Archive for January, 2020

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Plain Gold Ring”!

January 31, 2020

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–“You Can’t Look Away”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Plain Gold Ring” (MC MD MF)!

After what feels like a lifetime of fantasies, Rosita has finally met someone who can actually hypnotize her the way she’s always dreamed about! She’s hoping he won’t find out that she doesn’t think about it the same way that most people do… or maybe she’s hoping he very much will. Here’s a taste:

It had taken her the better part of that month to find a way to casually bring up that yes, she’d be interested in giving him the chance to hypnotize her someday when he had a little bit of free time, just to see what it was like, no big deal, don’t worry about it if it’s not convenient, no, not at the student union, maybe somewhere more private? All without letting her voice crack, all without anyone else hearing about it so that they didn’t wonder why Rosita wanted to spend a little time with Mateo off-campus at his apartment watching a pocket watch or a pendant or his pretty brown eyes or ohhhhh fuck she was so turned on right now.

It didn’t help that Mateo was cute as hell on top of everything. He had the most amazing eyes–of course Rosita was going to notice that first–but he also had the most gorgeous long, raven-dark hair, kept pulled back into a ponytail that looked so soft and lustrous that Rosita couldn’t stop wanting to tangle her light brown fingers through it. And he had a cute, round face with adorably chubby russet colored cheeks that dimpled every time he smiled. Including right now. God, he looked so confident. Rosita felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of goo right there on his couch.

“So do you think you’re ready to get started?” Rosita asked, trying to keep her voice light and nonchalant. “If you’re not, that’s cool, we can just, y’know… hang out and stuff, but I thought maybe we could. Um. Get started,” she finished sheepishly. She felt like she had the words ‘HYPNOSIS MAKES ME CREAM MY PANTIES’ tattooed on her forehead or something, and she couldn’t imagine that Mateo didn’t notice her excitement.

Hope you enjoy it!

From the Files of Awkwardness…

January 28, 2020

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Every once in a while, it can be a little bit, um… awkward, being a hypnofetishist. Because while we love the idea of being brainwashed, hypnotized, drugged, and controlled, it’s generally seen as undesirable to the general public for some reason. Now, I’m not talking about actual nonconsensual brainwashing and indoctrination of unwilling individuals, which we can all agree is legitimately terrible and creepy and not at all something we want to see anyone go through. I’m talking about fictional stories that present mind control as… well, as terrible and creepy and not at all something we want to see anyone go through. And of course we’re going, “Yeah, yes, absolutely, that certainly sounds dreadful!”, but there’s this little tiny treacherous part of us that’s thinking, “BUT….”

I mention this because last week’s episode of “The Good Place” is a classic example of this awkward little problem. I’ll put in a spoiler tag, for those who haven’t yet watched the series (and if you’re not watching it, you’re missing something amazing….)

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Charmed 2020 Thoughts

January 26, 2020

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This time last week I was at a hotel in Maryland, joining hundreds of others in the wonderfulness that is Charmed. As always, I have a few thoughts, in no particular order, respecting the privacy of others because I can only tell my stories. Let’s talk about it, shall we?

1) Charmed continues to get bigger. So does the hypnokink community. One of the things that struck me was that back at those early, early NEEHU events, it was remarkably easy to recognize pretty much everyone there, either by sight or on seeing their badge name. The hypnosis community was small, most of them were either local to New England (where some of the early erotic hypnosis meetup groups formed) or had an online presence in the very few places you could go to talk about this stuff, and it wasn’t hard to know everyone.

This is so, so not true anymore. (And I mean that in a good way.) There is a thriving, growing group of people who are learning from each other and having amazing experiences, and many of them came to hypnokink through routes I don’t even know and they don’t know me either. That makes me really happy. Not because I love being obscure or anything, but because it’s nice to see the pond getting bigger and bigger every year with room for more and more fish.

2) Charmed is doing inclusivity right. Don’t get me wrong, there are still enough bearded white dudes of a certain age that I joked about introducing myself on Discord as “that white dude with the beard – no, not that one”. But it turned out that someone else had already made that joke, introducing herself as “that tall trans woman – no, not that one”. This is a space that’s become incredibly welcoming for trans women, trans men, non-binary people, people who aren’t white, and a ton of folks who just generally don’t fit the “white straight bearded guy who is a top and white bisexual woman who is a bottom” mold that hypnokink seemed to attract twenty years ago. I heard several people express the sentiment that this was one of the few places they could go to be who they were, and that warmed my heart to no end.

