Archive for February, 2019

Liner Notes for February 2019

February 24, 2019

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It’s technically still February, but all of the stories that I’m posting for the month are already out there – so let’s look at this month’s stories and see how they came to be, shall we?

Art Appreciation: This didn’t start out as a full-length story, weirdly enough. I was writing a caption one day, inspired by a photo of a woman staring raptly into the camera with a preoccupied expression on her face, and I realized as I began to describe the first picture she was looking at that there was no way I was going to fit the whole concept of a spiral-halled gallery and multiple pictures and progressive induction and hidden images in the paintings all into 500 words. So I dumped the whole thing into a Wordpad file, went looking for a title (luckily, “Art Appreciation” is a common enough phrase to have been appropriated as a song title already) and wrote out the whole thing at length.

Girls Are Always Right: This one wound up feeling a little bit personal – I knew I wanted to do a story about a therapist who decides to use her Girl on her patients, because the whole point of a Girl is that they use hypnotic abilities and pleasure conditioning and inhuman sensory skills to bypass a lot of conventional obstacles to positive mental health outcomes. So I knew I wanted a protagonist who did a lot of things that made those positive outcomes difficult to achieve through normal therapeutic methods – lots of deflection, a pessimistic belief that they couldn’t benefit from therapy, and a negative attitude about their own decision to seek help.

And all of that meant I had to get really into that mindset, and while I’m not saying anything as simplistic as “Noah is me”, I’ll admit, I drew a little bit on some of my own feelings about being labeled as ‘gifted’ as a child and the way that it felt very isolating and intensely pressuring at the same time. I think it made the story very good, if not at least a little cathartic, but it was a hard one to write for that reason alone.

Zzzonked: I knew I needed to do a superhero story around this time, and nothing was really coming to mind until I saw this title – obviously, it screams mind control, particularly mind control related to somnambulism and related activities. I’d already done a story some time ago, “Only in My Dreams”, which touched on the versatility of having power over when people slept and what they did while they slept, and so I decided to revisit that in a superhero context.

I also realized from doing the 4U series (which is now concluded, at least on my hard drive) that I liked the idea of building a story arc, so I decided that the villain of this story would be someone who wasn’t necessarily versatile with their sleep powers before, but who received help in unlocking their potential from another villain, and who now had a lot more tricks up their sleeve. (This is one of my favorite tropes in comics, “C-List Villain Gets an Upgrade by Using Their Powers Smarter, Not Harder”.) This all played into one of my favorite concepts ever, stories that have been around for so long that they have a mind of their own and can break out of their books, and I appropriated minor character Madame Macabre into the role of custodian of magic books for this story. (In my head, she started out as a horror comic host back in the 50s, and when the Comics Code rolled around, she was repurposed as a mystic superhero.) Once I had all those elements in place, the story fell together quite quickly.

And no, you haven’t heard the last of the mystery villain. There’s already another story written, a rematch between WildRose and Sharpe and Sangria, that features their handiwork. Watch this space…

Of Course We’ve All Seen the Sun: I saw this title while I was looking for inspiration, and it reminded me of one of the all-time classic vanilla mind control scenes that make hypnokinky people feel more than a little bit awkward and squirmy… the end of ‘The Silver Chair’, where the Lady of the Green Kirtle uses her persuasive voice and her hypnotic music and her sorcerous incense to convince the main characters that everything they think they know about the world outside is nothing but a dream. It’s a really intense gaslighting/brainwashing sequence, and it’s always stuck out in my memory and that of loads of other kinky people for that reason.

The story that it brought to mind seemed so deceptively simple when I thought of it that it almost felt like cheating – a brainwashed slave remembers the story in a dream, the only real way that her subconscious can communicate to her that she’s been deeply brainwashed and that the “stranger” who approached her the other day is actually her close friend and everything they said is true. But because she is so deeply controlled, her waking mind simply trots off and relates the entire incident to her Master, as a sort of ‘gosh, isn’t this funny’ story, little realizing she’s dooming her friend. But I like the way it turned out.

And that’s February in the books–March will be done before we know it, though! See you next week for another blog post, and next month for more Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Warm Fuzzy Feeling”!

February 21, 2019

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–“Of Course We’ve All Seen the Sun”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Warm Fuzzy Feeling” (MC MF MD)!

