Posts Tagged ‘writing’

Why I Like What I Do

August 28, 2011

I write a lot of smut, in case you haven’t noticed. If I were to be slightly cruel to Simon and dump my entire backlog of stories onto him to post, I would wind up with a whopping 246 stories at the EMCSA. Now, that’s not an entirely fair measurement of quantity–some writers have spent years working on a single 77-chapter magnum opus, whereas the majority of my stuff clocks in at six or seven pages–but I think it’s clear at this point that I’m pretty prolific. I must have some reason for that. And despite all of the lovely readers who have shelled out for my ebooks out there, it’s not financial. 🙂 So why?

In the end, I think it’s because I’m good at it. Not just writing smut in particular, but writing in general. I am, not to toot my own horn overmuch, a pretty talented author…and I have chosen to write smut because nobody does. Sex is a huge part of the human experience; it’s where we all start, it’s a major part of our adult experience, it’s a driver of politics and economics and relationships and the human condition. But somehow, when it comes time to actually talk about it, we have been trained to draw a genteel curtain over the event and say, “No, no. These things should not be spoken of. They are acts to be ashamed of.”

The same thing does not happen in war stories. We never have people detail the entire training process, explain how they get shipped out to the battlefield, and then have the soldier say, “And then, Gentle Reader, I must leave the rest to your imagination.” Horror movies don’t cut away from the gore; in fact, they’re frequently adored in direct relation to the amount of gore they have. But romances always skip the sex. Even the thought of showing the sex is anathema; “respectable” actresses don’t work in the nude. Violence is okay. Sex is not.

I don’t think about that very often when I’m writing these stories; any truly honest writer will admit that the process is a lot more mechanistic and less driven by the wellsprings of inspiration than we want to pretend. (“So and so has to do this at this time in order to make this moment later on seem plausible. And it’ll be a cool scene, too.”) But when I do think about it, I think that it’s important to redress that balance just a little. It’s important to have something that is well-written, says things about life and the people who live it…and is also full of hot sex. Because people have hot sex every day, and it’d be nice if they didn’t think they were the only ones.

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Five Minute Drills

August 24, 2011

Back in 2008, Wiseguy asked people to write pieces of flash fiction in exactly five minutes. Didn’t matter how long they were, as long as you wrote them in five minutes. I was thinking about them tonight, because for the sake of my dignity, I’d at least like to be only six days behind on this blog and it’s less than twenty minutes to midnight. 🙂 And I figured I could share mine with you, since I doubt many people who read this blog ever saw them. So without further ado, my Five Minute Drills!

***

Janna drew her dildo from its sheath and held it out in front of her. “You can never win, Marat. Evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction.”

Marat flicked a switch, and her own phallus begin to vibrate. “This is your final chance, Janna. Join the Lesbian Conspiracy, or perish in sapphic pleasure.”

“Never!” Janna shouted, turning her own vibrator on and bringing it down in an overhand strike at Marat’s pert breasts. Marat blocked the blow, and Janna felt tingling up her arms to the elbow as the twin sex toys clashed.

“You are a fool,” Marat snarled, pushing Janna’s own dildo back towards her breasts. “You could have been a ruler of this world, and instead, you will suffer the ultimate fate–death by orgasm.”

Janna tried with all her might to hold back the vibrating sex toy, but as it slowly pressed against her nipple, she feared that Marat might in fact be right…

***

Gina groaned, trying to keep her mind focused on baseball, on her job, on anything but the vibrating butt plug whirring away in her ass.

“You can’t fight it forever, you know,” Kara said. “Sooner or later, you’re going to orgasm, and when you do, the drug will anchor itself to your neural receptors. And when that happens, you’re going to be my slave. Forever.” She patted Gina’s pussy gently, sending all-too-pleasant shocks through her body.

“…i can fight this…” Gina gasped out, struggling against the ropes that held her. “I’m not…not gonna be your slave…”

“Guess it’s time to pull out the big guns,” Kara said. She reached under the bed, and pulled out something that looked like a cross between a sex toy and a power tool. Which was exactly what it was, Gina realized. A dildo, mounted on a massive pumping shaft. “Nobody’s ever lasted longer than five minutes with this baby shoved inside their cunt,” Kara said, revving it up. “No matter how hard they tried. I call it…my five-minute drill.”

