Liner Notes for March 2019

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It’s the end of another month, and of course that means it’s time for me to look back over the stories that I posted last month and discuss what went into their creation. At this point, that means looking quite a ways back, honestly; my backlog is now over a year long (six months of which has gone to making sure that my Early Bird Patreons get a lot of bang for their two bucks a week) so I’m looking back at stuff I wrote about this time last year. But that doesn’t mean I have no insights to offer, so let’s get started, shall we?

Brain Freeze: This was one of those absurdly, almost guilt-inducingly simple ideas; I saw the title, I was like, “Oh, right, like ice cream except it literally freezes your brain,” and from there it was pretty much off to the races. Poppy seed ice cream became the flavor because there’s a long and time-honored association between poppies and soporific drugs, and the power outage provided the excuse for someone to scarf down a stranger’s homemade ice cream without asking too many questions about it. It still kind of feels almost too easy in retrospect.

4 U 2 B Free: When I initially started thinking of the 4U stories as more than a one-off gig, and I searched through song databases looking for songs with “4 U” in the title and arranging them into a rough semblance of an overarching narrative, I knew that this one would be about 4U and her Master trying to deprogram another service unit named 2B. I didn’t know how, or why, or what the outcome would be, but that was the kernel of the idea that the story grew around.

As I got closer to the point of actually writing it, some things gelled. When I was writing “I Would Die 4 U”, I realized that it made an excellent opportunity to introduce 2B without having to explain how 4U and her Master went out and captured a service unit and brought her back to the safehouse for deprogramming. I also remembered, from the original “I’m a Slave 4 U”, that 4U isn’t actually allowed to recall her own conversion. That provided a point of focus for this story, as 4U observes the brainwashing process and experiences her programming conflict, which in turn allowed me to reinforce that plot point for later. And by the time I was ready to sit down and type everything out, I also had gotten a much better idea of how the story was going to end… which, without giving too much away, meant that I knew exactly what needed to happen to 2B at the end of the story to get her into position for the final denouement (which is, at this point, about three stories away). It’s sometimes nice to have all those pieces slotted in – it makes the writing process more about the way you say things, and less about what you’re trying to say.

Keep Looking Where Your Eyes Are Looking Now: I’m pretty sure I wrote this one almost directly after I finished reading Wiseguy’s Mind Play book (the ‘erotic hypnosis manual’ Leah refers to in the story). The induction Leah uses in the story makes use of a lot of hypnosis techniques described therein, especially the “seven plus or minus two” technique (where the subject is directed to try to keep their attention focused on multiple things, until they find their conscious mind straining under the load at which point they’re guided into a trance state).

I also know that I was of the opinion that if I was writing a story that used very realistic hypnosis, in a set of circumstances that made fairly direct use of a guide to erotic hypnosis, that it would be important to model realistic consent practices… and yes, safer sex as well. I kind of felt like this should be one of those stories that pointed to ways you can use hypnosis outside of fantasy, since it made use of hypnosis in a non-fantastic way. I think it does pretty well, even if a few things (did Sam consent to triggers?) weren’t made explicit.

No Time for Boys: Writing the new Boys(tm) series is kind of fun, because it does give me an opportunity to visit some areas that the Girls stories haven’t gone to. Since the Girls are interested in helping humans actualize their potential instead of creating drones, there aren’t really any opportunities for ‘conversion’ stories like this. Especially not ones exactly like this – I have very few “lesbian turned straight” stories in my entire 400+ library, both because it’s a less interesting use of mind control (there’s already a lot of heteronormative voices at work in society, we don’t really need literal brainwashing on top of that) and because I don’t like joining the chorus of heteronormative voices in society. But there is an erotic charge to brainwashing someone into changing their orientation, and this felt like the perfect place to play with the concept in a way that felt “safe” (because nobody would mistake this outcome for something desirable, and so no one would see it as a “all lesbians need is a night with a good man” story).

