Sunday, June 15, 2014

The Dangers of Hypnotism in Smut Fiction

Writing Journal: I posted this to MCForum over the week. It summarizes my writing week nicely, trying to write a little happy fluffy shortish tale—something to distract me a bit from the morass of anxieties that is plotting The Adjusters these days:

INT. AUTHOR'S STUDY - NIGHT

A dark study illuminated only by a small desk lamp. The floor 
covered with discarded PAPERS, some crunched into balls, other 
spread out like leaves in the fall. The AUTHOR is sitting at 
his desk, writing madly, pen flying over the paper. He's pale, 
looks malnourished. On one of the sheets of paper, the title 
of the manuscript. HYPNOSLUTZ.

A bottle of scotch on the desk, with a glass. The reward for 
a successful writing session. Once in a while, he looks at 
the bottle, longingly.

A SHADOW creeps over the desk, unnoticed by the author who 
keeps on writing. It's the FIRST MUSE.

               FIRST MUSE (O.C.)
            (drawling)
         Darrrrker!...
         
The author nearly jumps out of his chair. Turns around to see 
a tall figure dressed all in black with a hood peering over 
his shoulder. The face is not visible. He is pointing at the 
manuscript.

               AUTHOR
         Jesus Christ! You scared the shit outta me!
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Darrrrker!...
         
               AUTHOR
         What? No! I told you, I want this to be—
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Make it darrrrker!...
         
               AUTHOR
         —happy, you know? Light, fun, the kind of stuff
         that people actually enjoy reading. Maybe the 
         stuff that they can read with their kids. Well,
         you know what I mean. No angst, no fear, no 
         worries. Happy. Light.
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Make it DARRRRKER!...
         
The author, busy arguing with the first muse, does not notice 
the arm of the SECOND MUSE—slim, feminine, bare—reaching over 
his other shoulder and pointing at a line on the sheet of 
paper in front of him.

               SECOND MUSE
            (seductive)
         Make her dirty here...
         
               AUTHOR
             (violently startled)
         Fuck! What's with you guys?
         
He swivels to look at the second muse, a beautiful blonde with 
soft blue eyes, wearing a red dress that reveals a whole lot 
more of her body than is entirely decent even in the privacy of 
the study.

               SECOND MUSE
            (seductive)
         She's too nice. She gets everything she wants.
         She's treated well, a princess. You don't want that, 
         do you? I know you. You want to see her do things that 
         in her right mind she would never do. The kind of
         things that would make a hardened whore blush. The
         kind of things that no self-respecting woman would
         ever do for the man she loves, let alone one she
         hates—
         
               AUTHOR
         Wait a minute! She doesn't hate him! She loves him!
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Darrrker!...
         
               AUTHOR
         Shut up!
         
               SECOND MUSE
         Come on, you know you want to. Use her. Abuse her. 
         She's just a fictional character anyway, right?
         Turn her into every teenage boy's wildest wet dream.
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Darrrrker!...
         
               AUTHOR
            (blocking his ears)
         NO! Happy! A shortish light, happy, sex-positive tale!
         
The THIRD MUSE, a little LEPRECHAUN, jumps atop the desk. Bounces 
about, fingers twirling.

               THIRD MUSE
            (high-pitched)
         Shortish? SHORTISH? 
            (laughs)
         Nonsense!

He bounces some more. Picks up a few sheets of the manuscript. 
Shoves them in front of the author. Points to three or four 
places.

               THIRD MUSE (CONT'D)
         Here! And here! And here! Change this and that
         and presto, it's epic! EPIC! Change this and that
         and it opens up this stupid shitty story like,
         like...
         
               SECOND MUSE
            (whispering)
         Like the girl's pussy when the villain shoves
         his huge cock inside her and ruins her for your
         silly little hero.
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Darrrrker!....
         
               THIRD MUSE
         What she says. Come on, you can make it epic, man.
         You're aiming for what, eight thousand words? Ten 
         thousand? Make it eighty thousand! Eight hundred
         thousand! Eight million!!!
         
               AUTHOR
         But I already got an epic going. And it's kicking
         my ass!
         
               THIRD MUSE
            (dancing around the desk, laughing)
         Wuss! Wuss! Wuss!
         
               SECOND MUSE
            (seductive)
         Wusssss!
         
               FIRST MUSE
         Darrrrker...
         
The author reaches for the scotch, writing goals be damned.

Throughout May and June, I'm asking for your input about the sort of kinks you might want to see in The Adjusters.



Ran across an oldish story I hadn't read before. Some quite nice twisted scenes, though it veers a bit in the middle. It's Brad, The Hypnotist by Notemale: “A black hypnotist changed our lives forever.”

Here are a few additional stories under that theme of a hypnotist that takes advantage and fucks up a couple.

Georgia by Piscalrotcam: “A dedicated wife is hypnotized and told to forget her marriage. It was her husband’s idea.”

Rewriting History by Wind7sailor: “A married couple meets an old high school friend, who has become a stage hypnotist.”

Not quite as the above, but still good, and short, The Hypnosis King by Jkendale: “Wife & her friend are enjoyed while under hypnosis.”

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