Archive for September, 2018

Liner Notes for September 2018

September 30, 2018

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Hi all! It is the end of the month, and that means it is the beginning of my Liner Notes for the month! As usual, this is me rambling about the creative process that goes into my stories in a way that will hopefully intrigue and inform you. Let’s get under way, shall we?

This Is You Throwing In the Towel: One of my occasional themes when my MC stories get dark is the idea that there are a lot of people out there for whom mindless obedience would be a step up – with so many of us forced into lives of quiet drudgery anyway, the argument goes, wouldn’t it at least be nice if we could somehow be made to enjoy it? As soon as I saw the title ‘This Is You Throwing In the Towel’, I knew it would fit well with a story along those lines. Specifically, I knew that it would involve an informed choice between mindless slavery and the more subtle, everyday kind.

You’ll usually find me getting out my social conscience soapbox for these stories, and sure enough, Janet has the kind of everyday life where she’s sexually objectified and harassed by men and has to just sit there and take it, to the point where being an actual brainwashed sex slave would at least carry the upside of mindless pleasure. And yes, there’s a little bit of a complaint in there about the way that our education system is designed to turn out workers, not people, and the over-reliance on multiple-choice testing and the prioritization of rote memorization over genuine understanding. (I may have some teachers in my social life who’ve spoken about this.) The point all along, I knew, was that while Janet’s will was weakened by all the conditioning, what she really wanted was to be happy and fulfilled. We all do. But sadly, not enough of us get that.

Only Just Begun: Obviously, this is a simpler and happier story (I mean, so long as you ignore the fact that Nancy’s being brainwashed without her consent into an obedient sex slave, but Nancy is an imaginary person so we can all pretend that she totally would have if she’d been presented with the option and why does this story still feel like the happier of these two?) I wanted it to focus on brainwashing through the combination of deep hypnosis and powerful sexual pleasure, which is one of my favorite things to (consensually and ethically) do as a top and which is very easy for me to write. I think it came out nicely.

Echo: Unlike this one, which was kind of a bear to write for a lot of reasons and which I still don’t think I stuck the landing on. I came up with the basic idea before I even saw the title, where one of my superheroes would meet a potential version of themselves created by a time-crackingly powerful artifact wielded by one of my supervillains. I knew that the other version would be evil, because that’s kind of a time-honored superhero story tradition that I hadn’t really done a whole lot with yet. And I settled on WildRose and Doctor Darke because they seemed like sufficiently well-established characters to give the whole thing a bit of dramatic heft.

But what didn’t hit me until I was writing it was just how hard it would be to get any sexuality into the whole thing. I’m definitely proud of the big twist, that the protagonist WildRose is actually the “fake” one, but I feel like the sex scene really stops short of being a sex scene because for some reason “sex with yourself” turned out to be a surprise squick for me that I couldn’t really get past. I thought I’d be able to write a really good, really hot WildRose-on-WildRose sequence, but I wound up chickening out to just a light tease before I wrapped up the plot as fast as I could (it makes sense as an ending, but I think it’s fairly perfunctory due to my awkwardness with the whole sex part). There’s basically a really delicate blend between “sexy” and “plotty” in these stories, and I think I had the wrong mix.

Counting Stars: I’ve had this one in mind for a while now, pretty much ever since the song got its big airplay about five years ago. I knew it was going to be two people ‘stargazing’, with one of them definitely having something other than the stars in mind, but the details kind of fuzzed and fogged in my head (and mingled with another idea I have, for the song ‘Fireflies’ which also lends itself to a “lie back and look at the pretty lights, dearie” mentality). In the end, I went with a male/female pairing and a trip out to the countryside that both parties know is as much about sex as it is about scenery, and pushed it just that tiny bit past vanilla sex to make it clear that there’s real hypnosis and brainwashing involved. The protagonist isn’t unhappy at all with this turn of events, though.

