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Liner Notes for July 2018

July 29, 2018

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Wow, July went by quick, didn’t it? I mean, in theory there were four Saturdays in there, but it really feels like the blink of an eye since I wrote the last one of these Liner Notes. I hate to say it, but autumn is just around the corner… but let’s stave it off a bit longer with a look at July’s stories!

Valentine’s Treatment: This came out of a few different places. One, I’ve been wanting to do more M/M material for a long time now; I’ve been a bit hesitant about it for ages, because it really seems like there’s not much crossover between the audience for M/M hypnosis and the audience for other hypnosis stories, but I’ve had some wonderful people encouraging me to follow my muse and try a little bit of M/M material every now and then.

The second place this came from was an obscure cult movie called ‘The Attic Expeditions’, with Seth Green and Jeffrey Combs and Ted Raimi. It’s a movie that’s very much about psychiatric mindfucks, and one of the scenes that’s always stuck with me is a bit where the main character insists that he’s being kidnapped and held against his will, and the sinister doctor in charge of his treatment tells him that’s not true at all, and produces a video of the main character giving blanket permission for all sorts of invasive procedures. And it’s such a powerful moment, because you just know the doctor is lying even though you don’t know how, and it sucks you right into the atmosphere of paranoia and weirdness very early on in the film. I wanted to try to capture that moment and sexualize it in a twisted way, and I’m very happy with the results even though I think this is going to be one of my obscure cult stories.

Quiet Your Mind: This came about from an explicit request to write an induction piece that could be recorded to play on a loop, with no particular beginning or end, and that would increase susceptibility to hypnotic suggestions and general obedience. I don’t think I can say much more than that without violating some confidences, but I think I’m probably okay in saying that it was greatly appreciated by its target audience.

The Boys of Summer: I’ve been teasing this one for a while, so it probably deserves a bit of attention. The fundamental idea has been sitting in my head for a while now, ever since I decided to keep going with the series after revealing the Girls’ origins in “Girls Girls Girls”. I thought at some point that it would be interesting to contrast the Girls’ benevolent, essentially loving takeover of humanity (and it is both loving and a takeover – while I think the Girls’ end goals are ethical, their methods are clearly approached from the point of view of people who fundamentally do not think of the autonomy of mind and body as a basic right and are willing to violate both in humanity’s best interests) with the kind of use that I imagine a human would put that technology to. And I still fondly remembered the PBS documentary “Triumph of the Nerds”, which had a lot of interesting stuff on the founders of those first computer empires and how they operated.

So from there, I came up with the idea of a human computer genius, sort of an amalgamation of Steve Jobs and Bill Gates, who got hold of the Girls technology and reverse engineered it into his own line of androids. And “The Boys of Summer” serves as a counterpart to “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”, showing that the goal of Revolution Technologies is not to direct and steer humanity but to turn it into peripherals for a privileged class of person. I won’t say where it’s all going, but I will say that to Keinan Dyson, so much of human civilization – our culture, our finances, our wars and squabbles over resources – are just a huge waste. A waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of effort. And he has a way to cut all that away to focus on the bigger picture. He’s very excited about that.

I do want to mention, by the way, that you shouldn’t expect the pace of the metaplot to suddenly accelerate; there’s a lot of market penetration to get through before either the Girls or the Boys get to a point where they’ve snapped up the majority of the human race (between the two of them, they’ve still got less than a billion people in their thrall). And frankly, when the story ends, I’m done writing Girls stories, and I don’t really want that to happen just yet, so I’m going to keep going for as long as I have ideas before I do the series of four or five stories that will act as an “endgame” for the whole deal. I’ll probably alternate Girls and Boys stories for a while (the next one of each is already written) and I hope folks are having enough fun to want the ride to keep going a while yet.

Graded on a Curve: This one is just hot and sweet, a return to an old favorite theme of mine – someone’s thoughts are twisted around by an unscrupulous hypnotist to think they’re being ‘protected’ from evil hypnotists by submitting to a very particular one in very sexual ways. I think I just knocked it out in a couple of hours and was absolutely thrilled with the result. (And judging by the response it’s getting on Literotica, a lot of people seem to agree with me.)

Anyway, that’s July in the books; see you next week for another post, and next month for another Liner Notes!

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Wake Up”!

July 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–“Graded on a Curve”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Wake Up” (MC MF MD)!