***

(This third one was written under the explicit rules, “Write for 5 minutes from a perspective far removed from your own. That is, try writing as a different sex and/or sexual orientation and/or D/s perspective from what you are.”)

Bob sighed as he shot his load into Carol, purely for the purposes of procreation. “Ah,” he said. “It’s so wonderful to be having missionary-position sex with my wife, purely consensually and free of any sort of hypnotic coercion!”

Carol nodded in agreement. “But only because we’re married and under God’s covenant,” she reminded him. “If we weren’t, it’d be a sin in the eyes of the Lord.”

“Very true,” Bob said. “Just like that homosexuality I hear about. Good thing we don’t have anything like that here in the good old U S of A!”

“You said it, darling,” Carol responded. “Homosexuality and bisexuality is for those degenerate Europeans, not for true-blooded Americans like us! We don’t even use sex toys, let alone any sort of sinister ‘mind control’ to increase our arousal or the pleasure of our coupling! Vanilla sex is the best sex!”

Then a rampaging elephant trampled them both to death.

The Hows and Whys Of Mind Control: Conditioning

August 11, 2011

This particular theme has been on my mind fairly prominently today, for reasons I may or may not go into later, so I thought I’d do another one of my posts on different methods of mind control! Today we look at the original, the classic, the mother of them all: Conditioning!

Conditioning is the simple, mechanical process of using a system of rewards and punishments to train a person to perform a particular behavior. It could be argued that we learn just about everything, from cradle to grave, through some sort of conditioning; starting with toilet-training and moving on to school, work, and most importantly for our purposes, fun kinky sex games. 🙂 Usually, the conditioning is reward based, what gets frequently called “pleasure-conditioning” in stories like this; the subject is trained with stimulation of their erogenous zones to associate obedience with arousal and orgasms until they don’t want to disobey. Alternatively, and slightly more brutally, the subject is conditioned with punishment until they are unable to think of refusing their captor’s commands.

Remember when I said that hypnosis was unique in being an achievable form of mind control? Well, I lied. This one’s as common as dirt in real life, showing up so many places that it’s almost unnoticed due to its sheer ubiquitousness. It’s not used much in D/s play; honestly, most of the time the people who get spanked actually crave it. But if you’re reading this, then you’ve been conditioned somewhere along the line.

Some stories of mine that prominently feature conditioning: “Xanadu”, “Under My Thumb”, “Cruel To Be Kind”.

Possibly Amusing

August 4, 2011

This month’s contest on the Mind Control Forums isn’t a story contest (someday, I might list which of the stories up on the EMCSA are contest entries and what inspired them…) It’s actually a review contest. To enter, you have to review other people’s stories and constructively critique them in an interesting and entertaining fashion.

I am tempted to enter, but not entirely certain. I’m tempted because I do enjoy reviewing other people’s work; I’ve written a few reviews on my various vanilla blogs, talking about what I liked and disliked about other people’s writing, and I’ve also done some proofreading for published authors who have indicated to me afterwards that they really felt I improved their finished product. So there is that going for it.

I’m uncertain because I know that I am not a gentle critic. I believe that the best way you improve is by having someone go through your work word by word, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, sparing absolutely no awkward turn of phrase or contrived plot twist. I only review for people who I believe to be entirely committed to improving their writing skills and secure enough in their abilities that they will not let any mild ego-bruising that I give them get in the way of revising their work. That doesn’t always apply on the EMCSA, where people just want to be allowed to post their sex fantasies without having to get all “literary” and don’t want people pointing out all their spelling and grammar errors.

On the other hand, the potential deal-maker? The winner gets all of their stories reviewed by the contest judge. Every single one. Given that I now have 194 stories on the Archive, and four more posted by the time the contest finishes, I’m tempted to go all out just to see if the reviewer’s able to follow through on his promises if I win. 🙂

The Hows and Whys of Mind Control: Subliminals

July 6, 2011

As previously mentioned, this is my attempt to break down the different types of mind control that get used in erotic mind control stories, more or less just for the fun of it. Today, we’re looking at “subliminals”.

