Archive for August, 2019

Early Bird Reward Story: “Hazy Daze”!

August 28, 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–“Kiss and Control”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Hazy Daze” (MC MF FF MD FD)!

If you’ve visited small towns in the Midwest, you might be familiar with the tradition of Crazee Daze, a yearly sidewalk sale with a festival atmosphere and fun activities for shoppers. But one particular town has a slightly different tradition, Hazy Daze… and Emma’s about to find out that participation in these fun activities is anything but optional. Here’s a taste:

Not that the sign was exactly ominous. On the contrary, it was a little silly; Maisie King had done a good job with it, but seeing the shakily hand-lettered ‘HAZY DAZE!!!!!’ written over a wobbly black-and-white spiral made Emma snicker a little even before she got to the bottom and saw, ‘You Won’t Be Able To Resist These Bargains!’ Emma didn’t really understand why Maisie thought she needed hypnosis to sell her handmade chocolates, but she could talk about it with the older woman over a few coconut creams.

Emma started to go inside, but stopped dead when she saw a badly-printed sign on the door that said, ‘HAZEE DAZE!!!!!’ over a painfully obvious clip-art spiral. Below the squiggly, eye-bruising logo, Emma saw more squiggly, eye-bruising text. ‘July 15-21!!! Mesmerizing deals!!! You won’t be able to stop yourself!!’, the sign said, in a font that managed to somehow look too big and too small at the same time.

Emma winced, trying to unpick the different text effects that went into the mess and failing. It wasn’t that Emma needed more work–she got enough business from her online clients to keep her graphic design company busy almost every day of the week. But she had a certain amount of professional pride, and seeing someone abuse Photoshop that badly made her twitch just a little bit. She pushed the door open and went inside, quietly resolving to maybe talk to Maisie about at least putting the same number of Es and Ys on each version of the sign.

Hope you enjoy it!

The Abuser’s Toolkit

August 25, 2019

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Recently, there’s been some discussion of the behavior of a predatory hypnotist in the community – the linked piece was written for FetLife, which deletes posts that name predators, but the author’s since reblogged it to clarify that the person under discussion is Nimja, and I would like it to be absolutely clear that I believe the many well-documented allegations against this person, and I do not believe that he is a safe person to learn from or play with.

But because it’s sadly all too common for someone like this to disappear, only to pop up under a new screen name a few years later once everyone’s forgotten about them, I was thinking about using the well-written piece above as a springboard to write down some of my own thoughts about “red flags” for predatory hypnotists and/or dominants. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that all of my red flags could be reduced down to a single tactic that had multiple manifestations: Pressure. Human beings don’t make good decisions under pressure, and abusive people (and this is by no means limited to hypnosis, or even kink) use that by creating a pressure-filled situation around all of the decisions you need to make. I’m going to discuss a few examples, but these are all just ways that abusers create that emotionally pressurized atmosphere. The key thing, which I cannot stress enough, is to get used to recognizing that underlying emotional sensation before you wind up in a situation where it becomes important.

One of the most frequent kinds of pressure an abuser applies is time pressure. They will prompt you to make a decision immediately, either with a direct deadline or the implication of a limit on their schedule/patience/whatever, forcing you to accept their terms or lose the opportunity to get hypnotized (or bound, or flogged, or whatever it is they’re offering). They do this because they know that once you’ve said yes to something, it’s going to be that much harder to subsequently back out and change that yes to a no.

That’s because of another major form of pressure, social pressure. We are all, to some extent, socialized to go along with group consensus and do what others are doing. Human beings are social animals, we have adopted this as a survival strategy since we were lemurs, and setting aside all of the evo-psych bullshit that comes along with saying “the brain is hardwired to…”, the human brain really is hardwired to agree with the group. Abusers will try to use this to their advantage by surrounding you with a group that already agrees with them, isolating you from your support network, and presenting you with their opinions in a form that challenges you to disagree. (Gaslighting is basically a one-on-one form of social pressure.)

That challenge can escalate into another distinct form of pressure, what I think of as confrontational pressure. This is where they make it as uncomfortable as possible for you to say no to them – not necessarily with overt threats of violence, although most abusers do eventually escalate to that point, but with displays of temper, verbal expressions of disdain, petulance, and a variety of emotional abuse inflicted on you when you do something that doesn’t accord with their decisions. You may not be the target of this emotional abuse – many abusers threaten self-harm if their dictums aren’t followed. But your refusal to comply will always be suggested as the cause.