3) The reasons I’m going to Charmed are changing. As recently as last year, I felt like I was really going for the classes. I went to polish my skills, to get new ideas, to learn how to do stuff I didn’t know how to do already. That was… less true this year. I did attend a few classes, but I mostly went to see presenters who I knew gave entertaining and interesting talks rather than ones who were discussing a topic I wanted to know more about. And even then, I wasn’t getting ‘new ideas’ or ‘polishing skills’, I was having fun watching demos and reminiscing about enjoyable experiences I’ve had. I don’t want to make it sound like I’ve reached some plateau where I no longer need to learn, but I am at a point where going to spend time with the people I know and don’t get to hang out with nearly enough is more important than attending another class on cool hypnosis tricks.

4) I’m already looking forward to 2021. Nuff said.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “The Abduction of Margaret”! (MC FF MA)

January 23, 2020

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–“Keys to My Heart”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “The Abduction of Margaret” (MC FF MA)!

The last thing Margaret remembers was her tour bus breaking down, and the replacement car filling with thick, soporific gas. Now she’s the subject in a twisted experiment to see if the human will can be truly, irrevocably broken. Will she find a way to resist? Or does all resistance, ultimately, have its limits? Here’s a taste:

Margaret had just started to panic when the lights came on. She blinked, the harsh fluorescent bulbs stinging her completely unprepared eyes, and for a moment all she could see was white. Then she realized that there was nothing else to see–every surface was coated with that same padded vinyl, except for the far wall which looked like it was a floor-to-ceiling television screen displaying a solid white picture. She staggered over to it and pounded on it with her fists, not from any plan but simply because it looked like the only thing she might possibly be able to break, but the plastic window in front of it simply absorbed her blows with only a slight wobble. She hit it again anyway.

Then she heard the voice. “Maggie,” it said, in clipped Continental English, “if you can’t behave, we’ll have to put you back into the dark again.” It was a woman’s voice, calm and throaty and infinitely patient, but there was a determination behind it that made Margaret slowly lower her hands to her sides. Something told her this woman didn’t make any kind of idle threat. And now that she could see the entire room, Margaret realized there was no visible door anywhere in the small structure. A toilet in the corner, a recessed slot directly opposite the bed… but no way out. At all.

The woman’s voice softened a little. “That’s better,” she said. “Maggie, you’ll soon learn that there are certain privileges to your existence here. Light is a privilege. Freedom of movement is a privilege. Communication with the outside is a privilege. The better you behave, the more privileges you’ll be given. The worse you behave…” The woman paused before adding sympathetically, “Let’s just say that you don’t want to find out how many privileges you have right now, Maggie.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “You’re My Temptation”!

January 16, 2020

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–“All 4 U”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “You’re My Temptation” (MC)!

Sometimes, it’s very hard for a hypnotist to resist temptation. If you could peek into the mind of the hypnotists you know, I’m not saying they’d all sound like this. But some of them might. Here’s a taste:

I know that I shouldn’t. And I wouldn’t, either. No, I don’t mean ‘wouldn’t, I mean ‘won’t’. I might notice you staring at your textbook, your eyes riveted to the page, your expression so beautifully blank and open as you follow the words automatically and let any distractions fade into the background to be captured by your unconscious mind. I might think about all the ways that being so focused and relaxed makes you seem deliciously vulnerable. I might even let myself daydream a little, just giving in to a harmless fantasy about you that I’d never admit because it would never go anywhere but the privacy of my own head. Because I wouldn’t. I mean… I won’t.

But I could.

It’s a treacherous word, that ‘could’. It whispers to me every time I look over at you, every time I see your lush, full lips slightly parted in absent-minded concentration, your muscles relaxing as you focus all your attention on your notes. It pries at the cracks and corners of my willpower, reminding me how beautiful you look right now splayed out on the floor, your long, bare legs looking so soft and smooth in the afternoon sun. It whispers suggestions to me, suggestions that I daren’t listen to. I’m smart, but the voice of my temptations is every bit as smart as I am. I know that if I only let it, it would find all sorts of reasons why it’s not wrong at all to simply talk to you. That’s what we’re here for, right? To talk?

Hope you enjoy it!

My Favorite Things: Hypnotic Rick-Rolls

January 12, 2020

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Before we begin: No, I am not talking about actually using the “Never Gonna Give You Up” video as a trance trigger. If nothing else, this isn’t necessarily the safest thing to do, because you never know when someone might send it through some worksafe means at the office by accident, and the last thing you want is your sub suddenly dropping to an April Fool’s prank. Funny though it might be in principle.

