Archive for February, 2020

I Can’t Stay Silent Any Longer

February 29, 2020

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I feel pretty confident that I’m going to feel guilty about posting this later – I don’t generally like posting something that’s purely negative, especially something about people in the hypnokink community (this doesn’t name any names, but there are going to be some people who feel personally attacked by this one). I’m trying to tell myself that I’m only giving constructive criticism, and that I’m only expressing the feelings of many who have suffered too long, but… yeah, I’m going to regret this. But I don’t care. It’s gotta be said.









I cannot fucking tell you how many times I’ve stumbled on a hypnotic induction on Tumblr or BDSMlr or just on MCStories and been utterly unable to even get far enough into it to be affected by it even if I wanted to, simply because the whole thing is a three-screen long wall of repetitive text and I lost my place three times before I started even feeling fuzzy. Like, I am 100% fully aware that there’s a lot of debate about whether it’s a good idea to post a public induction like that, and what kind of warnings and disclaimers need to be in place and what sorts of suggestions are kosher, but trust me – for a lot of hypnotists it doesn’t matter, because what you’ve posted is unreadable, not irresistible.

And this shouldn’t even be hard! Hypnosis is as much about rhythm and cadence as it is about specific language; the pace of the pauses should pretty much suggest itself to anyone writing a halfway decent text induction. And yet time and time again, I see people who’ve decided to represent those pauses with ellipses or sentence breaks or something, leaving their actual text as a solid column with nowhere for the eyes to mark your place. I don’t know if they’re thinking that the subject will have to keep reading if they don’t have a visual stop, but it causes the opposite effect. When your eyes do stop, they don’t know where to start again from.

And it’s even worse than it sounds, honestly, because the same people who write long inductions without any line breaks also tend to use very repetitive and self-similar language. Which… look, we all know that you can construct a perfectly viable hypnotic induction for a subject who understands how to go under just by repeating the word “Deeper,” but if your 1,000 word long text induction uses the word “sleepy” 372 times and doesn’t have any paragraphs, I’m probably going to wind up reading from the wrong one the second my eyes get tired. And you, as a sinister hypnotist, want people to be thinking, “I am falling into your power,” not, “Wait… did I read this bit already?” Make it easy for me to be lulled along by your words, not fucking impossible.

I’ll admit, it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to be drawn into a trance by a random text induction I’ve read online. Lady Ru’etha has spoiled me for pretty much any other hypnotist, and I don’t mind admitting it. But I have a certain degree of offended professional pride, here, regardless of ethical considerations or personal desire. Please. Paragraph breaks. Every single goddamn time, okay?


Early Bird Sneak Peek: “One More Try”!

February 26, 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–“Joy of a Toy”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “One More Try” (MC MF MD)!

Kiara’s back outside Paul’s door again. She’s hoping, praying that this time the stage hypnotist who puts people under so effortlessly in front of applauding crowds can help to give her the erotic experience she secretly craves. But Paul doesn’t seem interested in making another effort, not when he hasn’t been able to get her to drop during any of his previous attempts. Can she convince him to try again? And will it finally work this time? Here’s a taste:

Paul leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, exposing the pale flesh under his robe carelessly to Kiara’s gaze. “Why do you even want to be hypnotized so badly, anyway?” he asked, his voice softening a little into honest bewilderment. “I mean, you’ve come to see my show every night for a week now. You’ve spent hours watching the watch, listening to the inductions, and none of it’s worked, right? So why keep trying? Why not just look for something else to do with your evenings?”

“I…” Kiara was suddenly, desperately grateful for her dark skin. It hid the hot, prickling blush that crept up her cheeks when she tried to describe the way she felt that first night she came to the Paul Dallas Erotic Hypnosis Extravaganza, dragged to the show by a friend who wound up on stage herself after ‘failing’ the suggestibility test. Kiara remembered watching Dashawna’s face with an aching sense of envy as it slackened into blank, fascinated bliss under Paul’s confident instruction. As soon as she saw it, Kiara wished it could be her up there, smiling vacantly and nodding with soft, compliant joy at every word.

She dreamed about it later that night. In the dream it was her arm floating higher and higher instead of Dashawna’s, her drifting hand that Paul picked out of the crowd to join him up on stage. It was Kiara who sank into deep, obedient trance for him, her vacant mind accepting every word and following his instructions to the delight of the crowd. Kiara dreamed about experiencing spontaneous orgasms, about having her hands stuck to her breasts, about Dashawna hooting and whistling as she watched Kiara get wetter and more aroused every time Paul snapped his fingers. And at the end of the dream, Paul leaned in and whispered softly into her ears…

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Gettin’ Dumb”!