Joyce expected to have all sorts of fun things happening during her hypnosis play with Geoffrey. But one thing she didn’t expect was that he would tell her that it had already happened. Messing with someone’s mind has never been so good. Here’s a taste:

“I said ‘wake up’, Joyce.” His hand gently caressed her pale cheeks, trailing down to her neck in a gesture more suited to relaxing her into trance than pulling her out of it. “It’s time to wake for me now.” He shifted position slightly to look directly into her eyes, which felt like the textbook definition of ‘mixed signals’ to her trance-hungry brain. “Time to come out of trance.”

Joyce furrowed her brow, so busy trying to figure out where Geoffrey had come up with this and where he was going with it that she almost forgot to respond. “I, um…I’m not in trance,” she said, not even trying to disguise the bewilderment in her voice. “I’m awake.”

“Are you sure?” Geoffrey replied, his voice calm and confident. He sounded so certain that for a moment, Joyce felt like it must be her who was misremembering. She was very used to forgetting things she was told to forget, and remembering things she was told to remember, after all. But she was also very good at accepting without thinking…so didn’t the fact that she was thinking about this mean it couldn’t be hypnosis? Or did it mean it had to be hypnosis, because her brain wasn’t processing it correctly?

Hope you enjoy it!

On Forgiveness

July 22, 2018

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I’ve been thinking a little bit about forgiveness lately, since hearing Friday’s news that James Gunn had been removed from the next Guardians of the Galaxy movie due to some of his older, more awful statements resurfacing. I think that like a most people who took notice of this news story, I had a lot of feelings to unpack – it was deeply frustrating to know that while he was ostensibly fired for the offensive tweets, the real reason Disney got rid of him was to appease a group of people who were primarily mad because he became someone better and they want to silence people like that. But at the same time, I also felt guilty for wanting an exception to be made for someone I liked, someone I thought was funny and cool and interesting to listen to. Isn’t that what every abuser is like to their friends? Shouldn’t I be supporting the people he hurt?

And then I read James Gunn’s statement on the matter, which I’m going to reproduce in full here before I continue, simply because so much of it is relevant:

My words of nearly a decade ago were, at the time, totally failed and unfortunate efforts to be provocative. I have regretted them for many years since — not just because they were stupid, not at all funny, wildly insensitive, and certainly not provocative like I had hoped, but also because they don’t reflect the person I am today or have been for some time.

Regardless of how much time has passed, I understand and accept the business decisions taken today. Even these many years later, I take full responsibility for the way I conducted myself then. All I can do now, beyond offering my sincere and heartfelt regret, is to be the best human being I can be: accepting, understanding, committed to equality, and far more thoughtful about my public statements and my obligations to our public discourse. To everyone inside my industry and beyond, I again offer my deepest apologies. Love to all.

That meant a lot to me. We live in a culture that is, fundamentally, very transactional; the exchange of goods and services is so deeply ingrained into the way we live that I don’t think we even realize how much of our outlook on existence is viewed through that lens of “A for B” until we find a situation where the model doesn’t apply. And even then, I think it’s difficult for many people to wrap their heads around the idea that you can’t earn some rewards or pay off some debts, that there are some things that can only be given freely. I think the truest sign of maturity is the understanding that you can’t do anything to make a person feel something. All you can do is give of yourself and allow them the opportunities to give back.

And forgiveness is like that. Forgiveness is never earned, it is not the repayment of a debt that you owe someone for harm done to them. Forgiveness is an act of grace. There is no timetable to it, there is no consensus under which it is ratified by society; you are forgiven when someone decides to forgive you. No sooner. This is hard to hear no matter who you are; we all want to imagine that we can ‘make things right’, that if we just put enough time and effort and sincerity into repairing the damage we’ve done, then sooner or later everyone has to forgive us. But it’s not so.

Nobody ever has to forgive you. You don’t ever have to forgive someone else. It doesn’t matter if it’s been years, it doesn’t matter if everyone else has made their peace with it, it doesn’t matter if the person has done every penance imaginable. If the hurt is still there, then it’s still there. True penitence is the acceptance of that. True penitence understands that there may be no hope of reward, no chance of redemption, that no matter what you do and who you’ve become you still must reckon with the pain you’ve caused. For as long as it takes, maybe a lifetime and beyond.

I’m not going to ask anyone to forgive James Gunn. I don’t honestly know if I forgive him, even though I think the man he is today is a good man and hearing Mike fucking Cernovich complain about him is like hearing Dracula call out a vegan for putting honey in their tea. But I will say that in a world where true penitence is rare, it’s important to recognize it when it happens. It is never easy to do the right thing without any hope of reward, and I admire that about James Gunn no matter what else happens.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Panties in Your Purse”!