What I’m talking about instead is that extremely hot trope of tricking the victim in mind control erotica into actively trancing themselves, through a trigger they don’t remember but one that they have to deliberately participate in to get it to go off. Perhaps it’s a verbal trigger that they have to say themselves, and the hypnotist steers the conversation to a point where they wind up saying it and dropping. Perhaps it’s a visual trigger, and the victim is conditioned to seek it out without consciously realizing that’s what they’re doing, only to recognize just as it goes off that they’ve just done exactly what they’re told.

Often, part of the fun is that the victim in question knows that they’re susceptible to hypnosis and post-hypnotic triggers, and even suspects that there’s some sort of “trap” laid in wait for them by the playful/sadistic hypnotist… but never the exact trigger that they walk right into, because that’s the one they’ve been brainwashed not to notice. It’s very much like the Rick-Roll in that respect; everyone knows that if you click on a strange link provided to you by your prankster friend, it’s going to take you to “Never Gonna Give You Up”, but the timing and spacing of the gag is always such that you’ve just managed to forget that they did it to you last time when they do it to you again.

Even though this is a favorite of mine, I don’t really have that many stories that use it, oddly enough. I’ve got a few  – this one, this one, and this one are three of my favorites. I hope they bring you as much enjoyment as they do me, and I’ll see you next week for another blog post!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Dream Girl”!

January 10, 2020

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–“That Song in My Head”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Dream Girl” (MC FF RB)!

It’s been some time since we’ve seen Charity, the woman who wanted a very different kind of Girl(tm) and was willing to negotiate directly with the Girls to get it. So how is life with her hypnotic serpent robot? Well, it’s a dream come true… even if she does forget the “come true” part sometimes. Here’s a taste:

Charity was having her favorite dream again.

She dreamed she had been wide awake just moments ago, curled up on the couch in the coils of her very special serpent Girl(tm), Nagaina, watching silly horror movies and eating popcorn. And somewhere mid-giggle, Nagaina gently took Charity’s chin in her hand and said, “I think you want to be hypnotized right now.”

And suddenly, the center of Nagaina’s impossibly deep blue eyes blossomed into an expanding circle of yellow that pushed the blue out to the corners of the screens set into her olive green plastic skin. And then a ring of lavender filled the yellow, and then an emerald circle inside that, and then the blue returned from inside the emerald, over and over until Charity felt like she was falling into them. As if from an immense distance, she heard herself saying, “Yes, I do want to be hypnotized right now,” in a vacant monotone that gave no hint that she even understood what the words meant anymore.

That wasn’t always the way the dream began, of course. Sometimes she was coming home from work, closing the door behind her on a long and exhausting day when Nagaina slithered up to greet her with that perfect, mesmerizing stare. Sometimes she was doing laundry, sorting lights from darks and setting aside her delicates when she felt Nagaina’s coils wrap around her from behind and pin her body into deliciously helpless immobility before capturing Charity’s mind with an irresistible hypnotic gaze. Sometimes Charity was just lying in bed on a lazy Sunday morning, opening her eyes to find Nagaina already waiting for her with a seductive smile and an infinite tunnel of mind-numbing bliss.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for December 2019

January 5, 2020

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Now that we’ve been through the thirty days of hypnosis (spoiler alert, I became a vampire at the end) let’s take a look back at the last month of 2019, and the stories I posted. Shall we begin?

Xhalation: At one point on my peripatetic wanderings through Wikipedia, I found out that Prince did an entire instrumental album called ‘Xpectation’, with song titles that were all “Xhalation”, “Xcogitate”, “Xemplify”, et cetera. It caught my attention in much the same way that all the different “4 U” titles did back when I first wrote “I’m a Slave 4 U”, and it struck me that I could do a similar set of linked stories that progressed an overall story arc. (It probably didn’t hurt that I had the idea just as I was wrapping up the 4U series.)

So I started roughly sketching out the idea for a series about a new drug, X, which causes mental and physical transformations in its users and which is more than just a mere chemical, and I knew it would start with someone who didn’t know about the drug being dosed against their will and finding out the hard way that the most basic and fundamental effect is a deadening of the mind and a susceptibility to suggestions. There’s more to it than that (I’ve finished all the way up to “Xpectation” now, so I have a decent idea of where all this is going) but that’s where the kernel of inspiration for this story came from.

Oh, and for obvious reasons, different stories will have different narrators. Don’t get too attached to anyone.

Unaffected: I may have mentioned in the past that one of my hot buttons is the idea of someone following a hypnotic suggestion without noticing, or doing something they think is perfectly normal and reasonable because their deep self has convinced them to believe it is even though it’s actually really sexual or kinky. When I saw this song title, I pretty much instantly knew it was going to make heavy use of that trope, and it didn’t take long to dial in on a setting where “holy crap, everyone is acting strange but me” would make sense.