That said, I should probably mention to anyone uncomfortable with homosexual erotica that I do still think that there’s a more powerful erotic charge in getting someone to overcome heternormative societal taboos, and if the Girls made a lot of women go gay for robots, you can probably guess what the Boys will do to guys. Since Simon clearly labels any MM content, there won’t be any surprises, and I make no apologies for any future stories that may involve men and male-identifying robots.

Easily Led: And speaking of tropes I don’t explore very often… I really have not done much with intelligence reduction play, and I’ve said in the past that it’s not a kink that interests me. I will admit, that’s changed a little over the past couple of years, primarily because I’ve seen it modeled in a much more respectful, kind, and loving way by some of the people in the community. When all you see on Tumblr is meme after meme calling women “useless” and “stupid” and only good for sex and housework, it’s really hard to see that as a kink I could enjoy with someone I love and care about. Humiliation is a hard limit for me, as a top or a bottom. But when I saw some people (and I’m not naming names here, no permissions were granted) performing intelligence reduction in a loving way and even praising their sub for doing such a good job of thinking less, I was able to reframe it better.

Which led to this story. I wanted a story where it’s clear that the top is immensely proud of the bottom for being so good at diminishing her ability to think and reason, and he’s very happy with her both for trying so hard to do smart things and for failing so badly. I’d still say that this is very obviously a story intended to be a fantasy, and not in any way shape or form a reality (the amount of handwaving you’d need to do to get to a point where this is realistic, plausible, and consensual is… not small) but I think it’s a fantasy that has some real affection behind it. I’ll take that.

And that’s the month of March taken care of – join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another Liner Notes!

My Favorite Things: “Gamer Trance”

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Honestly, you can probably blame ‘Star Trek: The Next Generation’ for this one. And Tetris. And Neil Gaiman.

One of the most common definitions of a trance state is simply a sense of relaxation, disassociation, and focus. When you have all three, you’re in trance. People playing video games, especially repetitive puzzle games like Tetris, sometimes describe themselves as going into a zone of intense concentration where the game becomes so intuitive that they don’t really notice outside stimuli – they experience time distortion as they get deeply involved in the game. They’re relaxed, they’re disassociated, and they’re focused. This is a trance.

And when you have a trance state, you have the potential for a kinky trance state. The idea of zoning out while doing something repetitive yet fascinating, and unintentionally making yourself vulnerable and opening your mind up to programming, is a powerful hook for any number of kinky hypnosis scenarios, especially ones involving covert or subtle hypnosis. And because games are fun and playful and light, it always seems like a naturalistic way to get someone to go along with a friendly suggestion that quickly turns kinky. (Which is good for fantasies, let me just stress, just in case someone plans to dust off their old Game Boy and hang out with their crush.)

The classic vanilla use of this is the TNG episode “The Game”, where an addictive puzzle game isn’t metaphorically addictive, it’s literally addictive – the entire crew succumbs, one by one, to an augmented reality game that directly stimulates the pleasure centers of their brain and places them under the control of the Ktarians. (Oh hi, serial recruitment fetish! I didn’t see you lurking back there! No, it’s cool, you can stick around.) Obviously, because it’s a continuing series, the good guys win, but anyone with a hypnokinky bone in their body wonders what might happen if Data wasn’t around to spoil the fun. (Another good example is an old Neil Gaiman poem called “Virus”, which is about someone’s brain being consumed and rewritten by Tetris-like puzzle pieces.)

In the world of hypnokink, I’ve got one or two of these “gamer trance” stories floating around myself – the most obvious is “Tunnel Vision”, where the protagonist is so into the game (which is absolutely Tetris without being named as such) that she literally doesn’t even realize her body is being used as a plaything by her hypnotist. That also hits a kink or two of mine about someone not realizing what they’re doing under the influence of hypnosis, so there’s probably a score multiplier there.