Zero Signal: As I’ve previously noted, I am trying to work in some M/M stories into my repertoire; they’re never going to be my focus, but I want to do them and do them well. And another of my occasional themes in mind control erotica is the idea of a human brain functioning like a computer, and human thoughts as patterns of signals produced by that computer. I don’t really believe that it’s possible to find a special frequency that will genuinely make a person helplessly susceptible to external programming, but it’s enough of a recurrent fantasy of mine that I think you’ll find it popping up in a lot of my stories once you start looking for it. When I saw this title, it was very much not hard to take it in that direction with a “gay conversion” tale.
And that’s September in the books – join me next week for another blog post, and next month for a new set of Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Art Appreciation” and “Girls Are Always Right”!

September 28, 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–“Zero Signal”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two new stories, “Art Appreciation” (MC MD MA) and “Girls Are Always Right” (MC MF FD RB)!

In “Art Appreciation”, Michelle and her friend Penny are being treated to a private exhibition of a Dutch painter. Michelle doesn’t know much about art, but by the time she looks at a few of Gustav van Niftrik’s mesmerizing paintings, she knows what she likes. Here’s a taste:

“These are the works of Gustav van Niftrik, a contemporary Dutch painter who believed like his predecessors in Neoplasticism that art had the potential to truly transform the spirit by bringing it into contact with an immutable truth, if presented in the right context. He designed this entire gallery–not just the paintings, but the layout and lighting as well–in order to give his work the context necessary to transform his audience. You’ll note that in this first painting, which he calls ‘Receptive’, the subject of the piece has a look of rapt fascination on her face? That’s Gustav telling you to open up, to be captivated by what you see. Just stare at it for a moment, you’ll know when you’re ready to move on.”

Michelle took a moment to gaze at the painting, a portrait of a woman’s face drawn with almost photo-realistic clarity. The picture was drawn as an extreme close-up, the surroundings entirely absent in favor of providing every detail of the subject. Like the tour guide said, she had an expression of wide-eyed preoccupation–her jaw hung open loosely, and her facial muscles were slack as she stared in obvious enthrallment at something. It was so real that it almost made Michelle want to turn around and see what the woman was looking at, but she forced herself to continue studying the painting.

And in “Girls Are Always Right”, a difficult patient finds that his therapist has turned his case over to someone much better at getting people to open up – her Girl(tm). Here’s a taste of that as well:

Noah froze, his hips half-swiveled in the act of turning around. His jaw hung open in a mixture of bewilderment and astonishment as he tried to take Doctor Schuyler’s words and turn thim into some kind of meaningful narrative of events. But no matter how he rearranged the implications of her explanation, his mind circled around to the same answer like water swirling down a drain. “You want me to fuck your robot sex toy?” he asked, his voice faintly aghast.

“No,” the Girl said, standing up in a single smooth movement and walking around the desk to interpose her voluptuous body between him and the door before he’d even consciously processed that he was trying to leave. “She wants you to talk to your robot sex toy. You’re trying to bring sex into it because a discussion of whether her behavior is appropriate is less threatening to you than a conversation about your emotions.”

She smiled, clearly enjoying his astonishment. “We’ve been programmed to be very good listeners, Noah. Communication is essential for intimacy, and intimacy improves the sexual experience. Doctor Schuyler’s just making use of that programming in a therapeutic setting.” Her eyes glowed slightly brighter with amusement, slowly shifting in color from purple to green as Noah watched. She took him by the hand with a grip that felt irrefutable and led him over to the therapy couch. “Now, Noah,” she said, gesturing to the soft cushions, “why don’t we have a seat and you can talk about some of the things that are bothering you?”

Hope you enjoy them both!

“The Authorities”

September 23, 2018

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A while back, I posted a fairly lengthy rant about the way that some people like to use terms that recharacterize people who are vocally upset over their own sexual victimization as “lynch mobs” or “witch hunts”. And one of the things I mentioned in there, almost as an aside, is the way that the judicial system is rarely up to handling complaints about sexual predators in a meaningful way. I left it at that at the time, but it’s kind of been in the news lately in a pretty significant fashion, so I thought it was time to revisit it.

