Saturday, June 25, 2016

Today is Random Weird Shit Day

I had a different idea for my blog this weekend, but as I was paging through my daily websites, I noticed a disturbing trend. The world has gone mad (possibly in the wake of Brexit), and everywhere I looked, random weird shit was shoving its ass in my face. Finally I decided just to roll with it.











Sunday, June 19, 2016

Gifts from Tabico

As I said in my last brief post, Tabico has a new blog that's chock full of all the stuff you love her for - including fetishy pictures and musings, her ongoing collaboration with Uzobono, and some secret stuff that you'll have to find for yourself. ;-) Go have a look!

Tabico has also told me about an amazing site called Reflective Desire that's packed with high quality, totally free, lava-hot photos of women clad head-to-toe in latex. Sometimes layers of latex. And gas masks. Better still, the site owners are being so generous with their work that they've put it all in the public domain. You'd better believe I'll be using some of it on my future book covers!

Here's just a little taste of what I've found on Reflective Desires. I've saved at least five times more pics, and that's less than half of what I saw over there. I'm sure you'll be just as delighted as I was when you have a look yourself.

 



Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Why I went missing and what you missed

1. I went missing because my computer died and it took over a week to get a new one because I wanted a laptop that was out of stock and had to be ordered. I'm still getting everything set up as I type this, but I'm taking a quick break.

2. What you missed was a post about Tabico: she has a new blog! She's posting story updates and art, answering fan questions, and doing all kinds of fun stuff. She has also emailed me a link to an absolutely incredible batch of public domain latex/rubber photography, but I'm going to hold off on blogging about that until this weekend because I don't want to shortchange Tabico. She's already had to wait two weekends longer than I promised before having me promote her blog (I decided to do that on my own, BTW - she didn't ask me to do it. I just wanted to.)

3. Part of my setting-up-laptop process involves reinstalling Virtual Hypnotist, which turned out to be pretty tricky with Windows 10, so I'm going to update that section of the VH Tutorial for anyone who lost access during a computer upgrade.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Even better than what I had originally planned

I've just been to YouTube, looking for a particular video I wanted to blog about, but I got sidelined by something even hotter. Here are a couple of videos advertising, well, Agent Provocateur lingerie...among other things. These two pieces star Dita Von Teese and Kirsty Hume, each as an irresistible dominatrix - one obliterating the personality (or, if you'd like to fantasize, mind-controlling) of a former president and making him her dutiful slave, and the other as a porcelain-like beauty who keeps her (rather literal) boy-toy locked in a closet when he's not in use.

Both videos are from the same Agent Provocateur playlist, so if you like what you see, you can click on over to YouTube for more the same.




Sunday, May 22, 2016

a human chandelier

So here's the fantasy I teased you about last week, the one I've been slowly developing in my head over the last couple of months. I'm not sure yet whether it will become a full-blown story; that depends on whether I can build a plot around this brief scenario. But even though it's brief, I think you'll agree that it's hot as hell.

Imagine a world like Tabico and Iago's Middle-Urth or the unnamed land of trilby else's story Pawn": a world ruled by sorcery. Now imagine a queen and her honor guard going to parley with a powerful sorceress. The queen thinks she has enough soldiers and amulets to protect her, but her opponent is more powerful than the queen realizes.

When she and her retinue enter the throne room, they see censers burning everywhere, filling the room with incense. The clouds are so thick that they can barely see the sorceress on her throne, but she's alone, and that reassures them. At her invitation they walk toward her. The queen is in the center of the group, protected on all sides; but clouds of incense wind between them and suddenly she finds herself alone at the foot of the sorceress' throne. At least, she thinks she's alone. Her guards are a few feet behind her, but they're trapped behind a thin wall of mist that's solid as stone. They can see their queen quite clearly but they can't reach her, and she can't hear their calls.

Around the queen, the scent of incense increases, and she grows dizzy. She sways on her feet. The sorceress comes down from her throne and takes her in her arms as if to support her. "Look," she says, "I have a gift for you." It's a crystal diadem with a downward point at its center. Dangling from that point is a crystal as large as the queen's thumb, but flat enough to lie smoothly against her forehead. It's pale as moonlight, but it flashes with rainbow hues. She's never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She wants to put it on, to feel its cool touch between her eyes, but she's already wearing a tiara of her own. It contains her most powerful amulet against the sorceress' spells.