February 19, 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–“Obsession Is Such an Ugly Word”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Gettin’ Dumb” (MC MF MD)!

Becky’s got a serious medical condition. She doesn’t remember what it is, because it affects her memory. She doesn’t really understand it, because it affects her intelligence. But luckily she’s found herself back at the doctor’s office again, and Doctor Gupta is there to make sure that she gets treated in exactly the way she deserves. Here’s a taste:

“And the other symptoms?” Doctor Gupta asked, his gaze radiating sincerity and concern. He had the most wonderful dark brown eyes, Becky thought absently, the notion bubbling up into her brain without any real prompting on her part. It was one of the first things she noticed about him, back when she first came to see him. She remembered thinking that it would be very easy to lose herself in eyes like that, to simply stare into the bottomless depths of his wide black pupils and let go of all her troubles. It was a good quality for a… in a… for, um… um…

The bubble burst in her head. Becky let it pop. “I’m sorry,” she said, her expression firming into blank, bewildered politeness. Her hand slid away from the back of her neck to brush gently along her cheek in confusion. “I… what other symptoms were we talking about?” She furrowed her brow, trying to clear the thick fog that seemed to fill her head long enough to figure out why she had such a thick fog filling her head. Becky didn’t think of herself as scatterbrained or stupid, at least not usually, but somehow her brain didn’t seem to want to work right now. Every thought took a frankly terrifying amount of effort to push through her sluggish, groggy mind.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Germ of an Idea

February 16, 2020

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I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now (and by “a while now”, I mean I was talking about it with one of my partners back in 2017) that I simply haven’t had the mental bandwidth to develop the way I want to. So I’m going to put it out there now, and if someone wants to make a wiki page or an open Google Doc for it or something that lets people crowdsource it out, that’s cool. I’ll outline the basic idea here, and even if no one develops it, I think folks will enjoy that part.

The idea came out of a conversation we had about all the ways that D&D is 100% a gateway to erotic mind control fetishes. There are spells like ‘Charm Person’ and ‘Dancing Lights’, there are succubi and mind flayers, there are magical items that change your personality… it’s a rich fucking tapestry, is what I’m getting at here. And what with all these kinky adults who came up through the ranks rolling their twenty-siders and making Wisdom saves, I thought that you could probably get together a whole group of them to run a one-shot campaign at a kink con.

And the idea I had is that everyone makes a normal character, who is an adventurer trying to save the world from an evil wizard who wants to enslave the minds of all the civilized races with their dark, seductive, corrupting magical powers… and then they make a second character sheet, with stats like “Malleability” and “Arousal” and “Submission”, that represents their character’s deep-down desire to be controlled and obedient. And obviously, the players would try super hard to play in character and resist the wizard’s sinister schemes… but they’d also have to try to do it in a way that fit what their second character sheet was telling them.

So if you were a paladin, lost in the wizard’s maze (which had been stocked with all sorts of mind controlling monsters that served the wizard and brought him their victims) you’d naturally want to fight the seductive succubus, because that’s what your lawful good character wanted to do! But you’d simply make an overconfident charge into her lair, because your character has a high Arousal stat on their second character sheet and deep down you’re trying to get seduced.

And the second set of stats would give game bonuses and penalties, things like imposing disadvantage on Wisdom saves or lowering initiative scores, and it would basically weaken your characters progressively as the game went on (because the second character sheet could “level up” by failing saves or obeying commands) until by the end of the game, everyone was a brainwashed slave of the evil wizard, eager to help him control the fantasy world.

It seems like a fun way to pass the time at a kink con (and maybe in a regular gaming group, if they all knew about the kinky aspects). And even if I don’t have time to write up a scenario myself, if this inspires even one person to run a “heroes lose and losing never felt so good” game, I feel like my work is done.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Just Too Tired to Fight It”!

February 12, 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–“Hazy Daze”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Just Too Tired to Fight It” (MC MM)!

Have you ever had one of those moments where you just know, you just fucking know exactly how a conversation’s going to play out before you utter the first word? Jorge’s having a night like that. He’s all too well aware that his roommate Cameron is going to talk him into hanging out and drinking beer when all he wants to do is sleep… and try as he might, he can’t stop it from happening. Here’s a taste:

And wouldn’t you just know it, when he got up to get himself a fresh beer, Cameron would always grab one for Jorge too. Just out of politeness, of course. Because it would be rude to make Jorge get his own beer when he was already so worn out by his long day. “You been working that brain of yours so hard I’m surprised it ain’t out of gas, y’know?” he’d say, giving Jorge a big smile and setting down a new Corona right next to the half-full bottle on the end table. Always the same jokes, always reminding Jorge how tired he was. But somehow never giving him a graceful opportunity to leave.