There are basically two layers to this. One is the vanilla layer, which is the depressingly blunt truth that whatever the laws on the books might say, the people in charge of the judicial system simply do not value women’s bodily autonomy and only take crimes like sexual assault and rape seriously when it can be used to reinforce existing social norms. This means that a white man is by default never a rapist in the eyes of the law, because women’s bodies exist for the sexual gratification of men and so a woman is by default assumed to consent simply because men want what they have and it’s “unfair” to deny it to them.

That’s not to say that there aren’t specific examples of women getting justice for their rapes, but they are exceptions to the general rule (and very frequently involve the rapist being part of their own marginalized culture – black men are convicted of rape, as with everything else, at a much higher rate than white men). It remains a sad truth that the burden of proof in a rape/sexual assault/sexual harassment case remains very much on the woman to demonstrate that she did not do anything, anything at all that could conceivably be construed as inviting the man’s attentions.

I hate to use property crimes as an analogy here, because the whole point of this is that women are not property, but imagine if we regularly saw people defending themselves from bicycle theft charges in in court by insisting that the original owner of the bike told them to accept it as a gift, that it was really one of those “he said/he said” situations, and that they probably just regretted giving away their bike afterwards and now they’re trying to make trouble for a good family man. It would simply be laughed out of court, but when women try to claim the same authority over their own bodies that men claim over their vehicles, they’re shut down. Regularly. Constantly. Continuously.

And not without risk to themselves – a woman who reports, even if not believed, is viewed as “making trouble” for men, and you can best believe that a society that treats women like this just for existing and having sexual characteristics isn’t going to be nicer to a woman who makes men’s lives anything less than perfect. Rape and death threats are common responses to reporting crimes of sexual predation, not just from the rapist but from a host of men who have a vested interest in making sure that women stay good and convinced that getting redress for their grievances isn’t worth the effort.

TL;DR: The rapist in charge of the federal government, who has just nominated an attempted rapist to the highest court of appeal in the nation, is wondering why a woman might not have decided to “go to the authorities” about her assault. It. Is. Self. Explanatory.

Now let’s add onto that the second layer, relevant to the particular interests of this blog, which is kink. Because you do hear that defense of sexual predators a hell of a lot in the kink community when someone prominent gets outed as a rapist: “Well, why doesn’t she go to the police instead of the event organizers, we can’t investigate crimes like this, what about due process, why can’t we just have fun at these things…” (I just deleted literally a whole paragraph of additional justifications.) The point is, a lot of people who would normally shriek bloody screaming murder at the thought of one kinkster identifying another to the mundanes is suddenly all about involving the judicial system when it comes to sexual assault.

But again, the judicial system isn’t even equipped to process the basic concept that women have bodily autonomy and authority over their own sexual activities. The idea that you’re going to introduce an additional concept to them, that women are capable of consenting to extreme and sometimes physically damaging activities, and then revoking that consent? There simply isn’t a framework for this. Depending on the specific kinky thing you’re doing, they’re either set a damaging legal precedent (imagine what it would be like for everyone into flogging if a judge decided that a woman can’t meaningfully consent to being beaten?) or they’re going to blow off the complaint (“so you let him strip you naked and tie you up, but then you ‘changed your mind’ when he started having sex with you?”) Neither one of these are the outcome that the victim wants, and neither one of them is respecting her right to give and withdraw consent.

To say nothing of the fact that, again, even vanilla women are harassed by their own community for reporting their sexual assaults (and “making trouble” for powerful men, which is usually unspoken but gosh the Republicans are shouting it right now). Can you imagine how the kink community would treat a woman who reported a rape at a play party? With the witnesses having to be subpoenaed, testify under their real names that they attend kink events, and admit that they regularly participate in actions of dubious legality (again, there is nothing on the books that says that whipping someone is okay if they tell you to). Women are treated like shit by the kink community for reporting their rapes to other kinksters. There’s no way they wouldn’t be harassed to death, possibly literally, if they went outside the community to get justice.