(One important thing to remember about this is that the abuser is not likely to respond with proportional intensity. Intermittent reinforcement is the most powerful training tool operant conditioning has to offer, and the abuser will use that by reacting with very intense anger to relatively small things, or kindness and “forgiveness” to very big things. The state they want you in is to imagine that any disagreement at all could prompt the next explosion, and to police yourself accordingly.)

A particular danger for the kink community, especially with “big name” hypnotists like Nimja, is competitive pressure. This is as simple as it is cruel; the abuser creates the impression, either implicitly or explicitly, that you’re in competition with others for their favors and that the only way to continue receiving their attention is to abnegate those facets of your personality that don’t suit their desires. It’s especially common among kink celebrities, well-known riggers or convention organizers or the like – they’re able to very easily create an atmosphere where new people in the community feel special for being singled out for their attentions, not realizing that they’re being selected precisely because they’re not integrated into the community well enough to know about the abuser’s patterns of behavior. (This is also a form of social pressure. Many of these overlap and interact.)

Another kind of pressure that has a strong interaction with competitive and social pressure is transactional pressure. This is your basic guilt trip; the abuser provides you with something, usually without asking, and then attempts to extract something from you in exchange for the thing of value they provided. The most obvious example is, “I hypnotized you, but you don’t want to have sex with me?”, but really this is a staple tactic of abusers everywhere because it’s so insidious and plays on people’s sense of fairness. If you have a boss who buys lunch for the office, then a couple days later starts asking people to work through their breaks, you’re seeing transactional pressure at work. (Literally as well as figuratively.)

One other form of pressure I feel like I absolutely have to mention, primarily because a lot of the same people who study “covert hypnosis” tactics also study pick-up artist techniques, is oppositional pressure. This is a form of social pressure, but it’s a little bit more subtle and insidious; instead of presenting a positive group consensus that you’re expected to go along with to gain the approval of the group, the abuser presents a negative stereotype that you’re expected to defy to gain the approval of the group. “When I saw your picture, I really thought you were going to be a huge prude” is the kind of statement that sets out a clear pattern of behavior that the abuser wants you to avoid, in the hopes that you’ll overcompensate by adopting a pattern of behavior more to their liking.

There are almost certainly more – I don’t pretend to be an expert at this, and I honestly kind of hate understanding it as well as I do. But the most important thing to take away is that all of them are trying to create that same feeling, a sense of stress and emotional discomfort with a clear strategy for relief, namely going along with the abuser’s wishes. This is how they operate. This is how they’re going to operate from the very beginning to the very end of your relationship with them. They won’t start out with the dial turned all the way up to 11; the pressure will begin with small things, and only gradually escalate to the big horrible stuff. But it will be there right from the start.

Fortunately, that’s also a good way to recognize them. There’s a famous book, The Gift of Fear, that discusses some specific signs and predictors of physical and emotional violence, but I think that “the gift of stress” is every bit as good a description. If you find that the person you’re talking to is making you anxious and upset when you don’t do what they wanted, if it feels like they’re demanding or critical or strict, if you find yourself worried about what they’ll do if you say “no” to them… that’s a sign. Things are not going to get better from there. It is never too early to back out of an interaction you feel uncomfortable with, and you do not need a reason. (Oh, and there’s another form of pressure right there. “I just want to know why you’ve stopped talking to me!” The answer is never going to be good enough for the abuser. Don’t even bother saying it.)

I know that cutting off contact with an abuser isn’t always an option. If it’s available, though, it’s the best option. It’s certainly the safest. If it’s not available, though… the only thing I can suggest is to try to put the pressure back on them. Use these same tactics against them if you can. Build up a support network of people who won’t let them get away with it, make them as uncomfortable as possible when they challenge you, call them out as an abuser and force them to go against the negative stereotype of the creepy jerk. It probably won’t make them change their behavior, but it may at least make them look for another target. Sometimes, sadly enough, that’s all you can hope for.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Goddamn Trigger”!

August 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–“Let You Win”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Goddamn Trigger” (MC MF MD)!