But one of the stories I really like by someone who’s not me is “Pay to Play”, by crystaliss42. It’s a short piece, but very nicely focused on the experience of gentle femdom as a hypnotist/programmer uses her paired talents to create a video game that lulls her intended victim into a gamer trance that then deepens into a sexual one. It’s very hot, very sweet in a fantasy-only sort of way, and definitely one of my favorite things.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Yesterday Was Just a Dream”!

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–“Easily Led”, teased only moments ago, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Yesterday Was Just a Dream” (MC MF MD)!

Emma’s come over to her best friend’s house, but not to talk to her best friend. No, she’s come over to talk to her best friend’s dad, Tony, and to explain to him that the mistake she made yesterday won’t happen again. But oddly enough, he seems convinced that their sexual encounter was nothing more than a daydream on her part… and he’s starting to convince Emma, too. Here’s a taste:

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. “…yesterday!” she spluttered, confusion and frustration turning the word into a yelp of surprise. “I, I came downstairs to ask you when Cindy was getting home, and I… I mean you… I mean we…” She was stammering all over again, the words unable to get out from under the burden of her guilt. Finally, she forced herself to say it. “We had sex,” she whispered, keeping her voice low in an almost superstitious fear of being overheard by Dorothy.

Emma winced in anticipation of Tony’s response, but he seemed as unruffled as ever. “No we didn’t, kiddo,” he said, a touch of laughter in his voice as if he couldn’t quite believe the absurdity of the notion. He let the racked weights drop again, but this time he simply allowed his hands to rest in the grips while he looked at her with a touch of bewildered concern. After a moment, seemingly as much to break the awkward silence as anything else, he added another, “We didn’t.” It hung in the air every bit as uncomfortably as the first.

For her part, Emma felt almost too stunned to speak. She looked over at the couch on the other side of the room, then back over at the exercise equipment. “N-no!” she finally blurted out, her vocabulary reduced to a simple, blatant refusal to believe Tony’s words. She knew that it was a little strange to vehemently insist that she was actually the kind of terrible person who would sleep with her best friend’s dad, but she couldn’t just accept Tony’s flippant denial, either.

“We, we did!” Emma insisted, as much to convince herself as Tony. “I was sitting over there on the couch, studying and keeping you company until Cindy and Dorothy got home, and I… I got distracted. Watching you work out. I kept looking up from my book and… seeing you. Your body, I mean.” The memory seemed almost like a tangible thing in Emma’s mind, like she could reach out and feel the solidity of it inside her head. “And I… I was just lying there, staring at you lift your weights, and I noticed a. A bulge. In your shorts.” She didn’t know why Tony was pretending that none of this happened, why he felt the need to force the whole humiliating confession out of her. But she couldn’t back down now.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Easily Led”!

It looks like I forgot to post a sneak peek to this week’s story, back when I posted it to my Early Birds six months ago. So for those of you who are wondering what’s coming to the EMCSA this week, it’s a little story called “Easily Led” (MC MF MD)! It’s about Jessica, a very helpful girl who’s decided to take a load off her Master’s mind by offering to do the weekly grocery run. But as he points out, Jessica might be a little too brainwashed by now for big jobs like that. Here’s a taste:

Jessica nodded, feeling as always the little pulse of warmth and happiness she got whenever she agreed with Master. “And I’m happy that you tried to take the initiative and come up with something you could do to help make my life easier.” Jessica blinked heavily as her brain tried to process the smart girl word he used–she knew she could get it if he just gave her a minute or two, it sounded a lot like something she kind of remembered–but he kept talking, and she let it go so she could keep up with what he was saying. Master was always so nice and understanding when she couldn’t figure out all the big words anyway.

