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Liner Notes for December 2018

December 30, 2018

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Will you look at that – we’ve had the last story of 2018! Don’t worry, I promise there’s more where that came from… but for now, it’s time to do the last Liner Notes of 2018 and talk about the last month of stories! Let’s get started, shall we?

Repetition: One of the things about being in a long-distance relationship that involves hypnosis is that you don’t get as many opportunities as you want for play. Even with Skype, low-cost plane fares, and text chat (which does afford some hypnotic possibilities), there is still a certain amount of… oh, let’s say craving… that needs to be satisfied. This is where hypnosis recordings come in very handy. I’ve both made and listened to files like the one described in this story, and once I got the initial germ of an idea, it was really just a matter of turning reality up a couple of notches into a blissful fantasy world where you never needed to come all the way out of trance. (Although there are probably times where Ximena does need to take off the headphones, but she and her Lady are both mature about it.)

Habit: And speaking of hypnotic recordings… not that I’ve recorded this one, because I honestly think it’s only fair-to-middling in terms of my own induction work, but one of the reasons I do keep writing pieces like this is that I’m always hearing from people who like to record them for their partner to listen to (with their enthusiastic consent, of course). That’s a happy thing to me, even if I do kind of feel like they get a bit samey after a while… something that I’m trying to fix with some of the newer pieces that haven’t been published yet, but that’s a story for another time.

Five More Minutes: One of my Patrons requested a story with an hourglass of some kind as the hypnotic focus, and when I saw this title it felt like a good place to start with that. Naturally, one of the big attractions of using a focus like this is that you can just turn it back over again if they’re not sufficiently hypnotized. That led me to the idea of someone who thinks they only have to resist hypnosis until the sands run out and doesn’t realize that the hypnotist keeps turning the hourglass back over every time they close their eyes, extending the period they have to resist out into infinity. Which obviously implied a certain adversarial quality to their relationship, which in turn led me to the old stalwart of stories like this, “I bet you can’t hypnotize me!”

(There are two things to understand about that sentence. One, anyone who doesn’t want to be hypnotized can’t be hypnotized. Two, most of the people saying that sentence really really really want to be hypnotized.)

Queen of Hearts: Another Patreon request – this person wanted a stage hypnosis show, ideally something like “The Joker” or even a sequel if possible. And I confess, I have been looking for an excuse to do a sequel to “The Joker” for almost ten years now. The one I had in my head never seemed to quite work (I alluded to it in the sequel, it involved Madam Columbina dropping by for a game of strip poker with an ‘active’ hypnotic card in the deck) but when I was able to return it to a stage setting, it somehow seemed to flow significantly better. I’m genuinely proud of some of the stage patter she uses.

Yes, some of the women in the audience are trans. Madam Columbina ain’t no fuckin’ TERF.

X-Ray Eyes: I’ve mentioned in the past that I’m trying to work in more M/M stories into my rotation, so when I had a Patron ask me to do a story where “an alpha is turned beta”, I decided to a) make it into a story about M/M sex, and b) set it in a situation with a very rigid and unbending social structure, since generally speaking, the obsession with “alphaness” is really the kind of thing that belongs in a setting dripping with toxic masculinity. (Um, in case I’m not making it clear, yeah, YKINMK and all that, but really, the whole “alpha male” concept has been both debunked as pseudoscience and inextricably associated with misogynist rhetoric, so I’m not really likely to write something that doesn’t subvert it.)

So yes, my “alpha” is really just someone who’s been told he’s an “alpha” and has picked up a lot of toxic associations with that, and who doesn’t really have enough self-knowledge to understand what he really wants out of sex and relationships yet. (I mean, who does at eighteen, right?) He’s not a “true alpha” because there is no such thing, and Ward uses some social engineering to put him in a position where he doesn’t feel responsible for his own sexuality and can explore guilt-free. Which I guess is “beta” in the view of some people who don’t know that wolves aren’t people and don’t know that much about wolves either, he said cattily. (But hey, I’m a cat person.)

And there’s December in the books! Join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another liner notes! And next year because I won’t be posting another entry until then.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Vacancy”!

December 27, 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–“X-Ray Eyes”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Vacancy” (MC FD MF)!