(Just as a bit of additional clarification, because I can feel some people getting ready to willfully misread that previous paragraph: I am not saying that kinky women shouldn’t report crimes committed against them because it would inconvenience or threaten other kinksters. I’m saying they don’t report crimes committed against them because they know full well what the reaction from the kink community would be to feeling threatened or inconvenienced. There is a huge difference there, and it once again involves shitty and inadequate support systems for women who assert their bodily autonomy.)

So. The reason we keep things “in-house”, in the kink community, is because we are all we have. There’s no way the courts are going to be helpful if they weigh in – they can’t figure out that putting an attempted rapist on the Supreme Court is maybe a mistake, and we expect them to navigate the nuances of kink? Fuck that noise. We self-police because we have to. Now, that doesn’t mean that we need to replicate the entire judicial system in miniature; as I’ve noted previously and as others have noted as well, the consequences for violating the rules imposed by the kink community are not the same as the consequences for violating the rules imposed by the federal government, and they don’t involve deprivation of life, liberty or property. If the punishment for your crime is, “You don’t get to come to our parties anymore,” you don’t get to demand a trial by jury.

To be clear, this is not the end of the conversation. There’s a fucking HELL of a lot more that needs to be done to protect the safety of women in kink, and men for that matter. I’ve been doing a lot of shorthand in this post (including regarding the differences between rape, sexual assault, and sexual harassment, since for the purposes of this conversation they’re just all awful) but it’s worth mentioning that anyone can have their consent violated, not just submissive women, and everyone has the same right to boundaries. But even with that said, there’s a lot that I can’t cover in one blog post. I’m not even able to get into the way that ostracism isn’t the punishment that it should be, because so many kink communities are isolated from each other and because so many submissives find kink through other paths. All I can really do is say this.

When you hear someone say they’ve been sexually victimized, and your first impulse is to wonder why they didn’t go to the cops… think about who’s running this country right now. Think about what he’d be like as a small-town sheriff, or a district attorney, or maybe a federal judge. And maybe set that aside as a criterion of belief.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Lazy Boy”!

September 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–“Counting Stars”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Lazy Boy” (MC MF FD)!

It’s been a long day working in the garden, but Jen has just the relaxing place for her good boy. And just the right trigger, too. Here’s a taste:

As I’m crossing through the great room, Jen gets back from the supply run she went on this morning. She comes through the door with a double armload of shopping bags and sees me, naked and exhausted and covered in scrapes and bruises. (I don’t think I mentioned the bruises. There are bruises. I whanged myself pretty good on the shin when the wheelbarrow caught a root.) She takes one look at me, and I guess I most look even worse than I feel because she sets down the bags, points to the recliner, and says, “Sit. Now.”

I don’t argue with Jen when she uses that tone of voice. I also get kind of hard, normally, but I’m a little too tired to do more than twitch right now. I flop down into the cushions of the recliner with a weariness that tells me that I was sucking it up a little harder than I realized. Once I sit down, it feels like I may never get back up again.

Now, I know that some of that is down to Jen. When we finally got the house renovated enough that we could move in, she decided to take advantage of our newfound privacy to indulge a few of the fantasies she’d been saving over the years. Not that she didn’t get a pretty big kick out of playing with my head on a regular basis even when we were both working, but she had a whole lot of fantasies that involved unlimited free time and no neighbors within twenty miles, you know? And the recliner was one of them. The recliner was the center of a lot of them, to be honest.

She didn’t let me sit in it just any time I wanted. We had plenty of couches to cuddle on if we just wanted to watch television or something. No, she saved the recliner for special occasions, when she was feeling a little bit frisky and a big bit toppy and she wanted me to start feeling groggy and fuzzy almost as soon as I sat down. She only let me sit in this chair when she was going to hypnotize me, and I knew it. And knowing it made me start to slip away into trance just a little bit even before she used any triggers or inductions, because the feel of the chair under my body was automatically and irrevocably associated with the trance experience. She calls it an anchor. The chair is anchored to trance in my mind, because I only sit in it on those special occasions.

We, uh… we have a lot of special occasions these days.

Hope you enjoy it!


