Letters to the Editor - Hypnopics Collective

Table of Contents
Letters to the Editor
2
Review: Best Product of 1999: The Remote
4
Artist of the Month: Cain
6
Dr. Mindbender’s Guide to What’s Good
15
Author of the Month: Zon 18
New U Salon
17
Cain sits Down for an Interview With Marlissa
22
Letters to the Editor
Hi folks. Welcome to the first issue of
the MC Journal. Hopefully, with your
support and motivation on my part, this will
be the first of many. Since this section is
called “Letters to the Editor,” next month
this space will be filled with letters from
you, the readers. That is, of course,
assuming anyone writes me. So if there’s
anything you want to say to either Dr.
Mindbender, or myself, just click on the
address.
While I’m on the subject. Dr.
Mindbender and I are the only writers we
have. Well, aside from my secretary, we’re
the only staff we have as well. I’m not
counting Marlissa, who has graciously done
our entire web design, because he doesn’t
have an office here. We’re looking for a few
more writers and artists. While Dr.
Mindbender picks the featured author of the
month, I pick the featured artist. I’m running
my own stuff this month because I didn’t
feel like trying to figure out who made what
of my collection of pictures. If you think
you could be the artist of the month send me
some of your work or tell me where I can see it. The winner each month wins a genuine
Hyp-No Prize.
I hate the title “Letters to the Editor.” I’m starting a contest to see who can come up
with the most creative name for this section. The contest ends when the next issue is
published. I know that’s vague, but who knows when the next issue is coming out? It’s
not like we have a printing schedule to meet.
The most important factor of this magazine is you, the reader. If you don’t show your
support, I’ll be forced to discontinue. It’s a truly interactive site. Only you can keep this
site alive. So write in, it’s the only way to tell what you think and if you’re even coming
here. My secretary is not there just for looks. She’s supposed to screen all my email,
which right now is non-existent, so help me put her to work.
Cain
Send all you comments to: [email protected]
Best Product of the 1999: The Remote
C.F. Cain
While I am
one (being that I
Remote is the
hands down. The
size of an average
which makes it
The Remote
biased towards this
invented it), but The
best product of 1999
Remote is about the
remote for a stereo,
very portable.
runs off Double A
batteries, like most remotes. It has an antenna inside it that can be
tuned to brain waves. Just point it at the person you want to
control, and in a few seconds, it’s found the frequency. While its
accuracy is low in crowds, it can still get a lock on almost anyone.
Once the frequency is established The Remote is not capable of
receiving and sending signals to and from the subject.
It has a built in storage unit that can holds 1.4 Megs, which is
plenty enough space to fit even
the weirdest of programs. The
unit cannot be programmed
solely by itself. To help make
The Remote more portable, the
programs have to be written on
a home computer. The
programs are stored to The
Remote via an uplink cable that
plugs into the “Input” jack on
the front. Once the program(s)
has been selected for upload,
simply press the “Record”
button and it transfers to The
Remote digitally.
Once the program is uploaded to The Remote, using it is a snap. Once the brain wave
frequency of the subject
has been
established, a simple
push of the
“Program” button brings
up all the
programs stored on The
Remote at the
time. Using the “Scroll”
buttons, a
program is easily found
and the run by
pressing the “Select”
button. The
intensity of the program
can then be set or
modified by using the
“Levels” button.
And, of course, this can
call be seen
clearly on the LCD
display.
The Remote truly is
the best product
on the market today.
And with a sale
price of $150, it’s also
the cheapest! I
designed The Remote so
people could get
rid of all those other
devices that are
just too much hassle. Will suppressant gas? Neural implants? Subliminal collars?
Crystals? Those all involve too much work. Who needs that? Everyone has a computer
and The Remote comes with software with many programs all set and ready to go. It’s
just point, click, and enslave. Try The Remote. You’ll never use anything else again.