Not that Jorge didn’t bear his share of the blame. He’d remind himself every time that he said ten minutes, that he meant ten minutes, that he was exhausted and bleary-eyed and so groggy he could barely string a coherent thought together. But the couch was always so comfortable, and there was always a cool beer right there at hand, and the videos autoplayed one into the next into the next without any real cues to alert Jorge to the lateness of the hour beyond the little clock in the corner of the screen. And that was easy to ignore.

And so ten minutes would become fifteen, and fifteen would become twenty, and Cameron would pull out a little weed and offer Jorge a pull, and it just always seemed easier to sit and rest his weary body than to go through the exhausting work of pulling himself to his feet and marching down the hallway to bed. Cameron always made it so easy for Jorge to relax, even while he made it so difficult for him to rest. There was never a time to really think about what was happening, it seemed. Not when the next video caught his attention as soon as the last one finished, not when the couch was so soft and cozy beneath him. Time sort of lost meaning on nights like this.

Hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Twenty-Two

February 9, 2020

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It’s been a slightly longer hiatus on this irregular feature of my blog than usual – between news about Charmed, a whole month of answering questions about hypnosis, and the usual monthly liner notes, I don’t think I’ve looked back at my older stuff to see whether it’s realistic and/or consensual since November! Let’s get back into it.

Back Where You Belong: I do remember that when I originally wrote this, I was far more interested in creating a mood and atmosphere of absolute, irresistible surrender than I was in the whys and wherefores of Felicia’s initial recruitment into the sinister brainwashing cult and the eventual plans they had for her. In some ways, that works in this story’s favor when it comes to this exercise; the only suggestions we see Felicia following are to forget being hypnotized in this room as soon as she leaves, to make an appointment to return without consciously noticing, and to drop into trance again as soon as she returns. Those are all very plausible things.

Likewise, because we don’t know anything about the scenario beyond seeing it happen once, this could be something that Felicia enthusiastically consented to long ago and simply doesn’t remember because of the suggestions that she asked for. She and Ilona might be old friends, they might be lovers and Felicia doesn’t remember that because she’s in a deep hypnotic state, they might have a financial arrangement to meet this need regularly because Felicia can’t do this with anyone else. You could easily construct a plausible, ethical version of this story in the real world with someone if you wanted to. Or it could just be a fantasy, depending on how wicked you want Ilona to be.

Smoke From an Old Flame: Obviously, Dawn is not following best consent practices at the beginning of the story. Yes, it’s sometimes very easy to assume that someone who you know is suuuuuuper into you is going to want kinky hypnotic sex, and they’re going to want it as quickly as possible. And clearly, Dawn and Amy have a relationship where prior consent was established. But Dawn has no reason to believe that this prior consent extends three years beyond the end of their relationship, and “signals” like body language aren’t always reliable. Dawn should clearly have asked before dropping her ex, especially in public.

That said, the story as a whole is highly plausible, and for the most part it involves two people who know each other very well and are doing things that they like doing to each other a lot. It’s pretty easy to believe that they have established a certain degree of blanket consent over the course of their relationship and long-distance friendship, and since it’s told from Amy’s POV, there’s no question about whether she’s assenting. (Again, though, you are not a mind reader and can’t just follow the internal narrative of your submissive. Please ask.)

The Quiet Type: Technically, this one is another one of those “it could be believable and consensual” stories; it’s pretty clear that this is something that’s been going on between these two women for months now, perhaps even more than a year (Brandy mentions them taking a class together two semesters ago). That’s a lot of time to reinforce suggestions, and it doesn’t really sound like Emily is asking Brandy to do anything more than a) not consciously notice her speaking, b) stop grooming her pubic hair, and c) have lots of kinky lesbian sex complete with bondage and then forget about it by her next visit. None of those are huge asks, especially for someone with the libido of a young adult, and this is probably doable.

Likewise, because there’s amnesia suggestions involved here, it’s possible to read a version of this story where Brandy is following commands she enthusiastically consented to and then forgot. It doesn’t really fit the mood or atmosphere of the story, which suggests strongly that Emily got her hooks into Brandy’s brain back when they were study partners and has been reinforcing her programming ever since, but you could read this as ethical. If you were so inclined. I myself read this one very much as a “don’t try this at home” story with ways to consensually replicate it if you and your partner are so inclined, though.

