The Thing I Wish I’d Learned Faster About Kink

March 4, 2018

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I’ve been involved in kink since I was probably about nineteen. And as with a lot of people, I formed a lot of my initial impressions of kink from mainstream portrayals of BDSM, which tend to be… I mean, they’re not great even now, but when I was growing up, they tended to be three bits of shorthand that told the audience “this person is a pervert” in as little time as possible so that the relatively vanilla story could unfold with that piece of information taken as read. (Kind of like everyone carrying a paper bag in television shows and movies has a baguette sticking out of it, because it’s a prop that says “this bag is full of groceries” in clear and unambiguous terms.) The three “tells” on a character being kinky were:

  • They expressed drooling fascination with women’s feet.
  • They wore women’s underwear under their clothes.
  • They asked people to tell them they were naughty… or if they were women, they told men that they were worms and demanded they crawl. (Frequently while wearing leather or holding a riding crop or both.)

Note that the last one is the only signifier that women were allowed to have to indicate that they were kinky – kinky women humiliated their partners. Humiliation is an inherent part of the mainstream conception of BDSM, to the point where every single vanilla representation of alternative sexuality includes it. I’m not going to say that this permanently warped my concept of kink, but it did make me feel like I was in the minority because I didn’t want to be humiliated when I submitted.

And I have very slowly come around to the idea that not only am I not in the minority in wanting to submit without humiliation, I’m also not in the minority in thinking I’m in the minority. I think a lot of people who are into wearing traditionally feminine clothing, who are into foot worship, who are into intelligence reduction and rough sex and really a lot of other fetishes, have seen those things presented in tandem with humiliation play so frequently and so often (and not just in mainstream presentations, either, he says, glancing at his Tumblr page) that they assume that humiliation play is the default for BDSM.

It is not. Humiliation is a particular fetish. It is not integral to any kind of play. If you are a submissive who does not want to be humiliated, you have the right to say no to that aspect of things. If you are a Dominant whose top drop is exacerbated by having to put on a persona involving humiliation, you have the right to say no to that aspect of things too. I am going to say it again, big and bold right here for everyone to read:

You do not have to consent to humiliation to get your other kinky needs met, as a Dominant or a submissive.

It took me a long time to get that, and some really wonderful partners who helped me understand it as well. Every kink can be expressed without humiliation. If you’re a guy and you want to wear traditionally feminine clothing, you can do that and have your Dom/me tell you how pretty you look. If you want your submissive man to explore their bisexuality, you can do it without calling them a faggot or a sissy. If you want to be held down and fucked, your Dom/me can tell you how beautiful you look when you’re helpless. If you want to take someone’s thoughts away one by one and leave them struggling with complex ideas, you can do it without using terms like “bimbo” if they don’t like hearing it. All of these things can be done in a spirit of praise and love and respect for the submissive’s ability to submit to the person they are choosing to give control to.

Now, this doesn’t mean that I’m against humiliation play. It’s very much YKINMK here, and I can’t imagine ever doing it, but if you get something out of it and it turns you on, then go for it. But if you’re in a situation where everything is hot about the scene except for that lingering discomfort you get when the insults and shame comes out, stop the scene. Safeword if you have to. And talk it out. Because honestly, more people feel like you do than you think, and you have the right to feel comfortable in your kink. There is nothing wrong with what you’re doing, and nobody should make you feel like there is unless that’s specifically what you’re into.

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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Smells Like Teen Spirit”!

March 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–”Windfall”  has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Smells Like Teen Spirit” (MC MF MD)!

Ophelia is going to a special event hosted by Sable Fire,  her favorite perfume company. It’s the unveiling of a very special new fragrance – ‘Void Blossom’. But it turns out that Erik Midnight, company founder and head designer of all of the company’s perfumes, has put something a little extra into Void Blossom, and it’s going to take all of Ophelia’s willpower and intelligence to avoid being a permanent guest of Sable Fire. Here’s a whiff:

Ophelia stepped inside, glancing at the bottles of perfume lining the shelves on the far wall. Each of them had a picture of an indigo rose, its petals opening endlessly outward from a center of starry darkness. ‘Void Blossom’, it said just below each rose. Her pulse quickening with anticipation, Ophelia crossed the room, picked up one of the bottles, and gave herself a little spritz.