Kitten has a blog where she talks about her experiences with BDSM. And with bratting for her Master like a pervy little minx. And lately, with hypnosis… and all the ways it’s turning her from a brat into a respectful good girl, all thanks to Master and his Goddamn Trigger. She’s not saying she’s against it, mind you. She just wants everyone to know that it’s deeply unfair. Here’s a taste:

Some days it’s not easy being a brat. Like, look, all I want is just to wipe the smug look off of Master’s face and get him to break down giggling every once in a while, okay? I mean, yes, it’s nice when he takes me by the hand and pulls me onto the bed and spanks my lily-white ass until it’s hot pink, sure. But it’s the times when I kind of win that I live for, even if it’s just for a moment before he grabs my thicc hips and pulls down my panties and checks my pussy to see if I’m lying when I say I don’t care whether we fuck. When I stick out my tongue and wiggle my butt and say, “Make me, Mister DomlyDomDom,” and he can’t quite hold his stern look, and he facepalms? That’s my favorite thing ever, even when I know he’s going to punish me for it.

Especially when I know he’s going to punish me for it.

But this new thing we’ve gotten into? Hypnosis? Oh, that’s just so fucking unfair. And I mean, the worst part of it is that I can’t even blame him for it, because it’s my subconscious mind that’s being a sneaky, obedient little bitch! Not that he’s not a really good hypnotist–god, he took to this shit like a duck to water once he went to the first munch and got hold of some books on the subject. He’s got the perfect voice for it, all smooth and silky and rich; it’s like someone pouring melted chocolate straight into my brain or something. But I know that if I wanted to resist him, I could. That’s, like, Hypnosis 101. You can’t be made to do anything that you don’t really want to do, deep down.

But man oh man, is it a shock to find out that what I really want to do, deep down, is follow every single one of Master’s hypnotic commands instantly and without question.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Let You Win”!

August 21, 2019

It appears that I was slightly remiss some months back, and failed to post a sneak peek of this week’s story when it was an Early Bird Reward story. So allow me to give you a special, somewhat belated preview of this week’s story for the EMCSA, “Let You Win”!

It’s a return outing for Josie and Marina from “Temptation Dice”, a story of mine from 2017. As with before, Marina has all sorts of fun and sexy ideas for things to do with Josie once she’s got her roommate good and hypnotized, and as before Josie is mostly making a token show of resistance because she enjoys all the things she and Marina do together. But Josie wants to make it clear that she could resist, if she really wanted to. And she’s very surprised to find out that Marina agrees. Here’s a taste:

Josie’s eyes watered with the effort of ignoring the swinging crystal that dangled just at the edge of her field of vision. “That’s all it is, sweetie,” Marina purred, her carefully-trimmed fingernails tracing a line of sensation along the inside of Josie’s smooth, creamy thighs. “I’m not doing anything to you. I’m just sitting here and talking to you, letting the silver chain hang down from my fingers and letting the pretty pink crystal hang down from the end of the chain. You’re too strong to let something as simple as that tease your brain into soft, foggy, mindless surrender. Isn’t that right?”

Josie nodded slowly. She realized that somehow, without exactly noticing when it had happened, her eyes had drifted back over to the pendant. It was like there was this tiny little slip in her memories, a gap where nothing particularly important happened and Josie knew she didn’t need to pay attention, and at the other end of the gap her gaze was following the crystal again. Following it back and forth. Back. And forth. She let out a slow, lazy sigh, the tension escaping her with a whoosh of breath as her muscles began to relax.

Hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Nineteen

August 18, 2019

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As with the last time, I haven’t really had a set schedule for these entries – it just pops into my brain every once in a while that hey, this is a thing I like to do that I haven’t done lately. And by “this”, I mean “going back through my archive of stories and looking at the ones that purport to use actual hypnosis instead of some fantasy mind control technique, and seeing whether the hypnosis is genuinely achievable and whether it’s ethical if so”. So let’s get started, shall we?

The Weakness in Me: I’m really inclined to say “no with a ‘but'” to this one. Certainly I don’t think that hypnosis by itself, or even hypnosis combined with sexual stimulation and teasing, could implant the kind of suggestions under discussion in the story into an unwilling subject. I just don’t think the human brain works that way. But at some point, if you’ve genuinely been abducted and imprisoned for an indefinite duration, hypnosis starts to shade into Stockholm syndrome and other related psychological reactions to imprisonment, and I think it’s theoretically possible that if you didn’t get arrested and thrown in jail before you got the chance, that you could probably mess with someone’s mind in some pretty genuine ways.

I have no intention of ever ever ever finding out if I’m right, ever ever ever. I suggest you stick with that same plan.