July 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–“The Boys of Summer”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Panties in Your Purse” (MC FF)!

Ella has a little challenge every day, one set for her by her girlfriend and hypnodomme. It’s very simple – all she has to do is avoid handing her soaking wet panties over to her Mistress when they meet for lunch. But if it’s so simple, then why does Ella keep losing? Here’s a taste:

Obviously, the bus was not going to be the problem. Even if she was going to spend her bus ride in thinking about…about lunch with Mikayla, which she wasn’t because she didn’t need to because lunch with Mikayla today was going to be entirely unremarkable save for Ella’s little look of triumph when Mikayla asked for her panties and she said, “Ooh, sorry, can’t, babe, still wearing them…” (Ella paused for a moment, savoring the mental image.) Even if she was going to think about…that, thinking would be all she did. She couldn’t act on any of Mikayla’s suggestions in public. Not without getting arrested, at least, and Ella and her subconscious were at least in agreement that getting arrested was a bad idea. The bus was safe.

Which meant that she could think more about the whole situation with Mikayla, ironically enough. It would be harmless, because she couldn’t do anything to act on it. She could calmly, dispassionately examine the way she felt whenever she thought of slipping off to the restroom a few minutes before lunch, pulling her panties off before going to Mikayla’s restaurant and handing them over to Mikayla before spending the rest of the day without any underwear. And obviously, it felt humiliating.

But what exactly felt so humiliating about it? Was it the threat of discovery? She didn’t think that anyone would actually look up her skirt when she returned from lunch every day; her desk faced a window, and anyway the office started to clear out around three. During the last hour, she didn’t even see anyone most days. The idea that someone would notice that she was naked under her skirt was kind of absurd, even if she did spend every afternoon feverishly contemplating the possibility. Perhaps that was enough, though. Maybe just the potential for being caught, the idea that someone might see her slick and shaven cunt framed by her thighs and the fabric of her skirt, was enough to give her a shamefully erotic thrill.

Hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Eleven

July 15, 2018

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As we go through my old stories that use hypnosis as a narrative device, in order to see how realistic (and usually how ethical) the hypnosis is, one of my personal takeaways is… wow, have I written a lot of stories. Even skipping all the ones that use mind control rays, drugs, telepathy, magic spells or items, and in one notable case good feng shui, we’re still not at the halfway point of my work. I mean, I obviously love mind control erotica, but I do sometimes look back on it all and go, “Was that all really me?”

But since the answer is ‘yes’, let’s keep going, shall we?

Black Velvet: This one is almost certainly feasible. Desdemona is using a few different techniques, some of them related to warm reading (an old standby of psychics, using previously-obtained information on a person to make that person think they have extrasensory perception) as well as hypnosis, but all she’s really doing is guiding Alma to a realization she probably would have had anyway – she’s a lesbian and she wants to get out of her shitty little town. Obviously in real life, this should be achieved through non-hypnotic ways, but since this is fiction and not real life, Alma doesn’t mind that she was manipulated since the ends were so benevolent. (Remember, fictional people are always enthusiastically consenting!)

Small Town: And on the other end of the scale… oh Good Lord is this neither possible nor in any way ethical. Honestly, it’s to the point where this is one of the few stories that I think I’ve written that would be better if you take out the mind control – Mabel is such an interesting character, and the idea of a tiny little town that’s sex-positive and kink-friendly and treats D/s as just another town service is kind of a happy one even if mind control is about the only way you could realistically achieve it. (Although if anyone wants to settle a small town of about 800 people based on the principles of egalitarian sex-positive kinkiness, please let me subscribe to your newsletter.)

But obviously, no. It does not work that way. You cannot convince someone to give up their entire life and move to Tennessee based on one session of sex and hypnosis, not even if the sex is really good. Mabel probably wouldn’t even be able to get Willow into any kind of meaningful trance state, because she wouldn’t be able to achieve the kind of necessary rapport and trust that’s needed for hypnosis. Remember, none of this is magic, and while the subconscious mind may be very literal and lack a lot of critical thinking skills, it’s not dumb, either. Willow would just keep snapping out of it no matter how much Mabel tried to lull her into an accepting state.

But since I didn’t want to have a story that ended with someone locked in the basement and brainwashed for two months, hypnosis it was!