“Even getting dressed all by yourself, without any help from me, it’s…” He chuckled a little, as if unable to help himself. “Well, you definitely tried.” Jessica looked down at her outfit, struggling to figure out what was wrong with it. She’d remembered her stockings, and she’d remembered to wear a nice short skirt that showed off her pretty thighs. She even remembered to put on a shirt! But she must have made a mistake somewhere, because Master was… was…

Jessica’s eyes started to unfocus as she took in the sight of her full, heavy tits, hanging out of the front and gathered together into perfect mind-blanking cleavage by the low collar. Seeing her own breasts always made Jessica feel dumb and horny, just like Master said it would. That’s because Master was smart, and Jessica was… was… she felt the bubble of thought in her mind pop, leaving her head empty and hollow. Her jaw slackened, and a droplet of saliva fell onto her chest as she began to drool vacantly.

Then Master snapped his fingers, and she looked back up at him again with a groggy, confused stare. He’d been saying something, she realized, but she couldn’t remember what it was. The words had simply vanished into the warm, soft pink mist that filled her head whenever she found one of her dumb girl triggers. Jessica knew better than to try to retrieve them–thinking about what Master said when she was blank only made her blank all over again.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Our Lullaby”!

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Kenzie’s been having problems with chronic insomnia of late, and absolutely nothing has helped. Nothing, that is, except the very special lullaby her roommate Tasha sings to her every night. Kenzie knows that always helps… even if she’s a little muddled about the exact music that Tasha pours into her drowsy brain. Here’s a taste:

“There we go,” Tasha said, her other hand reaching down to stroke Kenzie’s hair. “All cozy and comfortable?” Her voice was low and soothing in the darkness, speaking in a slow, patient cadence that sounded simultaneously comforting and condescending. It made Kenzie feel weirdly passive, like she was a small child at the end of a long trip being carried inside and tucked into bed.

She mumbled an affirmative grunt, already feeling inexplicably relaxed and drowsy. It was probably just force of habit by now–after three weeks, her brain had gotten so used to associating Tasha’s presence in her bed with finally getting to sleep that simply hearing her voice made Kenzie get sleepy. Tasha would know more about that, though. She was the psych major. Kenzie made a mental note to ask her tomorrow, one that slipped right out of her fuzzy mind as Tasha spoke again.

“That’s it,” Tasha purred in her ear. “You’re so tired now, ready to share our lullaby together. Ready to listen to our special song and let your mind rest.” Her fingers swept through Kenzie’s hair over and over again as she spoke, brushing at Kenzie’s temples, soothing away Kenzie’s stress and letting the drowsiness wash in to replace it. Kenzie felt her muscles melt into relaxation as she sagged into the mattress, her worries about her insomnia slipping away as she finally felt her thoughts beginning to slow down.

The sleepy feeling only intensified as Kenzie heard Tasha begin the lullaby. “As every pretty girl has a starscape in her mind,” Tasha sang, her voice soft and sweet in Kenzie’s ears. “So close your eyes to see them, the stars that hide behind…” Kenzie’s eyes were already tightly shut, but somehow they seemed to close a second time inside her head on hearing the familiar words. She felt like she didn’t need to try to keep them closed any longer, like suddenly it would be impossible to open them again.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Brief and Serious Statement on Minors in Kink

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Recently, I reblogged a video made by the generally wonderful person known as the Secret Subject, about minors who are involving themselves in kink. She had some wise words for anyone under majority age who was looking at her content (and by extension my content, as we do similar things) and I seconded her in her statements.

I want to add a really important codicil, though, because the thing about minors in kink is that they’re almost never interacting with other minors. They’re interacting with adults. So. If you are an adult, and you discover for any reason that the person you are interacting with is a minor, it is your immediate responsibility to explain to them why you should not and cannot be involved with them in any way, shape or form until they’re of majority age, and block them from contacting you. Period. Anyone not doing this is being a creep. I’m black and white about very few things, but knowingly using your kink identity to interact with a minor is one of them. There is absolutely no good reason to do this. Ever.

And yes, whoever it is that you’re thinking of when I say this, I am talking about them. This is a blanket statement, it applies to all adults interacting with minors in kink. I don’t have any problem believing that it happens, and I feel very strongly that the kinds of denials and excuses we see from adults in the community are all very much the same and they’re all equally unconvincing. We’re adults. The whole reason that we ban minors from kink is that we are supposed to have gained extra maturity from our life experiences and cognitive development. That means that if you’re interacting with a minor, it is your job to know better.