Paul’s the owner of a small motel out in the middle of nowhere, with very little traffic and plenty of empty rooms. So when a woman comes in out of the rain and asks about the vacancy, he jumps to the wrong conclusion. Turns out that Maryam is interested in working at the motel, and she’s full of ideas to increase business. Opportunity just knocked, but Paul’s going to wish he hadn’t answered the door. Here’s a taste:

Maryam’s eyes lit up like he’d just said the doorknobs were made out of solid gold. “That’s what I’m here for… Paul!” she exclaimed, glancing over at the ‘manager on duty’ sign that he hadn’t changed since his father died. “I’m here to help you build customer relationships, explore alternative revenue streams–to grow the business! You think it’s a problem that so few people stop, but I see it as a chance to truly provide attentive customer service that will bring people back again and again! Take your rooms, for instance. Do you have anything like cable, wifi, anything like that?”

It took almost everything Paul had not to burst out laughing. “They’ve all got TVs,” he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. “But I can’t afford satellite–heck, I can barely afford my own Internet connection.” Thank goodness for college basketball fanatics, he thought to himself. Maybe it wasn’t the ‘alternative revenue stream’ Maryam had in mind, but it kept the lights on and the bills paid when nothing else did.

“Well,” Maryam said, shrugging off his practical objections like a duck shedding water, “we’ll soon fix that. We can start with Room Three, connect the television for Internet access–I can take care of that myself, I’ve got loads of experience with wiring. And once we’ve had a few customers stay in Room Three, I’m sure we’ll have the money to get the other rooms modernized. You’ve got… twelve rooms, it looks like? Yes, this should do quite nicely.”

“Um, I…” Paul was starting to feel like Maryam was having another conversation entirely, one that didn’t include him. “I can’t afford to hire someone, ma’am. I’m sorry. I can’t fix up Room Three, and even if I did, there’s nobody driving down this stretch of road who’s going to stop for the night just because I have cable TV.” He shrugged helplessly, feeling a bit of anger stirring underneath the fugue of exhaustion and confusion. “I’m a nice guy, I do whatever I can to be helpful, but the people who come here don’t have a relationship to build. They’re just here by accident.”

“Exactly!” Maryam said, her eyes wide with excitement. Paul half-expected her to do a little pirouette. “They’re here completely by accident, in this little out of the way hotel on a stretch of road where no one ever stops, tired and confused and exhausted. What’s the first thing they’re going to do when they get to their room? They’re going to look for something comforting. Something familiar.” She paused dramatically, as if waiting for a tiny fanfare. “The television! Oh, it’s just perfect.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Mind Control in “Dead and Buried”

December 23, 2018

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Someone I know once commented to me that an interest in mind control doesn’t always mean you’re turned on by it; sometimes, there are stories that feature mind control in a way that isn’t sexual at all, but that nonetheless grabs your attention and makes you more interested in a story that otherwise might just pass you by. I mention this because I really didn’t find the mind control in “Dead and Buried” sexy, and I kind of hope you don’t either… but it’s nonetheless a story with the kind of mind control that will definitely make you sit up and take notice. Details after the cut…


The Current State of Tumblr

December 16, 2018

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I’ve posted a bit about this here and there on Tumblr itself over the last few weeks, but I feel like I should give some sort of a comprehensive update on my feelings and plans about the website I’ve spent the last few years on. So this is my best effort at an A to Z of the Tumblrgeddon. Which, let’s start there. With the “-geddon” part. Because at least as far as my community goes, Tumblr really did blow everything up.

For those of you who haven’t heard (it’d be difficult by now, but not impossible) Tumblr, in response to its profit margin the Apple store raising concerns about their lackadaisical approach to child porn mostly its profit margin maybe a little bit about the probably unconstitutional regulations about speech related to sex work nah seriously it’s the profit margin thing deep ethical concerns, has decided to remove all “adult content” from its site as of December 17th. This basically means, “no pictures of cocks and no pictures with any female nudity”, although it’s anybody’s guess as to how long it will take them to successfully implement this ban because they’re relying heavily on bots to do this and if you could design an AI that could tell you the content of a picture, you would be making so much money with all of its various other applications that you wouldn’t care about Tumblr. The point is, while it might take a while, Tumblr is pushing out its adult content creators.