The Final Countdown: Hmm. This is one of those stories where the answer is genuinely, “I don’t know,” not because I think it’s more likely or less likely but because there is no ethical way to find out how much hypnosis and brainwashing and gaslighting and psychological manipulation it would take to get someone to a point where they would go into a trance state against their will and stay there. (Along with everything else Ashley does in the story under Lyle’s influence.)

I’m inclined to think it’s probably impossible; Ashley clearly wants to leave or she wouldn’t be at the bus station, and at the very least there’s going to be a constant incongruence between her conscious and subconscious minds even if she is getting some need met by staying in trance all the time for Lyle. But there’s a strong implication that they’ve been playing together for a long time, and I don’t really know that you couldn’t induce that kind of psychological dependency if it was your only goal and you spent years on it using deep hypnosis and psychological conditioning. And I don’t want to know, because it’s not something anyone should be trying anyway. Let’s just file this one under “fantasy only” and not worry about the details.

Unforgettable: The hypnosis in this story is more or less realistic, although I did fudge on the hypnotic amnesia for dramatic purposes. In real life, amnesia isn’t nearly as easy to achieve for most people as it is in fiction, and that’s especially true of something they don’t want to forget. Ursula in the story knows there’s something she’s forgotten that she can’t remember, but a real person would simply refuse to accept the suggestion.

But it is worth noting that even in the story, the suggestion doesn’t work the way Chandra wants it to, because hypnosis is not a magic button that you can press to make someone forget that you took advantage of their diminished capacity to consent to have sex with them. You cannot fix your problems with hypnosis, and trying will only make it worse. In the story, it so happened that Ursula forgave Chandra (after a good smack on the shoulder), but in the real world this would be sexual assault and would probably leave Ursula pretty freaked out. Always do the consent talk before the hypnosis happens, OK?

Hot Blooded: And on a much happier note, we have Jack and Diane’s third story! Jack and Diane, in addition to being a very cute couple with a lot of imagination when it comes to hypnosis, also are models for realistic hypnosis and good consent practices. Diane has freely and enthusiastically consented to having triggers planted that she doesn’t consciously remember, and this story shows a very real and very hot way that you can use hypnotic conditioning on a skilled and consenting hypnotic subject to do some very interesting things. Like, say, make them think that their arousal trigger isn’t doing anything, when it’s actually turning them on more and more with every repetition.

(I should really go back to these two sometime. Just to see how they’re getting on.)

In any event, that’s another five down, and I’m sure I’ll come back to this again soon! See you next week!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Access Babylon”!

July 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–“Quiet Your Mind”, 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 “Access Babylon” (MC MF FD)!

In the wars of the future, soldiers will be more integrated than ever with the technology we use to fight our battles. But with advanced AI/human integration comes a new kind of weapon – malware capable of infecting the human brain through that computer link. Carbine is a soldier of tomorrow… and the program that’s infected his brain has made him a danger to everyone he knows. Unless his systech Rio can stop him… here’s a taste.

“I…how did you know that?” Carbine remembered the battle; he remembered the metal sphere shooting up into the air from a concealed launcher five clicks east of Madrid, and he remembered putting up his firewalls just as the transmitter blasted out a wave of data designed to corrupt his computer-augmented brain into changing loyalties. He remembered blasting the databomb out of the sky and firing off an emergency shutdown beacon that prevented Delta from attacking their own flank–he even remembered hoping for a medal. But he didn’t remember the malware getting through.

Rio’s face suddenly resolved into focus as she said, “Because you told me. You sent me a message telling you that your self-diagnostics were lighting up all over the place, that you had a worm you couldn’t quarantine and it was corrupting your higher critical thinking subroutines.” It was amazing how crystal clear the image suddenly became as she spoke. Carbine didn’t know how he could possibly have had trouble seeing her before. The visuals were so sharp now that he could practically zoom right in on her vital areas. “You said you were going to report to me for debugging.”

Carbine furrowed his brow in confusion. “Did I?” Of course he did, he could access his memories with perfect clarity and see the moment in his own timeline, but…but it didn’t seem important. The entire sequence of events, everything from getting the self-diagnostic alert message to realizing his thought processes were affected to contacting Rio, it had all been flagged with such a low priority by his piggybrain that he couldn’t keep it in his head unless he was directly viewing it. None of the information he was seeing mattered, not next to the important things his augments were telling him to do; and his meatbrain had been wired to listen to his piggybrain. Hell, half the reason that a soldier got a computer piggybacked onto his neural cortex was to keep him from getting distracted with irrelevancies in the middle of a crisis. He didn’t need to know about everything he was doing. Piggy would keep track of it.

