Archive for June, 2019

Liner Notes for June 2019

June 30, 2019

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Hi all! Looks like it’s the end of another month again – seriously, does it seem like these things are going faster? – and that means it’s time for another round of liner notes! As always, these are my best recollections of what went through my head as I was turning the seed of an idea into the actual story you read. Let’s get started, shall we?

Quick Like a Flash: When I saw this title, it immediately connected with the concept of a subliminal message, because it’s one of the classic tropes of the genre. But as is often the case, the most obvious idea that comes to mind really isn’t an idea at all. I can’t just write a story, “Protagonist gets subliminal messages,” because that’s kind of generic by itself. So I cast my mind around a bit, and linked up the idea with one of my old favorite hypnosis tropes, the Altered Eyes idea, to come up with a person who didn’t need a medium to broadcast subliminal messages. They could do it just by looking at you.

From there, things gelled pretty quickly – obviously the person who did it couldn’t be human, and I didn’t want to do vampires, so fairies were the next best option. (I did the solid purple eyes because, as you can see in the linked post, it’s a shame the eyes are always either black or white.) The 2018 elections were just ramping up when I wrote this, so my brain went political, and because I’m also a big fan of people thinking they’re doing things of their own free will when they’re actually mind controlled, I structured it so that it looked initially like Lora was trying to find out how to resist her brainwashing for next time, when the truth was something far more sinister. (And plus, I just like the idea of the entire Fox News audience suddenly believing in fairies.)

Vacancy: The whole idea of the creepy little hotel out in the middle of nowhere is a staple of the horror genre (and I could write a whole essay on the way that erotica and horror diverged from a common ancestor and still share a whole lot of memetic DNA, but not today). I thought it would be fun to both invert and explain that by showing a perfectly normal proprietor of an out-of-the-way hotel getting jumped by a creepy guest, who has Genre Awareness and knows just how useful a base of operations off the beaten path can be.

In my head, by the way, Maryam was played by the talented and charming Jameela Jamil, from ‘The Good Place’. There’s something so wonderful about the way she delivers even the most heart-wrenching lines in that same chipper, reserved, stiff-upper-lip British fashion that I found myself falling into the same rhythm of speech, so I decided to go with it. If you ever wanted to know what I thought Tahani would sound like as a mad scientist, this is it.

Play With Me: This one was a request from a Patron, who asked for something where the Domme got tied up and teased rather than the sub. So, um, I did that. This one really isn’t that complicated – a brief like that really does kind of write itself, especially because I knew this particular person’s interests well enough to know that they probably wanted entirely consensual hypnosis and not a “tables are permanently turned, muahahahaha!” kind of tale. And honestly, I suspect a lot of people genuinely do something like this with hypnosis and D/s, and it was fun to show it and maybe give people ideas.

Unraveling: Speaking of things I’ve personally found hot, I’ve mentioned that I have a kink for (non-humiliating) disassociation and depersonalization. I’d obviously never take it as far as this story, even if such a thing were possible, but in the safe space of purely hypothetical fantasies where only fictional experience the consequences of my decisions, it’s very hot to describe that kind of deep erasure and enslavement. And the prose style was just a little experimentation with tense and perspective, just because it’s fun to try new things and because I thought it seemed a little more inevitable and inexorable when described as a future event.

ZYX: When I saw this title, it immediately brought to mind reciting the alphabet backward. Isn’t it crazy how you can have the most unexpected associations sometimes? But seriously, I thought of reciting the alphabet backwards and thought it sounded like something someone could use as an induction, sort of like counting down from ten to one. But it’s also generally seen as a test of cognitive ability, which taken together implied that someone was being hypnotized and tested to see how deeply hypnotized they were. Which means, yes, we’re into “someone proves to someone else that they’re a good subject” territory.

I knew I didn’t want to do the “so and so bets they can’t be hypnotized” gimmick this time, and I wasn’t in the mood to write a pure bratty sub story. So I kind of hedged my bets and turned it into a game they play, one that the subject/submissive is a little ambivalent about how much they’re trying to resist and why. I knew I wanted it to be consensual, but I think it’s okay to show that people sometimes to have doubts and worries about what’s going on in their brain and where their D/s relationships are headed, even when they love their partner and enjoy what they’re doing. I like to think that Miku and Chris will have a good talk about it during aftercare.

