Saturday, August 16, 2014


The next post I make will be the call for beta readers to help me with "What Do You Give the Alien Who Has Everything?" I'd say there's a 50/50 chance that the call will go out next weekend; otherwise, bar catastrophe, it'll go out the following week or weekend. Either way, I figured I should go ahead and make an announcement. It's a heads-up to those of you hoping to be beta readers (because, remember, I'm only taking the first three volunteers). And it's also incentive for me to write like the maniac I am.

But for everyone anticipating the story, here are some eye candy clues for you to enjoy. The photos generally come from Model Mayhem, and I've credited the photographers and models at the bottom of the post. The art is by Hajime "He Who Never Fails" Sorayama, and the rest of the pics came from wherever I could find them.


Model Mayhem credits: Image at top by Gil Perron. Woman in white in first row is Hexabelle. Mermaid is Thao N. Living statue is Michael Foster with body painting by Liz Berczel.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

I've just published a new e-book: "Couples Skate"

Behold Couples Skate, otherwise known as "How Did It Come to This?" That was its title on the EMCSA, when the story was full of Muse lyrics and other nods to my favorite band. I had to take they lyrics out, for obvious reasons; but everything else remains the same.

I must say that this story is the one I see as my most underrated. The mind control is softer than what I usually write, the MC'er isn't a total villain, and I snuck a lot humor and subtle beauty into the story.

I hope you'll like "Couples Skate" as much as I do. Here's the usual coupon code,to get you a 25% discount during the first month of sales: BX44B. And here's the synopsis:

Larry Szymanski is a pro hockey player who wants to break into show business, so he takes the most logical first step he can think of: joining a reality TV show. “Life Swap” pairs people from very different worlds, giving them two weeks to explore each other’s lifestyles to hilarious and (occasionally romantic) effect. Larry hopes he’ll be paired with a pretty young woman, but what he gets is a pretty young man: out-and-proud figure skater Jimmy DeVere. The partnership might work out all right if Larry can break him quickly, but Jimmy won’t break; he’s so tough that he doesn’t even seem human.

When Larry’s one-upmanship doubles the length of their agreement, he finds himself falling under the spell of someone who has more on his mind than just breaking Larry. Jimmy DeVere really isn’t human…but what is he, and what does he want from his helpless Life Swap partner?

This is a story of mind control and paranormal romance.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Pretty pictures

As promised, this weekend it's all about total enclosure. Believe it or not, I found most of these images on Facebook. One of the advantages of this particular fetish is that it doesn't trigger the FB censors because there's no actual nudity.

If you'd like to imagine a story to go along with these images, try this one: a pair of secret agents, one male and one female, invade the lab of alien mind controllers.

Credits: Studio Black Fun, Nikitzo

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Just as an aside, I am slightly pissed off about the upcoming Mad Max movie

The character posters and trailer look great, but goddammit, why did they have to name Charlize Theron's character "Imperator"? It's true that I didn't invent the word, but I was counting on it to sound cool and unusual in my new story. Now readers are just going to think I stole it from a movie.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Getting over the speed bump

Here's the short version: I've spent the last week working on an old, slow loaner computer while I waited for a part to come in that was supposed to fix my real computer; but when the new part came in, it didn't fix the problem. I finally came to the realization I should have had a week ago: I needed a new computer, not a fix to the old one.

So now I have that new computer, and with it a new version of Windows to learn and an assload of files to restore. Fortunately, I can restore them, because ever since the debacle a few years ago when I lost my most precious Virtual Hypnotist programs, I've been backing things up regularly to the cloud. I can get everything back this time, but it's going to take a while.

In the meantime, here are a few notes that I hope will make you smile. Even on the slow loaner computer (and twice on a public library computer), I've been able to keep working on "What Do You Give the Alien Who Has Everything?" It's 4/5 done now, and all I have left are the climaxes - pun fully intended. And since I'd already asked to take next week off from work for vacation, I can spend most of that time catching up on my writing - which I really, really want to do because I'm still in the zone and I'm loving what I'm doing. I might get the rough draft finished in another couple of weeks, and then I'll be able to share it with some select beta readers.

