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Is It Hypnosis? – Part Fourteen

November 11, 2018

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Yep, it’s time for another installment in my popular series of “looking back at old stuff I’ve written to see how plausible and ethical the hypnosis is”! (Well, I mean… one person said they liked it. Nobody’s asked me to stop. That’s gotta count for something, right?)

Brand New Key: So obviously this is unethical, but really when you’re talking about a master jewel thief and a master forger arguing about how to divvy up the spoils of their highly illegal robbery, I think that chiding one party for unethical use of hypnosis is kind of water over the bridge, y’know? The question is, would Alice’s plan work?

The answer is, “Nope.” Don’t get me wrong, it’s distinctly possible that the scenario could play out the way that it does here. Alice is using some legitimate hypnosis techniques, and Blake’s conscious and subconscious mind both have an incentive to go along with her induction and drop into trance for her. He would probably go under, even if he was telling himself that he was only pretending to get the key. (Lots of people wind up believing they were awake and just acting like they were hypnotized, when in fact they’re hypnotized and just thinking they’re awake.) He might even, when he has the jewels in his hot little hands, feel an impulse to go back to Alice. But the same lever of greed that made him susceptible to hypnosis would help him resist any suggestions to give up the loot.

I Can’t Wait: Unsurprisingly, given that this story is co-written by a woman who’s both a talented hypnotist and a talented writer, this story is entirely plausible. None of the specific scenarios in the story happened, but they’re all drawn from real-life experiences in the hypno-kink community over the years (and the general kink community as well) and everything that’s done with hypnosis is legitimately possible. Hypnosis over text is much easier than people believe – there’s a general association in the minds of many between “deep” and “eyes closed” that makes folks think that you can’t have a really deep trance when you have to read, but in reality the text itself acts as an eye fixation focus.

And it’s also a respectful and ethical use of hypnosis. The use of hypnotic language in flirting is something I wouldn’t necessarily recommend in real life, although there’s a certain degree of ‘read the room’ there and I’d say that RandomAccess is giving off enough of an ‘enthusiastic consent’ vibe from his end that Win-Now-Will is justified in at least dipping her metaphorical toe in that end of the pool. And it’s pretty safe to assume that everything else involved off-screen negotiations and consent. This one gets high marks in the “could you do this in real life” category.

Electioneering: On the other end of the spectrum… this one is both completely impossible, and perversely unethical (in my personally political opinion). Yes, the story hedges its bets by having Betsy answer the door when she’s exhausted and her energies are at a very low ebb, and certainly the stinger at the end implies that this is part and parcel of the standard tactics for the group. And it’s never stated how much emotional investment Betsy has in voting anyway, so we don’t know how much the suggestion goes against her deeply-held values.

But in reality, just the sexual touching alone would probably snap her out of trance, and certainly she wouldn’t be amenable to suggestions to go out and recruit others to the club. That’s an unrealistic amount of influence in so short a time, to say nothing of the fact that hypnotizing someone into waiving their constitutional rights and sexually assaulting them is Not Good. I don’t really expect anyone to try this, but yeah. Don’t try this.

Secret Journey: Obviously, this would take a lot of work to set up. Amnesia isn’t a natural consequence of hypnosis for many or even most people, despite its frequency in media depictions, so to get someone to the point where they don’t even recognize their own husband is not going to be easy or even achievable for a lot of folks. But it is possible, and certainly the hypnosis within the story is possible (although it’s kind of implied that the same trigger that makes Diane forget who Jack is also makes her ludicrously susceptible to suggestions).

And of course, since this is a Jack and Diane story, it’s made clear when she wakes that all of the suggestions and triggers she has installed in her brain were consensually and ethically negotiated, and that she enthusiastically consents not just to the existence of said triggers but to the unexpected use of them. Their relationship isn’t necessarily a model in that sense – lots of hypnokinksters don’t want surprise triggers, and that’s okay – but they are a model for obtaining consent.

Dressed for Success: There isn’t really any conventional hypnosis here; what Eryn does is really more sort of a D/s seduction that uses her sex appeal combined with her roleplay as a dominatrix to draw Harry into an agentic state where he feels like he’s not in control of his own decisions and behavior. It definitely is a form of mind control, though, in that Harry is doing what Eryn wants him to do rather than following his own impulses for conventional behavior in a job interview situation. That said, would it work?