Now, on a purely technical level, this does not affect me. I’ve already stopped using images in my posts, and they’ve specified that erotica is still allowed, so come tomorrow I will not be doing anything that violates the Terms of Service. I can continue to post there as long as I like… in theory. In practice, a) they might flag a whole bunch of my older posts that I never took down, b) my blog is explicit and I have no idea what this means under the new set-up, c) they might decide to change the TOS further to get rid of erotica if this doesn’t improve their revenues, d) my audience is primarily one that came to Tumblr looking for porn and a lot of them might leave when all of the visual content goes away, e) I don’t really enjoy being on a site that’s suddenly developed such a nasty case of Puritanism, and f) it’s entirely possible that membership might drop to a point where the site is no longer cost-effective to operate and this whole plan was predicated, no matter what management might say, on the idea that getting rid of the porn would make the site more profitable. Basically, Tumblr could just shut down.

As such, even though there are no immediate changes planned, I’m making preparations to abandon Tumblr. My current plan is to create mirror sites at a variety of other social media options, so that there won’t be any disruption whenever Tumblr does… whatever it’s going to do. I have been, and continue to be, investigating a variety of alternatives, based on the following criteria:

  1. I’m looking for a social media site. I’ve already got a WordPress blog, it blogs quite functionally every week, but it’s not the same as a social media feed and I want to make sure that I can publicize my stuff. I want to know whether people have interacted with the post, through likes or reblogs, and I want it to have a viral component. My flash fic is basically advertising, and advertising works best through word of mouth.
  2. I’m looking for a site that posts text content. I made an account on, and there didn’t even seem to be a way to put text posts on there. It assumed you were posting pics or videos only, and I’m not doing that.
  3. I don’t want another place that’s going to turn around and kick me out. Sharesome, among its other huge problems, has an explicit ban on hypnosis in its TOS. They say they’re not going to do it, but so did FetLife and they were huge assholes about it when it suited them.
  4. I want a site that’s functional. I made a Swarmr account, but a) I can’t customize the appearance of my site without learning a lot more about coding than I want to struggle with right now, and b) I can’t even figure out how to put fucking paragraph stops in my post. It’s a hideous mess and I’m not going with it.
  5. I want a site that doesn’t make a shameless grab for all of the intellectual property I post to it. Strike two, Sharesome.
  6. I want a site that has enough vanilla content that people who are presenting as vanilla can go there. One of the very nice things about Tumblr was that as long as you hid your likes and your followings, you could make a vanilla-seeming blog that nonetheless allowed you to explore your kinks in a safe, non-judgmental fashion that wasn’t immediately obvious to other people in your life. That’s a huge deal, given the stigma attached to kink even today, and it is very important to me that people can follow me without having to sign into KinkyNaughtySluttyBitches.Com. (Oh, hi Sharesome, that’s strike three!)
  7. And as a fourth strike for Sharesome, I want a site that doesn’t feel skeevy or sketchy. Things like a dedicated “upskirt” channel are pretty much dealbreakers, even on top of the other dealbreakers we’ve been talking about. (And yes, I’m aware that some shitty stuff has been going on with Tumblr that they’ve been sweeping under the rug. They really should be focusing their attention on getting rid of the child porn, the spam bots, the neo-Nazis and the people literally fucking organizing mass killings instead of the “female presenting nipples”.)

So. At this point, I’ve created a site at BDSMblr that fails on #6 but is otherwise decent, and a site on Dreamwidth that fails on #1 but is otherwise decent. I have ruled out Sharesome, Swarmr, Mastodon (maybe it’ll be an alternative to Twitter for me someday, but I can’t do flash fic 500 characters at a time), and Ello (entirely picture-oriented). At this time, I’m still looking into NibbleBit and Pillowfort, and I’m keeping an eye on some of the putative replacements like Mojofire and… **sigh…** Cumblr. (Although just the name fails #6 so hard…)

Once I have a site that fulfills all of my requirements, I will probably let my Tumblr account lapse into inactivity. I haven’t decided yet whether I’ll actually delete it, or whether I’ll just let it go dark until the site finally collapses into its own irrelevance, but either way it’s probably not going to be my issue for very long after I find a place to go to. I hope to see as many of my wonderful fans as possible at my new sites, and maybe to make some new ones – posting to multiple social media networks is a bit of extra work, but I do think it’s a good idea to have more than just one place to find me. And hopefully, as time passes, we’ll find these restrictions easing again. Right now, the people running the world didn’t have the Internet to help them discover their sexuality. I think that shows not just in the way they regulate sex, but in the way they run pretty much everything. I’m hopeful that the future will change that.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “In Your Memory”!