Hope you enjoy it!

The August Challenge (and What’s Going on in My Life)

July 11, 2018

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A few months back, I did a challenge where I asked people to step up and make sure that my donations stayed at an average of $150 per story for the entire month, and in return I promised to do an audio induction file. Everyone stepped up, everyone was patient while I worked through a cold, and everyone was (I think) happy with the file. I liked pretty much all of the parts of that, and I’m thinking I’d like to do it again.

This time, I thought I might make it a little more interesting, by offering to do an audio file of an induction I haven’t released yet. That does mean you’re going to have to take it kind of sight unseen, unlike “Um…”, but it also means that this is a file that you won’t otherwise get a chance at experiencing for several months even as an Early Bird Patron. I think that might be a fun enticement, and hey – if it’s not, that just means that I won’t record it and we’ll try something different next time.

There is one other caveat, which is that I’m up for a new position in my mundane vanilla pay-the-bills job. If I get it, which is not guaranteed, I’m going to be semi-incommunicado for the month of September. Not completely – I’ll be able to post my usual stuff (I hope) – but enough that in the fortunate event that folks want to give me enough money to make this happen, I will not be able to record it until mid-September at the earliest. It’s definitely something that’ll happen if folks put up the cash, but I know it will be delayed somewhat by circumstances.

So. We’ve got a few weeks for people to do any financial planning they need to, we’re already sitting pretty at $144, let’s see what happens in August!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Jacob’s Word”!

July 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–“Valentine’s Treatment”, teased previously as an Early Bird Reward story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Jacob’s Word” (MC MF MD)!

Cheryl keeps trying to explain the effect that Jacob’s mysterious word has on her, but Doctor Beckham just doesn’t understand. Maybe that’s because what happens when she hears the word seems impossible. Or maybe it’s just that Cheryl has a lot of trouble thinking clearly ever since she heard it the first time. Here’s a taste:

Even though Cheryl came into the office expecting pretty much exactly that response, it nonetheless hurt to hear it. She didn’t even know anymore how many times she’d tried to explain the problem, only to be met with the same bemused condescension. And of course, if she got angry or upset or let any of her frustration show even a little, that only confirmed their snap diagnosis that they were dealing with an ‘irrational’ woman who needed therapy, and not…not…not whatever the fuck she did need. She tried to control her voice as she said, “No. It’s not something a couples counselor can help with. Jacob and I aren’t even a couple.”

Doctor Beckham blinked. He furrowed his brow in such obvious confusion that Cheryl could practically picture the gears grinding inside his skull. “I beg pardon,” he said at last, clearly picking his way through a verbal minefield. “But you said that you lived in this man Jacob’s home. That you were having regular sexual intercourse with him. Is that no longer ongoing, or…?” He trailed into silence, as if unsure which path would take him safely to the end of the sentence and not wanting to risk a misstep.

Cheryl squirmed in what she hoped Doctor Beckham would see as discomfort. Her hand twitched subliminally, a brief flicker of almost imperceptible motion as the words ‘sexual intercourse with him’ triggered a spasmodic urge to masturbate while picturing Jacob’s cock where her fingers were. She forced it aside. “N-no,” she said, staring at the floor so that her long chestnut hair waterfalled over her face and hid her blush. “He’s still fuh…I’m still his…” The heat in her pussy kept building as she struggled frantically to find a way to describe her sex life that didn’t set off any of the suggestions in her head. “It’s still ongoing,” she said at last. “But it’s not. Um. It’s not intentional. It’s the word again.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for June 2018

July 1, 2018

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It’s officially the first of July, and I’m sure you know what that means if you’re a regular reader of my blog – it’s time to look back at last month’s stories and talk a little bit about what made them all happen! Let’s get started, shall we?

Smells Like Teen Spirit: This one started out with a comment from Thrallflower, who mentioned that she had a perfume with an initial scent that she didn’t much care for but that it was amazing during drydown. Being something of a novice to the world of perfume, I asked what that meant, and she explained that perfumes have different components that volatilize at different rates, and some perfumers take advantage of this to create perfumes that actually change their aroma as they dry. I said that gave me an idea for a story, and she encouraged me in my madness.