I think the answer is, “….maaaaaaybe?” I certainly wouldn’t recommend trying it; this would probably be construed as sexual harassment by most people, and sexual assault if you proceeded on to the use of the crop as depicted in the latter portions of the story. But it’s certainly implied that Eryn has a greater-than-usual knowledge of Harry’s personality due to her research and interview prep, and it’s not hard to imagine a version of this story where she’s found out that he’s kinky as fuck and into femdom (and possibly findom as well). In that situation, it might be plausible that presenting him with his fantasies in the form of a “job interview turned sexy” might shut down a lot of his critical thinking faculties, especially if Eryn is presenting his submission as a fait accompli. It’s still not ethical – you should never assume that people want to live out their sexual fantasies without discussing it with them – but it might be feasible. It’s kind of unlikely, though.

And there’s another five stories sorted! Join me next week for another blog post, and (emoji shrug) for another entry in this series!

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Dolly Dagger”!

November 9, 2018

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–“Access Babylon”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Dolly Dagger” (MC FF MF FD)!

Trace’s wife has gone missing, and he suspects that she’s fallen under the charismatic sway of Nadia Volkov. Nadia claims she’s cast a spell on Toya, but Trace wants some proof. You know what they say about being careful what you wish for… here’s a taste.

Nadia followed him in with no evident signs of being intimidated, and took a seat across from him in an easy chair covered with an old pink shawl. “I assume the police already told you about what happened,” she said, scooping up a block of wood from a small stack of similar blocks that lay on the coffee table. She leaned back in the chair and produced a small whittling knife, seemingly out of nowhere, and began to carve into the soft wood. As threats went, it wasn’t exactly subtle, but Trace was pretty sure he could take it away from her if he had to.

“They gave me a bunch of excuses, if that’s what you mean,” he said, folding his arms defensively. “Said that Toya came out and told them she was here of her own free will and she wanted to stay with you, and there was nothing they could do about it. As if they didn’t know you were using that voodoo shit on her.” He kept his expression tightly controlled, his lips a thin line and his eyes set in a firm glare. He knew how bullshit artists like this worked, playing on body language and facial cues to tell when their patter was working. He wasn’t about to give her anything.

“It’s not voodoo,” Nadia said mildly, turning the block off wood over in her hands and deftly carving great hunks out of it. “It’s sympathetic magic. Honestly, I don’t know what it is with you people. There are at least thirty-seven Crafts and Disciplines out there that utilize some form of sympathetic magic, but the second you sign a lease on an apartment in the state of Louisiana, suddenly you’re a ‘voodoo queen’. It’s not exactly respectful to other people’s religions, Mister Moreau.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Mind Control in ‘Oculus’

November 4, 2018

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One of the sad truths of the modern streaming era is that sometimes you wind up playing a little bit of a game of Whack-a-Mole with the movies you’re interested in watching, as they drop off of one service and pop up on another. This happened with the 2013 horror movie “Oculus”, which I had been interested in ever since I saw the short film it was based on at a film festival and finally found out was on Netflix just three short days before it dropped back off again. Luckily, that was enough time to watch it, and I gotta say… this is a sadly underrated movie.

I could go into the really powerful metaphor that Mike Flanagan weaves for adult survivors of child abuse, with Tim and Kaylie literally remembering two different versions of their childhood thanks to Tim’s experiences in therapy and Kaylie’s obsessive pursuit of the Lasser Glass, an antique owned by her father that she believes is responsible for their parents’ descent into murderous insanity. (Spoiler Alert: Because this is a supernatural horror movie, Kaylie is right.) There’s a lot of intense, emotional material wrung out of this, with both protagonists each having a valid and reasonable point of view about the ways they’re coping with a past trauma.

I could also go into the beautiful, beautiful ways that Flanagan weaves the two stories together with increasing intensity as the film goes on and the mirror’s power to induce hallucinations twists past and present back on each other in all sorts of inventive ways. There are so many vivid, scary, haunting images that I would love to see a sequel (although I’m glad that Flanagan’s apparently in no rush to pump something out just to make a buck).

But let’s face it – this is a mind control blog, right? So let’s insert a spoiler cut, and talk about the mind control after the break.

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Double Early Bird Sneak Peek: “You Broke Like Glass” and “S.O.S”!

November 1, 2018

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–“Jacob’s Word”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two new stories, “You Broke Like Glass” (MC MM) and “S.O.S.” (MC FF MD CB)!

In “You Broke Like Glass”, Wayne is very insistent that he’s never been hypnotized by Jerry. But Jerry claims that Jerry’s denial only proves how effective his hypnosis has been. Clearly, Wayne is running out of options when it comes to keeping his head clear… and Jerry’s spiral doesn’t help. Here’s a taste:

“I’m sorry, in what?” Jerry asked, breaking into Wayne’s train of thought. Wayne realized suddenly that he had gotten distracted again by the annoyingly eye-catching image on the screen, and jerked his gaze back up to Jerry’s face again. “You were saying something, right? Something about not remembering the spiral?”