Blank Space: It’s worth mentioning that consent practices do evolve and have evolved over the course of my time in the hypnokink community. There was a time when this would have been considered both an entirely plausible story (hypnotic amnesia is usually a little bit trickier than this story makes it out to be, but Mindy is clearly a very motivated subject and Grant may have a few tricks up his sleeve for inducing memory loss) and an entirely ethical story, with Mindy’s enthusiastic consent referenced in the flashback.

That said, as we learn more about hypnosis and suggestibility and diminished consent, the model has moved significantly away from asking for consent during or immediately after a trance. When someone is explicitly in a suggestible state, it’s possible (not necessarily axiomatic, but possible) that they could be agreeing to do something they weren’t quite as ready to do as they thought. Most people nowadays would separate that “asking for permission to hypnotize” and “asking for permission to go back to their place and have hot passionate animalistic sex”, ideally with a “we can do that next time” cool down phase so that the subject can decide if they’re really into it or if it was just the excitement of the moment. Grant probably should not have taken an admission of “I’m really horny and I want to fuck you” from a hypnotized woman as permission.

But thankfully fantasy people can’t get hurt, and so y’all can enjoy the fantasy of bumping into a charismatic hypnotist, admitting that you’ve always wanted to try it, and moving smoothly to the part where the orgasms happen.

Relief Is Just a Swallow Away: This story is honestly a very good example of something that’s important for everyone in a long-term hypnotic relationship, particularly one that involves ethical brainwashing, to consider. It’s a highly plausible story – Brandi has a suggestion that probably plenty of people in the community actually do, a craving for oral sex that subsequently makes her fuzzy and suggestible. And it’s (probably) ethical. There’s no sign that Brandi is being hypnotized against her will, no sign that the control Manny is exerting is something she doesn’t want or isn’t capable of enthusiastically consenting to. (There’s also not an explicit sign that this was negotiated, so let’s not let Manny entirely off the hook there, but we’ll concede the point for the moment.)

Because as this story demonstrates, even if you can make someone do something with hypnosis, even if they enthusiastically consent to it, you need to consider the practical consequences that installing the suggestion in their head. If you want to have someone with a desperate, irresistible craving for your cock, you need to ask yourself things like, “What if I’m stuck at work for an extra twenty minutes?” or “What if there’s a family emergency and I have to leave my sub alone?” If you want to make someone wear a particular piece of clothing (or forget that it exists), you need to check the dress code for their job to make sure you’re not going to get them sent home or fired. If you’re going to trance them at random times or in random situations, you need to make sure they’re not dropping while driving, or in the middle of their PhD dissertation. Safety with subs isn’t just about making sure they’re okay with what you’re doing. It’s about making sure it fits into their lives.

And with that cautionary tale out of the way, we’re done with another installment! See you next week for another blog post, and (shrug emoji) for another entry in this series!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “It’s All About Feeling Good”!

February 5, 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–“Goddamn Trigger”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “It’s All About Feeling Good” (MC)!

As I’ve mentioned in the past, I’m working on writing inductions that aim to achieve a specific goal with erotic hypnosis. This induction is intended to help people experience pleasure (including, but not limited to sexual pleasure) when prompted. Here’s a taste:

“It’s okay if you’re not quite sure at first how you’re going to achieve the goal we’ve set today, or even if you’ve never experienced hypnosis before. Trance is a very normal state for the human mind, and there’s a natural connection between hypnosis and pleasure. Every kind of pleasure you experience, from a gentle caress against your skin to a sweet taste on your tongue to the simple joys of being around someone who makes you happy… those are all experienced by your brain, not your body. Your brain controls all of the delights you can imagine, literally, and so it’s very easy to teach it how to enjoy those feelings when you’re directed to do so.

“It’s even easier than you might think, in fact, because the reward for imagining pleasure is already built in. Hypnosis is nothing but a state of focus and relaxation, and once you begin to focus your mind on happy, pleasant thoughts and feelings, you’ll find that you experience that pleasure as a result. And because you want to keep feeling good and enjoying yourself, it becomes very easy to tune out little distractions, let go of other thoughts and concentrate more and more on the sensations that make you happy and relaxed and comfortable.