September 16, 2018

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So a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that I’d been stretching myself a little bit and doing some hypnotic ‘arts and crafts’ style endeavors, as part of my ongoing quest to feel more fully invested in my kinky self. I thought I might take a bit today and show off the results! First, my new hypno-pendant:


This was remarkably simple, if I’m to be honest – JoAnn’s sells great big fuckoff Svarkovski crystals that have been pre-drilled near the top, and chains in all different varities. All I had to do was thread an eye-ring (also sold at JoAnn’s) through the hole and bend it around the chain with a pair of flat-head pliers. And voila! One adorable hypno-prop, suitable for dangling in front of your unsuspecting victim.

This next one is a little bit less polished, but I think I’m much more proud of it:


This started life as a three-inch wooden disc (again, JoAnn’s) that I painted with a spiral design using acrylic paint. I’m pretty proud of the spiral, honestly – I realized early on that if I made a 1.5-inch paper disc, and precessed it around the center, I could get really nice, smooth, even curves. The lettering was freehanded with an acrylic paint pen – the spacing came out a little uneven, but I’m ludicrously happy with the mantra itself. If you hold the disc between your thumb and forefinger and rotate it, it forms a perfect “endless sentence” that constantly comes into view while the spiral whirls. The shiny surface is just a little glossy sealant to help keep it all nice and clean.

I have two other wooden discs, and I’m thinking I might try to do something clever with a drill and a pin and a couple of washers to make something that rotates freely, but that’s a little more involved so I’m saving it for another day (one where I can wander past Home Depot and ask a few innocent-sounding questions). For now, I just really wanted to show off a little, and hopefully inspire others to make their own fun hypno-toys!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Messy”!

September 13, 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–“Echo”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Messy” (MC FF)!

Laura is visiting her girlfriend-slash-Mistress, Madeira, for her weekly session of hypnotic domination. And naturally, the first thing Madeira decides to do is check to see whether her good girl is all wet and ready for her. Turns out that Madeira has a lot to be happy about… and so does Laura. Here’s a taste:

She let herself in and knelt down on the pillow on the living room floor just as she heard Madeira’s footsteps on the stairs. She thought she might have gotten away with it until she heard that rich, husky voice calling out to her. “You’re a little late,” Madeira said from behind Laura’s shoulder. Laura shivered, resisting the urge to turn to face her Mistress.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she replied, aiming her eyes downward at the floor instead. A month ago, she would have tried to argue, but she knew by now that the more she spoke back to Mistress the longer the punishment would last. Laura couldn’t help wanting her sessions with Madeira to be about pleasure instead of pain, and even though she knew that was a form of conditioning, she also knew that conditioning worked even if you knew about it. Laura was being subtly brainwashed to want to please Madeira. She’d be upset about that, if it didn’t turn her on so fucking much.

“Punishment pose, please,” Madeira said, and Laura leaned forward until her breasts were pressed into the floor and her ass was high in the air. She didn’t need to pull her skirt up to present her buttocks for spanking; with a dress this short, she was fully capable of flashing people just by bending over. (A fact that Mistress had taken advantage of on one or two memorable occasions.) There was a pause as Madeira walked over to draw the heavy curtains, then another pause that seemed to draw out into a silent eternity as Laura waited for her spanking.

Hope you enjoy it!

On Tenses and Perspectives

September 9, 2018

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I don’t often do a pure “writing advice” piece, because honestly I’m never quite sure where my advice falls on the line from ‘obvious to everyone and not worth mentioning’ to ‘weird inside baseball stuff that nobody cares about’. But it did occur to me that one of the things I like to experiment with a lot is tenses and points of view, and I thought it might be nice for some of you who’ve thought about doing the same to hear what I have to say.

First, let’s get the basics out of the way. The ‘tense’, in this sense, is the timeframe that the story occurs in, and it has three possible aspects: Past tense, where the action has happened prior to the narration; present tense, where the action occurs as the narration does, and future tense, where the narration describes a series of events yet to occur. “They went to the store”, “They’re going to the store”, and “They’re going to go to the store”, basically.

