In the wake of my recent hack-attack, life got busy and I haven’t had a chance to post (which I was doing with some regularity there for a few weeks) and that makes me all grumpy-face, so I thought tonight I’d take action and rectify that situation right up.

I’m an avid comic reader. Got into them when I was a kid and have just grown to love the medium more and more as I’ve ‘grown up.’ Ironically, or inexorably, the very first comic I ever bought (Uncanny X-Men #226) featured a bit of business which, at the time, fascinated me for reasons I could not articulate. Looking back, I think it was tweaking my still-dormant mind-control fetish. Regardless something kept pulling me back to this page over and over.

Something about the idea of that mask fixed to her face, unable to remove it. The thought of what it might be doing to her… I don’t know…but it definitely did something for me.

Fast forward to 2011 and I’m currently reading the excellent revisionary old west series The Sixth Gun. I’ll try not to spoil anything in the hopes that you’ll pick up an issue and read it for yourself, but the long and short of it is that there are six guns that are sought after by all manner of deviant person.

The series protagonist, Becky, has recently been enjoying the attentions of a handsome gunfighter who comes to her aid when she and her colleagues come under a series of supernatural attacks. He spirits her away to save her from further harm… or perhaps because he’s got plans of his own and a shiny crystal hanging around his neck that helps him get his way.

The following issue opens with Becky still under his control, immobilized in an anonymous hotel room. However, she has a developing mental connection with her revolver, the titular sixth gun, which allows her to break free and go after Kirby.

The big problem, of course, with mind control is that once you’ve been put under, its a cinch to pull you back down; especially when your hypnotist is of the hunky, rogue variety. Kirby reveals he’s after the guns for a payday and that if Becky comes with him, he’ll cut her in for the profits. Becky wants to believe it, even though she knows better, then she finds out that what she really wants is another look at Kirby’s pretty crystal necklace…

Mind-control themes aside, its an excellent series and if you happen to be a comics reader, I emphatically recommend it you give it a read.

That’s all for now, new stuff is still in the works and I’ve got a television recommendation for next time, but that will have to wait till later in the week.

See you then.

Well, if you happened to stop by the blog last week, you may have seen an ominous message from my uninvited guests. Yes, my site was hacked by nefarious ruffians with poor taste in music. Fortunately, they didn’t do anything too malicious and I do regular backups so restoring the site was no problem.

If anything, the experience lit the proverbial fire under me and got me to do some security-related research, which I should have done a long time ago. In any case, I’ve closed some loopholes, shored up the outer wall, and implemented some other tricks to help ensure this doesn’t happen again.

So, thanks for your continued patronage and rest assured normal updating will resume this week. More stuff on the way and more stuff in the works. I look forward to sharing it with you all.

I suppose if my work is known for anything, its probably for being extremely biased weighted in favor of women-on-women material. What can I say, I’m a creature of habit. However, a fortunate bit of synchronicity recently provided the perfect opportunity to break from the norm and finally give fans of Female-on-male hypno kink a reason to visit my corner of the woods.

So, the story goes something like this. An email correspondent recently confessed that, while they enjoyed my work, Fem/fem material just wasn’t their cup of tea. So, this saucy scribe challenged me to apply my normal mind-control kink sensibilities to some images of dominant ladies turning men into their thralls. I responded that the images are what inspire me. If I found good material depicting women on top, I’d love to work up something a bit different. Fate, as it turns out, was listening.

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Thank you all for your readership and sorry for the hiccup; its a one-time deal that I don’t plan to repeat.

As I’ve blogged previously, I’m looking forward to the forthcoming remake of The Thing. However, there is another remake I’ve also been curious about. A film of the same name, based on Tom Holland’s 1985 cult classic Fright Night.

Now, for those who aren’t familiar with this high-watermark of cinema, the essentials of the plot are that Charlie Brewster discovers a vampire has moved in next door to him and must convince Peter Vincent, a vampire-slaying hero of late-night cinema (very much in the vein of Peter Cushing’s numerous turns as Van Helsing in Hammer Films) to aid him in destroying the unholy creature.