Irene wasn’t really looking for love. She’s a grad student, focusing on her studies and working her way into a career in academia. But that was before she met James. He’s upended all her plans, taken charge of her life, and made her happier than she’s ever been before. So happy. So perfectly happy… here’s a taste.

James never did get around to making the burgers. They walked the three blocks to his townhouse hand in hand, and when they got inside he said, “Why don’t you go up to my room and get out of those wet things? You can just hang them over the tub and wear my robe while they dry.” Irene nodded, trying her best to pretend that it was just a common-sense practical offer to make her more comfortable and help keep his furniture from getting damp, but she could already feel the course of events taking shape. When she heard the bathroom door open just as she was peeling off her panties and letting them drop to the tiled floor, she welcomed the inevitable.

It seemed so right when James wrapped his arms around her, his cool skin pressing against hers and gradually warming both of them. It felt so perfect when his fingers snaked down between Irene’s thighs to cup her vulva and rest his hand there possessively. It made Irene feel positively adored when he kissed the back of her neck, the hairs of his beard lightly brushing her skin and making her tingle all over with excitement. And when she felt his cock pressing gently against the crack of her ass, twitching and pulsing with arousal, Irene felt a swell of pure, unadulterated joy in her heart.
James led her to the bed, her body seeming to almost float on a cushion of euphoria as he slid under the covers with her. He looked her right in the eyes as he reached down and began to play with her pussy, smiling proudly as her eyelids fluttered with pleasure and her stare became ever so slightly distant. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered to her, his fingers slowly working their way between her labia. Irene had always hated being called a good girl, but somehow the words felt different coming from James. They felt like approval and love and warmth and tenderness, and Irene moaned openly as she wriggled her body closer to his.

Hope you enjoy it!

Advice About Advice

February 17, 2019

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It probably hasn’t escaped anyone who reads my blog that I do tend to give out quite a bit of advice about BDSM and kink. There’s probably some ego involved there – I’m not immune to the belief that I give out better-than-average advice – but I did want to take a moment to say that my advice, or for that matter anyone’s advice when it comes to kink, should not be taken as prescriptive. There are a few things I’m very firm on, like respecting consent and listening to your partner and avoiding genuine harm, but for the most part my advice on kink always comes with the qualifier, “if this works for you.”

Because let’s face it, the best way to practice kink is always the one that makes you and your partner happiest. There isn’t really a manual on this stuff… or rather, there are tons, but many of them are about safety and consent and communication, and the ones that aren’t tend to be someone presenting the way they practice kink as the best way because it’s the one that makes them happy… and as I said, there’s always an element of egotism involved in giving advice on just about any topic. Ask someone about the best flavor of ice cream, and they’ll turn it into a philosophy if you give them the chance.

But there isn’t a “Philosophy of Kink”, at least not on a grand and societal level. There’s not a True Way to be dominant, there’s not a Real Reason why people are submissive, and there’s not a universal, correct practice that you should apply to your relationship because that’s the way things are generally done in the community. I say this not because I think people really don’t know that, but because when all you hear is voices saying, “Submissives need rules” or “Punishments make subs happy” or “Dominants shouldn’t let their authority go unchallenged”, it can make you feel a little twinge of anxiety when you top the way you want to top or when you bottom the way you want to bottom.

So yes, let’s get it out there. If you are negotiating in a spirit of caring and respect with your partner, if the arrangement you arrive at makes you both happy, and if it doesn’t carry a risk of harm above a threshold that you both deem manageable, you are doing it right. If this means that the dominant sits on the couch wearing a furry glove and pets the submissive while they watch Netflix together, that’s good kink. If it means that the dominant gets a backrub from the submissive until they’re half-asleep, that’s good kink. If you never come up with a list of rules or punishments for your sub because you didn’t sign on to micromanage their behavior, and they don’t ask for one because they’re submissive during scenes and not at any other time, that is still perfectly wonderful kink that you are having fun practicing and anyone who tells you otherwise can go tell their own sub what to do, because you didn’t consent to their ‘unsolicited advice’ fetish.

And this applies to me, too. I’m going to stand firm on the caring, respect, consent and safety things, but within that… take my advice just for what it is. Things I’ve done that are good and that I think other people will enjoy, and mistakes I’ve made that I wouldn’t want to see others repeat. But at the end of the day, please. Do what you enjoy with people you enjoy doing it with. That’s all that matters.