And to any minors who do read this message… right before I remind you to please get off my blog, get away from my content, and stay out of kinky spaces until you’re of legal age… I want to leave you with this. That adult who’s talking to you about kink and sex – they’re not talking to you because they think you’re more mature than other people your age and they believe you can handle it. They’re talking to you because they think you’re too naive even to know what you don’t know about sex, and they believe they can take advantage of that to do things that a genuinely mature person wouldn’t let them get away with. Adults who interact with minors are predators. Steer clear.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Kiss and Control”!

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–“Keep Looking Where Your Eyes Are Looking Now”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Kiss and Control” (MC FF CB)!

I think that the most common request I get is for a rematch between WildRose and Sangria, the supervillain with the mind-controlling lipstick from “Kiss”. Well, never let it be said that I don’t give my fans what they want… although this time, Sangria’s stacked the deck a little against our heroes. Here’s a taste:

Empirically, Sharpe knew it didn’t really matter what color she picked. It wasn’t like she was defusing a bomb or anything; nobody was going to run up to her just as she was handing over her credit card and scream, “NO! NOT THE PINK LIPSTICK!” and slap the bag out of her hand before diving on top of it. There were no consequences for a ‘wrong’ answer, here–it was just an aesthetic choice. That was it. A simple, personal decision with no right or wrong answer. All she needed to do was look over the five or six options in front of her and pick the one that made her look the prettiest… for Song Jeong-Hui, aka Shadowstryke. On their very first official date. After months of waiting, and weeks of working up the nerve to actually ask another woman out instead of just looking adorably shy and waiting for them to make the first move. Their first real romantic activity ever, apart from watching Jeong-Hui masturbate in WildRose’s bedroom. The first time she made a real move toward a polyamorous relationship in her entire life.

Sharpe set down the pink lipstick. “Um… can I see a couple more shades?” she asked, sliding back into her seat at the make-up counter.

Hope you enjoy it!

Mind Control in ‘Annihilation’

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One of the books that’s been on my radar for a while, certainly since before the ill-fated film adaptation from 2018, has been Jeff Vandermeer’s ‘Annihilation’. I don’t remember what first brought it to my attention, but my interest was immediately piqued by the presence of a strong element of mind control and hypnosis in the plot. (An element not present in the film version, to the best of my knowledge.) It’s an interesting book, even though I don’t think I could recommend it to anyone looking for an erotic charge out of their mind control… but perhaps we should discuss it more under a spoiler tag?

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Sixteen

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It’s time for another installment in my occasional look back at my old stories that purport to feature achievable hypnosis, in order to see whether that hypnosis is really something that could be done in real life the same way it’s handled in the story and if so, whether it should be done in real life the same way it’s handled in the story. A couple of these have quite a bit to get into, so let’s get started, shall we?

Body Language: This one is especially interesting when viewed from this perspective, because the Dominant in this story is regurgitating a few common beliefs about hypnosis – specifically, that you can’t hypnotize certain types of people, and that you can’t hypnotize someone against their will. Obviously, for purposes of this story, it kind of has to be false or it’s going to be more than a little bit boring; nobody reads about a Domme who hears that someone can’t be hypnotized, says, “Okay then,” and walks off to find someone more interesting to talk to. (Even though that’s how it both does and should play out in real life.) But is it?

The honest answer is “yes and no”. Certainly, the idea that there are types of people who are resistant to hypnosis is definitely false, or at the very least based on extremely shaky ground and unreliable evidence. Most of the studies that claim this to be true went about testing susceptibility to trance by using an identical induction under identical circumstances, and counted the number of people who went under. As I’ve said in the past, this is like testing a skeleton key on every door in the neighborhood, and claiming afterward that only sixty percent of doors are unlockable. Different people respond to different techniques, different modalities, and different hypnotists; that’s why it’s important to learn a lot of different ways to help someone achieve trance if you want to play with a lot of different partners. Personally, I doubt there’s anyone out there who truly can’t be hypnotized if they genuinely want to be; it’s just that some people haven’t done it yet.