December 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–“Five More Minutes”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “In Your Memory” (MC MD MF)!

Jessica’s memory is acting up a little. She’s not forgetting things, exactly. She’s remembering them perfectly as far as she knows. But there are a few little differences between the way things happened and the way she recalls them. But she’s about to learn the truth. The real truth. Here’s a taste:

You don’t recall the tiny undercurrents of fear anymore. They simply don’t make sense, not when you don’t remember him looking up at you and smiling when he sees the anger on your face. In your head, you were absolutely sure you couldn’t be hypnotized, calm and confident in the face of his utter panic, and that’s the only version of events that stuck. How can you possibly remember worrying that you might have made a mistake in confronting Jason? You don’t even recall him dismissing the manager, let alone that he did it without bothering to take his dick out of Marissa’s mouth.

(The manager apologized for disturbing him. She actually apologized for interrupting his blowjob. If you could remember that, it might cause you to question other things. So it was quietly erased.)

But you really did shout, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” That wasn’t inserted into your head afterward. Neither was the way you balled up your fists and stormed over to him, ready to throw your first punch since you were in kindergarten. As hard as it is to picture yourself in a fight, all skinny arms and scrawny legs and frizzy blonde hair poofed out like a halo around your flushed and angry face… that all really happened.

Hope you enjoy it!

Mind Control in “Get Out”

December 12, 2018

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First, sorry about the slightly belated post. I think that the Tumblr drama has kind of sapped a little of my energy, even though life goes on. I’ll probably post more about that this weekend, but for now I want to talk about “Get Out”, which I finally got around to seeing recently. And because there are spoilers, even though it’s a year old I’m still going to put in a cut.


Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Remind Me to Forget”!

December 7, 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–“Habit”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Remind Me to Forget” (MC MD MA)!

Modern technology is a wonderful thing. More and more, smart homes and smart devices can run our lives smoothly, efficiently and easily… and for Elaine and her Master, that’s not just a metaphor. She programs her devices, and they program her. Here’s a taste:

“Alexa,” she murmured, her dark brown eyes gazing vacantly at the device as she spoke. “Turn on the television tomorrow night at 6 PM and play file ‘Conditioning 3’ from the folder labeled ‘Ignore’. Repeat play until 7 PM.” She didn’t think about the words as she said them. Her mind was completely empty, the spinning ring of color removing every thought with its gentle sweep as quickly as it formed. She only repeated the words that ‘Conditioning 2’ had told her to say, following each instruction with the blank and obedient precision of a perfect slave.

There were seven ‘Conditioning’ files, one for every day of the week. She didn’t know that, because she had been commanded not to know it, but she diligently told the device every day to queue up tomorrow’s viewing nonetheless. There was something so soothing about the routine, the quiet unthinking certainty that every day Elaine could tell the machine to hypnotize and brainwash her and every day it would accept the instruction just like Elaine did. It was a daily reminder that she was every bit as programmed as her electronics.

Elaine didn’t remember anymore which one of them was programmed first, her or the device. The constant repetition of her daily brainwashing rituals served to elide the passage of time, making every day feel exactly like every other day in her foggy, blank mind. Each day when she came home from work, the device conditioned her into obedience, and every evening before she slept, she programmed the device to program her again the next day. Even trying to think about how it all began felt dizzying, like trying to look down a hall of mirrors. The endless echoes in her brain dulled her into a somnambulent calm that drugged away her mental struggles as soon as they began.

Endless Echoes… Elaine smiled faintly, her brain registering the pun for just a moment before it subsided into mindless obedience once more.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for November 2018

December 2, 2018

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Hello everyone! It’s been a whole month since I did the last installment of this monthly series, which means… (frantically slides beads up and down abacus…) Yep! Time for another one! Let’s get started, shall we?

