She's Lost Total Control

 

Brownie points for anyone that identifies the source of the title without looking it up. 

I’ve written before about erotica sub-genres, particularly hotwife/cuckold and “daddy” age gap stories. Here’s my take on mind control... 

I’ve mentioned previously that a lot of my erotica reading material years ago came from ASSTR.org, a long-gone repository of not only the alt.sex.stories Usenet group, but other stuff like The Kristen Archives. It’s also where I ran across the link to mcstories.com, which is devoted to Mind Control erotica. That’s also a very popular category in Literotica. 

Mind Control erotica is weird. Don’t take that to mean that I don’t enjoy it, but it’s weird, sometimes in interesting ways. 

My theory of erotica sub-genres starts with the basics at one end of a spectrum – two people having sex. Don’t care if it’s two women, two men, one each, or any combination from the LGBTQ+ spectrum.  

As you move out along the spectrum, you get into sub-genres that focus on relationships outside of just “two people that fuck”. Group sex and threesomes, exhibitionism, maybe a focus on anal, cheating, age gap, interracial sex – those would seem to make up the next group of stories. You’re either adding another person or you’re focusing on a particular aspect of sex (but not quite to the fetish stage). I’d put hotwife/cuckolding at the outer edge of this area, because the humiliation that often accompanies those stories feels like it’s getting into real fetish territory. 

Further out in our model we get to the stuff that feels even more transgressive (to your average uptight person, not to us enlightened types, of course!). BDSM, non-consensual sex, truly fetishistic stuff like water sports and foot worship, incest/fauxcest - and mind control. 

Mind control is not the only sub-genre that’s almost as much exerting control (or being controlled) as it is about sex. I think most functioning adults live in a space where they feel like they have little control over their own lives, yet they also feel like they always must be completely in control of themselves. 

We feel like we’re controlled by our bosses, by the government, by our spouses, by our parents, by our customers. We’re controlled by expectations, maybe even those we put on ourselves. We get trapped into working our asses off for someone else, who may not have our best interests in mind. 

Conversely, we feel like we always have to be in control of ourselves – our emotions, our actions, our lives. We can’t just say that we don’t feel like going in to work or paying that bill – we have to maintain that control over ourselves in order to keep a roof over our heads. We don’t always feel like we can be honest about our feelings, so we suppress them. 

It’s got to be a hundred times worse for women. They are under much more pressure to control the way they look, control the way they talk, and for safety’s sake, control their environment. 

I have not read any of the studies that explain why many women have rape fantasies, but I would be surprised if one of the reasons isn’t the fantasy of being forced to let go of that constant control over every aspect of their lives. 

Conversely, almost all mind control erotica (at least within the stuff that I’ve read), is focused on gaining control – I rarely read anything from the perspective of the person being controlled, unless they’re going to turn the tables later. Way too much of it is boring revenge fantasy – on that asshole boss, that frigid wife, that cheerleader that ignored your pimply face when you were in high school. They're similar in some ways to the male revenge fantasies that some guys demand be part of every hotwife story. But there are exceptions. 

Generally, mind control stories can mostly be broken down into two categories: purposeful mind control and accidental mind control. 

Accidental mind control usually starts with our hero (almost always male) suddenly being given powers that s/he never had before. The sources of MC are many, so it’s amazing that we don’t ALL have that ability! 

• • A ring inherited from a dying/dead (male) relative, usually with some cryptic warning about its use and the consequences that go along with it. 
  • An alien ray gun or some other alien experiment 
  • An accident or blow to the head that activates some hitherto unused part of the brain 
  • A genetic abnormality that runs in the family and is somehow uncannily activated on our hero’s eighteenth birthday 
  • A magic spell bestowed on our hero after he selflessly does some good deed for an old crone/witch/gypsy 

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Well, you get the picture. 

These aren’t people that were seeking this on purpose, so there is usually a discovery phase where they figure out what they can do and the extent of their power(s). And then they inevitably create a fucking harem (I swear to you, every damn time – more on this later). 

The willful mind controllers are a different breed entirely. These guys (again, almost always guys) set out to control people, so their motives/ethics are immediately and obviously bad. A ton of these stories are Revenge of the Nerd fantasies of getting back at the people (jocks, cheerleaders, siblings, and bosses in particular) that made their lives hell. 

These genius loser boys will invent some mind control device or create some pheromone enhancer or summon a demon or learn hypnosis specifically so that they can get back at the people that they feel wronged them. And then they inevitably create a fucking harem. 

Along with controlling minds, a large number of mind control stories also include body modification (usually bigger boobs and bigger dicks). There are whole series of stories focused on “bimbofication” - often again as part of a revenge fantasy. Ugh – I mean, I don’t want to harsh your buzz, but come on. 

If you’ve read any mind control at all, you’ve undoubtedly run across “MasterPC” stories. The damn things have been around since floppy disks and people are still writing into the idea that there’s a PC program (sorry, Mac users!) that can be used to alter everything about a targeted person, including their personality, sexuality and their bodies (it of course also works on the user, so they get the big dick and stamina they need in order to take advantage of the bimbos they create). 

I’ve read a few of them that are sorta clever, but most of them are pretty formulaic – ending inevitably with the guy creating a fucking harem. Sigh.

This harem thing – I mean, we’re talking about guys that are clearly incapable of satisfying even one woman, and they think they need a houseful of hot women now? And just the cost and the logistics of maintaining a harem is daunting (which might be that the smarter guys usually find some incredibly wealthy women to control). Nice idea, but pretty impractical. :) 

Reading this, it may seem that I have no use for the Mind Control sub-genre, but that is not at all true. While much of it is poorly written, there is also some very good stuff out there. There are even a number of those stories that have some subtlety to them, either in the way the stories are told or in the way the powers are manifested. 