And that’s it for this month – join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another installment of Liner Notes! See you then!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Unaffected”!

June 27, 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–“ZYX”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Unaffected” (MC MF MD)!

Kelly has a sneaking suspicion that something’s gone very wrong in her office. All the other women have suddenly begun pairing off with every available man, presenting themselves as horny, obedient sex slaves without even realizing they’re doing it. It seems that her worst fears about the company’s machine-assisted learning project have come true… but luckily, it hasn’t worked on her. Here’s a taste:

“Well,” Kelly replied, “it seemed to start around three in the afternoon, right after that company-wide email went out announcing Project Kyrios. I was just heading to a meeting with Dan and Linda after I saw it, and Linda got there maybe a few seconds before I did. She opened the door to the conference room, and she got this very strange look on her face, like she’d forgotten why she was there… and she did this sort of full-body shudder, all over. Just for a second. And then she smiled, and then… and then she dropped to her knees.”

Mark nodded. “Could you maybe show me what it looked like?” he asked, reaching down and undoing his fly to pull his cock out of his trousers.

‘s jaw went slack, her gaze becoming glassy and unfocused behind her chunky glasses. She took a long, deep, shuddery breath, one that seemed to radiate all the way out from her chest down along her arms and legs to her fingers and toes. She blinked heavily, once, then twice. “Um… it looked kind of like that, I guess?” she said, a wide smile spreading contentedly across her face as she slid out of the chair and dropped to her knees. “That’s the best impression I can do, at least, without whatever happened to Linda happening to me.”

Mark nodded, his curiosity seemingly satisfied. He slid his pants down around his ankles and took the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger. It was already hardening as Kelly watched, and she wiggled her hips seductively as she crawled over to take a closer look. “So what happened after Linda was triggered?” he asked, concern dripping from every word.

Hope you enjoy it!

Honest Gratitude: Tumblr Reblogs

June 23, 2019

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I’m grateful to the kink community for a lot of things. I’m grateful for the wonderful support you’ve all given, I’m grateful for the amazing opportunities you’ve provided me, I’m grateful for the fun (and sometimes very hot) times I’ve had with people in the community. I’m so grateful, in fact, that I can’t do a “gratitude” post because I’m afraid of all the things I might miss and all the people who might feel left out. So I’m going to narrow down my focus to one specific thing I’m grateful for this time, and talk about others another time.

Today, I’d like to thank everyone who reblogs my Tumblr posts. I understand that not everyone can; sometimes I see someone clicking like on ten to twenty of my posts in a row and when I go look at their profile, they have a vanilla blog with the “Likes” and “Following” locked down from view. I’m grateful to those people for reading my work and letting me know in the only way they can that it’s making them happy…

But there’s nothing quite like reblogging. It lets me know that someone appreciated my work enough to want to put it on display, to say to their audience, “This is something I enjoyed and something that spoke to me.” It supports me – I get that not everyone has even four bucks a month to throw my way for stories, and knowing that those people provided me with free viral advertising out of the kindness of their heart really touches me. It’s both sweet and important, and I appreciate it.

But the best thing of all is when people reblog my posts with their reactions. That’s truly, genuinely amazing to see, someone opening up and letting themselves be known on a very personal level by talking about what turns them on. Even I don’t do that all the time; I have characters who like to be tied up, whipped, flogged, brainwashed, milked, facefucked, licked, and generally abused, but at the end of the day my characters aren’t me. Someone who reblogs my posts with an addition, even if it’s as simple as “Hot”, is saying that yes, this affected them deeply enough to want to tell the world how they felt. That’s powerful. That’s intimate. That’s appreciated.

So to all those people… thank you. Each and every one of you. I always notice, even when I’m too shy to respond, and I’m always grateful.

Mind Control Filk Is Back!