Paradise by the Dashboard Light: This one is possibly probably maybe achievable but I’m guessing not? Don’t get me wrong, the hypnotic induction is pretty much realistic, and a lot of the so-called “power napping” techniques out there, along with easily half of the “meditation” and “visualization” techniques, are just forms of applied self-hypnosis. (I say ‘just’, but if they work and are helpful, then they’re doing great and it doesn’t really matter what you call them unless you want to dig into the specifics to improve your skillset.) Trevor’s tired, and he’s probably very receptive to sleep-related suggestions. That bit’s fine.

But do I believe that he could be hypnotized into giving up the wheel of his precious car? Probably not. On some level, his subconscious is very aware that Hannah is taking over the driving, a concept he’s very resistant to on both a conscious and an unconscious level thanks to his sexist bias about women drivers. Getting out of the car and being led around to the passenger side would probably have snapped him out of it, to say nothing of whatever work Hannah did on him to try to reverse decades of internalized toxic masculinity. As much as we might all wish we could snap chauvinist asshats out of it with hypnosis, this is probably just a fantasy.

Pretty Vacant: There’s a chance this could really happen, but it involves assuming a lot of facts not in evidence. If Valerie was bisexual or lesbian, and if she was used to using this kind of convention atmosphere as an excuse to engage in sexual activity she didn’t normally do in her normal home life (both of which are not entirely implausible suggestions – lots of people tend to assume a bit of an attitude of misrule at conferences and conventions, even ones that are ostensibly business-related) then it’s just possible that hypnosis would take the role of a social lubricant usually assumed by alcohol and distance from her usual circle of friends who might regulate her behavior.

In that scenario, it’s not so much that Valerie is being hypnotized into having lesbian sex with Jacqueline, it’s that she’s already receptive to the idea of fucking her temporary roommate and hypnosis is just providing her with the ‘oh, I’m so helpless to resist you’ excuse to do it. I still wouldn’t try hypnotizing someone like this, because I don’t think it would qualify as ‘enthusiastic consent’ as we normally envision it and it would be better to have a frank and open talk that doesn’t end in sex than a stealth hypnosis session that does… but in the realm of fantasy, where no one gets hurt, it’s okay to own your daydreams about being hypnotized without realizing it.

Automatic: See above, but with less justification and even less plausibility. Bev isn’t just being hypnotized into wanting sex with Mona, she’s being hypnotized into a whole bunch of long-term and fairly significant behavioral changes that are incorporated into her daily routine. She’s not somewhere where the usual rules don’t apply, she’s in her own apartment doing the things that she does every single day, and it’s unlikely that Mona could shift those patterns at all without her buying into the idea, especially not after one hypnosis session. A fun story, but not very realistic.

Unbelievable: Well, it’s right there in the title, isn’t it? Don’t get me wrong, the rapid induction that Veronica performs is pretty close to some of the real ones I’ve seen, done, and had done to me. But a) they probably wouldn’t work on someone in a state of high fury like Sara, b) she’d snap out of it right away because hypnosis isn’t magic, and c) she certainly wouldn’t be in a receptive state of mind to accept any suggestions, especially not from someone like Veronica who she was very angry at and didn’t trust at all even a little. This one is quite obviously intended to be a bit of a parody of the usual “hypnotist gains immense power over someone very quickly” concept, with a bit of silliness about padded resumes thrown in because I thought it would be funny. You need have no fear that anyone might do this to you.

And that’s five more stories out of the way! We’re getting close to the halfway mark, but of course that’s a bit misleading because not all of my stories use hypnosis as their form of mind control. Still, I’m sure we’ll get there eventually, right?

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “You Can’t Look Away”!

August 14, 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–“Black Reign”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “You Can’t Look Away” (MC MF FD)!

Louis has agreed to help Tommi with a little experiment. It involves a spiral, and a comfortable chair, and hypnosis. Louis agreed because he has a crush on Tommi, but it never occurred to him that she might feel the same way. And that she might have decided to do something about it. Here’s a taste:

It wasn’t a suggestion. It couldn’t have been a suggestion, because Louis wasn’t hypnotized yet. Louis knew he wasn’t hypnotized yet, because his eyes were still open and he was still paying attention to every word Tommi said. He was sure he was paying attention to Tommi’s words, because Tommi just told him to keep staring at the spiral and following the lines around and down, deeper and deeper, and Louis remembered hearing it so he knew that he was still awake. So it couldn’t have been a suggestion, at least not a hypnotic one. Tommi was just reminding him to pay close attention to the spiral and not to let himself get distracted. By Tommi, probably.