That said, do I think you could genuinely do what Lady Whisper does in this story, and hypnotize someone who’s trying not to go under? Probably not, although I will say that a) she’s chosen the right technique for it, creating a strong sense of disassociation and helplessness by talking to his body and not him, b) it’s anyone’s guess how much he really wants to resist, because there is an undertone of brattiness to his protestations that it’s simply impossible for him to be hypnotized because he’s sooooooo strong-willed, and c) I don’t really know because I would never do this and neither should you. If someone insists on elaborating to you all the ways they can’t be hypnotized, just say, “Okay then,” and walk off to find someone more interesting to talk to.

The Joker: Okay, from a technical standpoint, I’m ludicrously proud of this induction, because it’s a really good piece of practical hypnosis disguised very cleverly as a card trick in a way I’d really like to try sometime if I could pull off card tricks the way Madam Columbina has. Basically, this is a super-fancified sensory overload induction, what’s sometimes known as a “seven plus or minus two” induction. The idea is that it’s genuinely hard for the human brain to hold more than about seven items in immediate, short-term conscious storage without losing track of something – we have a lot of tricks to deal with this, like grouping items in lists (so if you’ve memorized the Declaration of Independence, for example, you’re not going to be able to skip straight to the twenty-seventh word, because you haven’t memorized twenty-seven individual words, you’ve memorized one list of text). But if you start getting to that max, your brain starts to strain a little.

And so the idea is, the hypnotist gets you to focus on something, then adds a second, then a third, and basically piles them on until the brain is really straining… and then, just as it’s obvious that you’re having trouble thinking, they say, “Hey! Wouldn’t it be nice to stop trying to think for a while? Sleep.” And you do! It’s a very neat trick, and this version is really slick because Madam Columbina is secretly doing a number of things to prevent Jo from grouping the cards into a list like reversing the order, or introducing two cards with the same name (that wasn’t an accident). And right at the moment when she’s having real trouble remembering, when she’s really straining and the cards are coming at her too fast to keep track, there’s the Joker. The specific trance trigger she’s been told is coming. And it hits her like a ton of bricks.

Now, would it be ethical to do this? Well, it is a stage show, and Jo did volunteer, so presumably we’ve got enthusiastic consent (although the ethics of stage hypnosis are still evolving, because they do involve a lot of unexpected suggestions that aren’t negotiated in advance and very few stage hypnotists have a mechanism in place for revoking consent). But of course, she’s not aware that Chantal and Madam Columbina have a secret plan in place to seduce her, which she didn’t consent to. Except that she kind of did, because Chantal made no real secret of the fact that she was taking Jo to a hypnosis stage show to get hypnotized, with the very clear expectation that she would want sex out of the whole deal, and Jo said, “Sure!” You could argue, of course, that Jo only made that offer in the sure and certain belief that she wouldn’t have to hold to it, but I think the internal dialogue makes it pretty clear that isn’t entirely true either. Let’s just say that as the arbiter of my fictional character’s morality, I think Jo was entirely pleased with the outcome and leave it at that.

Give Yourself to Me: This one is thankfully a lot more straightforward; Donna clearly wants to be hypnotized and dominated by Doctor Keller, and has put herself very much into a position where that exact thing can happen. Doctor Keller picks up on it, and acts all toppy to see how she’ll respond, and sure enough, she melts like butter for him. It’s not tremendously ethical, even before the ending (which is both frankly impossible and a gross abuse of another person’s mind) but it’s probably plausible. People tend to respond very well to an authoritarian style of induction when it feeds strongly into their kink and the suggestions are things they already want to do.

