Supremacy – A Vintage Review
Time for a little trip down memory lane. Let me talk to you a bit about Supremacy, by iii888. This story was added to the EMCSA on the 24th of June, 1998. It sure has been a while! I read in first, in late 2002, if I’m not mistaken. It’s one of the first (if not the very first!) MC tales I read online. Without it, the S.B. most of you know and (hopefully!) love wouldn’t likely be around to tell the tale.
It’s a very simple story, overall, riddled with gramar mistakes and odd phrasic constructions but, nonetheless, it made me tingle when I found it. It still does to an extent seeing it constantly reminds me of the feelings once stirred, and what they meant in the development of my fetish inclinations, and all the creations I came up with associated with them.
In a nutshell, the story goes like this: Johnny, the captain of the debate team, is a jerk. After humiliating some girls with his linguistic prowess, he meets mysterious blue-eyed blonde Sarah. Sarah hypnotizes him and then he’s ultimately enslaved by her and her friends. Like I said, pretty standard fare, overall.
Standard or no, the truth is when I first came across the slightly surreptitious induction that Sarah uses to beguile him, I was hooked. I didn’t quite understand why that was so, but it was undeniable and that erotic feeling intensified the more his descent into submission became more evident. Afterwards, there are a few humiliating references that don’t exactly rock my boat, but there is still one last moment that literally made me swoon by my computer.
After being controlled for a while, Johnny begins to struggle, to rebel against Sarah’s suggestions, and tries to escape. Unfortunately for him (and fortunately for me at the time), his attempt is short-lived, and he has to deal with the mind-blowing effects of a trigger that had been recently implanted in his subconscious, a trigger that is repeated over and over and over again until his brain turns to mush and he has no choice but to obey. That moment – an onslaught of kisses, each one sending him deeper and deeper, resonated with me, and made my highly rational mind come to terms that I had some form of irrational attraction with the idea of mind control, namely with the idea of being mind controlled. Approximately one year after that, a young author named S.B. made his debut at the EMCSA and after the EMCSA stories, came The Hypnopics-Collective, and then came The Garden of MC, and here we are, huh?
Every now and then, I reread this tale from start to finish. I never fail to acknowledge its imperfections, but I always feel that revelatory rush inside me and commenting about it, today, is quite a pleasure still. Even if you don’t like green FD stories, I hope reading this account of mine was somehow pleasurable, too.
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