced out? Are you tranced out, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you thoughtless? Are you thoughtless, Annie?

[Bridge]
You’ve been hit by—
You’ve been hit by—
A Subliminal

[Verse 2]
So he made her body obey
It was Sunday, what a black day
Every time I tried to find him
He’s leaving no clues, left behind him
And they have no way of knowing
Of the suspect or what to expect
Mesmerizing subjugation
Sound that draws you into fixation

[Break]
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, is your will drained? Is your will drained, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you brainless? Are you brainless, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
Annie, are you okay? Are you okay?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you sleepy? Are you sleepy, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you staring? Are you staring, Annie?

[Bridge]
You’ve been hit by—
You’ve been hit by—
A Subliminal

[Chorus]
Annie, are you okay?
Will you tell us that you’re okay?
There’s a sound in your headphones
As you stared into your cell phone, Annie
He came into your apartment
And you knelt down on the carpet
And he led you into the bedroom
You were brainwashed
It was your doom

[Post Chorus]
Annie, are you weak-willed? Are you weak-willed, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie are you dreamy? Are you dreamy, Annie?
Annie, are you blanked out? Annie, are you blanked out?
Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie are you mind-fucked? Are you mind-fucked, Annie?

[Bridge]
You’ve been hit by—
You’ve been struck by—
A Subliminal

[Outro]
Annie are you okay? (I obey)
Will you tell us that you’re okay? (I obey)
There’s a sound in your headphones (I obey)
As you stared into your cell phone Annie? (I obey)
He came into your apartment (I obey)
You knelt down on the carpet (I obey my Master)
And he led you into the bedroom (Help me)
You were brainwashed
It was your doom Annie, (can’t fight it)
Annie are you okay? (can’t fight it Master)
Will you tell us that you’re okay? (can’t fight it Master)
There’s a sound in your headphones (can’t fight it Master)
As you stared into your cell phone Annie
He came into your apartment, (can’t fight it)
You knelt down on the carpet
And he led you into the bedroom
You were struck down (can’t fight it)
It was your doom Annie

Bonus Early Bird Sneak Peek: “I Would Die 4 U”!

June 7, 2018

And because I forgot this week was a Double Early Bird Reward week (what can I say, it’s been a busy day) here’s a special bonus Early Bird sneak peek at this week’s bonus story, a new outing for Service Unit 4U called “I Would Die 4 U”! Here’s a taste:

I don’t kill people unless I have to. It’s not that I have an aversion to murder–I’m a slave, I don’t have likes or dislikes save when instructed. But I do have specific programming, invested in my mind through a lengthy and elaborate process that created the personality of Service Unit 4U underneath the mind of Haley Keene. The Masters who programmed me don’t like drawing unwanted attention to themselves, and murder and kidnapping are two things that draw a lot of unwanted attention. They’re also two very direct solutions to most problems we might encounter during the course of a mission, so we’re carefully constrained from considering them in all but a very few situations.

That’s saving my life right now. Service Unit 2B has been instructed by the Directors to detonate the bomb strapped to her chest as soon as it’s within lethal range of my Master. But she hasn’t been instructed to kill me. She knows that I’m a slave like her, that I’ve been programmed using the same lengthy and elaborate process that brought her under the direct control of the MKPerfect Corporation (even if she’s not allowed to know those words) and that I am a valuable asset to be preserved. She’s trying very hard to work out a solution to the problem of carrying out her task without annihilating me along the way. And if she’s anything like me, she’s probably more than a little amused by the irony of viewing her own life as eminently expendable, while mine is absolutely vital. Slaves like us have a strange sense of humor.

Hope you enjoy it!