That, and furry gloves are amazing and everyone should have one.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Adaptation”!

February 16, 2019

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–“Zzzonked”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA (and Literotica – due to a well-deserved vacation on Simon’s part, the EMCSA has no updates this weekend). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Adaptation” (MC MF FD)!

Chad and his buddies have gone down to Columbia to score some vacation sex, but it turns out that what he’s really found is the future of human evolution. And it’s true… the future really is female. Here’s a taste:

“So, first a bit of background–and stop me if I’m boring you.” Luisa’s voice was filled with acid wit, a purposeful lightness concealing a harsh contempt. It had been there all night, Chad realized, in her every response to his stories about his fraternity and his dad’s money and his plans to join a brokerage firm after college. Now that he had nothing to do but listen, it was so obvious he was amazed he had ever missed it. Then again, he had other things on his mind at the time.

Like his boner. Luisa had the most amazing body he’d seen this whole trip, lush and curvy with long legs and broad hips with a huge juicy ass and absolutely fucking incredible tits. The second Chad saw her, he knew he had to get his dick inside her by the end of the night, even if the other guys were more interested in the skinny chicks by the pool. Chad didn’t come all the way down to Providencia just to flirt with some girls from Vassar, not when the locals were always impressed by wealth and always ready for a free drink or six.

But right now, Chad’s mind was nowhere near his erection, even if Luisa was playing with his cock while she talked. “One of the things that popular culture gets wrong is imagining Darwin as some sort of visionary who first noticed that animals adapt to their environments. Biologists had already noticed the evidence for evolution long before Darwin; their question was more about the mechanism that facilitated an already-obvious process.” He felt her hands caressing his balls, moving away to pull his shirt up and over his head, then moving back down to his penis again.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Word on Safety Suggestions

February 10, 2019

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I’ll warn you now, it’s probably more than just one word.

Anyone who reads my work knows that I’m a big fan of ethical brainwashing – the kind of suggestions that create permanent personality changes to the subject (with their active and enthusiastic consent and participation) to deepen and intensify the D/s relationship between hypnotist and subject. These changes don’t have to be large or profound or life-affecting; if you’ve implanted a reinduction trigger into a subject at their request without specifying when it expires, you’ve engaged in a little ethical brainwashing. It’s hot, it’s fun, and arguably it’s one of the core kinks hypnosis is used to fulfill.

But the thing about permanent changes is that they’re, well… permanent. I’ve talked in the past about the need for open, honest, and realistic communication between top and bottom in constructing the goals of ethical hypnotic brainwashing – even if you sincerely and unequivocally want to be turned into a mindless farm animal, it’s a bad idea to do it if you can’t afford to quit your job as an accountant. The ‘ethical’ in ‘ethical brainwashing’ includes making sure you don’t screw up someone’s life fulfilling their fantasies.

Today, though, I’m going to talk about another way that the real world intrudes on our fun brainwashing fantasies, and it’s not the most fun one. Even the most “permanent” suggestions need to have an end point, because as much as we want to think that we’ll be with the person we love forever, things happen. Break-ups are never fun, but they’re even less fun if one party still has a suggestion in their head to sleep on a mat on the floor that they can’t break and that always reminds them of the relationship they’re trying to get over. Grieving for a lost lover is even harder if you have to deal with a compulsion to take off all your clothes as soon as you get into the house. In short, all of your brainwashing suggestions, in order to qualify as ethical, must be conditional.

There are a number of ways to handle this. Personally, I preface my hypnotic suggestions the phrase, “when you feel safe and comfortable”, which I like because it’s open enough to interpretation to give the subject permission not to follow along even if they’re not sure what about the situation is making them reluctant to obey. It covers physical health issues (a stomach ache or a migraine can really kill the mood), emotional stresses, situations where the subject might find themselves unwilling to accept the suggestion (oh hey, it turns out you were a lot less comfortable with public play than you thought? The suggestion doesn’t work!) and any number of unanticipated contingencies. It does mean that you’ll need to openly communicate with your sub to find out why a suggestion didn’t work – this isn’t for the protocol-heavy, “obey me or be PUNISHED” relationships. But it’s a safety-first practice that prioritizes the subject’s needs, and I’m big on that.