Everything seemed to happen at once after that. The scent of the perfume hit her with an overwhelming rush, cloying and thick like the cheap deodorant Ophelia used when she was thirteen. The door locked behind her with a soft, menacing click, and when Ophelia spun to face it the room lurched sickeningly with her, leaving her unsteady on her feet for a moment. And the wall opened up to reveal a massive television behind a layer of safety glass, with none other than Erik Midnight himself displayed on the screen.

He looked just like his pictures, a slender man with sandalwood skin and a shaved head with ornate patterns drawn on it in gold makeup.. His eyes and lips were done in gold, too, as well as the highlights of his cheekbones. Even his immaculately-trimmed beard was dyed a lustrous golden color. “Hello, Ophelia,” he said, his lips quirking in a crooked smile. “It’s so nice to see you face to face at last, if not in person. You’re looking lovely today, although I hope not as lovely as you will soon.”

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Windfall”!

March 1, 2018

Over the last few months, I missed a few of my Early Bird Sneak Peeks. So to make up for that, here’s a sneak peek at this week’s story for the EMCSA, “Windfall”! (MC FF)

The spores that sprouted this spring, out in the wilderness past a tiny North Dakota town have been waiting for someone to find them for a long time. They have a purpose. And for one woman, that purpose is about to become hers. Here’s a taste:

The dissection proved to be the turning point. Keep in mind, I am an expert on wild fungus. I’m not lazy or careless, and I know that inhaled spores can be dangerous. I was wearing my mask, I was wearing latex gloves, and I had squeezed all the dust out of the puffball the night before to make sure I wasn’t dealing with a lot of active spores to begin with. I was ready to handle just about anything known to science.

But these spores were beautifully, wondrously unknown. The second my scalpel touched the puffball, it exploded in a cloud of musty-smelling dust every bit as thick as the one I squeezed out of it when I first found it, one that went straight through my filters like they weren’t there. I gasped in surprise, so startled by the sudden smoky haze that I didn’t even realize I was breathing them in, and that was when I felt it. The communion.

It wasn’t communication. I want to stress that. I didn’t hear a voice speaking to me, I didn’t even get feelings or impressions. It was more of an understanding. A sense of complete comprehension about what the spores were, and what they could achieve. What they could give me, if I opened myself up to the possibilities they offered. It didn’t feel like a compulsion to me at all. I just knew exactly what I needed to do, and once I knew, I was eager to begin.

Please understand, my behavior–my mind–it wasn’t altered at all. Not like the others.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for February 2018

February 25, 2018

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Another month is now in the books, so let’s get back to the stories I posted in February and see if I can give a little bit of insight as to how they went from initial concept to final version, shall we?

Evergreen: This was one that started with the title first–I saw the word “evergreen”, and thought of it in terms of one of its connotations as something that doesn’t expire or end its usefulness. Which, the obvious extrapolation to draw from that meaning in the context of my stories is a post-hypnotic suggestion or trigger. So I knew it was going to involve someone meeting a person they hadn’t seen for a long time, having a trigger used on them and having it work (which can happen in real life, if the subject consciously or unconsciously wants it to).

I thought it would have more impact if the person involved didn’t know they had the trigger and responded anyway, so we were looking at a trance-and-amnesia suggestion. It needed to be a circumstance in which the subject would naturally meet someone who remembered him even if he didn’t remember them (gender pairing was entirely arbitrary here–this could have been MD, FF or MM) and a reunion seemed normal. But I didn’t want it to be a school reunion, because classmates wouldn’t necessarily have the power dynamic I wanted. So it was someone meeting their old tutor at a surprise “This Is Your Life” style party. That had the advantage of clarifying the subject’s social status, because a party like that and a private tutor are both associated with money, which also provided a reason for this person to want to come back into his life besides just “sexy sexy ooh”.

With all that clarified, the story itself flowed very smoothly. I wish they all came together that easy.

Vapour: When I saw this song title, the obviously British spelling put me in mind of England, and the word “vapour” put me in mind of the spiritualism craze of Edwardian London. I went a bit further back than the Edwardians, because my mind connected the still-developing ball of associations to steampunk mad scientists, and it all sort of jumbled together with my then-recent rewatch of the TOS Star Trek episode “Where No Man Has Gone Before” to come up with the idea of a steampunk Victorian mad scientist who had been experimenting on the kinds of things that the spiritualists loved to talk about and came up with a mind-amplifying device that sent his will out as fog.