Since this is the first issue, it’s kind of hard to pick an Artist of the Month based on
reader submissions. So instead, here’s a story about The Remote. Consider this as a sort
of demonstration of its abilities. Enjoy
.
Dr. Mindbender’s Guide to What’s Good
Welcome to the very first issue of the M.C. Journal. Every week, or month,
depending on how often Cain decides to publish this thing, probably the latter, I will
review what I feel are the best and worst M.C. stories released. To do this I will scour all
the sites I know of. A list will follow this article. If there are any I missed or should
check out, please let me know.
The best site to get stories is by far The Mind Control Story Archive, as many, if not
all, of hypno-fetish people know. And just like all of them, I too eagerly check the site
every week to read the latest batch. But I am becoming increasingly alarmed by the
amount of bad stories being posted. I don’t blame Simon Bar Sinister for that because he
has stated that he posts whatever he gets, so the blame lands solely on the writers. So
what makes a good M.C. story?
First off, decide what kind of story it is. I don’t mean the type of hypnosis or the sex
performed, I mean, “Is it a work of erotica or just a piece about sex.” There seems to be a
great deal of stories that are sex driven. Some even read like the script for a cheap porno
film. It’s called the “Mind Control Story Archive,” if you want to write porno, go work
for Hustler. Mind Control is very erotic in its own right, so not much needs to be added
to make the story better erotically. I’m not against sex in stories, but some stories go too
far. Kudos to JRParz (going by the name The Other One, even though the email address
belongs to JRParz) for his latest, Master PC story. I particularly like how he skipped the
sex. I have an imagination, I don’t need graphic (excuse the cliche and pun) blow by
blow descriptions.
Second, the extreme amount of profanity in some stories is disturbing. Now when it
comes to words like, pussy, kunt, and cum, those are kind of unavoidable. I’m referring
to the excessive use of words like “shit” and “fuck.” There is a point where profanity
becomes redundant. Here’s a phrase to remember when you write, “Profanity is the
spice, not the meal.” If you have to, write that down and tape it to your monitor.
Third, and this is a big one, for me (and I’m hoping many others as well): proofread,
proofread, proofread. This cannot be stressed enough. Nothing ruins a story like errors.
Grammatical errors are acceptable. Who doesn’t miss a clause or use an incorrect form
of “be” every now and then. I know I like to end my sentences with prepositions. I’ve
probably made a few in this article already. What makes me angry are spelling errors. I
think in this day and age of spellchecker programs (which were invented by Satan
himself) that people shouldn’t be missing things the way they are. It doesn’t take that
long to go back through and check a paper for errors. Some of the most common are the
ones that have plagued people since the junior high, the most common being “there,”
“their,” and “they’re.” If these escape you, look them up.
Fourth, for those people that decide that they want to use some sort of mind control
device in their stories, make sure the device makes sense. To illustrate this point I will
use two very good examples of what not to do. First on the chopping block is URN My
Power’s “Happy Little Helper.” The problem I have with this story has to do with these
two sentences: “I didn't tell her about the mind-control device in its head....” and “I
switched back to normal vision and activated the mind-control device.” These two
sentences seem to suggest that the mind control device works independently of the robot,
thus making the robot pointless. When I read a story like this I think, “If he could build
and mind control device, and his ultimate goal was to enslave the girl, then why didn’t he
just use the device on her to begin with? Why even build the robot?” For a story to be
good it must be consistent to an idea. If it’s about robots, make it about robots. The
second story to meet the axe is Iron Nick’s “Time Enough for Fun.” This story starts out
with an interesting story about a time stop device, but no mind control. Then in chapter
three the main character (Mike) finds a baseball cap that allows him to control people’s
minds. Suddenly the story takes a radical shift and the time stop theme is lost. On top of
that, the story doesn’t even end. Which plays into my next point.