Point of view, meanwhile, also known as ‘perspective’ or simply ‘person’, is related to who’s telling the story. First person is narrated directly by the narrator, second person is an imperative directed to the reader, and third person is a description of events from outside the point of view of those involved. (There’s a sub-division there, ‘third person limited’ versus ‘third person omniscient’, which is about how much information about events the narrator allows themselves to have, but it’s not hugely significant.) “I went to the store”, “you went to the store”, “they went to the store”, to follow the example above.

Second, let’s make it clear that tense and perspective are stylistic decisions a writer makes. Despite what some style manuals might tell you and how some particular audience members might react to seeing a particular tense or style, there is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ way to tell a story. Certainly Western narrative tradition defaults to third person past tense, and audiences have come to expect it, but that doesn’t make it the right choice any more than it’s wrong to mix spicy and sweet flavors. As long as it tastes good, you did it right.

So with that in mind, let’s look at why you’d use something other than the default tense or point of view. One reason is to create a sense of intimacy. When you switch out the default third person perspective for the first person, you’re creating an unspoken and rarely directly acknowledged sense that the narrator is speaking directly to the audience. Even when that’s an illusion (and we’ll get to that in a moment), there’s a very strong connection that occurs when you feel like someone is speaking to you personally, and the first person point of view exploits that connection to forge an emotional bond very quickly with the reader.

Another is to create a sense of immediacy. The past tense is, by definition, referring to things that are over and done with. The entire narrative of a past tense story is something that happened and is completed by the time the reader begins the first chapter, and can be assumed to be a finished sequence of events. Present tense, by contrast, refers to things that are happening at the same time the reader experiences them, giving the whole story a sense of urgency that suggests that we are living out the plot as it happens. (And yes, you can combine these two. First person present tense gives an immediate feeling that something important is happening to someone standing right next to you. It’s powerfully immersive.)

You can also experiment with perspective to play with the reader’s expectations. First person lends itself better to the unreliable narrator trope – the narrator is giving you their point of view, and so it’s only natural that sometimes the things they think are true are not. “He left them in the room watching television and went to wash his hands” is an unambiguous statement of fact, but “I left them in the room watching television and went to wash my hands” is an invitation to later discover a bloodstained sink and a room full of corpses posed in front of the TV set. (Um. In the story. I’m much more considerate to my houseguests.)

Likewise, a first-person story is being told to an audience. Now, your audience assumes it’s them, but Nora Jemisin just won her third goddamned Hugo for a trilogy that plays around with point of view for a very specific reveal at the end that is absolutely brilliant about who it is that’s telling the story and who it is that the story is being told to. (And why, but I won’t spoil. All I will say is that those were three very well-deserved Hugos.) You can surprise your audience with a first person or second person story simply by unveiling the identity of the audience or narrator as someone they didn’t expect.

And since we’re on to second person, let’s talk about that. Second person (the “you did/do/will do this”) is probably the most-maligned of all the perspectives, but it really does feel the most immersive when done right. There’s no question that reading the words “you did this” really put you into the skin of the person performing that action… which is honestly why they’re probably the most hated, because they impose the burden of empathy on the reader. “You cried for your lost child” is a much more powerful sentence than “they cried for their lost child”, and many people resent having to engage that deeply with emotions that aren’t theirs. I think my only caution with it, as a writer, is that you always want to know who ‘you’ is, and not just assume there’s a default ‘you’ out there that you can always talk to. Everyone is different, and giving someone a forced ‘you’ can throw them out of the story.

We haven’t talked about one tense yet, and it is a tricky one to use. The future tense is best used to create a sense of anticipation in the reader, and I think best used in short doses. Writing a brief prologue along the lines of, “In five minutes, you’re going to wake up. You’re going to walk downstairs. You’re going to find the person who put you in this bed. And then you’re going to wish you hadn’t…” That creates a set of expectations for the audience, gives them questions to answer and promises simultaneously that those answers are coming. It’s great when used like that. I don’t know that I’d want to read an entire story that’s nothing but a promise of something yet to happen.