Finally, until I have the time to share a bunch of hot new latex/total enclosure pictures I've been hoarding, I'll give you these two lovelies instead. Here are my physical models for the two mind controllers of "What Do You Give": Julia Alexander will be "played" by Kato, and Steven Dominick will be "played" by Jude Law. I expect those choices will meet with your approval. ;-)

Saturday, July 19, 2014

speed bump

My computer is out of commission for (hopefully) just a few days, so I can't really post a full entry here. I'm on a public library computer and don't want anyone to see me posting my usual kind of stuff. ;-) But thankfully, I've been uploading my story to the cloud every day, and now I can download it and work on it from here. After all, who's going to bother reading simple words over my shoulder? It's just pervy pictures I have to worry about. };-)  So I'll keep writing, and I'll keep my fingers crossed that I get my own machine back soon.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sneak Peek at my Upcoming "Choose Your Own Adventure" Story

First, about the picture at right. I'm thinking about using it (in slightly altered form, and with a tropical background) as part of my cover art. I need a young, blond, innocent slave. Do you think this model is sexy enough to do the trick?

Now, on to the sneak peek. I've said before that in this story, you'll be able to choose your stand-in's sex and orientation (with orientation being loosely defined; you're not locked in with the sex scenes). I'm about to give you the first segment of the story, where you choose your stand-in's gender, and then the first path after you choose the character's gender. The paths diverge right away, and I've decided to give you the male point of view because there's a bit more mystery to it. So here you go:

The camera in front of you hovers in midair. You have no idea what keeps it up there, or even what it’s made of. The surface looks like translucent chrome, and beneath it are dark, whirling shapes and pale lights. No matter how you move, it stays about three arm lengths away from your head, swiveling around to catch the best view of whatever you want to record.
That’s another thing that worries you: how does it know what you want to record? It turns toward you when you begin a report, or when you want to make an important point; but at other times it seeks out the best subject in its (and your) line of sight and homes in on it just as well as any human cameraperson.
It’s a lot more unnerving than a human cameraperson, though. You didn’t ask for this device, or even this assignment. You were given it along with the Imperators’ summons to attend their first press conference. They called for you (and for several dozen other reporters) specifically by name.
How did they even know your name? You’re a junior reporter, not that well known aside from a small fan base. And after today, maybe you’ll only ever be known as a not-quite-nobody who got enslaved by an Imperator. Whatever they have planned for today, it’s more than just a press conference.
Still, you’re a professional, and you’d have taken this assignment even if it were a choice and not a command. You square your shoulders, look directly into the camera eye, and begin your report.

“This is Mark Holland, reporting live for Global News Network.”

“This is Elizabeth Kirkland, reporting live for Global News Network.”


“I’m on the final leg of my journey to the Seychelles, once the most exclusive island resort on the planet, now home to the man and woman who rule that planet. Thousands of others live here too. Once they were kings and queens, politicians, models, performers, soldiers, and the preexisting resort staff of Mahé Island. Now they’re only slaves.
“At the moment I’m just a few miles west of the Island, approaching the North West Bay. For the most part, the view is magnificent: soaring green mountains dotted with granite outcroppings, clear turquoise water, and hardly a cloud in the sky. But there’s something different about the Glacis District these days: irregular patches of silver clouding parts of the Imperators’ complex. Until today, when they finally allowed outsiders to approach the Seychelles, we believed the blur was only visible to satellite cameras, that it representing some kind of jamming field. Well, it certainly is a jamming field, but it’s also a physical phenomenon. Have a look.”
The camera follows your gaze, homing in on walls and domes that look like solidified mist. They glitter brightly in the morning sunlight. You know what used to be under those structures, before the Imperators came back; but anything could be under there now.
You continue your report. “Fortunately, most of Mahé is and always has been visible. Just over there you can see the beach where the British SBS were scheduled to land during their joint raid with the American SEALs–” you point, and the camera follows your finger. “Whether they did land, and what eventually became of them, are two of the mysteries I hope to solve today.”
Even seeing the Imperators will solve one mystery. Earth’s satellites capture slave displays every day, but you haven’t seen an Imperator since the disastrous raid, although they’re surely not hiding out of fear. Earth has no weapon that can hurt them. Steven Dominick and Julia Alexander still look human enough, but they are not human.
They aren’t even the people they used to be. The two of them must have gone through a battery of psych tests before being chosen for the Europa mission, and if they’d had any tendencies toward world domination, NASA would never have accepted them. But here they are now, ruling the planet and mocking every attempt to take them down.
You think again about the sex slaves, displaying themselves (or being displayed) so proudly. It hasn’t escaped your attention that every reporter the Imperators summoned is young and telegenic. They might plan to make sex slaves of you all…and if they do, how could you ever stop them?
You imagine yourself nude and kneeling blissfully at the end of an Imperator’s chain. It might happen or it might not. Maybe the Imperators don’t want you for a slave, or maybe there’s some way to change their minds, or to beat them, or…well, something.
Still, you can’t stop thinking that you might end up a mindless sex toy. And if you do, whom would you rather belong to?
Steven Dominick

Julia Alexander