People end your stories!! This goes both ways on this subject. Some stories leave
readers hanging for another chapter that never comes, but some stories run too long. The
long ones are the ones that bother me most. Two clear examples are “Alien’s Gift” and
“Master PC.” Alien’s gift lost its appeal just after part two and from there it just dragged.
Whether or not it ever ended, I don’t know, I stopped reading after part four. Master PC
on the other hand has sparked many people to write stories based on it. It was amazing
the first time I read it, but parts two and three left me thinking, “Why did he write this? It
just demeans the original.” Here’s a quick way to figure out if your story is too long. If
the story hasn’t concluded in two to three chapters, it’s too long. A story with fourteen
chapters is most likely to be passed over by everyone. What I’ve found to help is to write
the ending, or at least think of it, ahead of time. That way there is a clear spot that must
be reached.
By the far the worst story I’ve ever read was posted this week. Boris Ludmenkov
wins the award for biggest waste of time and most confusing story ever for “In a Public
Place.” I almost want to encourage people to read it just to see how terrible it is, but I
don’t think anyone should suffer the way I did trying to read that story. Note to Boris:
doing the entire story in dialogue format is a big “no no.” I may have a good
imagination, but not that good. There needs to be some description of what’s going on. I
didn’t even know they were in a public place or that he had “touched her there” until it
was stated. This is hands down the worst garbage ever.
So for this month, because I couldn’t find anything worth giving the seal of approval
too, here is one from September or November. It’s called “New U Salon” and it’s by Zon
18. There is an illustration at the end provided by Cain and re-edited by him as well.
Painfully,
Dr. Mindbender
The sites I check:
http://www3.bearchive.com/~stories/ the BE Archive
http://www.asstr.org/~mcstories/index.html I think we all know what this is
http://members.xoom.com/celebrity_mc/ Celbrity Mc’s Place
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Study/2965/ Daphne’s Vanity Press
http://jrparzmcstories.web1000.com/Index.htm J.R. Parz
If there are any I missed, let me know.
New U Salon
By Zon18
Jim drove the car up to the salon and pulled over to the curb. "Well, here we are. I
hope you like your birthday present," he said to his girlfriend, Sharon. They had been
dating for about a year now and she was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Yes, of course! What woman doesn't want a new hairstyle?" she asked.
He looked at her conservative brown business suit and long brown hair and said,
"That's right. I thought you'd like it."
"Alright. I'll see you in about an hour?"
"Yeah. That's what the lady said when I asked how long it would take. I'm headed to
the mall to shop for a little while. I'll see you later."
With that Sharon got out of his car and watched him drive away. He's such a nice
guy, she thought. She looked up at the sign hanging over the doorway and it read "New
U Salon! - Guaranteed Satisfaction or your MONEY BACK." Well, you can't argue with
that.
She stepped over the curb in her smart 2" high brown work shoes and walked through
the door. A tiny bell jingled as she entered and an older woman came to the counter.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yes, my boyfriend scheduled an appointment for me at 2:00."
"Oh, of course," she said flipping through an appointment book. "So, you must be
Sharon, right?"
"Yes."
"Very good. If you'll just have a seat and wait while I get your assistant. Could I get
you something to drink? Water, Kool-Aid, Lemonade?"
"Water would be fine," said Sharon. The woman went into a side room and brought it
out to her. "Thank you."
"Your beauty assistant will be with you any moment now." The woman went into the
salon and left Sharon to her own devices. She looked through the magazines and
saw that they were all Cosmo and Beauty and the like.
Damn men. Always wanting women to look like these stupid covers. I'm glad Jim's
never thought of me that way. Sharon drank her water and felt a weird tingle as it hit her
stomach. As she looked over the magazines again she picked up the copy of Cosmo and
began reading an article on fashion. You know, some of these clothes aren't so bad, she
thought. As her eyes scanned the miniskirts she felt that strange tingle again. I wonder
how my legs would look in that...