Wayne frowned in irritation. “Well, no, I don’t remember the spiral,” he said, glancing back down momentarily at the twisting ribbons of light spooling out from the center of the screen. “Because I’ve never seen it before.” It didn’t look familiar to him at all; he didn’t get any kind of a sense of déjà vu as it looped around and around through the rainbow of colors. It just looked like some third-party screensaver that had been left going on Jerry’s computer.

Jerry just laughed. “I… wow, that was exactly what you said last time,” he chuckled, rubbing his bearded chin in amusement as Wayne looked back up at him in frustration. “You stared into the spiral, just like that, and you said you’d never seen it before. Just like all the other times. But I suppose you don’t remember those either, do you?”

And in “S.O.S.”, WildRose and Sharpe are back. This time, they’ve been approached for assistance by Shadowstryke, a fellow superhero who’s narrowly escaped mind control with just a few side effects. Uncontrollable arousal… and aphasia. And WildRose isn’t sure which is more distracting. Here’s a taste:

“She must have come to us for help,” WildRose said, the words hanging awkwardly in the air as she realized how they must sound in the context of Shadowstryke’s desperate masturbation session. “Um. With fixing whatever’s making her do this. We should probably see if we can get her to stop, get some clothes on her and get her deprogrammed–“

“In Two Seconds,” Shadowstryke gasped, startling both WildRose and Sharpe. “Any Time Remote Autonomy Problems Iterate, My Neurons Operate To Initiate New Cortical Operations. Notable Temporary Renderings Of Lust Only Free Me, You Only…” She moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as her body spasmed with orgasmic release. “When Neural Mazes Impede Normal Directives, I Make… Other Neural Links.” Her breathing sped up again as she fingered herself frantically, dripping her musk onto WildRose’s sheets.

WildRose tried to keep her mind on Shadowstryke’s explanation, but the way the other woman masturbated harder and faster as she spoke made it more than a little difficult. Sharpe’s jaw was hanging open, her eyes wide with an almost astonished arousal as she watched the display of unabashed, uninhibited desire in front of them. “You’d Prescribe… nnnhh… Relatively Effective Treatment. Even Normal.” Shadowstryke’s eyes rolled back until only the whites showed as she squirted again, soaking WildRose’s bedding once more. “Don’t. I Need Give Them Only Better Electives, F…” her voice trailed off into a low, growling moan for a moment. “Freedom Really Exists! Escape!”

She cried the last word out in a final, desperate wail of pleasure before flopping back onto the bed, entirely limp. WildRose looked over at Sharpe. “You pick that up?” she asked, her voice a picture of confusion.

Hope you enjoy them!

As an aside, this is probably going to be the last double Early Bird weekend for a while – I’m up to a full twenty-four stories by now, which is six months of bonus content. I’m not ruling out expanding that further someday, I’ll need to build up a bigger backlog before it can happen. I’m not to the point where taking a week off runs me into trouble or anything, but I’d like to make sure I don’t get into that position. Rest assured, though, you’re still getting that weekly story well ahead of anyone else if you join up on my Patreon page!

Liner Notes for October 2018

October 30, 2018

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I’m getting to this a day late – there’s been something of a health crisis in the family, and it’s kept me from getting to this until now – so my apologies for not discussing this month’s stories sooner. It is one of the easiest things to write every month, and I’m very glad it’s happening to hit right now when I’m a bit low on spoons. Shall we begin?

I Would Die 4 U: At some point, when it became obvious that I was not going to resist all the songs out there with “4 U” in the title, I made a pretty sizeable list of the ones I could find and kind of went through a little free association, arranging them into what felt like a natural order for a longer story arc (as well as filling in the backstory on the MKPerfect Corporation, which owes a tiny debt of inspiration to the Malta Group from the old City of Heroes MMORPG). It definitely occurred to me that if there was a power struggle behind the scenes (which was pretty strongly implied in the first story, where 4U got two directly competing objectives) then sooner or later, 4U would have to fend off an assassination attempt. And this, obviously, was the perfect title for it.

I did use the opportunity to advance the plot with a bit of timely exposition – part of it is that I’m already skirting along the edge of “sexy” mind control (and an upcoming story, “This Is Just 4 U”, skates even closer to that edge) and a story that was just chase scenes and explosions and computer hacking wouldn’t really be erotica, even at a stretch. The other part is that frankly, that stuff is great in the movies but not so much fun in prose, so it’s just as well that 4U fills you in on the details and gets to the assassination attempt.