Just thinking about Tommi almost made Louis glance over at her, but then he remembered that he was supposed to keep looking at the spiral and following the lines. He couldn’t help picturing her in his mind, though. Those warm, soulful brown eyes, so deep and dark that Louis couldn’t always tell where the iris ended and the pupils began. The adorable, pixie-cut brown hair that seemed to invite tousling and petting. That bright, dimpled smile set in that adorably pale face that always lit up the room whenever she grinned. She was probably smiling right now–he could hear it in her voice as she said, “That’s it, Louis. Just let the slow, twisting pull capture your gaze, pulling all your thoughts down to the heart of the spiral for me.”

Louis didn’t really know if it was working–his only real knowledge of hypnosis came from late-night channel surfing, cheesy old television shows and black-and-white movies left on as background noise during marathon cram sessions. They always featured pretty young women trailing off into silence as they gazed into flashing lights or spinning hypno-discs, becoming blank and empty and ready to be programmed to rob banks or poison Magnum, PI or something. Louis didn’t feel blank at all. He felt very aware of his body, acutely conscious of Tommi’s presence in the room. But he watched the spiral anyway.

Hope you enjoy it!

Batman’s Advice to the Aspiring Writers of Tomorrow

August 11, 2019

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Batman’s not a writer, of course. Not that we know of, at least – maybe he has a Bat-Pen and a pad of waterproof Bat-Paper and he jots down poetry on patrol when he’s not beating up criminals or posing dramatically against sheets of lightning. (“The night wind blows cold/upon the streets of Gotham/Hang on, time to punch.”) But there’s one really great bit of advice you can get from this fictional vigilante, and it comes from the otherwise maligned “Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice”. (Don’t worry, you don’t even need to watch the whole movie. It’s in the trailer.)

Batman asks Superman, “Do you bleed?” It’s a question every writer should ask themselves.

Because one of the traps that I think it’s easy for any writer to fall into, especially younger writers who may not have had much life experience (but who are of course still over majority age in their community because this is a blog for adults only) is glibness. When you’ve got a lot of talent, there’s a belief that you can coast over any insincerity or shallowness in your characterization with clever wordplay or an exciting plot, that people won’t notice that your people are stereotypes and caricatures because you’ve just written that story so well.

This is wrong. The audience always knows. It comes across in a hundred tiny ways – dialogue that doesn’t sound like a real human being would say it, decisions that seem illogical or nonsensical, ideas that seem patently unoriginal because they’re nothing more than a hollow echo of real feelings. (Roger Ebert had a nose for this shit – he could always tell when a screenwriter was reflecting what they’d seen in other movies instead of what they felt themselves.) No matter how much talent you have and how much practice you put into your craft, there is never any substitute for putting real feelings onto the page.

Now, this doesn’t mean that you can never write anything except for your own, specific lived experiences. We’re not all going to write memoirs for the rest of time. But it does mean that when you write a scene, you have to find the passions and emotions within your own lived experience that reflect that. Writing a scene about a surgeon undergoing a dressing-down at a malpractice hearing? You need to know your medical terminology, sure, but you also need to dig down to that fourth-grade self who fucked up a word at a spelling bee and stood in front of a room of laughing kids. Describing two young lovers meeting for a night of passion? It’s not going to feel real unless you can touch base with that light-headed thrill of anticipation you felt when you first saw the person who makes your heart pound.

This kind of projected empathy, being able to find your emotions and isolate the elements that go into them and recombine them into descriptions of events you can feel without experiencing… it’s a skill. It’s a mental muscle, one that’s every bit as important to hone as your vocabulary or your sentence structure or your organization of plot and setting. You need to be able to convey to someone what it’s like to be a half-elf living among humans, and you can’t do that until you understand who that character is. We all have experiences of ostracization. We all have times we’ve been hurt, we’ve been happy, we’ve been sad, we’ve been guilty. You need to be able to prick your metaphorical finger, let that feeling well up, and then let it bleed onto the page.