I’m Coming 4 U: We’re getting pretty close to the endgame here, and as such I had a pretty good idea of what this story needed to do before I even sat down with it. It needed to free Haley from her programming, because both Haley and 4U needed to grow as characters and 4U is, ultimately, limited and constrained by her programming in ways that the previous story (“This Is Just 4 U”) made clear. It needed to show the day she was first brainwashed and enslaved, because I’d made multiple references to that as something that even 4U was forbidden from knowing about herself and one of the first rules of drama is “you only say something is forbidden if you intend to have the characters do it anyway”. (This is known as the “You must not go to Z’ha’dum” rule.)

It needed to show that even with her free will restored, Haley is still not entirely herself – Delia has clearly stacked the deck by implanting suggestions to keep the restored personality adoring and subservient to her, personally. Because there’s a noir sensibility to this whole story, and I think a key element of noir is the way that compulsive and doomed attraction fucks people over into making bad decisions. And it needed to set up one key plot point for the next story, which hopefully it did subtly enough that nobody spotted it but everyone will go back after reading the next one and say, “Oh, yeah!” Which is always gratifying.

There is only one more 4U story. That feels weird to type, even though it was written months ago. I’m hoping people will like the way it all wraps up.

Pink Cloud: When I returned from Charmed last year, I took away a lot of good stuff. One thing was that intelligence reduction play (what is sometimes called “bimbification play”) can be performed consensually, lovingly, and without humiliating one’s partner. Another is that it’s almost never shown that way in fiction – most of the time, the woman’s mind is reduced to vapidity against her will and permanently. And yet another was that the act of negotiation, while common and expected in real kink, is almost never shown in fiction. I decided I wanted to do a story that gave those consensual intelligence reduction fans what they wanted, a full scene from negotiation to aftercare that was really hot and sexy and showed that you didn’t have to skip steps to be hot and sexy. I wanted it to model good practices and be fucking scorching.

I’ll be honest – I don’t do it more often because that’s a lot of words to write. This wound up being two to three times the length of one of my usual stories, and I remember being pretty exhausted when I hit what was normally the finish line for my work and realized that I hadn’t even started the induction yet. But I’m really proud of the result, I got some really good feedback (including at least one WOC who was glad to see herself represented) and I think it was worth doing even if I’ll probably start most of my consensual hypno stories in medias res at the hypnosis part and just mention somewhere that enthusiastic consent was obtained.

And that’s January in the books! See you next week with another blog post, and next month with another Liner Notes!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Mindless Self-Indulgence”!

January 1, 2020

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–“Middle of the Night”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Mindless Self-Indulgence” (MC MF MD)!

Bianca’s decided that maybe it’s time to tell Malcolm that she needs to scale back on her D/s play with him. As hot as it is to masturbate and play his ‘brainwashing files’ and imagine that she’s losing her ability to say no to him, she’s beginning to feel like it’s all getting a little bit too real. But what she doesn’t know, and what she’s about to find out, is that she’s absolutely right. Here’s a taste:

“Your fingers are drawing you back, Bianca,” Malcolm says. The words are casual, dropped into the middle of a conversation that’s already teetering on the edge of argument, but he knows exactly what it does to me to hear them. And I know too. My hand twitches reflexively, the words tickling an impulse at the back of my brain that promises to end all my frustrations and consternations in a slow, sweet descent into mindless bliss.

But I know all too well what happens when I give in and indulge that urge. It’s why I don’t have any panties on underneath my short skirt, why I’m wearing a bra that lets my stiff, puffy nipples show beneath the sheer top with the plunging neckline that exposes far too much of my lush, pale cleavage. Once I allow my fingers to dip down between my thighs and find my eager cunt… and it is eager, I can feel it beginning to surge already with liquid heat… it’s all too easy to drift away into that timeless pleasure. Too easy to stop thinking about anything except prolonging the warm, wonderful sensation, finding just the right place to rub to keep me wet and needy and blissfully aroused while Malcolm–

I realize that I’ve been standing there for almost thirty seconds, staring at his deceptively innocent expression with my lips parted and my fingers curling and uncurling without any conscious intention on my part. I blink heavily, knowing that he’s drinking in the sight with his deep brown eyes, and stammer out, “N-no. No, I, they’re not, Mal. You, you need to stop doing that, I’m trying to have a serious, a serious conversation here.” My words stumble over themselves, tripping on their way out of my mouth on the mental image of my labia already glistening with the evidence of my arousal. If I were to part my legs just a little, bend or sit or shift position just a tiny bit, the skirt would ride up and Malcolm would see…

Hope you enjoy it!