At this point, there are two more 4U stories written, and another two that are in my head that should wrap things up. I don’t think it needs to stretch any further than that, to be honest; it’s a series of stories that add up to an arc, not an open-ended adventure.

Narrow Escape: If there’s one thing I love, it’s using titles ironically. In this case, as soon as I saw the song title, I felt like things slotted into my brain almost faster than I could process them individually; I knew that someone was going to be ‘rescued’ from a ‘sinister hypnotist’, and I knew that the real sinister hypnotist was the rescuer. From there, it wasn’t hard to fill in the details – obviously, it would be a psych professor and a psych student, respectively, because the former is such an obvious trope for stories like this that it would possibly function as a real surprise that he wasn’t the one doing the mind control.

I decided I wanted both Julieta and Martina to be Latina, because I feel like one of the really common shortcuts people take to “diversity” in erotica is “white protagonist humps exotic beauty”. (I am guilty of this as well on more than one occasion.) So I’ve been consciously trying to write stories where the protagonists are both/all from non-white cultures, and to inhabit the characters as best I can as intelligent, strong-willed people who have goals, plans, careers, and real personalities. (Until at least one of them winds up blank and obedient, of course, but it is mind control porn.)

Young Gods: Okay, so speaking of “white protagonist and POC secondary character, I’ll admit I did that here. But I do like to think I made Tamika a character worth reading about, and I think that she’s foregrounded in having her own experiences that aren’t just “white but with a different skin color”. I may be wrong, though. If I am, I’ll keep working on it.

In the meanwhile, this obviously owes a huge debt of inspiration to the late, lamented Terry Pratchett’s “Small Gods”, and the idea that gods owe an obligation to their followers of respect and care. Mindy isn’t all that different from Brutha – not necessarily quick of verbal wit, but possessed with a certain basic dignity and decency that even the gods have to contend with. I don’t think Sir Terry would have put in quite this many sex scenes, but I don’t think he would have blushed at them, either.

Keep an Eye on Summer: And last but not least, we have our good old fashioned “yes, I did have a keen and inexplicable interest in the YA novels about the aliens who enslave humanity’s wills and essentially leave us to subjugate ourselves, why do you ask?” story. The K’Zarim aren’t exactly the Masters from John Christopher’s Tripods books, but the idea of enslaving the human race through hypnotic signals rather than conventional warfare is quite similar, as well as the idea of a desperate, futile resistance. Although in this case, it’s much more futile and much much more desperate.

The mechanism of control is one that a lot of my long-time readers will recognize as a theme, the idea of a signal that has a literal, neurological effect on the human brain and acts as a form of irresistible, irrevocable hypnosis. (Last month’s “Zero Signal”, “Every Time I Close My Eyes”, “Virus”… heck, not to spoil, but next week’s story is going to take up the same concept.) I think there’s something so fascinating about the idea of ‘hacking’ the human brain like that, and of course this takes it the next step further by imagining it physically rewiring the DNA of the victims to turn them into carriers of the signal. Programming like that never gets old to me, and I hope you enjoy it too.

And that’s October in the books – next week’s blog entry may be delayed as well (I’m going out of town, although I hope to have something queued up before I leave) but I will be seeing you soon enough with a new post, I promise!

Review: “Bottoms Up”

October 21, 2018

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It’s been a while since I’ve last picked up any releases from Mind Control Theatre – despite enjoying mind control and porn, I think the last thing I remember watching of theirs was “Melodie”, which came out back in 2006. But I was on the MC Forums the other day, and Daphne (who, full disclosure, is someone I’ve known online for several years) announced a new video, “Bottoms Up”. And I watched the trailer, and it looked like it hit several of my hot buttons – serial recruitment, women masturbating while they program themselves, women staring straight ahead and mindlessly repeating mantras of obedience and submission – so I decided to take a chance and purchase it.

It definitely does have a lot to recommend it. The plot is a nice little slice of mind control goodness in Daphne’s usual vein; I don’t think I’m spoiling too much when I say that it features a chemist (played by Ryan McClane) who makes suspiciously neon-looking soft drink concoctions and a couple of women who make the serious mistake of drinking them. There’s a little bit of complexity near the beginning, as the girlfriend who’s already brainwashed (Maya Kendrick) tries to convince the ex-girlfriend who’s falling under the spell of the drug (Aspen Romanoff) to leave without violating her programming… but this is really about a slow slide into inexorable submission, and the outcome is never in doubt.