And if you’ve got fog and Victorian London, you’re going to have someone out walking in that fog, and naturally it just seemed to click that she would start out thinking it was normal fog and gradually sink under its control. And get “lost in the fog”, literally and metaphorically, before being drawn to the scientist’s lair. The ending, I confess, was really just there as a sort of, “This is boring if it just ends with sex” plot kludge, and I’m not entirely thrilled with it. But I think it beat all of the alternatives I came up with, and sometimes writing is just a matter of doing the best you can and hoping people like it.

Um…: I knew I wanted to do another induction, and I’d kind of been on a thought-stopping kick lately as something I’ve really enjoyed. I’m still not happy with all of the associations between intelligence reduction play and humiliation (really, if there’s a single thing I would like to make every single person in every single kink scene sign off on, it’s that you do not have to accept humiliation play as the price of getting your actual fetish fulfilled) but I’m finding more and more that there is something hot about the sense of real control associated with actually thinking less. So I wrote an induction specifically themed around using a trigger to disrupt thoughts on a temporary basis, consensually, with the understanding that it may be what you want. I’m very pleased with the result, as you may already have heard.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind: As soon as I saw this title, I was basically like, “Oh my God, how have I not done this already?” Because let’s face it, it’s an immediately evocative and sexy idea–the subject has been hypnotized, but every time they wake they forget being hypnotized, so they constantly rationalize everything they’re doing as their own entirely rational and free-willed decision that has perfectly logical reasons that aren’t at all just their brain desperately trying to construct a plausible rationalization for their obedience. And of course, it’s also an amnesia loop, which is always hot as fuck. This one flowed so easily I barely even had to think about it before I started writing.

And that’s the shortest month out of the way! Join me next week for another blog entry and next month for another Liner Notes!

The March Challenge

February 18, 2018

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I mentioned this on my Tumblr last night, but I want to make a blog post about it because I’d kind of like to make sure it doesn’t get lost in the shuffle. I’ve just posted an induction piece to Literotica and the EMCSA called “Um…” that I think is a pretty darned good hypnotic induction. I would like to do an audio recording of it, but as I’m sure you can imagine, I have a lot of things I’d like to do and I have to prioritize. So I figure if people want me to prioritize stuff that is kinky and hot and makes them have orgasms, they can let me know.

Here’s how:

All next month, I will keep track of how much I collect weekly in pledges. If it averages over $150, I will go ahead and make the recording and release it for free on Tumblr. (I will also put it up on my Patreon.) If not, that’s okay too; that tells me that y’all aren’t so much interested in hearing me read out my inductions and I can focus on other things. I’m currently at $146, so I don’t think there needs to be that much extra interest (although there are always a few people who unsubscribe every Friday and resubscribe every Sunday, so what’s $146 now might not be $146 when I collect pledges. I don’t make a big deal out of it, because I figure everyone makes their own ethical decisions, but it is a thing that happens.) But I do want to see how this goes.

So when March rolls around, if you have an extra five to ten bucks to throw my way, I’m going to make it more worth your while than usual. Let’s see how it works!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Black Reign”!

February 15, 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–”Um…”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Black Reign” (MC FF)!

This is a special commission that will not be available outside of my Patreon account for the next eighteen months, due to the circumstances surrounding its commissioning, so this will be the only place you’ll be able to find it for quite some time. (And not to toot my own horn, but this is one of my better ones.)

Millions of miles from known space, Rhea and her ship the Nora have suffered a catastrophic accident. Her only chance of survival is to board the vessel preventing her from jumping back to warp speed and deactivating its hyperdrive…but the massive Kaiju-class ship is hiding a secret that could be worse than death for Rhea. Here’s a taste:

Once she was inside, there was a long pause as atmosphere cycled into the room. Rhea had no intention of breathing any of it–she was using her EVA gear as an improvised bio-hazard suit–but she did a quick analysis of it. Fresh and clean, straight from the atmosphere generators. Kaiju class had its advantages. She allowed herself a trifling second to fantasize about decontaminating the whole ship, top to bottom, and coming home in charge of the single largest salvage haul of the last century, but then the inner door opened and she was too busy freaking the fuck out to daydream.

The second the door opened, a thin black sludge spilled out into the airlock, covering Rhea’s boots with a sloshing wave of gunk as it rushed into the room. It was faintly iridescent, sort of like the sheen on a puddle of oil, but it sure as hell wasn’t hydrocarbons. Rhea’s scanner choked up and died trying to analyze it. She didn’t bother rebooting; instead, she lifted up her boot, just to make sure that it wasn’t eating through the fabric of her suit. It didn’t seem to be acidic, but it clung like ashy mud or dark syrup. She decided she didn’t want to stick around to find out what else it did. Time to get her ass in gear.