(You can also word it as a general safety suggestion, by saying, “Whenever I tell you to do something, your deep self will automatically preface it with ‘When you feel safe and comfortable’, even if you don’t hear me directly say those words.” That means that if you slip up and forget, you have your subject’s own mind helping you out.)

Another way to handle this, which was brought up to me at Charmed by someone who can claim credit if she wants, is to anchor your suggestions to a specific setting or object. This person mentioned a play collar, but you can use a bracelet or a ring or a particular flavor of candy or really any sensory experience that you want, so long as it’s one that they’re only likely to experience in the specific context of your play. By emphasizing and associating the sensory experience with the suggestions, you make them conditional on the experience, so you could say, “Feel the collar around your neck, pay close attention to the way it caresses your skin, and think about the way it makes you feel submissive and obedient to wear that collar.” After a few sessions of something like this, the collar becomes the key that unlocks the brainwashing commands, so the person puts it on when they want to be their brainwashed self and sets aside their conditioning under other circumstances.

(The act of anchoring can even become part of the play experience – the subject can make a ritual of putting on the collar, or presenting it to their top to put on, which will help them go into the right headspace. Never doubt the power of ritual to form habits and associations that stick with you for a lifetime. Trust me, I know; I was raised Catholic.)

A trigger is another way to handle this – it’s basically an auditory anchor, a word that does the same thing as the collar or the perfume or the candy or the spiral or whatever. (You should always try to find whatever modality is strongest for your subject and associate that as your anchor.) The point is, it should be something that can be turned on and default to ‘off’, because you never know as a top when you’re not going to be able to switch it off. Even if it’s something as simple as getting stuck in traffic or going into the ditch, life happens to us all. Dependency on the top is fun when it’s a kink, but it’s not fun when it’s real and you can’t be there for them.

And lastly, safety suggestions are not a substitute for the healing process. They’re just there to make it less complicated. It’s likely that going into trance will carry associations with the relationship that ended for a long time, and that subjects going to have some strong emotions related to that. This is something that a sub needs to talk over with their other partners, present and future, and prepare for in a loving and honest way. It’s not a bad thing, or something to be ashamed of, but it’s real and it’ll go better for subject and hypnotist if everyone involved knows about it in advance. This kind of thing isn’t fun, and I hope it’s rare. But you’re better off planning for it than having it hit you unexpectedly.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Making Love to the Camera”!

February 8, 2019

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–“Girls Are Always Right”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Making Love to the Camera” (MC MD MF MA EX)!

Good girl Tammi’s used to going all silly and fuzzy-headed when the webcam switches on over her computer. It’s one of her favorite things about playing with her Master. But today, Master’s got a very special fantasy for Tammi. It’s not Master on the other end of the connection. And the stranger Master selected gets to watch Tammi fuck herself brainless just for him. Here’s a taste:

“Hi, Master,” Tammi burbled, her eyelashes fluttering as her bright green eyes gazed into the webcam in rapt adoration. “I’m so glad we could talk!” She minimized the other windows on her computer and pulled up the camera screen so she could see how she looked from the other side–Tammi never got to see Master during her cam sessions, but she didn’t mind. The pretty spiral that popped up in his window was all Tammi needed to remind her that she was being a good girl for Master.

She slid her chair back a little and angled the webcam down, just to make sure that Master got a good look at her pussy underneath the cute jammies Smart-girl Tamara had been wearing. They weren’t as sexy as the stuff Tammi wore when she had one of her camera dates with Master, but they made her look all adorably cute and cuddly, and anyway Master told Tammi that he didn’t care what she wore when he surprised her with a cam session. “You’re not going to be wearing it for long anyway,” he always said.

But the voice that came out of the speakers didn’t belong to Master. “I’m glad we could talk too,” he said, sounding slightly nervous as he spoke into the microphone. His voice was a little distorted, but it didn’t sound to Tammi like he was disguising his voice. It was more like he was a little too close to the mic when he talked. “I’m a friend of your Master’s. He gave me this link and told me you would be very happy to see me. Is that right, Tammi?”