June 22, 2019

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(With apologies to Whitney Houston…)

Pocket watch strikes the hour
And your mind begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase your thoughts away
I’ve done alright up to now
It’s the pendulum that shows me how
And when the trance falls, the hypnotist calls

Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna wash the brain of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny
Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna blank the thoughts of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny

My spiral saps away your senses
Spinning round and round
Sooner or later, resistance ends
And you wind up sinking down
I need a slave who’s in a trance
With arousal burning like sweet romance
So when your mind falls
Obedience calls

Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna wash the brain of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny
Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna blank the thoughts of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny

Somebody oo Somebody oo
Somebody who’s horny yeah
Somebody oo Somebody oo
To sink into my will oh

I need a pet who’ll take off pants
And surrender to me with mindless trance
So when your thoughts stall
You answer my call

Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna wash the brain of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny
Oh, I wanna trance with somebody
I wanna blank the thoughts of somebody
Yeah, I wanna trance with somebody
With somebody who’s horny

Don’tcha wanna trance with me baby
Dontcha wanna trance with me slave
Hey Don’tcha wanna trance with me baby
With somebody who’s mindless

Don’tcha wanna trance say you wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance say you wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance
Don’tcha wanna trance say you wanna trance
With somebody who’s horny

Trance

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Xhalation”!

June 19, 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–“Unraveling”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Xhalation” (MC FF)!

When an obnoxious goth starts to vape right next to Sarah in the waiting room at her therapist’s office, Sarah thinks she can deal with the situation. But it turns out that this vapor isn’t nicotine or CBD; it’s a strange new drug called ‘X’, and Sarah isn’t ready for what it does to her. Here’s a taste:

Sarah tried not to give in to the feeling of uncertainty that threatened to tip the conversation off-balance, but Goth Chick clearly saw her opportunity and pounced. “This isn’t ecstasy,” she said, wiggling her vape pen around like a conductor tuning up a symphony. “You can’t even smoke ecstasy, it doesn’t vaporize unless you mix it with some literally toxic shit and that stuff just makes you choke. This is X, Becky. It’s a whole new thing, and it’s better than anything you ever tried in the suburbs.” She took another long, deep hit off the pen and blew the stream of mist right up into Sarah’s face. “See?”

Sarah coughed and spluttered, all her bad-ass bitch credentials pulled out from under her as she choked on the vapor like a college freshman trying weed for the first time. She couldn’t stop herself from getting a good, deep lungful of the thick fog, though, and the green smell assailed her senses even more strongly as the cloud surrounded her. It made her feel strangely dizzy, like the waiting room had suddenly developed a list to starboard, and she reached out to grab the arm of the chair to keep herself from falling over.

Goth Chick snorted with laughter, standing up and looming over Sarah in big, heavy boots. “Looks like Becky from the suburbs doesn’t know how to handle her shit, huh?” she said, blowing another cloud into Sarah’s face for emphasis. “See, that’s the thing about X. It’s got the best kick to it, but if you’re kind of a lightweight, well, it’s gonna leave you a little bit fucked up. Like, I smoke a little before my sessions because it helps open my mind up, lets me take in advice better, but you? This shit’s going to pry the top of your head clean off, Becks. I wonder what I should put in there.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Classic Mind Control: Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore!

June 15, 2019

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I just finished posting this week’s Early Bird Reward story to my Patrons, and I realized just before I put it up that I really did have an obligation to mention the authors who inspired it, Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore. They were a couple who met as fans and became professional collaborators, and they wrote prolifically for decades on some genuinely amazing stories – some of which, as it just so happened, have a connection to mind control. They weren’t necessarily erotic… unless, like me, you find mind control inherently sexy… but they’re amazing work, and well worth tracking down.

The story that specifically inspired my tale is called “The Twonky”, and involves a mechanic who tumbles down a reality hole from some unspecified place/time/dimension and finds himself in a radio factory in what was then the present day. Only he doesn’t build radios, you see. He builds twonkies. And he’s very good at it. If he needs to put them into the chassis of a radio receiver, or if he needs to work with non-standard parts, he can do it. He soon disappears back where he came from, but not before he’s built a twonky that looks just like a radio. And when someone buys it…

Well, I don’t want to spoil. But let’s just say that wherever the mechanic came from, it’s a place where they really didn’t like people thinking for themselves.

Another Kuttner/Moore (they published under his name, to avoid the rampant sexism in the science-fiction publishing field at the time) story that uses mind control prominently is “The Proud Robot”, part of a series of tales they wrote about an inventor whose skill and inspiration was… let’s just say ‘unlocked’… by copious amounts of alcohol. Which meant that he sometimes woke up from being blackout drunk to find that he’d invented something so brilliant that even he didn’t know how it worked. In this case, it was an android that he’d built to solve a particular problem, but his besotted mind had fallen victim to feature creep and made a robot capable of doing everything from seeing the future to flawlessly hypnotizing people. And it won’t follow any instructions until he tells it to do the thing he invented it to do.