There was a guy (I’m pretty sure it was a guy) posting as “Ameaner” on Literotica a dozen years ago that wrote several long, interrelated stories that were slower to build and weren’t even obviously mind control stories until you got well into them. They were very well done, particularly with the way they handled the growing callousness that one could reasonably assume might accompany those sorts of mental powers. The protagonists were not nice people, but they were not so unsympathetic that you didn’t want to read them. 

More recently I enjoyed C W March’s “Augur” series (also on Literotica and published under the author name “Kinje”). A minor wizard talent accidentally enslaves a sin demon. And then a Fae. And he keeps having accidents until he’s got a whole accidental fantasy harem. It sounds silly (and it kinda is) but it’s also well-written, good-hearted and entertaining. What more could you ask for? 

When I get to my month-end wrap-up, I’ll go into a little more detail on a couple of the things I’ve been reading in this space that I quite like. And I’ve got a half-dozen ideas for my own mind control stories that I’m hoping to write soon, as well as one that will premiere next month! 

Always Watching

 

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I’ve done a lot of thinking since I started writing erotica a few years ago. Why did I choose this sort of thing to write, what does it say about me etc. And it’s probably no surprise for me to realize that, among other things, I am a voyeur - sort of. 

I mean that in the loosest possible sense. The word “voyeur” originally specifically meant getting “sexual gratification from observing unsuspecting individuals who are partly undressed, naked, or engaged in sexual acts”. (Merriam-Webster)  

That’s not what I’m talking about.  

But I have no boundaries when it comes to watching or listening to other people in public. Yeah, I try not to get caught, but if/when I do, I generally just give ‘em a nod and turn away. Unless it’s something particularly salacious, in which case the nod is replaced by a wink. Which might not matter to a blind horse but might make a difference to the hot young brunette that caught me listening to her dishing with her bestie. 

I am a people watcher, and a people listener, and it drives my wife up the proverbial wall. I honestly can’t help it, but I’ll admit that I don’t try all that hard to avoid it either. Mrs. Pierce, on the other hand, spent many years waiting tables and bartending and taught herself to tune out those conversations.  

So when we’re at a restaurant and the couple at the table next to us is quietly word-stabbing each other over his ex-girlfriend and whether he should still be in contact with her, I’m trying to catch every word and Mrs. P is intently... not. 

I’ve been in IT my entire career, so I know how to multitask. I can still carry on a conversation with my lovely mate while absorbing the drama of the next table, but I’ll admit that she’s caught me more than once paying more attention to the drama next door than to her. Not good. 

But I’ve gotten quite a few stories out of those covert observations. Last year we were driving through a parking lot in our college town, and I saw a gorgeous young woman gracefully raise her foot behind her and take off her high heeled sandal and wave it in her date’s face. And “Bear To The Rescue” was born.  

An attractive couple (black male, white female) at a nearby table in an upscale restaurant in Charlotte became the genesis of “Road Stories: First Impression”. Thank you, mystery couple! 

No one is safe around me. But rest assured that I’m only getting ideas, not just writing what I’m hearing or seeing. We all get inspired by something and sometimes for me it’s a fragment of a conversation or just watching people’s facial expressions from across a bar. 

I thought about this last weekend when I did become a voyeur in the strictest sense of the word for a few minutes. We spent a long weekend in Asheville celebrating a birthday and staying in a very nice hotel, one that we’ve stayed at many times before. 

But this particular room had a problem. While the walls are thick between rooms and we rarely hear anything from the next room, we realized Saturday night that we were hearing people in another room talking through the air vents. It was loud. Really loud. 

Not that they were necessarily talking loudly or shouting or anything, but it was like it was amplified and coming through a loudspeaker. It wasn’t always easy to make out words, but there was clearly a man’s voice (at least one) and a woman’s voice and they talked ‘til midnight at least. 

I generally sleep less than Mrs. Pierce, so I was awake and relaxing in bed Sunday morning, no doubt reading smutty stuff on my phone, when I heard the show from the other room begin again. Only this time it started with moans. 

Those moans became more verbal and louder and then became a good five minutes of slorp smack Yes! slorp smack Uh! slorp smack Yes! Mrs. Pierce woke up during this, looked over at me, rolled her eyes and then went back to sleep. 

I, on the other hand, quite enjoyed listening. This was not sleepy Sunday morning love-making – this was a ball-slapping, hard-driving fucking. Dude was a machine! They wound down to softer moans and then it was quiet.  

And I was so happy for them! I really tried to analyze how it made me feel to listen to this unseen couple and yes, it turned me on (and no, I didn’t rub one out) and I had fun imagining what they might look like, but mostly I was just happy knowing that there was a couple nearby that was enjoying each other in the best way possible. The world needs more of that. 

So I don’t care whether you call me a keen observer of people or a dirty old man, the bottom line is that I like people. I like seeing and hearing people being happy. I’m empathic. And as I’ve mentioned before, it sometimes limits my writing as I just want my characters to enjoy themselves without a lot of drama.  

I’ll undoubtedly write a story inspired by this unseen couple (it’s what I do). And I may throw some drama their way (maybe he’s her brother-in-law or maybe there was a second male voice in the room last night that’s there to watch). So, thanks mystery couple! You were quite inspiring!