Tammi lost track of the image on the computer screen for a moment as her eyes rolled back in her head in arousal. “Uh, uh, un-hhunh,” she mumbled, stammering out an affirmative grunt while her hips bore down involuntarily on her heel until her clit throbbed. She couldn’t remember how many times this exact fantasy had played out in her mind late at night, when she was pleasuring her pussy and programming herself for Master. The webcam turning on, triggering her Silly Tammi mind. The voice in the speakers, not Master’s voice but someone he trusted. Tammi helplessly, obediently showing her body to someone she didn’t even know. Tammi fu-fu-fuhhking, fucking herself for a total stranger. Like a complete slut…

“Please tell me to… play with myself,” she whimpered, her hands already moving to massage her tingling breasts. “Sir?”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for January 2019

February 3, 2019

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Another month has slipped past us, and with that, it’s time to look at another month of stories and find out how they came about! Let’s get started.

Vertigo: This one has been on my mind on and off for years, ever since I saw a suspension bondage class at Dark Odyssey back in… oh, gosh, must have been a decade or so ago now. The rope bunny for the class had been unintentionally, but very clearly conditioned to go into an altered state of consciousness whenever she got tied up – just helping to unpack the rope gave her the thousand-yard stare of a deeply hypnotized subject, because the feel of the material against her fingers acted as a hypnotic anchor for her. Combine that with the sensation of weightlessness and spinning, and I knew there was a story there… but the only think I could think of was suspending someone over a bottomless pit, and that kind of freaked me out.

Fast-forward a decade, and suddenly plasma screens are cheap, huge, plentiful, and sturdy enough not to worry about what might happen if a person was lowered onto one after a suspension bondage session. The idea of suspending someone over a screen containing a “bottomless spiral” for brainwashing purposes became feasible, and even though I wound up adding certain elements that could and should only exist in fantasy, this felt very real and very doable in a way that allowed it to flow easily onto the page.

Uh Huh: This was a commission by a Patron, who specifically requested a gay scene featuring a trans man with “full frontal action”. I really appreciated the chance to write something featuring a trans male character, because I feel that trans men are underserved in terms of representation in much the same way that trans women are objectified and fetishized, and I really wanted to do more work that a trans man could read and say, “Yes, I recognize myself in this and it makes me happy to know that my sexual desires are acknowledged as valid.”

So to that extent, I knew I wanted it to be a loving, consensual exploration of real needs and wants; there’s absolutely a place for fantasies of Sinister Mind Controllers taking over trans men, or for trans men who are Sinister Mind Controllers themselves, but I didn’t want that for my first time out. I knew I wanted it to be absolutely one hundred percent accepting of Keith’s body, and I thank the trans men who read the story and offered me advice on how to describe Keith’s sexual experience without using dysphoric language. (Any failings that remain are of course mine.) I basically wanted this to be nicecore sex and mind control, and I think the feedback I got on it suggests that I hit the target pretty much dead on.

Messy: One of the things I’ve talked about in the past is that I really do not like humiliation in my porn, not in the stuff I read and not in the stuff I write. My thing is the exact opposite, really – what they call “praise kink”, the idea that a submissive should be constantly complimented and validated for their ability to submit so well to whatever it is the Dom/me is doing to them (whether that’s brainwashing, flogging, bondage, et cetera). I feel like it’s intense and powerfully intimate to give someone that kind of unconditional affection combined with their kink, and it really creates a quick, deep, and long-lasting bond between the Dominant and the submissive.

That doesn’t mean, though, that you can’t use the rest of the verbal toolkit of the Dominant, and to me there’s just something so inexplicably hot in the idea of inspecting someone like they’re property and praising them for being obviously slutty and aroused. It’s taking the language of humiliation and turning it into praise – “I’m so proud of you for having a wet, sticky mess between your thighs” – and that particular word, “messy”, always gives me warm shivers. When I saw the song title, I very much knew exactly what kind of scene it suggested to me, and it was really just a matter of writing it out.

Lazy Boy: I swear, I didn’t come up with the pun until I was well into the writing process. I knew this would be a femdom story about a submissive getting rewarded for his hard work with a chance to drop into an utterly supine, helpless state of perfect relaxation, and I hit on the idea of using an easy chair as a hypnotic anchor based on an old massage chair that my Goddess Lady Ru’etha would call “the brainwashing chair”, in the sure and certain knowledge that once my subconscious mind formed an association between sitting down in it and going into trance, I’d drop pretty much every time I sat there. But it wasn’t until I started writing out the story that I realized that “lazy boy” and “La-Z-Boy” was an obvious and pun-tacular connection. #sorrynotsorry

And that’s January in the books! We’re already a week into Feburary, so you can expect another one of these soon!