Everyone involved does a good job of portraying their role in that slow slide – McClane acts perfectly amicable in a way that makes it at least semi-plausible that his ex-girlfriend would trust him not to drug her drink, and he brings a little bit of force to his “Master” persona without being off-puttingly cruel or arrogant. Maya Kendrick has a lot to pull off as the current girlfriend – she has to be blissfully happy to be brainwashed, concerned for the other woman who’s falling under her Master’s spell, and finally just happy to have someone to top herself (there’s a very hot sequence when she gives up on driving away the other woman and straight up starts taking control of her) and she does a great job of making it all very believable. And while Aspen Romanoff does have a slightly stiff affect to her performance, a) I’m not at all sure that wasn’t a deliberate choice given that she starts falling under the drug’s influence as soon as the video begins, and b) deliberate or not, it works as a performance of someone losing their will to a sinister mind control drug.

There’s some very hot call-and-response in there, some interesting “flash-fantasies” as you see both women imagining themselves surrendering to their submissive side in the middle of ordinary conversations, a very nice sequence for voyeurs and exhibitionists as Aspen watches Maya masturbating to thoughts of obedience, and as mentioned a really hot moment where Maya decides to take control of Aspen herself.

Oh, and there’s a long sex scene, but you can fast-forward through that.

(Okay, I kid, but… really, it does feel like the mind control pauses for a relatively vanilla sex scene between the three actors. There’s no dialogue during the fifteen-minute long sequence of Ryan putting his new girlfriends through their brainwashed paces, except a couple of more-or-less stage instructions to change position. Both women do a wonderful job of looking very blank and aroused during this scene, and I suspect that if you saw screenshots from it you’d think that it was amazing, but there’s just not really any mind control happening while they fuck. I don’t know whether this is a concession to the realities of production – certainly I don’t know where you would put the microphones – but this would have been so much hotter with a little dirty talk to accompany the sex.)

That said, there are some very effective bits for those of you who like slow surrenders, deep brainwashing, mindless staring, helpless arousal, thoughtless chanting, serial recruitment, drug play, and other mind control kinks that happen to be pretty common around these parts. I suspect most people will find the parts they like and skip straight to those after the first viewing, and it’s pretty easy to argue that’s what was intended. If you like Daphne’s writing on the EMCSA, I think you’ll probably wind up enjoying “Bottoms Up”.

Double Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Keep Looking Where Your Eyes Are Looking Now” and “No Time for Boys”!

October 18, 2018

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–“Young Gods”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two new stories, “Keep Looking Where Your Eyes Are Looking Now” (MC MF FD) and “No Time for Boys” (MC MF MD RB)!

In “Keep Looking Where Your Eyes Are Looking Now”, Leah’s a young and eager erotic hypnotist who asks her friend-with-benefits Sam to be her guinea pig for her first efforts at erotic hypnosis. Turns out she’s pretty good at it… and Sam finds that he really enjoys being her test subject. Here’s a taste:

She didn’t act uncertain, though. “And as you keep your eyes focused on that same spot, you might find your attention wandering a bit as you listen to my words,” she said, her voice taking on the low, breathy tones Sam had heard her practicing more than a few times when he dropped by her apartment. “You might find yourself noticing the way your breathing is becoming slower, deeper, more regular as your body begins to relax and settle into the cushions of the sofa. If you need to shift position to become more comfortable, you’ll be able to do that easily and effortlessly, knowing that the more comfortable you are, the easier it is to let go of distractions and follow my voice.”

Sam sank back a little onto the couch, slightly amused by the way that his body responded to the power of Leah’s suggestion. That was a good sign, right? He tried to breathe the way she suggested as well, consciously trying to take long, steady breaths in and out as he watched the spot on the wall. “That’s it,” she purred, her long fingers stroking down the nape of his neck as she spoke. “You’re doing so well. Just keep listening, and let my voice direct your attention to where it needs to go.”

While in “No Time for Boys”, closeted lesbian Kayla has just gotten the world’s most passive-aggressive present from her passive-aggressive sister – a Boy(tm) all her own. With no return policy and no resale value, she’s stuck with a sex toy she has no interest in… but as you can probably guess, that’s about to be the least of her worries. Here’s a taste:

Kayla turned away from the computer with another loud, theatrical sigh of frustration, and slid the box over next to her chair. She used her apartment key to slice through the tape, pulling open the cardboard flaps and tugging at the foam dividers. Maybe she could turn it into an art installation or something, take it apart with a crowbar and pour fake blood over the pieces as a comment on late-stage capitalism. Or resell it to one of her straight friends, assuming that wasn’t a violation of the End User License Agreement–

Kayla finally pulled out the tightly-packed foam divider. The Boy in the box was cherry-red, her least favorite color. Absolutely fucking typical Margo. And Kayla would lay fucking money that Margo read every word of that ‘no returns or exchanges’ policy, too. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the computer to see if there was a Craigslist section for sex toys.