…this is where I mention that these are stories from an era when society viewed alcoholism more as an amusing vice and less as a serious medical problem. There are a lot of adjustments like that you’ll have to make, simply due to the age of the stories. But they’re good stuff.

Another one that really inspired me was a short novel called “The Fairy Chessmen”, about a war between humanity and an alien race who used a different kind of physics than we do. Humanity has captured one of the alien equations that allow them to distort reality, but simply knowing it is enough to cause insanity. The idea of a memetic weapon, a secret that simply comprehending will cause the effects to occur… yeah, that’s woven into a lot of my work.

And I couldn’t talk about Kuttner and Moore without mentioning one of their best works, “Mimsy Were the Borogroves”. It’s SO unsexy – it’s about a pair of young children who encounter “educational toys” from the future that alter their thought processes so completely that they vanish into the fourth dimension – but it is an absolutely brilliant piece of writing and your life will be better for tracking it down. It’s gut-wrenching for any parent, though, just as a trigger warning. (Oh, and it was adapted into a movie, “The Last Mimsy”. Don’t bother with the film version. It doesn’t convey the sheer creepiness of the story at all.)

There’s a lot more Kuttner and Moore, I’m barely even scratching the surface. But if this helps them be forgotten even just a tiny bit less, I’ll feel like my day wasn’t wasted.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Don’t Fight It”! (MC FF)

June 13, 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–“Play With Me”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Don’t Fight It” (MC FF)!

Laura has something to show Dawn. Something wonderful. Something that will change her life forever. All she has to do is take a moment, take a look… and stop resisting. Here’s a taste:

“I dunno,” Dawn said warily. “Is it, like, made of quartz or something? Because I–ut.” Dawn felt the words dry up into an inarticulate grunt as the orb suddenly burst into a vibrant display of colors that practically dragged her eyeballs down into the swirling depths of the object. She gripped the edge of the desk as a sudden wave of vertigo washed over her, forcing her to lean heavily on the solid oak for support.

Dawn tried to ask Laura what the hell was going on, what she was looking at, what was happening to her all of a sudden and why her gaze seemed to be inexplicably magnetized to the mysterious orb in front of her, but all that escaped her lips was another mumbled yelp of confusion. “Guh?” Dawn blurted out, trying to control her body and her mouth and her eyes and failing at all three.

“Ssh, shh, it’s okay,” Laura cooed softly, coming up behind Dawn and gently petting her back. “It’s okay. Don’t try to fight it. It’s so much better when you stop resisting and let it inside your mind, Dawn. You wouldn’t be able to resist anyway, so why try?” Laura’s fingers smoothed back Dawn’s long black hair, stroking it as the orb continued its implacable pull on Dawn’s gaze. The colors flowed endlessly inward, creating an optical illusion of bottomless depth that seemed to swallow Dawn’s mind more and more as she stared deeper and deeper. It felt like it was absolutely impossible to look away. Within moments, Dawn stopped even trying.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Cattle and the Creeping Things”!

June 6, 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–“Vacancy”, teased previously, has already been submitted to Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Cattle and the Creeping Things” (MC FF MF)!

Have you ever been alone in a room, and felt like there was someone else with you? Have you ever found yourself doing something you knew was a mistake, and not understood why you couldn’t just stop? Have you ever felt a wave of anger or misery steal over you, without ever knowing why? One person knows. And she’s going to tell you all about the Creeping Things. Here’s a taste:

I got a lot of theories. That happens when you got nothing but time to think about something, and no way to know for sure if you’re right or not. But I been watching the Creeping Things for damn near twenty years now, like I said, and I got a few ideas about what they are and why they do what they do. I think they feed on people. Not, like, physically or anything. Nobody’s gonna wake up with a bite taken out of them, not unless they do something stupid like go after one with a knife or a gun or something. (That happened, too. Guy I was dating decided to try to ‘do something’ about them. I still have nightmares about what they did to him.)