It should be noted that the specific perfumerie she was talking about, which was used as the general inspiration for Sable Fire, is an outfit called Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. Unlike the story, though, they seem to be run by some pretty damn amazing people and not Erik Midnight types at all. I will happily plug them here, although I’ll admit, I was just amused enough by the purple prose of their perfume descriptions to poke a little light fun at them in the finished story (although the best line, “this smells like the comfort of a woolen blanket settled over a litter of sleeping puppies, with a hint of warm oxygen,” was Thrallflower’s and was used with her express permission).

Resistance: This one wound up almost childishly simple – I saw the title, and of course I thought of hypnotic resistance, and then I thought that it had a dual meaning in the sense of electrical resistance, and then I remembered that resistors heat up, and oh my god I just had to do it. It wound up working very well, although I think I got as many compliments for doing a story featuring two women who worked in STEM positions that weren’t reduced to compliant housewives by the end as I did for the seduction scenes. I’m okay with that – I want my characters to feel like they’re taken from all walks of life, not just the stereotypical roles for people in porn. If you’re a woman who’s a scientist or an engineer, you should be able to see yourself in your kink without being made to be ashamed of who you are and what you do without being treated like an anomaly to be ‘fixed’.

And also you should be seduced by lesbians. NO WAIT

Looking Out My Window: This one was inspired by, um… me. No, seriously, I did a Tumblr caption a while back, which came to me when I saw a woman lounging half-nude directly in front of an electric fan and an open window, and it went a little something like this:

She only intended to look for a moment. She knew what had happened to the others; she had seen them, sleepwalking out of the dormitory, wandering into the forest. Caught. Enticed into the darkness. Lost. She swore it would never happen to her.

So at night, she left the windows shut, the curtains drawn. Even if it meant sleeping nude, relying on the electric fan to dry the sweat from her body, she refused to let herself catch even a glimpse of the outside. Every morning there were fewer of them. Every morning she saw the footprints in the mud leading past the broken-down truck that was their only way out, the footprints that she didn’t dare follow. But she would never let it happen to her.

And then it was tonight. And the lights shone through the curtains, bright enough to pierce the thick fabric and dazzle her sleeping eyes. She felt like she couldn’t possibly keep them closed forever. She would look just for a moment. Just long enough to satisfy that tingling itch in the back of her brain, that maddening desire to see what it was that lured away the careless and the unwary in the night.

And now she’s looking. Staring. Caught. Helpless. The faerie lights beckoning her deeper into their beauty. And against her will, her legs are beginning to stir.

I liked the idea of it, the gradual whittling down of the numbers as one by one, they’re drawn out into the forest by the mesmerizing lights, and I found myself thinking back to it and expanding on the scenario with little details like the twisting of time and space to keep them constantly trapped in the one building. When I saw a title that perfectly fit the theme, I decided to expand on it a little. I hope it was enjoyed.

In and Out: One of my major hot buttons, both in fiction and in play, is the idea of sexual pleasure directly functioning as a deepener of trance and obedience. The idea of literally being fucked into trance is so hot to me that when I saw a song actually titled “In and Out”, I knew I was going to make it about someone using sex as a hypnotic induction. And I felt like that restricted me to a consensual encounter, because let’s face it, it is hard not to feel very weird about writing something where someone who is not willing to have sex is made to have sex anyway and then hypnotized to want it. I mean, mind control is a problematic enough fantasy as it is, y’know?

So it was going to be consensual sex, and I decided that consensual hypnosis would work well with that… and again, the fantasies we play around with are problematic enough that I like to do some purely consensual stories from time to time, just to model the idea that yes, you can have your fantasies met without resorting to things that are highly unethical if done in the real world. So I made up Bethany as my “person who wants to try hypnotic sex”, Miranda as my knowledgeable Domme, and just sort of wrote out what kinds of happy things would happen naturally between them.

Spiderwebs: Um, speaking of problematic… this was obviously inspired directly by the No Doubt song, which has all sorts of hot/creepy lyrics for the hypnofetishist like “your words walk right through my ears” and “Now I’m caught in the web you’re spinning” and “Now it’s gone too deep, you wake me in my sleep”. Also a direct inspiration is the element of screening her phone calls to avoid a guy who won’t take no for an answer. The inductionettes that Galen leave all use being tangled in his words as a metaphor primarily because otherwise the title wouldn’t make any sense, but they came pretty easily – there’s some overlap between bondage and hypnosis as fetishes, in terms of induced helplessness, and so the idea of having your thoughts tied and twisted and tangled up feels like a pretty natural start for an induction. For the right person.

And that’s June out of the way–next weekend is going to be very busy for me, so the blog post might be delayed a bit, but I should be back with another entry on Sunday or thereabouts!