Close by but invisible, her honor guard are screaming at her and pounding against the wall of mist, begging her not to be seduced. But the incense has softened her mind, and the sorceress is literally holding her in her arms, binding her in chains of power. Eyes blurring, the queen smiles at the sorceress and removes her tiara. She tosses it aside and it vanishes into the mist where neither she nor her guard can reach it. Then she takes the diadem in both er hands and studies the crystal at its center. Pale light flashes from its depths into her eyes and brain, muffling the last of her thoughts. Her guardswomen see it all. They scream even louder, and attack the wall with their swords and spears. Then the queen puts on the diadem.

Suddenly the mist wall vanishes. The guards rush toward her, and the closest of them even manage to touch her gown, but then she and her new owner vanish and the mist returns. Now the guards are separated from each other as well as their queen, and they wander alone in horror.

Eventually one guard finds her way out of the mist. She's in a ballroom lit by dozens of flickering candles. Their light bounces off a crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room - hanging strangely low, almost low enough for the guard to touch. From her current position, it looks like a thick hoop held aloft by crystal chains, with more chains dangling beneath it. But when the guard comes closer, she sees what lies in in the center of the hoop: her queen: face down and naked, with straps of crystal crossing her body and spiraling down her limbs to bind her to the hoop. Three more straps hold her head in place: they descend from the ceiling twined together, winding her hair up into them; and then they split apart to cross her forehead and cheeks and meet at the bridge of her nose.

More crystals dangle from the crystal straps; and a large, clear ball gags the queen's mouth. But the crystal, the one which enslaves her, hangs down from the junction of straps on her face. Its chain is just the right length for her to focus on it as it spins and flashes. The queen herself is making it move, because even though she's bound to the hoop and the ceiling, she has enough leeway to squirm; and whenever she does, the crystals between her legs tease her clit just right. She moans through the gag and shudders with delight, but she never takes her eyes off the crystal.

Her guard is heartbroken; she loves her queen and wants to rescue her. Maybe if she jumps high enough, she can grab the chandelier. She steps closer, closer, closer, until she's directly under the queen's head. Her Majesty's eyes are wide and glazed, unblinking, reflecting the pale rainbow lights from the crystal. Those lights don't affect the guard, but the queen is so deeply entranced that she never notices the woman beneath her.


The guard yells and waves her arms. She jumps and tries to grab the crystal, but it's just out of reach. Suddenly a long, thick string of drool plummets from the ball gag and splashes the guard's face. Some of it lands in her eyes, and some in her mouth. She's never felt or tasted anything so exquisite in her life. She needs more of it, right now. The guard kneels and spreads her arms, begging for her Majesty's favor, but the queen neither hears nor sees.

Then, from behind her, the guard hears a patter. When she turns around, she sees that the queen's pussy is squirting a crystal stream. The guard knows, without even being told, that this is what she really needs. She scurries toward it, crawling because she can't take the time to rise.The flow could stop at any time and she has to have it. She just has to. The guard stops squarely beneath the queen's pussy and drinks from the crystal stream. It's flowing so quickly now that she can't keep up with it. Her mouth fills to overflowing and she spreads the excess across her face and head. She isn't thinking anymore, just obeying the commands of the crystal inside her. It fills her body and seeps inside her head, turning her into a geode with a small hollow core inside her skull. Inside that core is the sorceress' will.

More guards enter the ballroom, one by one. Each of them feels as if she is alone except for the queen, and most of them rush to save her just as the first guard did. But a few are more wary, and if they hang back, their ex-comrades appear from nowhere and drag them under the queen's sightless gaze. The free guards can't resist the geode-slaves. They still look mostly human, but their eyes are featureless crystal and they have the strength of stone.

Within a matter of hours, the queen and all her retinue belong to the sorceress. The parley is a total success.


Sunday, May 15, 2016

You know there's MC in Captain America: Civil War, right?

But before I start talking about that, here's a quick announcement: I think I'm ready to start blogging and writing regularly again. My personal life has stabilized a bit and that has allowed my creative juices to start flowing again. I had to put that Transfixed CYOA aside for a couple of months, but I'm ready to pick it up again. Anyway, thanks to everyone who's expressed their sympathy for me, both here and by email. It really does mean a lot. I want you to know that.

And now on to the new Captain America movie, which I can't help thinking of as the new Avengers movie because, hell, almost all of the Avengers are in it. I won't talk about anything you couldn't infer from the commercials and trailers, so you don't have to worry about spoilers in this part of my post unless you want to go into Civil War with your eyes and ears completely virgin. You'd just better have seen The Winter Soldier first if you plan on that, because otherwise you'll be totally lost.

