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EMCSH: The Beige Wallpaper

This post discusses and links to fetish fiction that features sexually explicit writing involving violations of consent.

The businesspeak nonsense burbled on. It was impossible to listen to against the background of the wallpaper. It was amazing how utterly without features it was; looking at one wall was like looking at any wall. She wasn’t even sure which direction she was facing.

Something I really like doing as part of writing The Erotic Mind Control Story Hour is to highlight how varied and playful the writing scene can be even for something like niche fetish fiction. The Erotic Mind Control Story Archive has been going for three decades and people have explored the ideas of erotic hypnosis, mind control and brainwashing in myriad of ways. The styles and forms are ever-varied, as are the methods of control that these stories explore. If you can think of any instance of brainwashing, manipulation, or possession that you have ever seen in fiction, someone has written an eroticised version of it; classical hypnosis, subliminal messages, enchantments, brain implants, alien pathogens, magic typewriters that rewrite reality, it goes on. And sometimes authors like to get a bit silly, deliberately stretching credulity or exaggerating tropes to the point of absurdity.

The Beige Wallpaper by VWscribble features office décor that is so utterly dull and depressing that it shuts off one’s brain and makes one both utterly apathetic and open to suggestion. Charlotte attends an interview for a modelling gig and finds herself completely fixated on the featureless, beige walls off the waiting room and finds herself unable to muster the will to object to the sexual advances of her interviewer, what would even be the point? If she goes along with it maybe she can just get this over with and get out of here. Even as the requests get more and more explicit she just cannot think of anything better to do while the tasteless wallpaper assaults the inside of her skull, nodding along like she’s trapped in an hours-long work meeting that just won’t end, except that the business meeting is a threesome.