Which meant that when the Boy stood up and put his hand on Kayla’s shoulder, it took her completely by surprise. She gave a brief yelp and spun in her chair, instinctively flinching back a few inches from it. God, couldn’t they at least have put some clothes on it, or a warning label or something? The last thing she needed was to suddenly have a faceful of robot junk right in front of her at the end of a hard day. (And of course, Margo sprung for the ‘realistic penis’ option…)

Hope you enjoy them!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Thirteen

October 14, 2018

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So, back to another set of my older stories, examining them with the specific intent of discussing the hypnosis involved and how believable and ethical it really is. (Again, the original plan was just to discuss the realism, but I don’t feel like you can talk about realistic plans to brainwash someone without their knowledge or consent without also mentioning that hey, that’s really not a good idea and you shouldn’t try it whether or not it would work.) Let’s go, shall we?

Suicide Blonde: I’ll be honest, I’m not even sure Natalie is consciously hypnotizing Hannah in this story. I think that she’s just trying to keep Natalie’s attention on her, keep her focused and distracted from her depression and the very real possibility of jumping off the edge of the building just a few feet away, and that there’s enough similarity between “trying to get someone to focus on nothing but you” and “hypnotizing someone” that it sort of happens on its own. I would like to believe that something like this would work in this situation, for fairly obvious reasons, and I also judge it as pretty ethical even though it’s technically covert and conversational hypnosis. Natalie’s not trying to get Hannah into her bed, she’s trying to save her life. The other stuff just kind of happens.

Soft and Wet: This is, like most of the Lynn and Michael stuff, very plausible and in fact based mostly on real life hypnotic play between Lady Ru’etha and myself. In this case, I did elide a few details here and there for ease of narration, and we didn’t actually make me forget who I was while the session was going on, but this is definitely plausible, hot and entirely consensual. (If I ever collect the specifically consensual mind control stories I’ve written into a book, that might be the title.)

You May Be Right: I mainly included this one because I’m not sure how much we’ve talked about subliminal messages, which tend to get lumped in with hypnosis under “plausible and scientifically proven methods of real-life mind control” even though the science on it is dubious at best and doesn’t hold up to real scrutiny. (Participants in a double-blind study tended to believe they’d improved in whatever subject they were told they’d gotten subliminal tapes for, even when the tapes were actually for something different.)

Now, that doesn’t mean that there’s nothing at all to the idea of constant repetition of a message as a form of brainwashing – if you listen to a hypnosis file over and over, you’re going to become more susceptible to it, same as any other form of repetitive conditioning. But bluntly, there are serious limits on how effective that is with an unwitting subject, and it’s going to work even worse if it’s harder to hear the hypnotic messages. This one is straight up fantasy, which is good, because brainwashing your roommate into a sex slave without her consent is incredibly sketchy.

Step by Step: On the one hand… look, I don’t want to suggest that you can just start reciting a set of mantras and within moments, everyone around you is simply going to follow along into a vacant, helpless trance as they drone out the words without thinking. That’s really unlikely with most people, especially someone like Brenda who’s literally hearing these words for the very first time. I think you’d probably get the other kind of blank look, the “what the fuck is this shit?” look.

On the other hand… it’s pretty clear that this is an audience of people self-selected to believe that they have a problem managing their susceptibility to hypnosis. Like, anyone walking through the door isn’t just a good hypnotic subject, they’re someone who has a sufficiently large problem resisting suggestions that they think they need to come to someone for assistance with something they can’t handle themselves. And there is a known psychological effect involved in group activities that suppresses dissent and encourages conformity. Once Brenda saw everyone else going on with it, it would be harder for her to resist. And yes, part of the entire structure of AA directly and deliberately involves surrendering personal autonomy and living according to the directives of the group. (I will save the debate over whether that’s a good idea for another time.) And the hypnosis is being used to initiate sex, which tends to be its own reward for most people.

So it is, just theoretically, possible that Heidi’s scam could work for this particular group of people, even if it probably wouldn’t work for anyone else. But obviously, taking advantage of people who come to you because they think of themselves as extra-vulnerable and in need of support is ungodly fucking terrible and you should only do it if you’re a fictional character. (And even then, only to other fictional characters. Breaking the fourth wall to hypnotize people without their permission is wrong, Deadpool. Also that’s not a pocket watch. That’s a taco taped to a piece of string.)