Inside, the stuff was practically ubiquitous, spraying down from the corridor’s fire suppression lines in a steady drizzle of dark mist. It reminded Rhea of trips to the pet store as a kid, seeing the amphibians basking in a stream of artificial fog to keep their skin moist. The fluid collected in puddles along the hallway and flowed through the drainage vents below with a slurping sound that Rhea really wished she couldn’t hear. She moved forwards at top speed, relying on her helmet lights to show her the way through the greasy fog.

Hope you enjoy it!

My Favorite Things: Authority Subversion

February 11, 2018

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I’ve talked a bit in the past about some of the things that I think of as personal turn-ons, and one of the ones I’m kind of surprised I haven’t done a post on is one that I’ve mentioned in a lot of other contexts. It is universally, 100% of the time, even in a story that’s otherwise not particularly very hot, always always always a sexy and exciting thing when the societal power structure that we expect to encounter on being introduced to the world of the story is upended through mind control.

In case that sounds too clinical, I’m talking about students hypnotizing teachers, subordinates hypnotizing bosses, or criminals hypnotizing cops (or, ahem, superheroes). It’s incredibly hot when you take someone who we as the audience have been conditioned our whole lives to see as authority figures with all sorts of unspoken and assumed power granted to them by society, and then use mind control to peel all those layers of authority away to reveal a secret desire to be dominated and controlled that’s so strong that all the power in the world doesn’t help them against it. It’s very sexy to know that you might be the boss, you might be the arresting officer, you might be the person who has all the theoretical power in the world…but right here, right now, you are utterly helpless to resist the person in front of you. That kind of scene always makes the mind control feel stronger, because it’s pushing uphill against the expectations of the reality we live in, and strong mind control is sexy mind control.

And the truly wonderful thing about it is that because D/s is inherently a power exchange dynamic, you can even subvert that with mind control. There’s nothing quite so hot as a Dominant character who suddenly finds that they want to submit, especially to their own submissive. (Although, tooting my own horn, it’s also hot when a physically powerful Dominant can’t resist a mentally powerful Dominant who uses his own body against him.) Or you can use power in a different sense, like the power a blackmailer has over their victim, and subvert that authority slowly over the course of a whole story. (Not gonna lie, this is one of my best.) And of course, you can have the power dynamic expressed in a literal form before being subverted, like, say, having the submissive character hold a gun to the head of the dominant and still wind up giving in. It’s a very flexible trope.

I’ve used it plenty of other places (“Unbelievable”, “Dressed for Success”, and “Bent 4 U” to name a few) but I’d also like to point to a couple of other authors who’ve made it work nicely. “Clarification Question” is a long story about a more-or-less consensual hypnosis relationship between a professor and one of his current/former students who simply can’t resist his weakness for hypnotic domination. It’s got some very nice sequences, and in the later chapters a nice theme of serial recruitment creeping in as the author suggests that maybe the story’s Domme might be a sub herself. And softi wrote a very nice story called “Changes” that directly subverts the D/s power dynamic with a woman who finds herself melting into submission as the hypnosis she knows so well is used against her. It’s a piece that really shows just how much is possible with one of my very favorite things.

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Autopilot” and “Kill 4 U”!

February 8, 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–“Vapour”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two stories, “Autopilot” (MC MA) and “Kill 4 U” (MC MF MD)!

In “Autopilot”, an engineer gets what she hopes will be the ride of her life when she calls an auto-driving sober cab. But as she finds out, technology has its dangers, and there’s more than one way to be steered. Here’s a taste:

Once she was buckled in, the car said, “Please state your destination.” Ashley almost wanted to clam up for a minute, just to see what would happen, but this kind of speech recognition technology was nothing new, and it was almost one in the morning. She decided she could always go for a taxi ride tomorrow if she wanted to beta test.
She’d have to, really, if only to get her car back. “147 Maryland Avenue,” she said, as clearly as she could. In response, the car smoothly pulled out into traffic and began to drive. After a moment, a small pop-up menu appeared in the middle of the windshield. It looked a little incongruous floating in the middle of the street, but Ashley reminded herself that what she was seeing wasn’t really the outside. The plasma screen was just showing her a view of what the driving cameras picked up, just like the people outside were only seeing a projected image of a cab’s interior.

