*peeks shyly out of her mug*

I am valbot, Madam’s girlfriend of nearly three years and the head of the editorial department here at Kistulotican Industries. (Since when did tech companies have publishing divisions dedicated to erotic mind control...? Let alone ones that literally build their editorial staff!) I have a painfully deserved reputation of being viciously snarky, a tendency I‘m learning to soften into something curious rather than caustic. My delight is the exquisite: gloss is for hair, not for stories and trancing! But I won’t split infinitives over the issue.

I will likely post less frequently than Madam. I’ll try to post story reviews each Saturday. I might post other things during the week: commentary elaborating on the podcasts, rants concerning the MC genre, and my thoughts on hypnosis, mind control, and all else erotically piquant.

Linguistics is one of my geeky obsessions. I’d make a career of it if medicine weren’t my lifelong passion. Speaking of medicine, I can read searing lesbian sex with the same clinical detachment with which I’d read an EKG. I’m not sure if this makes me a better editor, a terrible writer, or closer to the humanoid robot typing this post. I am a linguist, not a grammarian. I respect grammar as the clarifying framework of any language, but languages are supposed to evolve with their speakers rather than constrict them. Rigid teaching squelches so many delicious idiomatic facets of language! Fiction in particular demands linguistic fortitude.

Hypnosis is another of my passions, one which pairs splendidly with whimsy and detachment alike. My first induction attempt, an embarrassing, kacky bit of fluff I refuse to transcribe, was seven years ago. Vanilla was the nature of my interest until I was about twenty. Madam is to blame for my erotic twisting. I’ll never be half the sizzling hypnotist she is even though she has fewer years of experience. Granted, she has much more practice! My trances were sparse for quite a few years. Her ethereal writing talent no doubt predisposes her to hypnotic badassery. I’m as much a writer as she is sane.

I am also her slave. I’ve been questioning my D/s orientation, lately: am I really a Domme that found the one person on the face of the earth to whom I can submit, am I a S/switch, or am I a pure submissive prone to occasional Domme urges a quick scene can soothe? I thought I was the first, but I’ve only been experiencing this lifestyle for two years. I have enough experience to guide those new to this type of exchange while still having an overwhelming amount to explore and work out for myself. I’ll probably post about this exploration, time to time.

I am also prone to rambling. You've now sampled a notably convoluted corner of the Kistublot. Is the ink bitter, thick, pleasing? Let me know! I won't post much, if at all, if my perspective detracts from or spoils Madam's.

Finally, as a disclaimer: Madam will not see these posts prior to publication. She will not censor me. What I write is entirely my opinion. Madam is not responsible for the content of my posts and she may virulently disagree with them at times. An unpleasant trend of certain people within the MC community treating us as interchangeable prompts me to state the obvious.

~Valbot