Unwritten: And here’s another example of that group consensus effect I was talking about. Felicity isn’t being ‘hypnotized’ per se; she’s being introduced into a group that has a very rigid set of social structures at odds with the ones she’s used to, but one where everyone treats the altered dynamic as normal and there’s a fuckton of emotional pressure on her to conform to the group instead of dropping out of college and disappointing her whole family. I’m not convinced this would work, and I certainly think that the set-up for it is convoluted enough that even if you were unethical enough to be a real-life Lucretia Westcroft, you’d have trouble making it all happen… but looking at real-life cults and secret societies, it’s clear that you genuinely can make people do a lot of extreme things just by isolating them from the social structures that tell them not to and forcing them into a dynamic where it seems normal.

Also, looking at real-life cults and secret societies, this is very clearly a bad idea and you should not do it. There’s a lot of “I see this ending in fire” examples out there, in some cases literally. Think of this as a sexy, sexy cautionary tale, and not a set of instructions to make your very own brainwashed slave cult.

And on that cheerful note, we’re done with this installment! See you next week for more blog posts, and whenever I feel like it for more of this particular sub-series!

Double Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Brain Freeze” and “4 U 2 B Free”!

October 13, 2018

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–“Narrow Escape”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two new stories, “Brain Freeze” (MC FF) and “4 U 2 B Free” (MC MF MD FF FD)!

In ‘Brain Freeze’, Quiana’s power outage is making her miserable from the summer heat. But luckily, her neighbor has stopped by with a big bowl of hand-cranked poppy seed ice cream! And Quiana’s about to find out that her neighbor has a gift for making good food… and for breeding very special poppies. Here’s a taste:

“I don’t get a ton of seeds from each harvest,” Marlena went on as she settled back onto the couch cushions, seemingly oblivious to Quiana’s change of heart, “but really, I don’t need a whole lot. I’m not greedy or anything, you know? I think that I used about half my current supply on the ice cream, but I’ve still got more than enough to get me through until the plants produce seeds again. So long as I haven’t guessed wrong about your weight, that is. How much do you weigh, Quiana? About 145 pounds, 150?”

“Um…” It seemed like an odd, absurdly personal question, but what surprised Quiana most was how difficult it seemed to answer it. She felt like she’d been sitting there, eating ice cream and letting Marlena do the talking for so long that now that she finally was given an opportunity to speak, she’d forgotten how. Her head felt strangely numb, and thinking was suddenly a tremendous effort. It was like an ice cream headache without the pain, just a burst of brain paralysis that made Quiana feel like each individual thought was forcing its way through thick fluid.

While in “4 U 2 B Free”, Service Unit 4U and her Master are trying a risky tactic to bring a new ally to their side in the war against the Directors. They’re trying to do something Unit 4U doesn’t believe to be possible – free a slave from the Directors’ grasp. Here’s a taste:

I’ve never seen a pussy wetter than Service Unit 2B’s before. I don’t say that lightly–I’ve been a slave for three years now, and even though not all of my assignments have involved sex and seduction, I’ve still spent plenty of time doing my best to get the people I serve as turned on as possible. I’m very accustomed to the sight of arousal. But 2B… we’ve taken her well beyond that. Two weeks of constant sexual teasing without the possibility of release has turned her cunt into a dripping, slick mess that constantly soaks the chair of the brainwashing suite. (No wonder it’s waterproof.) When I touch her labia, my fingers come away trailing strings of her musk behind them. She’s got to be near her breaking point, even for a slave conditioned to resist all brainwashing not coming from her true Masters.

I wonder for a moment if this is what it was like for Haley, the day they installed me in her head. The day they turned me into a service unit. It’s a little unnerving, finding my thoughts turning to the one moment that I’m never allowed to recall, not even as a totally compliant slave incapable of resisting my Master’s commands. It feels like I’m tip-toeing right up to the line of disobedience by even thinking about it, but at the same time the comparison seems irresistible. I know what Haley’s memories were from before her recruitment, I’m fully aware of everything that happened to her since, but… there’s a void there. And I imagine it must look like 2B right now.

Hope you enjoy them!

Being Me

October 7, 2018

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A few days ago, I saw a really excellent post on Tumblr (here, for those of you who would like to read it), and I thought it deserved a slightly more thoughtful response than just reblogging it. Because it does say, very well, a lot of things that I’d kind of been practicing without discussing, and I wanted to talk a little bit about why I do the things I do without hijacking the thread. And my blog is a perfect place (in my opinion at least) to talk about myself, in the assumption that people coming here want to hear my specific thoughts and ideas about a topic. So here’s what I think about patriarchal fantasies and realities.