A subliminal message is one that is encoded with additional information that the conscious mind cannot process, but which the unconscious mind understands. This extra information is not evaluated critically, since the conscious mind isn’t aware of it; instead, it’s simply accepted unthinkingly and becomes a part of the subject’s core understanding. This can take the form of pictures or text that flash past too quickly to read, or speech that is delivered at a pitch or volume that the conscious mind doesn’t hear…pretty much any time someone slips messages past the audience, you’re talking subliminals.

The actual theory behind subliminal messages has been pretty universally discredited, making this one of the more “cinematic” mind control tropes; that said, it’s very popular for a variety of reasons. There’s a lot of overlap between science-fiction fans and mind-control fetishists, mainly due to the common use of all these tropes in sexualized contexts in sci-fi and fantasy, and there’s also a lot of overlap between sci-fi fans and people who make their own videos and audios. So a lot of these people are already interested in the idea of putting together their own videos…and the thought of one that could also get them a sex slave is a major bonus. 🙂 Also, it hits a common button in the MC fetish, the idea of gradual transformation…a lot of the stories focus on someone listening to the song/watching the video again and again, each time becoming just a little bit more like the person their controller wants them to be.

Some stories of mine that prominently feature subliminals: “Girls On Film”, “Dare To Be Stupid”, “Jukebox Hero”, “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah”.

Behind the Music: Voices Carry

June 17, 2011

It’s been quite a while since I’ve done one of these, but you might remember that it’s a series about how my real-life experiences with hypnosis informed different stories I’ve written. This time, I’m going to discuss “Voices Carry”.

Actually, the reason I haven’t posted about this one is that to some extent, I kind of already did. Back in the first incarnation of this blog, when it was on HypnoThoughts, I posted a fairly detailed recounting of a truly wonderful experience I had with Lady Ru’etha during a brief layover She had in the Twin Cities. We had some lovely public tranceplay, some delicious snuggling, some quiet conversation…it was a very special day.

What I didn’t mention in that post is that I immediately left the airport and headed for work after Lady Ru’etha got onto Her plane, feeling like I was lighter than air the whole way. And the song playing on the radio was, you guessed it, “Voices Carry”. And I’m so bouncy that everything sounds romantic, even a song that’s very clearly about a romance where one partner is ashamed of letting anyone know that he’s dating the other, and I’m doing my usual thing of thinking about the title of whatever song I’m listening to on the radio and wondering if it could be made into a story…and then it hits me. We were doing public play. What if someone had overheard Her hypnotizing me and gotten drawn in?

From there, the story flowed very naturally and organically. The main character became a woman, because hello, cute woman being seduced by hypnotic Goddess = awesome! The story became a very thinly-veiled version of what actually happened (except that in the story, Lady Ru’etha was heading home, not heading out on a trip, because I thought it lent more of an interesting tone to the ending knowing that the main character lived in the same city as the hypnodomme. Oh, and the places are all fictionalized.) And the end result is probably one of my favorite stories.

OK, it wasn’t that short. But it would have been a lot longer if I hadn’t already described most of it.

The Hows and Whys of Mind Control: Magic

June 12, 2011

As previously mentioned, this is my attempt to break down the different types of mind control that get used in erotic mind control stories, more or less just for the fun of it. Today, we’re looking at “magic”.

“Magic” is actually a pretty vague catch-all term for any mind control method that openly and blatantly defies the laws of physics, psychology, and common sense; when a character uses hypnosis that makes someone do something they wouldn’t, it’s hypnosis, but when they use the Ring of Caer Ibormeith to lull them into a deep obedient trance, it’s magic. As you can imagine, this is a pretty blurry category. 🙂

But there are some common tropes. There’s the magic spell or ritual that puts someone into the control of a Master/Mistress; the controller speaks a few magic words, maybe gathers the hair or nail clippings of the victim, and bam! Instant sex slave. There are magic talismans that give the wielder powers of mind control over anyone they choose; lots of “magical harem” stories involve the person getting the talisman and spending the rest of the story picking and choosing the “worthy” victims. Frequently it involves characters being granted one-time chances to alter reality and using it for sex; pretty much every “genie” story could be lumped in under “magic”. And sometimes it’s just a catch-all for the totally unexplained and unexplainable; my own story “Whip It” featured a person obsessed with a sex shop that hadn’t been there last week and vanished as soon as its owner enslaved him. How? Why? It’s magic, baby. That’s all there is to it, sometimes.