But no. That ending just could not happen outside of the realm of fiction. And that’s a very good thing.

Caught Up in You: This is another one that’s not so much “plausible” as it is “I wrote down actual things that actually happened and changed the names and a few other details to make it flow more smoothly as a piece of fiction”. It’s about as real as hypnosis gets in my stories, and it was all entirely consensual. There’s not a negotiation sequence at the beginning or anything, but this is a pretty decent example of good consent practices for ethical brainwashing and mind control. And hopefully it shows just how hot those things can be.

Daydream Believer: First, in case it’s not immediately obvious in the story, Erica is experiencing a natural trance state – she’s relaxing, she’s disassociating from her surroundings, and she’s very focused on her daydream. And obviously Sylvie has decided to sneak up on her and take advantage of her lack of conscious thought to implant suggestions into her head that steer her fantasies in a particular direction, the better to do very unethical things with her body. It’s obviously a total shitshow in terms of consent, but is it possible?

I’m inclined to say no. Erica is clearly not into the fantasy – she snaps out of it at least twice, maybe even three times when Sylvie tries to steer her train of thought into sex with Sylvie. At least one of those times, she would have probably snapped out of it completely enough to realize Sylvie was actually there and not a figment of her imagination, and that probably would have mortified her into focusing on reality if nothing else. And it’s a lot more likely that she would have realized what Sylvie was doing than believing she was daydreaming of the things happening right in front of her.

Plus, again, ethical shitshow. Sylvie is not a role model.

And that’s another five stories in the rear view mirror… thank goodness I write so much about magic, drugs, and mind control rays, or we’d never finish!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Girl Talk”!

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–“Brain Freeze”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Girl Talk” (MC FF RB)!

It’s Nancy’s eighteenth birthday, a very special day she’s been looking forward to for a long time. It’s the day that everything changes between her and her Girl(tm)… even if Nancy’s a little fuzzy on exactly what that means right now. Here’s a taste:

“I don’t know,” Nancy said, leaning back in her chair to allow her Girl(tm) to wash the shampoo out. “Do you really think it’s the right thing to do? Cindy says I’m being selfish, and I really don’t want to hurt her feelings. Maybe we could just invite her and… you know. Be, um, discreet about stuff.” Nancy could hear the anxiety in her voice, a concern for Cindy’s feelings that even a full scalp massage and birthday spa treatment from Girl couldn’t soothe away. She wanted to do the right thing by all of her friends. Because her Girl(tm) would want her to be.

Girl’s cotton-candy pink fingertips buzzed and thrummed their way through Nancy’s long blonde hair as she sprayed it down with warm water to work the soap out. “Well,” she said, her voice sounding so adorably certain in Nancy’s ears, “I do understand that you care about Cindy’s feelings. But we’ve already discussed the concept that there aren’t always perfect solutions when it comes to interpersonal issues, and that it’s important to set healthy boundaries and to recognize your needs. You’ve been looking forward to this weekend for a very long time, haven’t you?”

Nancy let out a happy sigh, and closed her bright blue eyes as she remembered all the times she’d anticipated this exact day… and more importantly, this exact night. “Oh, yes, Girl,” she purred, feeling wonderfully like her mind was saturated with the same warmth that poured down her scalp and made her ringlets sag into gentle waves. Ever since the day Daddy bought Nancy her Girl(tm), and she and Girl had first had that very important conversation about rules, she’d thought at least once a day about her eighteenth birthday and the day the rules wouldn’t be quite so strict about certain things anymore.

She couldn’t quite think about exactly what those things were. Girl had helped her stop thinking about them, so that they wouldn’t become too much of a distraction and so that she wouldn’t be tempted to ask her Girl(tm) to break the rules for her. All her thoughts about today and the days after seemed to trail down into a warm, dark rabbit hole of happiness and excitement. Nancy didn’t need to know what she and her Girl(tm) would do together. She just needed to listen to her Girl(tm) and know that it would be wonderful.

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