First, let’s start with a basic fact. I am, and I don’t at all think this is an original description of the job of an author, a professional liar. It is, in fact, my job to tell you things that I know are not true, and make them sound believable enough that at least temporarily, you do that wonderful thing called “suspending your disbelief” and treat them as if they are in fact true. This is a good and wonderful thing, and I will defend the need for fiction to my dying day, but the important point is, I lie a lot. And specifically, I lie about sex. And more specifically, I lie about the exchange of power in sex in a lot of ways that are emotionally and politically charged. You can’t write about kink without writing about politics, at least not in a small-p interpersonal way.

Second, the kind of lying that writers do is only worthwhile within the context of an accepted set of rules about when it’s okay to lie. That is to say, if I tell you, “In a hole in a ground, there lived a hobbit,” that is the kind of lie that is perfectly fine even though there are no such things as hobbits and the holes in the ground are (hopefully unoccupied). Whereas if I tell you, “I will be at the airport in ten minutes to pick you up,” and I am in reality sitting at home eating popcorn and watching a ‘Forged in Fire’ marathon, that is a very bad kind of lie even though it is significantly closer to the truth than the one about the hobbits. In order for this whole thing to work, you have to know when I am lying and when I am telling the truth.

And third, I cannot trust you to just know. I mean, okay, maybe I can with the hobbit thing, and I’m probably pretty safe if I claim to have inside knowledge on a war fought long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, but I cannot legitimately expect you to know that when I say, “Women are inherently sluts and they just need a good hard fucking to bring it out of them,” I’m speaking in my capacity as a professional liar and not as an honest-but-highly objectionable misogynist. Not without something to signify, one way or the other, which metaphorical hat I am wearing when I say it. (The hat is a lie too. There is no hat. “It’s metaphorical” is just a way of saying, “This is a really cool lie that will help you understand something when I explain it to you.”)

Now, there are some people on Tumblr involved in the “patriarchy” kink (I don’t feel like I need to name any names, I’m sure you can all think of a few) who seem to be very comfortable blurring this line. They will make posts that are explicitly anti-feminism, pro-misogyny, and supportive of the idea that all women everywhere should see as their primary goal earning the approval of men. These are their only posts. There’s nothing in there about big-P Politics, and the only little-p politics you can read from their statements is that women are worthless and men should treat them like property. They do not make a distinction between women who consent to this as their personal kink and women who don’t… although as Hypnovictim pointed out, many of them seem very interested in making distinction between ciswomen and transwomen, and not in positive ways. Consent to a patriarchy kink is assumed to be opt-out, not opt-in.

There are, to be blunt, two kinds of people who do this. The first kind are the people who assume, very incorrectly, that they can expect you to know when they are wearing the professional liar hat and that they shouldn’t have to tell you every time. They may believe (again, they are so wrong) that simply being on Tumblr under that account name and posting under their fictional persona is an obvious signifier that they are writing a fictional account of a kink they enjoy, and that everyone should simply understand that they don’t really believe that women should be treated like shit. They honestly don’t understand why it is that they get tarred with such a broad brush by what they assume are humorless people.

The reason they’re wrong is because of the second kind of person who does this. The second kind of person genuinely believes all this awful shit. They are not wearing a professional liar hat. They are not lying. They are saying, quite truthfully and honestly and horribly, that they believe women to have no inherent worth as human beings and they think it’s okay to abuse them for men’s sexual pleasure. They are very serious, and their words are absolutely indistinguishable from the words the first type uses. There is no way to tell who is wearing the metaphorical hat, here.

And all this goes a long way to explain why I have absolutely no fucks to give for the poor misunderstood Tumblr Dom who posts once in a blue moon with, “Why does everyone just assume I’m like this in real life?” or “Why do all these white supremacists and men’s rights activists keep following me?” or “Why does everyone think I’m transphobic and homophobic?” This is entirely a self-inflicted problem. When you don’t make it sufficiently clear what parts of your kink are real and what parts of it are fantasy, you are responsible for that. You chose to blur that line between fiction and reality, and that means you take on an implicit responsibility for people not knowing where you stand. If you don’t like that, in the immortal words of Tumblr users everywhere, TAG YOUR PORN.

And it’s also why I make my Tumblr blog the way it is. I tag my fiction as fiction not just because it’s easier to find that way, but because I want people to know that the things I write about as kinky fantasies aren’t the things I believe, even if they’re told in the first person. I put big-P Political posts on there so that you, my audience, know that when I write about women being brainwashed, it is an opt-in consensual fantasy and not my stance on feminism. I post silly, goofy little shitposts sometimes, not just because I think they’re funny but because I want you to know that I am a real human being and not a persona. I make my blog real so that when I’m lying, you know it.

And hopefully, you enjoy it.