I’ve been watching the original this evening and rediscovering some vampire-mind-control moments that I had forgotten about. If you’re familiar enough with the story (or don’t care and just want to skip straight to the blank-eyed-yes-master-I-will-obey naughtiness), the film’s vampire mc scenes are located at the beginning of the following two clips:

I’m fond of saying that good manips start with good source material. One thing I’ve always been very diligent about with my work was to find the best source material I could. Quite often, when I find images ripe for manipulation, I’ll snag a few pics from a series and then spend days trying to hunt down the full gallery. Experience has taught me that where there’s smoke there’s fire and getting my hands on all the source material for a given series often pays dividends in the final manip.

As I wrote about previously one of my more extensive animated manips, Alpha, would probably not have come about had I not stumbled across a few, key image galleries that gave me the source material to completely flesh out both the main plot and sub-plot of that story. One of the hurdles I had to leap was finding a suitable model to portray the titular character. This ended up being a far greater challenge than I’d anticipated simply because I needed to find a series of pictures depicting a woman in a corner in order to match up with my storyline. The long and short of it is I did find a series of suitable images and finished the project.

And then I came across this series of images a week or so ago.

So, I was sitting around this evening and feeling stumped on what to write about today. I really wanted to get an update out, but I just didn’t feel like writing at all. And then it suddenly dawned on me: why write when I can manip?

Since helping Tabico complete Lieder, I’ve had a manipping fever that I just can’t kick. I’ve already dove head-first into a new animated series, I just posted a quick trio of manips, and the muse shows no sign of letting up.

Not that I dislike the gas mask fetish per se, its just not especially my cup of tea. However, this past weekend I came across a nest of gas mask pics and, for whatever reason, the muse kicked me in the face and set me to work. I’m not sure why gas mask imagery has never really appealed to me; any more than I understand why its such a turn-on for others. I guess if I had some deep and insightful understanding of sexual fetishes, I’d have a book deal by now.

So, for whatever reason, when I came across this particular series of images, what really grabbed my interest was the contrast. Now, as I was remarking over the weekend (though for no reason connected to this update): contrast is the foundation of all design. Whether its contrast between form, color, or aesthetic, the difference between A and B is where interesting things happen.

In this case, I found the contrast between the beautiful lines of the female form and the harsh, industrial design of a gas mask to be very striking. Striking, but just the imagery of a woman wearing such a mask doesn’t elicit interest from me…unless there’s something brainwashy (new adverb) happening inside the mask. Fortunately, my imagination was prepared to supply all manner of such naughtiness and so I have not one, but a trio of thus-themed animated manips to share with you today.

Welcome back dear reader,

So, as I said last time my thoughts and reaction to the trailer for the upcoming remake/prequel to The Thing was going to take two posts. This time out, I’d like to publicly engage in one of those weird things I normally do in a dark room behind a closed door: Advance frame-by-frame through a new trailer to pick up on little bits and pieces about the film.

I also thought it might be fun to throw in some shots of the prior adaptations for comparison and to see how the prequel lines up certain things with John Carpenter’s The Thing. So, grab a flame-thrower and a parka we’re heading in.

When we finished Lieder, I asked Tabico if she would be interested in penning a little retrospective post for my blog. Happily, she was on-board and so I’m pleased to treat you to a guest post (the first for my site) from none other than the lady herself. Do enjoy. -Callidus

My motivation to write comes and goes. A couple of months ago I was
running out of impetus so I posted some parts of a story I was working
on, hoping to vampirically turn other peoples’ enthusiasm into my own
and, thus invigorated, move forward. Instead, the reverse happened – two
days, 17 views, and 2 comments later – my thanks to those who did
comment! – I found myself staring at the stark tininess (but extremely
high quality, I love both of you) of my audience and threw in the towel.

Don’t worry, I’ll get back up again. This sort of thing has happened
before.

I discovered some time ago that when I find myself interested in EMC
but lack the impetus to write, I can turn instead to creating
photomanipulations. The process is sufficiently different that when I
feel uninspired to do one, I may still be enthused by doing the other.
And at this time a couple of things had come together – I had just
happened upon a very nice set of pictures of a hot girl with a book, and
over the last several months I had created a number of ‘olithoi’
pictures purely to amuse myself, which gave me a stock of said pictures.
So a very nebulous idea began to form.