So anyway, as you could see from those trailers and commercials, Bucky still hasn't broken free of all his Hydra conditioning. He remembers who he is most of the time, but it turns out that Hydra programmed him with trigger words that can revive the Winter Soldier in his mind (Those triggers reminds me of the nonsensical phrases trilby else used to employ; "ammonite contraband" was one of my favorites). But in Bucky's case, it's a whole string of disconnected words, so when he gets triggered, we get to watch him scream and struggle until he inevitably but oh-so-slowly falls back into drone mode. And then, stone-faced, he chants that most perfect of slave mantras: "Ready to comply."

IMO, these scenes (Yes, there's more than one) are much hotter than the single reprogramming scene we saw in The Winter Soldier. I thought of writing about that one when the movie came out, but in the end I decided against because the process was painful and pain turns me off instead of on. However, I did like the brainwashing rig from that movie, so I'm including a picture of it here. You can make up whatever scenario you like to go along with it. Or, hell, if you are into pain, you can just fantasize about the movie scene itself. You have watched The Winter Soldier, right? I can't imagine any MC fetishist would give it a pass. Well, I'm here to tell you that Bucky's programming scenes in Civil War are things of heat and beauty. It's just a shame he got rid that faceless, dehumanizing mask. I'd love to have seen him in that again (Oops, was that a spoiler?).

But now let me switch topics and talk about the upcoming X-Men: Apocalypse. I will have to drop some medium-sized spoilers here, although they're rumors and guesses that might prove false, so it's your gamble whether to bail out or keep reading. I'll be back next weekend anyway with a scorching hot new fantasy I've been toying with. But for now Apocalypse is on the front burner, and I'm hoping he'll give us plenty of heat. Already we know he collects powers by taking over the bodies of mutants with abilities he covets. We also know from the trailers that Magneto kidnaps an unconscious Charles Xavier by pulling his wheelchair toward Apocalypse and the horsemen. What you might not know unless you caught the most recent YouTube featurette is that there's a scene in the movie where Charles is lying on a slab like the one Oscar Isaac was on in the earlier trailers, and Oscar-as-Apocalypse is looming over Charles. The implications seem obvious. In fact, I've read that Apocalypse specifically covets Charles' telepathy, but you have to dig a little to find out how he wants to use it. This might be a false rumor, but I've read that Apocalypse wants to use Charles' telepathy to MC every person on the planet. Well, you can imagine how desperately I want that to be true. Unfortunately the trailers make it look like Apocalypse is more interested in killing people than enslaving them...but maybe he plans to kill the weak and MC the strong. That would make sense because in the movie, Oscar-Apocalypse was betrayed by his last set of horsemen, and I'm sure he doesn't want to risk that again (Plus, in the comics Apocalypse does MC his horsemen). So I'm cautiously optimistic that we'll see some MC action in the new movie before the X-men inevitably take him down. The premiere can't get here soon enough for me.


Thursday, May 5, 2016

Wanna hear a song about "sexuality inside the hive mind"? Of course you do.

I'm still on hiatus (see my last post); but I promised that if I found anything worth sharing, I'd share it. Well, I've found something. Oscar Isaac, a.k.a. Poe Dameron, used to be in an alternative rock duo called NightLab, and I've just started listening to their music. The first time I heard the song "People Keepers," I couldn't make out enough of the words to understand their meaning; but I did hear references to drones, honey, and a priestess. That made me curious enough to look up the lyrics, which I'm posting below.

But NightLab has posted their music in a few different locations, and I found a note about the song before I found the lyrics. This note, written either by Oscar Isaac ("Monscar" here) or his partner, describes "People Keepers" this way:

NightLab Industries agents Monscar and Boocho submit a proposal entitled "Sexuality Inside the Hive Mind." 

The funny thing is, even though their nicknames are jokes, the description itself is not. This really is a song about a woman finding peace by submitting to the hive mind. The lyrics are creepy/cool in all the best ways, and the music matches it perfectly. Actually, I really like a lot of NightLab's stuff; and it's all available for free on SoundCloud, so you can have a listen for yourselves. Here's the link directly to "People Keepers," and you can easily get to the main NightLab page from there. (Alternately, if you haven't signed up for SoundCloud and don't want to, you can download that song and several others from Reverb Nation without having to give up any personal information.)

Okay, so here are the lyrics for "People Keepers":

We are the People Keepers
Smoking out your potential
We are the Holy Waters
Take this love from us

The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now

We are the Weeping Healers
Roping out your dimensions
You are the lonely daughters
Bleed your honey for us

The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now

Priestess, priestess, swallow me into your swarm
Priestess, priestess, suffer the queens and the drones
The drones.

You know its getting pretty late now
So say goodnight, say goodnight
You cant change our minds

We are the People Keepers
Smoking out your potential
We are the Holy Waters
Take this love from us

The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now