And once you do it, I don’t think it’s just your writing that improves. If you’re white and putting a Black character in one of your stories, and you don’t just research the historical experience of prejudice and oppression but really try to empathize with what it must be like to live like that, you will be more sympathetic and caring when you encounter those situations in your life. If you’re writing about someone whose lived experiences don’t match your own, but who you’ve made that mental and emotional connection to, you will feel more of the commonality of human existence. Empathy is good, full stop.

At the end of the day, people are going to love your work more if you’re an unconventionally-talented writer who pours out real feelings onto the page than if you’re a glib, quick-witted writer with no emotion behind their work. Hemingway didn’t use fancy prose. e e cummings didn’t even bother with capitalization. But they wrote powerful things, because they bled on the page. It’s not always easy, and it’s not always fun. But if you want to be a good writer, sometimes you have to open your veins up a little for the audience.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Keys to My Heart”!

August 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–“Girl Talk”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Keys to My Heart” (MC MF MD)!

Tabby’s got a new temp assignment, helping take dictation for an author who’s recently injured his arm. Unfortunately, the agency didn’t tell her exactly what this particular author wrote. She’s open minded, but is that really an asset when she’s taking down the words of a specialist in hypnokinky erotica? Here’s a taste:

Tabby couldn’t help snorting with laughter. The little novelty lamp looked like it came straight out of a bad 80s movie, with green and red and blue and purple lights shifting and shimmering under the white plastic. Tabby could easily imagine some guy with a fake beard and cheesy wizard robes staring at it, pretending he was divining the mystic secrets of the universe. “Got it. So lights on means dictating, lights off means talking. Right?”

“Exactly,” Mr. Hong nodded, before realizing he hadn’t switched the lamp off. “Um, exactly,” he repeated after hitting the button on the remote control again. “Don’t type that bit, we haven’t started yet. Oh, um, speaking of…” He pursed his lips for a moment, a slight blush forming beneath his tan cheeks. “Did anyone tell you, um… what I write?”

Tabby furrowed her brow in confusion, looking back and forth between Mr. Hong and the computer screen. “No?” she replied, bewilderment turning her answer into a question. “Why, is it… like, some kind of gory horror novels or something?” She wouldn’t really mind if it was–Tabby had a weakness for cheesy old horror paperbacks from the 80s, the kind with the foil covers and the cut-out windows that you had to scour old bookstores to find. But something was embarrassing the hell out of Mr. Hong, and nobody got that shy about writing unless it was horror or porn.

“It’s porn,” Mr. Hong said. “I write specialized fetish erotica and publish online. I’m very sorry, I thought the agency told you… I told them, make sure whoever it is has an open mind, don’t send me some little old lady who gets all mad if I say the word ‘fuck’, she’ll probably jump right out the window and I can’t afford to pay her medical bills, but…” He sighed. “If it bothers you, go ahead and go. I’ll tell the temp agency they fucked up.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for July 2019

August 7, 2019

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Yes, that’s right! It’s another installment of Liner Notes! This is, of course, my monthly look back at the stories I wrote and a brief discussion of how they came to be. We’ve got plenty of stories to look at and it’s very late as I write this, so let’s get going, shall we?


X-Static Process: I may have mentioned, on more than one occasion, that I have a strong interest in characters whose physical eyes are altered by the mind control process. And it also bears mentioning that there’s a Tumblr gif that passes by every so often featuring a close up of a person’s face, but with static where the eyes should be. So when I saw the title “X-Static Process”, I kind of connected it together into a story about someone’s eyes slowly dissolving into pits of blank static. Since this didn’t seem like a light, fluffy, happy kind of story, I figured I’d lean into the creepiness and make it an involuntary transformation.

Because I wanted it to be very creepy, I deliberately kept it detail-light on the means and method of the transformation. I’d read a book called ‘Shock Value’ by Jason Zinoman where he discussed the way that much of the impact of the big horror movies of the late 70s and early 80s came from the inexplicable nature of what the protagonists experienced – Michael Myers was an implacable, unknowable figure that struck seemingly without motive, a menace diminished more and more with every explanation of his past. So I wanted to convey that sense of being gradually taken over by something the protagonist couldn’t explain, couldn’t defeat… only succumb to.

He Broke Your Memory Last Night: If you liked this one, you have Thrallflower to thank for it. I was really having a bad creative day when I saw this title, and I specifically singled it out to her as an example of how clearly disengaged my writerly brain must be – it was clearly the perfect title for a mind control story, and I couldn’t come up with anything for it at all. And she said something like, “I see what you mean! That’s a perfect title for a story! Like, maybe something about a woman meeting up the next day with the people who brainwashed her?”