Some stories of mine that prominently feature magic: “Can’t Buy Me Love”, “All She Wants To Do Is Dance”, “I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On”, “In Your Eyes”, “Eternal Flame”.

Fun With Statistics!

June 5, 2011

One of the neat things about Literotica (and one of the reasons that I decided to start posting my stories there as well as to the EMCSA) is that in addition to seeing people’s comments on my stories, you can also see statistics of how many times people have viewed each story and what they ranked it on a scale of 1 to 5! (Although honestly, the comments alone are worth it. One person said she thought I was writing at the level of “Anais Nin, Anne Rice, or other Higher Art writers of erotica.” There are really no higher compliments.)

So, since this is data I think is interesting, I thought I might share a few tidbits with you!

Most Viewed: Sweet Surrender has over 30,000 views (meaning you could populate a reasonably small town with the readers of that story alone.) Unwritten has 21,000 or so, as does Secret Journey; and most impressively to me, Urgent has hit 15,500 in about a week.

Best Rated: Love Like Winter has an amazingly strong 4.88 out of 5, although that is a bit biased due to the fact that people who weren’t grooving on the White Album probably didn’t bother with the third story of the trilogy. Sweet Surrender holds its 4.5 out of 5 on the strength of 133 votes, which is almost more impressive in some ways. There are a few others in the 4.5-4.6 range (Small Town, Invisible Touch, Flesh for Fantasy), which is also nice, but none of them have a ranking that high on 100+ votes the way Sweet Surrender does.

Worst Rated: Winter Wonderland has a 3.60 off of 10 votes, which I feel is because induction pieces aren’t really going to have much of a following on a mainstream erotica site even if it does have an explicit “Mind Control” section; while Cars has a 3.66 off of 32 votes, which I feel is because it was my first story and it kind of sucks compared to all the others. Even so, my worst stories poll as “slightly above average”, so I feel like I’m getting pretty strong feedback.

Most Commented: Urgent has six comments, although one of those is me politely asking a previous commenter what the holy living fuck he was talking about (he said it should have been explicitly labeled as “gay”, and he didn’t want to read that kind of “disgusting shit”. Which, setting aside the “huh?” factor of a porn reader who didn’t like lesbians, is still incorrect. It was in the “Lesbian” category, not “Mind Control”.) Other than that, Unwritten and Unsent both have five. Must be something about the “U”.

Anyway, hope that interests you! Feel free to head to Literotica and leave comments of your own!

The Hows and Whys Of Mind Control: Mind-Control Rays

May 11, 2011

As previously mentioned, this is my attempt to break down the different types of mind control that get used in erotic mind control stories, more or less just for the fun of it. Today, we’re looking at the “mind-control ray”.

That’s not always a literal ray of light, although it very frequently can be; “mind-control ray” is a catch-all term for any technological device that directly alters the thoughts of the victim either to make them susceptible to the control of the user, or to cause a specific behavior that is of benefit to the user. Usually it’s the former; for some reason, there’s a certain appeal to the idea of zapping someone with a ray gun and watching them go all blank-eyed and obedient. 🙂 But this would also apply to brainwashing helmets, control collars, and other various devices that turn women (this seems to be a predominantly yellow control method, for some reason) into mind-controlled sex toys. Or to make them uncontrollably aroused, or to reduce their intelligence, or…it’s actually a very flexible storytelling device.

Of course, it’s a pretty implausible trope, too; although you will sometimes hear about interesting experiments, and conspiracy theories abound, nobody seems to have been able to make a machine that actually alters the way people think. (At least, not directly, he says, glaring at his TV set…) Someday, perhaps, we’ll see it happen, but for now, if you want to brainwash someone, you’ll need to do it the old-fashioned way.

Some stories of mine that prominently feature mind-control rays: “Policy of Truth”, “If I Only Had a Brain”, “High On You”, “Hip To Be Square”, “The Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades”.