Just then a woman in her early 20's walked through the curtain that separated the rest
of the salon from the waiting room. "Hi, I'm Suzy and I'll be your assistant today," she
said. That's when Sharon looked up and saw the woman for the first time. The first thing
that struck her was the sheer size of her breasts. They strained against the green spandex
dress that barely contained them and were accentuated by its low neckline. Her face was
painted with bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow. The skirt of her green minidress
stopped just past the swell of her ass. All of this was topped by a tangled mass of shock
blonde hair.
"Wait. You'll be helping me??" Sharon said, stunned. I'll be damned if I'm getting a
makeover from this slut! She thought.
"Well, sure! I mean you want a makeover don't you..." she trailed off.
Sharon thought for a split-second and said, "Yes, but..."
"Good!" said Suzy as she grabbed Sharon's arm and pulled her into the back. After
Sharon was seated in the salon chair Suzy said, "First we'll do your
makeup...."
"But aren't you doing my hair, too?"
"We're doing that later silly," Suzy giggled. She began applying the makeup liberally
to Sharon's face while standing in front of the mirror so Sharon couldn't see what she was
doing.
When she finished, Suzy stepped back and showed Sharon her work. "Doesn't that
look better?"
Sharon looked in the mirror and saw that her old tinge of makeup had been quickly
done away with and heavier, slutty makeup had replaced it. What! she thought. I don't
want.... Sharon's thought faded as that weird tingle started again. "You really think so?"
she asked hesitantly.
"Of course! I told you it would make you look better!"
"I guess you're right," Sharon said. Suddenly everything Suzy said seemed to make a
lot of sense.
"Hmm... What next. Let's see...." Suzy stepped back to examine Sharon more closely.
"Stand up for a second and turn around." Sharon stood, turned slowly, and then sat.
"What are you... About a 32A?"
Sharon said, "No! I'm a 34C!"
"You can't be," Suzy said incredulously. "I'm a 34C!"
Then, for the second time, Sharon noticed Suzy's breasts. How can that be possible?
she thought. "No way. You're breasts are at least a E and probably an F cup!"
"Nope! Check out Tawny over there. She's only a B cup." Sharon looked at the other
woman and was stunned. Her breasts were as large as Suzy's! "You're an A, honey. I
don't know what people have been lying to you, but you're much smaller than average,"
Suzy said with confidence.
She's right! All of the women in here have larger breasts than me! For the
first time in her life, Sharon felt hopelessly inadequate about her measurements.
"I'm surprised that your boyfriend would stay with someone as underdeveloped as
you."
With that, Sharon began to cry. "You're right! I'm so embarrassed."
"Now. Now. Don't fret, honey. We can fix you right up."
"You can?" (sniffle)
"Sure. Just lean back and let me inject you with our patented Normalizer Fluid.
Guaranteed to fill you out and make you happy!"
"Yes... I'd like that." Sharon leaned back and felt the needle prick her skin. Instantly,
she was filled with a sense of total well-being. A bemused smile creased her face as she
dreamed about finally being normal. When she awoke moments later she looked down at
her chest. Her heart leapt with joy. Suzy stood over her and said, "How do you feel?"
"Great!" Sharon cupped her new tits and said, "Wow! I'm a C or D!"
"That's right," Suzy said barely able to contain her giggling as she looked at Sharon's
new HH tits. "A full D! Congratulations. What did you call those before?"
Sharon was puzzled by that question and started searching for the word. Tits... no.
Hooters?.... maybe. Fuck-bags? "I can't think of it." The fluid had erased the word
breast and vagina from her vocabulary. From now on they would be tits and cunt or
pussy.
"Oh, that's all right. You like your new tits don't you?"
"Yesss...." Sharon moaned. For some reason hearing the word “tits” had made her
horny.
"Good! What should we do next? I know! You need new clothes! You can't keep
wearing those dumpy old business suits."
"Really?" Sharon asked.
