Archive for August 21st, 2019

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!