What Happened Next: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

April 7, 2011

I usually intend for the words “THE END” to appear at the end of my stories specifically to create an emotional impression. Even if I know what happens next, I don’t necessarily want the reader to share in that knowledge. After all, I think that the reader has the absolute right to decide what happens when the story’s over; my opinion of the events after the story ends is just that, and shouldn’t supersede the reader’s.

But every once in a while, I do have a pretty good idea, and this blog feels like the place to share it. While this isn’t meant to be “Word of God”, because I don’t believe in ’em, I do think of it as what happened after the words “THE END” for the story “Every Rose Has Its Thorn“. Which ended, as you may or may not recall…

WildRose listened to the tone in her voice, the tone no computer could disguise. “Sharpe,” she said, “I think we should meet. No earphones. No secrets. Face to face.” She paused, not quite sure how to say what she had to say, but letting that reckless excitement guide her words. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

There was a long pause before Sharpe spoke. “She brainwashed you, didn’t she.” It wasn’t even a question.

“What?” WildRose had expected a lot of different responses, but that wasn’t even on the top ten. “No! I just…I thought we should meet! We’ve been team-mates for something like six months now, we’ve saved each other’s lives, I think it’s kind of silly that we only communicate over seventeen layers of frequency encryption!” Oh, and I think you want to sleep with me, she decided not to add.

“Uh huh,” Sharpe said, her voice full of world-weary cynicism. “So you battle ‘Mistressmind’, you’re completely off the grid for about twenty minutes, and suddenly you’re full of ideas about the two of us meeting face to face? Wow, that’s the kind of coincidence that doesn’t come up often.”

WildRose rolled her eyes to the heavens. “I am not brainwashed!” she snapped out. “Listen to the police band right now! The squad cars are pulling up! Any second now, they’ll be reporting a defeated supervillain and a security guard who needs new pants!”

“Then it’s a trap,” Sharpe said. “She got to you, you told her about me, now she’s trying to lure me out into the open so she can complete her collection. Come on, how dumb do you think I am?”

“You so don’t want me to answer that right now,” WildRose grumbled. “Yes, fine, that’s right. You are right as always. It’s a trap. You’ve figured out our clever scheme. She cunningly got me to kick her in the back of the head, dislocate her shoulder, and gas her, all as part of her master plan to discover your secret identity! Wait until you see the next stage in her cunning strategy, where she becomes prison bitch to Big Aileen!”

“Hey!” Sharpe said, her own voice getting louder in WildRose’s earpiece. “Don’t take that attitude about it! You know the rules! Day One, I told you. No face to face. You accept my help or you don’t, but it’s on my terms!”

“That’s before I realized you were–” WildRose paused, her voice caught somewhere in the back of her throat. All her earlier courage seemed to have deserted her.

“Were what?” Sharpe said. “Hello? Still there? Did something happen? Did Mistressmind break out somehow?”

WildRose sighed. “I wanted to talk about this in person, but…I heard it in your voice. You like me.”

“Most of the time, yeah. I mean, I’ve gone through three of those little stress balls, and I’m popping antacids by the handful, but…”

“No, I mean…” WildRose wiggled her eyebrows, then realized how stupid she had to look to anyone watching. “You like me. As in, y’know…the way women tennis players like each other.”

There was a long pause. “Women tennis players? SRSLY? Are you going to use the Indigo Girls as your next simile, or do I get treated to an ‘Ellen’ reference?”

WildRose tried to remind herself of why she was doing this. “Look, I’m not good at this, okay? I just thought…if you wanted, maybe we could meet, because…Sharpe?” She took a deep breath. “I’m gay too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sharpe said. “I just thought that honestly, you probably wouldn’t be too into me. I mean, you’re always lusting after the amazonian type, and–”

WildRose’s voice could have cut diamond. “You. Know?”

“I did my due diligence, you don’t hide your browsing habits very well, and straight girls don’t go to ‘BigTittedAmazons.Com’,” Sharpe said apologetically. “I just figured scrawny geek girls didn’t do it for you.”

WildRose smiled, feeling her courage return. “Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. But if you don’t meet me at the Java Bar in an hour, we’ll never find out. And wouldn’t that be a shame?”

There was a long pause on Sharpe’s end. “Fine,” she said at last. “But if you’re brainwashed, I’m macing you.”