“It’s already beginning to happen right now, in fact. The moment I mentioned ‘imagining pleasure’, you probably started to think about what that might mean to you. Maybe you thought about a happy memory in your past, maybe you pictured yourself experiencing something enjoyable… but whatever it was, your own mind selected it as a warm, blissful thought that made you feel good all over. That’s perfect. That’s just what we want–for you to experience something wonderful in your head and let it draw you deeper into relaxation.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for January 2020

February 2, 2020

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The new year is roughly a twelfth of the way through already! Holy cow! Let’s talk about what happened with my stories during that section of the solar journey, shall we?

Middle of the Night: I may have mentioned at some point in the past that a) one of my favorite things is waking up out of a sound sleep directly into the act of being hypnotized by my Goddess, with no real chance to fully regain consciousness before my brain gets sucked down into trance, and b) I have spent many a night with a hypnosis file playing on a device by my bed on a loop while I slept, absorbing Goddess’s words over and over during the course of the evening. It wasn’t hard to turn that experience into a story about someone discovering they’d been repeatedly brainwashed and forgotten it (another hot button) and trying to resist only to find out they were really obeying all along (yet another hot button of mine).

Basically, what I’m saying is that I’m very biased to be proud of this story and I know it. But I don’t care.

That Song in My Head: I am extremely prone to earworms. (Thank god I don’t think that statement can be literally, medically true.) I have a bad habit of getting a tune stuck in my head, usually one I’ve heard but don’t know well enough to be able to sing accurately all the way through, and coping by morphing the lyrics into strange and bewildering permutations that only I find funny. (I don’t know why “he’s a man made of flan, she’s a powerful horse” makes me laugh so hard, but it does.)

So yes, it occurred to me when I saw this song title that it would be an interesting and novel method of control to be able to induce one of those weird, mutant song permutations in someone’s brain, getting it stuck in the subject’s head until they basically brainwashed themselves into obedience without knowing it. That lent itself to an organization rather than an individual, since it’s a science-fiction technique and not something genuinely possible, and I’m always inclined to go with “evil corporation” in those kinds of situations because late-stage capitalism. And I made it an American corporation influencing the Chinese government rather than the other way around because I think it’s important to recognize that historically, the current trend of foreign influence in US affairs is very much a case of chickens coming home to roost.

All 4 U: We should probably have a talk about this one. So yes, this was pretty much the ending I had in mind almost from the get-go; when I was looking at the list of song titles with “4 U” in them to try to get some kind of a structure to the arc, this one seemed like a natural end point because of the sense of totality built into the title. And it seemed logical that “all 4U” would involve 4U’s mind being put into the bodies of every service unit in a sort of “I’m Spartacus” victory moment. Everything else was intended to set up this moment.

And I knew that it would be a hollow victory even from the beginning, because 4U’s story is, ultimately, kind of a tragic one. I mentioned during the write-up on “I’m Coming 4 U” that for all that this resembles a Bourne movie in its plot structure and emphasis on spy action (in among the sex), it’s really got a lot of noir DNA in its ancestry. And one of the key elements of noir, I think, is the idea of the protagonist taking actions that will doom them, knowingly or unknowingly, because their essential nature has led them to this point and they can’t be someone other than who they are. That’s never more true than in the case of someone who is literally programmed to act and think in specific ways that they can’t overcome.

4U’s weakness was always going to be that she trusted her owner. That was just obvious from the beginning – none of the Directors were trustworthy people, because trustworthy people don’t wind up in charge of vast amounts of extremely unethical brainwashing technology and dozens of mind-controlled slaves. Her owner was never going to let her go, not really, because she didn’t trust anyone and she was always going to make sure she had a backdoor into 4U’s brain. (Trusting the wrong person and being doomed by it is a strong theme in noir.) In the end, 4U never stood a chance.

(Oh, small and private in-joke: The Emerson Tower is a real building, albeit one without any hidden sub-basements or spy organizations to the best of my knowledge. It is quite close to the former hotel used for Charmed, and I passed it several times while getting food or supplies. It amused me to think of a bunch of hypnosis fetishists spending a weekend just blocks away from real brainwashing technology.)

Keys to My Heart: Unlike many of my other stories, this started with the image first and wound up getting a title to fit. I had a picture of a person taking dictation from someone writing a hypnotic induction, and slowly being put under by the writer in the guise of telling them what to type. It seemed like a very nice concept for a story, and I didn’t even really need to think that hard about what to call it – thankfully, “Keys to My Heart” is such a common phrase that I half-expected it to be a song title before I even went looking. The rest was basically the simple mechanical “how does this event plausibly occur” stuff that happens with every story.

And that’s January in the books! Join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another Liner Notes!