"They don't really fit you." Sharon had to admit she was right as she looked in
the mirror. Her tits had stretched the brown blouse almost to its breaking point
and forget about trying to close her jacket.
"My clothes don't fit," she moaned.
"Of course not! Anyway, you're really wearing way too much for a man to get a good
eyeful," Suzy said. "I mean, only an old maid would wear her skirts halfway down her
thighs!" Suzy looked around for something that would fit Sharon. Soon she came up
with a very short, very clingy dress with the word “TITS” on the front in big letters, over
that part of her anatomy. "These six-inch heels will go just fine with that," Suzy added.
"And remember, nothing underneath... If a man can't see your nipples through the fabric,
or spot your cunt when he feels like looking at it, he'll think you're a real prude!"
Sharon nodded softly, and took the dress to the changing room and put it on with
nothing underneath. Somehow whatever Suzy said made sense. She looked at herself in
the mirror, reading the word on the dress. "Tits," she said softly...and felt horny again.
She went back out and sat down in the chair.
"I bet Jim would love it if you tell him that's what you want him to call you
from now on." Suzy smiled. Sharon smiled too. It turned her on to be called
Tits. "What did you say you do?" Suzy asked.
"I'm a college student. I'm going to be a paralegal when I finish my schooling,"
Tits/Sharon replied.
"Well, that's no good. Nothing turns a man off more than intelligence in a woman. I
thought you wanted to keep your boyfriend?"
"Yes! Please, tell me what to do."
"Sure... This shampoo should do the trick." Suzy massaged the shampoo into Tits’ hair
and stepped back to wait for the telltale blank stare. After five minutes she asked, "Tits?
What did you say your career was going to be?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm going to... going to... I can't remember..."
"I heard you say something earlier about wanting to be a fuck-toy for your boyfriend.
Isn't that right? Isn't that why he got you this appointment?"
"Oh yeah!"
Then Suzy handed her something to read. But Tits couldn't make out any of the
words. All she could think of was men and sex. "I can't read it!"
"That's okay," Suzy said. "You don't need to read to be a fuck-toy." Suzy smiled
at her and Sharon was quick to smile back.
"Oh, a bleach is built right into the shampoo," Suzy continued, leading
Sharon...Tits...over to rinse it out. When the hair was dried it looked as slutty as her
makeup, figure, and outfit. "And it will also boost your sex drive. Can't be a fuck-toy if
you don't like to fuck."
She's so smart! Tits thought.
"Now let's look at the mirror."
Tits looked herself up and down and thought, I'm gonna be the best fuck-toy ever!
"Well, your boyfriend is back. Are you ready to see him?"
"Please!" moaned Tits.
Suzy led her out to Jim.
"Wow, Sharon..." was all Jim could say, he didn't think the treatment would actually
work.
"Call me Tits, please," Sharon said, feeling her nipples erect as she said that beautiful
word. 'That is my name, isn't it?' Reading was a bit beyond her, but she was pretty sure
that was the word on her dress. It had to be her name. She hugged him and said, "I want
to be your fuck-toy."
Jim felt her breasts press against him and said, "That's great, Sharon."
"Huh?" she responded as she pushed him away. "Jimmy! My name is Tits. Not
Sharon. Do I look like a Sharon?"
Jim's eyes scanned up his girlfriend's new body. He started at the feet encased in sixinch black heels. Up her long legs to her hips accentuated by the way the heels forced
her to stand. Then over the black spandex skirt that barely covered her ass to her nicely
flattened stomach. He paused in anticipation before scanning up to her most striking
feature. Her firm round HH tits stuck out proudly and were emphasized by the way
“TITS”, written in white over the black dress, was stretched. Her enlarged nipples made
two obvious points in the letters. After a moment he looked up to her already beautiful
face made appropriately slutty by her new makeup and the platinum blonde hair that
completed the image. The fact was that his girlfriend looked gorgeous. He paused and
thought, I guess she's not that anymore. But, she'll make a great fuck-toy.