And then, last but not least, there’s combining them. First person present tense is intimate and immediate, second person past tense is engaging and mysterious (a narrative of actions you performed but don’t remember until told), third person future tense creates an ominous prophetic sensibility while used. You can switch them up, even, so long as you’re clear where the breaks occur and you have a legitimate reason for doing so (an obvious pairing is alternating between second person and first person in your narration, to describe the perspectives of two different people on the same actions). And there’s also nothing wrong with third person past tense writing; it’s clear, it’s descriptive, and it has the advantage of being what most people are accustomed to reading, so there’s less danger of the style getting in the way of the story.

In the end, I’ll go back to what I said earlier. There’s no right way to do it and no wrong way to do it. There’s just your style. Have fun and find it!

Stretching Myself

September 8, 2018

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Of late, I’ve found myself with something of a yen to do things with my hypnokink beyond just writing stories. It may have something to do with the kinds of play I’ve been doing, but I’ve found myself wanting to create in a number of different ways that don’t involve words. The results are still very tentative, but I’m kind of looking forward to them.

First, I’ve been doing a little bit here and there with voice files. I’m still slightly bummed that the August Challenge didn’t bear fruit, but I’m so ridiculously proud of that particular hypnotic induction that I may well record the result and put it up as a Patreon-exclusive sometime in the next few weeks; there’s something about the link between candy as a harmless pleasure and trance as a harmless pleasure that has made it a joy to write that particular piece, and I’d like to record it out. I’d really be interested in hearing whether this is something that would make my Patrons happy.

Second, I’ve been doing a little bit of crafty work. I had an idea for a tactile hypnotic focus, one that the subject holds and moves while they go under (kind of like a really primitive fidget spinner) and while I originally was hoping to just commission it, I’m finding that I’m enjoying doing the work myself. It’s just painted wood, mind you, the kind of thing you can pick up at JoAnn’s for a buck, but there’s something very special about painting a hypnotic spiral onto something your own self. I’ll share pictures once that’s a little further along.

And also in the realm of “making your own spirals”, I’ve just downloaded Blender (an animation software). I am nowhere near ready to even begin with it – I’m probably going to have to watch an hour or so of YouTube videos just to get to the point where I can make a rotating disc – but I’m really more excited than I expected by the thought of making even simple hypnotic animations. I hope to be able to share more of that soon, as well.

None of this is to say that I’m changing my main focus on writing; I love writing hypnotic stories for y’all. But sometimes stretching yourself in different ways can have unexpected benefits in your main area of expertise; when you go exploring, the best part can be the things you bring back with you.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Uh Huh”!

September 6, 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–“Only Just Begun”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Uh Huh” (MC MM)!

Keith is a young trans man who’s inexperienced with sex… in the sense that his time with Buddy will be his first time ever. But Buddy is sweet, understanding, and has offered to ease Keith’s anxiety with a little bit of hypnosis before they try anything else. As it turns out, Keith really likes hypnosis. And he’s pretty happy about all the ‘anything elses’, too. Here’s a taste:

Which was why Buddy was going to hypnotize him. “It’s okay,” he said, gently brushing Keith’s hair back from his forehead. “You don’t need to take your clothes off, you don’t need to do anything except lie down, watch the pendant, and listen to my voice. I’ve got you, and I’ll take good care of you, I promise. You just relax and listen. You can handle that, can’t you?” He cupped Keith’s chin in his hand, favoring him with that same warm smile that had drawn Keith to him in the first place.

“Uh huh,” Keith said, not trusting his voice with anything more. He was so wound up right now that he was sure the excitement would make it crack, and if he said something in a high register right in the middle of his very first time having sex, he was pretty sure he would have to give up on all human interaction and live in a mountain cave in Tibet somewhere. It had taken him months to get this comfortable with Buddy, and years to get this comfortable with himself–Keith spent most of his adolescence so at odds with his own body that he couldn’t even begin to sort out his orientation. He shoved ‘sex’ down into a little tiny box with a label on it that read, ‘FUCK IT I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO THINK ABOUT’, and he thought that it might stay there forever. Until he met Buddy, and realized that he knew exactly who he was attracted to. And it was Buddy.

Hope you enjoy it!