And suddenly I was all, “Oh, yeah, and she doesn’t realize it, but she’s responding to a post-hypnotic suggestion! And they even tell her what’s happening to her, but she doesn’t believe them because she’s been hypnotized not to, and she starts getting horny and blank because the post-hypnotic suggestions are chipping away at her willpower, and…” And within minutes, I’d started typing. So this one really was sparked by someone else’s seed of an idea. (And yes, I thanked her profusely for the help.)

Making Love to the Camera: This one was just me seeing the title and hitting on a few of my hot buttons until they got stuck. I’ve had a thing for the whole “webcam light as trigger” concept pretty much since webcams existed, even though I’ve only played with the idea in the entirely safe realm of fiction and fantasy; this was an attempt to create a slightly more realistic, grounded take on the idea. I’ve also been more interested in the idea of intelligence play ever since I finally internalized the notion that it didn’t have to be linked to humiliation, so the story very quickly developed into someone having a bubbly, silly persona that came out when she was triggered by her webcam, causing her to masturbate for her audience.

And if you’ve got an audience, then obviously the most interesting development would be an audience she wasn’t expecting, hence the friend of the Master popping into the picture. And since I wanted the story to remain light, sweet, and entirely consensual, I was careful to make it clear that this was a fantasy that Tamara/Tammi had previously discussed and enthusiastically consented to should the right situation come up to fulfill it. I like being able to do consensual, loving mind control stories; I certainly don’t think that nobody else is doing them, but I’m very glad I can give someone who might want to experience this kink outside the realm of fiction a reason to believe that they can do so safely and consensually.

Adaptation: And this one was another Patron request, specifically for a story featuring femdom, a Columbian woman as the Domme, and an impregnation fetish. That kind of suggested doing a story about a woman who hypnotizes a man into marrying her for a green card, but I didn’t like that idea because it seemed like it was treating the female protagonist as nothing more than her nationality, which I didn’t love. I set the basic concept aside for a while, but when I saw this title and my mind drifted through to evolutionary adaptation, X-Men style (no, this is not really how evolution works, although most of the potted history of Darwin and Lamarck and Gould and Eldredge is reasonably accurate) I decided that she was going to be a mutant who wanted to have superpowered mind controlling babies that would advance the human species by brainwashing all the sexist men into obedience. Because honestly, it does seem like it would fix more problems than it caused.

And that’s July in the books – I’m still catching up a bit on these posts, so I’ll try to do more than usual this week, but it’ll still be September before another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “All 4 U”!

August 1, 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–“Warm Fuzzy Feeling”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “All 4 U” (MC FF MD FD)!

This is it. The final battle between 4U and the MKPerfect Corporation. But 4U and her Master have an ace up their sleeve… even if 4U doesn’t exactly know who it is yet. Here’s a taste:

It’s not that I don’t have a Master. I can feel the perfect, glorious, inexpressible beauty of obedience pulsing away in the back of my mind. I don’t know anything that’s happened to me more than five minutes ago, I don’t know how I got here or why I’m doing what I’m doing or where my Master is or what her name is or anything about her, but I know I’m Service Unit 4U and I have a Master. And she’s commanded me to go to the Vandenberg Room, along with maybe a dozen other slaves. I’m glad it’s a big conference room. It’s going to be very crowded.

The more I think about it, the more I notice tiny discrepancies between the way I think and the way that I know a service unit is supposed to think. I don’t know how I know how a service unit is supposed to think; all of my personal memories seem to be walled off save for the last few minutes. I have no experiences to draw on. But I can understand an entire wealth of information about the MKPerfect Corporation and its structures and policies and procedures, and the more I think about them, the more I realize I’m not following the same rules a slave should follow. It’s like I’m some sort of parallel-universe version of myself. An off-brand me.

No. Not off-brand. Off-network. As soon as I hypothesize it, I recognize it to be true. I’m Unit 4U, I’m a service unit like all the others, but the control network that gives me my instructions isn’t the same as the main system. It’s got a slightly different set of command pathways, leading back to a different operator and a different Master. The parameters of my obedience are slightly disrupted as a result, because even though I’m following the same core directives, I’m following them on behalf of someone who apparently doesn’t give a fuck whether I know about MKPerfect. My loyalties have been reassigned.

Hope you enjoy it!