"No. You're really not Sharon any more. Tits is a much better name for you."
Tits smiled and said, "Jimmy, can we go home now? Please?" She squirmed her
pussy against him.
"In a minute. Just wait over there." Tits obeyed his instructions like a good fuck-toy
and stood in the corner. After a moment her horniness got to her and she began
masturbating. She looked down at the Cosmo on the table and thought, That girl on the
cover is pretty. I bet she's a good fuck-toy for her boyfriend, too. She must hate that her
tits are so small.
"Suzy, how stupid is she now?" Jim asked.
Suzy pulled out a chart from the back of the chair that Tits had been sitting in. "Let's
see. We had her listed at about 110 IQ when she came in. No rocket scientist, but much
higher than now, eh? I'd say she's about 70-75 with illiteracy thrown in for no extra
charge." She was all business now that her job was done.
"Will she be able to carry on conversations?"
"Sure! But, don't try anything high brow it will just frustrate her. She's very
impressionable and will believe any suggestions you give her. That's specific to you by
the way. She's your fuck-toy exclusively from now on."
Jim said, "Good. Come on, Tits. Let's go." Tits stopped masturbating and looked up
with adoration as she followed Jim out of the salon.
Another satisfied customer, thought Suzy as she went back to work.
(End)
[email protected] Questions and comments are always welcome.
Cain sits Down for an Interview With
Marlissa
Cain: Hi.
Marlissa: Cain?
Cain: How'd you get this id?
Marlissa: Did a search.
Cain: Amazing. I hadn't thought about that. Oh well, now I have two icq addresses.
Marlissa: Are you ready? I know we talked about ten but...
Cain: Now's good. Then I can go to bed earlier.
Marlissa: Sounds good to me :) I may have to leave you when “company” passes by but
I'm "good to go."
Cain: So tell me, how long have you been doing mc stuff? I've been doing this stuff for
about a year now.
Marlissa: It's been quite a while now. About 5 years ago I read Parker's story “Mr. Poe”
and I was hooked.
Cain: I haven't read that one. Is it at the Archieves?
Marlissa: It should be. It's really good, though Parker says mc is a bit of a crutch as a
writing mechanism. Still he is probably the best author out there and his single attempt at
mc writing is superb.
Cain: I can understand how he would see it as a crutch. Dr. Mindbender wrote a little
about that. So what's with the nickname? A lot of writer's names are obvious, but yours,
“Marlissa,” what's that about?
Marlissa: I used to write "erotica" for money when I was a poor college student. My
editor told me that guys liked the idea of reading fiction written by women, so it stuck.
Seems silly now as everyone has figured out I'm a guy by.
Cain: I use Cain. Not just because he was the evil one out of the brothers, as most
people tell me, but if someone reads my profile, it says, C. F. Cain, which are the initials
of Charles Foster Cain, a.k.a. Citizen Cain, my favorite movie.
Marlissa: Ah! A wonderful piece of cinematic art! I used the name Cain as the evil
antagonist in my story, “The Conditioners.”
Cain: So you are a writer. I don't think I've ever read anything you've done. Are they at
the Archieve or do you have some at your site?
Marlissa: I should gather them together on my site but they are already at EMCSA
under “Marlissa.”
Cain: I guess I'm more blind than I think. So Parker is your favorite author?
Marlissa: Yes, and a friend too. We've been pals for years now.
Cain: What program do you use when you make your edited pictures?
Marlissa: Frontpage and Photoshop. I just picked up Poser and hope to do something
with that soon too.
Cain: I love Poser. I have Poser 4 and it's just so vastly different from 3, I don't do
much with it anymore. What is Frontpage?
Marlissa: Frontpage is the MS web editor. Maybe you can help me with poser. Are you
an artist?