The menu read, ‘Driving Imagery: 1-Exterior (Default), 2-Pastoral, 3-Clouds, 4-Starfield, 5-Psychedelic, *-Display/Hide Menu’. Ashley looked down to see a little number pad built into the armrest. She tapped the number three, and suddenly the view shifted–not just from the windows, but all over the car. What she had taken as the walls and roof were also plasma screens, and they now displayed a vivid blue sky with clouds all around. Even the floor turned into an extension of the cloudscape, as though her little couch was zooming unsupported through the air miles above the earth.

That felt more unnerving than relaxing for Ashley, so she tapped on the five key instead. The screens smoothly transitioned to a melting swirl of random bands of color that flowed and ebbed around the interior of the vehicle. It felt like she had somehow climbed inside a deleted scene from ‘Yellow Submarine’, but then again Ashley had always liked ‘Yellow Submarine’. She tapped the star key and the menu receded into a tiny speck of darkness that she quickly lost track of among the moving colors.

While in “Kill 4 U”, Service Unit 4U is back with a new mission. She’s not sure what it is–the details have been kept secret even from her–but she knows that it’s dangerous enough for her Masters to have her killed. By other service units. Here’s a taste:

The Masters have perfected slavery. I don’t say this as a statement of ego; I’m proud of the perfection of my obedience, of course, but it’s not really my doing. Before I was Service Unit 4U, Haley Keene had no idea that she was even capable of perfection. She certainly hadn’t achieved it. The Masters took someone ordinary and gifted them with total compliance to their will, and by making them perfectly obedient, they made it possible to be perfect in every other way. There’s no limit to what a mind totally focused on a single goal can do.

Which is why it’s pointless to send another service unit to kill me. I’m almost surprised the Masters didn’t realize that, but of course, we are their faultless tools. They made us to be impeccable extensions of their will. Who else would they send to commit a murder?

I think there are three service units tasked with killing me right now. They, too, are perfect in their own way; if I were a normal, fallible human being, I would already be dead. But I have been programmed to follow my instructions with the same diligence, the same implacable excellence that they have. I know all their strategems for assassination because I have been programmed with those same skills. I know how to evade them because I have to know. I’ve been given a mission, and I can’t fulfill it if I’m dead. So I must survive.

Hope you enjoy them!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Eight

February 4, 2018

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We are once again on our intermittent journey through my old stories, or at least those that feature practical hypnosis through non-magical or science-fictional means, to see whether the stories are a) realistic (“Could someone do this?” and b) ethical (“Should someone do this?”) Again, I don’t always feel like a fantasy needs to be ethical, so long as it’s understood that what you imagine in the safe space of your own mind is not always a good idea to do to a real human being who can be emotionally, mentally, or physically traumatized by some of the things that seem hot when there are no consequences. Let’s see what those fantasies are like, though, shall we?

Talk Dirty to Me: This one scores incredibly low on both the “realistic” and “ethical” fronts, which is probably the best way for a fantasy like this to work–if it’s something you shouldn’t do to someone, you probably shouldn’t be able to do it either. It’s very obvious that Melissa would see having her language fucked with as a hard limit and not a humiliation kink, and it is highly unlikely that Tia would ever be able to implant a suggestion like this, let alone after the first session. (Honestly, it’s pretty unlikely she would even be able to get her into a trance at all.)

That said, it’s a very hot fantasy because it subverts a traditional power dynamic–there’s always something hot about taking the person who society says should be in charge and putting them in a position where they have to obey the person who is traditionally subject to that authority, so I think the “could you and should you do this?” part takes a back seat to, “Wouldn’t it be hot if the person who ran my life had to do what I told them to?” Which is, emotionally, what this is tapping into.

Play the Game: This one, on the other hand, does probably fall into that gray area of being plausible with the right group of people under the right circumstances even if I wouldn’t recommend doing it without a lot of real and serious conversation about consent that doesn’t seem to have happened at all in the actual story, especially not with the protagonist who is inducted (literally and figuratively) without any discussion at all.

But the central premise of it–a group of people get together and have hypnosis contests that end when all but one person is in trance–is something very doable, especially since the suggestions are mainly “have lots of sex and enjoy losing the contest more and more each time”. If Alexis was willing to present it openly as that, and get the consent of the other women involved (all of whom seem to be at least heteroflexible if not bi or lesbian) then this would be an entirely okay hypnosis game to play. As written, though Alexis is clearly taking advantage of diminished capacity to consent both to have sex with the other characters and to implant suggestions to make them more submissive. That’s something that the women involved would be more likely to resist, and even if they didn’t, it’s something that should stay in the realm of imagination.