Jacob’s Word: Anyone who knows me will know that this is one of my favorite little obsessions – the pseudoscientific idea that since electrical activity in the brain has a frequency and sound has a frequency and waves cancel, then hypothetically there could be a frequency of sound that translates into a frequency of brainwave that cancels out the existing frequency and leaves the mind genuinely blank and open. (There is some real science on this, depending on how much credence you want to place in the idea of binaurals and brain entrainment, but this isn’t about actual brainwashing. It’s about the fantasy.)

So when I saw this title, I instantly gravitated to the idea of a word that possesses a characteristic allowing it to function as a mind-canceling soundwave, and a woman who’s been victimized by it. Naturally, I had to come up with a compelling reason for her to be genuinely, irrevocably, irresistibly brainwashed, and it seemed like it would be a hot little twist (albeit a not wholly unexpected one) if she only thought she was resisting, and she was really reinforcing her programming for her controller. The rest fell into place pretty quickly after that.

Access Babylon: The word ‘access’, in the context of erotic mind control, is one that’s pretty potent in terms of its implications and possibilities. It almost always implies accessing a person’s mind, their perceptions or thoughts or memories, and the associations we have with computer technology led me pretty early on in the direction of a cyberpunk story. I knew pretty early on that it would be about someone with a computer in their head, and someone else accessing a “hidden folder” in their brain allowing them direct and complete control.

I didn’t want it to be just as simple as “evil computer hacker hacks person’s brain for the haxxors”, though. I wanted a good reason why they might need to do this, and so I came up with the idea that this was the victim’s sysadmin hacking their brain for unethical but ultimately benevolent reasons. Which led me to malware, which led me to dangerous malware, which led me down the milSF tree from cyberpunk to imagine a future where soldiers had computer-augmented brains and malware was a military weapon. I was really happy with the tone and the texture of the story – I think I nailed that absurdist cynicism that you get in a lot of stories about the military of the future (like ‘Dark Star’, which was heavily on my mind as I wrote this) and I loved the little details about the war that gave it a sense of verisimilitude. (Hey, if Germany could suddenly start tearing Europe apart, why not Portugal?) And the sex is hot, which is icing on the cake.

Panties in Your Purse: This is a very common fantasy in a lot of D/s relationships, and one that’s very frequently acted on – the submissive is commanded to remove her panties while wearing an outfit that carries a chance of discovery of that fact, and has to go about her daily routine knowing that at any moment, she might accidentally flash someone if she isn’t careful (although that risk is more hypothetical than real). It’s a very mild form of exhibitionism, where the submissive only really displays her body to her partner but gets the thrill of fantasizing as much as she wants about showing off to others. And yes, the act of handing over the underwear is a big part of the ritual.

Basically, what I’m saying is that I saw this title and knew I wanted to write a whole story that built up to that moment, with the “victim” squirming and struggling and pretending not to want to do it but knowing deep down that it was insanely fucking hot that her partner had that much control over her. And that turned out to be harder than it looked on first glance, because there’s lots of squirming and struggling and pretending but not much actual happening, but I think I pulled it off and it’s very enjoyable and hot. (And both protagonists are successful African-American women because why shouldn’t they be?)

Wake Up: This was a title that absolutely screamed “mind control”, but really it’s kind of astonishing how many titles scream “mind control” so obviously that it’s hard to come up with a real angle on them. (This is why I’ve never, in over 450 stories, done a story titled “Hypnotized”.) (Also, seriously, mind control in romantic songs is HUGE. Try to go a solid hour of listening to music on the radio without hearing a word like “captivated”, “mesmerized”, “hypnotized”, “helpless”, or if you’re listening to Madonna, “I hear your voice, it’s like an angel sighing, I have no choice, I hear your voice, Feels like flying, I close my eyes…”)

But I digress. The point is I came up with the idea of someone doing a confusion induction by giving wakeners to someone who wasn’t in trance, and then using hypnotic language to blur the line between a waking state and a trance state to induce fractionation by implication. I’m not sure if it would really work as an induction technique – I don’t see any reason why it wouldn’t, but that’s not the same as saying it would – but it was a fun story either way and very hot.

And that’s November in the books – see you need week for another blog post, and next month for another Liner Notes!