Cain: My pictures may look good, but I've been working with Photoshop for 6 years
without a manual. That's the problem with getting your programs illegally, no manuals,
so the programs take a long time to learn. Poser 4 is hard to learn without a manual. I've
sent some stuff to Voyer that I did in Poser, you can see it at his page.
Marlissa: I never seem to get anywhere with manuals though I do have them. So tell
me, what's your fave MC story?
Cain: Oh that's a hard question. There are so many bad ones that cloud your memory,
let me think/review what I have on my computer.
Marlissa: There are some lousy ones, very repetitive too. That's a problem w/the genre
at times.
Cain: I d have to say the original Alien's Gift.
Marlissa: That was JR Parz, I think?
Cain: Yeah. I only like the first chapter.
Marlissa: Have you read his, “The Agency?”
Cain: Nope, was it good? I think I read one of the later chapters or spin-offs.
Marlissa: Yes. Terrific, I thought. I also like Ludmekov's work as well. The everyday
situation in an institutional setting gone horribly awry...
Cain: I'll have to check him out. I've noticed a movement among writers in that, there is
a rift forming between people who write stories with a lot of sex and those who don't.
What's your stance on the issue? Do you think stories are becoming too sex driven?
Marlissa: I think sex is secondary but necessary. To me, the intimation of sex, and
control, should be left to the reader. Otherwise you as writer are assuming all the control.
Cain: I agree, I think the sex is becoming way too graphic. I have an imagination. Dr.
Mindbender points that out in his essay as well. So what can we look forward to from
Marlissa in the future?
Marlissa: I'd like to continue developing graphically as I think that is the way I can
reach more of an audience. I'll expand the website(s) and hope to get back to writing at
some point soon as well.
Cain: Remember when you were going to release that graphic story? I can't remember
then name, it was over the summer, you had previews, but none of the pictures worked.
Whatever happened to that?
Marlissa: Yes, the Whitney chronicles! How frustrating! I'll try to resurrect it, but it
needed major pshop surgery!
Cain: Yeah. And what's with web1000? That server really sucks.
Marlissa: It does indeed, but since this is a labor of love(obessession?dementia?) I have
to use what resources I can find. Since I pay $0 for bandwidth/hosting I am forced to
deal with the crummy performance...sigh!
Cain: The one that "terri" is on seems to function well. Moving on, will we ever see
Girl-a-matic rise from the ashes?
Marlissa: I get more requests from gmatic than anything else I've ever done. It’s
amazing how many people from all over the world think it's for real! Yikes! I need to try
to do more with it, but frankly the tg stuff doesn't interest me as much as it once did. But
since it involves control type issues, it is a “hot button” topic.
Cain: I can see why it would be hard to do. The pictures alone must be time consuming,
and thinking of new stories and ideas. It's a pretty singular idea. Maybe you'll get lucky
and someone will pick it up from you.
Marlissa: It is doubly hard because crossing the gender line is far more aesthetically
sensitive. You have to be very careful to stay between the lines of erotica and
pornography.
Cain: I have to say, Dr. Morpheus was the most interesting short term idea you've
presented us with. While Post cards form the edge, is the least interesting, in my view.
What is the idea behind post cards from the edge?
Marlissa: Postcards was originally very popular, but poor Doc Morpheus didn't get as
much response as I'd hoped. Glad you liked it!
Cain: I have all of them on my computer, the Doc rules.
Marlissa: He thanks you from his hidden medical lair in Transylvania!
Cain: To get back to something you said earlier, you wrote in college, for what? A
magazine or some sort of college publication?
Marlissa: Actually it was a porn publisher!
Cain: Really, I didn't know they had magazines for this type of thing. Can you
recommend one?
Marlissa: It was more a s/m type operation, Golden Star or something. They did cheap
paperbacks. As for mc material, I don't think there is a commercial market
unfortunately...but who really knows?
Cain: Well, I think this wraps up the interview. Thanks for stopping by.
Marlissa: No problem. It’s been fun.