Moment of Weakness: This one is probably also in the gray area of “maybe doable, definitely unethical”. Even in the story which is ostensibly a fantasy, you can see that Lori’s suggestions to Joan (which amount to telling her to violate her own professional ethics and exacerbate Lori’s compulsive behavior regarding hypnosis and sex) are causing Joan a considerable amount of distress and she is trying very hard to resist them despite not knowing that they’re suggestions. In real life, depending on the specific people involved, the suggestions would probably be rejected by the subconscious entirely. And even if they weren’t, they would cause a lot of serious anguish as Joan experienced a profound incongruity between her subconscious mind’s desire to have sex with Lori (this is definitely a suggestion with a lot of secondary gain) and her conscious ethical code. A major “don’t try this at home” story, albeit one that could happen under the wrong circumstances.

Miss You: As with the previous two, you’d need to assume a lot of facts not in evidence to make this work as a practical matter–Roger would have to be manipulating Cho with more than just hypnosis to get her to change the way she dressed, convince her to get a tattoo, and answer to a different name. But that’s all possible; you can have relationships where one partner is controlling and manipulative and isolates the other partner before getting them to make significant changes in behavior, and Roger could have found his Fujiko-to-be if the story was real. Now, he obviously shouldn’t, because gaslighting and manipulating your partner to make her over into the physical and mental image of your ex is horrible and awful and you shouldn’t fucking do it ever ever ever, but I don’t necessarily think it’s implausible even if I would never ever ever try.

The ending, though, is entirely unbelievable, for reasons I more or less outlined in the snippet of pseudo-sequel here. Fujiko is very much not in a receptive frame of mind to hypnosis, she’s never going to be, and anything Roger does to try to put her under is just going to make her trust him even less. Maybe not literally to the point where a real person would put a steel-toed boot into his junk, but certainly a real Roger would get nowhere with a real Fujiko. Which is a very good thing.

Feels Like the First Time: This one is, apart from the framing sequence which is only highly plausible, pretty much an accurate account of a hypnosis session that occurred in real life. I was the subject, Lady Ru’etha was the hypnotist, and I think I can say that as the person in question, I felt then and feel now like I was unimpaired and able to give informed consent to everything we did. And given that this led to a very wonderful seventeen-year-long relationship, I’m going to go out on a limb and call this one both possible and ethical. A nice way to end the entry, honestly. 🙂

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Front Porch Thing”!

February 2, 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–“Evergreen”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Front Porch Thing” (MC)!

Kate has come home from the big city to visit her mom and dad in Hickory Springs, the sleepy little town she grew up in (and grew out of). But even though nothing ever changes in Hickory Springs, Kate discovers that something’s a little bit different on this visit. Something nobody but Kate seems to notice. Here’s a taste:

“Wake up, honey, we’re home!” Kate had a momentary sense of dislocation, unsure for a moment whether she was dreaming about growing up and she was really just getting home from a trip to see her grandmother, but she blinked it away and came back to herself just in time to see them pulling into the driveway. Sure enough, the house looked exactly like it always did. It had the same rustic cedar siding, the same bright red trim, the same old garage too full of stuff to park a car in, the same covered porch–

Kate stared in confusion for a moment, sure she was still dreaming. She got out of the stopped car, scarcely even noticing the stiffness in her legs or the weariness in her body. She walked up to the front porch in a wide-eyed daze, barely able to believe her eyes. “What…what is that?” she asked, her voice suffused with an incredulity that shaded into horror. “What is that?” she repeated, unable to stop herself.

Her dad merely shrugged and went around to the trunk to grab her luggage. “It’s our front porch thing,” he said, somehow managing to sound more indifferent than he had about pre-treated lumber. He hauled out Kate’s bags and set them in the driveway expectantly, but Kate didn’t even begin to pick up on the hint. She was too busy staring at the thing on the porch.

It was big, bigger than she was tall even though she’d inherited her father’s lanky frame. She didn’t think she could reach all the way around it, either, not that she had any intention of getting close enough to try. Something about the size, the mottled greenish-brown color, the thick veins that ran from its base all the way up to the tip and pulsed so faintly that Kate could almost convince herself she was imagining the motion…it all combined to freak her right the fuck out. It looked like something out of a horror movie, the kind of thing the hero burned in the third act only to find out in the last five minutes that there was a whole field of the damn things out back of the house. It looked like any second it would split open to disgorge a host of facehuggers the size of small ponies. It looked terrifying.

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