No, I think they feed on your… hell, I’m not a preacher or nothing, but I think they feed on your soul. They lean in and they give those creepy fucking kisses of theirs, right on the side of your head like they’re whispering in your ear, and something kind of changes inside you. Something that makes it easy for them to swallow down everything that makes you human. I don’t exactly know what they’re doing in there, and I think maybe it’s a little different for everyone. But I been around enough people to know that they change after the Creeping Things get inside their head.

Hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Eighteen

June 5, 2019

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It seems to have been a while since I’ve gone back to my old stories to see if the hypnosis contained within them is at all realistic, and if so whether there are any good lessons to be learned about ethical kink therein. Again, I think this is really valuable; something featuring vampires or tentacled monstrosities or brainwashing helmets is obviously a fantasy, but I think it’s worth discussing what can really be done with hypnosis and why sometimes it really shouldn’t. So let’s get started, shall we?

Exercise One: This one, I think, may fall ever so slightly into that creepy gray area between “nah, you couldn’t possibly” and “let’s never find out, shall we?” Certainly, there are a lot of ways that people have exploited that bond of social conformity to bring people along to extremes of behavior that they wouldn’t otherwise do. There’s a lot of well-known psychological experimentation that demonstrates that humans have an inherent tendency to go along with the group, to say nothing of our tendency to follow authority figures. It’s not at all implausible to imagine that Jessica might find herself in a position where she assumes that if nobody but her has a problem with Professor Doakes’ methods, then it must be her that’s wrong.

Regardless of whether this is possible, it’s very clear from Jessica’s (probably realistic) reactions in the story that it’s going to do extremely awful things to someone’s head to be subjected to this kind of programming, and you shouldn’t do it. If you find yourself wanting to start a sex cult, I really hope it goes without saying that you should check that urge and seek help. Charles Manson, R. Kelly and Keith Raniere are not role models.

Take a Bow: (Private confession – I think this one turned out terrible. Not for reasons of realism; I just never really felt satisfied with it.) In any event, it’s probably not really feasible. You could certainly go a long way toward using hypnosis to assist in method acting, especially with a willing subject; it’s basically just a form of visualization exercise to help you get into character. That part is believable. But the subconscious isn’t easily fooled, and Charles would in all probability snap out of the trance himself even without a handler there to wake him after the cameras stopped rolling. His natural association would be to do so, in fact. Most of this is just contrivance. Hmmm… maybe that is why I never liked it after all?

Fascination: I was torn on whether or not to even put this one in here, because the ‘hypnosis’ is so patently unbelievable as to almost be a magic spell. But the story presents it as a real event with natural causes, a simple stroboscopic fascinator that happens to be extremely powerful due to random chance and hypnotizes the viewer without the need for a formal induction. And also puts the viewer into a trance so deep that they absorb all suggestions irresistibly. And also causes intense pleasure because sure, why not? Needless to say, this one is total bullshit, even if it’s immensely hot total bullshit.

Nobody Does It Better: And speaking of total bullshit… look, do I even have to say that this one is deliberately and consciously ludicrous? It’s an overt parody of the ‘hypnotist’s harem’ style of EMC story, a clear (and hopefully amusing) over the top version of the tropes used in other stories about improbably talented lesbian hypnotists collecting kinky young women like Pokemon and watching them perform for her amusement. Nothing in here is achievable in a million years, probably not even with eager and consenting subjects with a lot of experience going into trance. It’s funny, but it’s not real hypnosis.

Since U Been Gone: I do think it would probably be possible to do this one with a willing subject; certainly, the suggestion provides a self-reinforcing incentive to comply by giving the subject sexual pleasure every time they forget the letter ‘U’. I’m not sure if you could have long-term success with it – or if you would want to, as it would probably wind up being a pain in the ass for a number of reasons – but short-term “forget letters/numbers” is an old hypnosis party trick. That part is pretty believable.

But with an unwilling, or an unwitting subject? Nope. Especially not someone who was a stickler for grammar or spelling. There’d simply be too much incongruence between the conscious and unconscious mind to overcome. Given that I know some spelling sticklers who won’t even read this story, I’m pretty sure that anyone who hated the idea would simply reject the suggestion.

And oh, hey look! That’s another five stories in the books! See you next week for another blog entry, and ((shrug emoji)) for another installment in this series!