Erotic Mind Control is something which I can trace back to when I was about six years old. When I was six, I had no idea of the term and implications of "Erotic Mind Control", but it was there, and I still am discovering new aspects of it.
The 2001 monkey-touches-the-monolith moment occurred when I was presented with a Saturday morning cartoon, and I can remember my reaction to it being a complete surprise and unnervingly strong. It was a cartoon named Speed Buggy.
Speed Buggy was Scooby-Doo, except the car replaced Scooby, and they dropped Velma. In every episode Speed and Tinker(Shaggy) would get separated from Mark(Fred) and Debbie(Daphne), and the one group provided bungling 'ruh-roh' comic relief and the other solved the mystery. One Saturday, that special episode arrived. It was called "The Hidden Valley of Amazonia". Here is the plot summary from TV.com:
While racing in the Himalayas 500, the gang come across the hidden valley of Amazonia where women rule and men are slaves. Queen Sheba controls them with a mind ruler, which she uses on Mark and Tinker as she tempts Debbie to join her league of Amazons in her plot to rule the whole world with a giant version of the mind ruler which can control anybody unless Debbie can think fast and put her plans out of commission.
What this summary leaves out is that when given a command, the male subjects all responded with "I hear and obey". Their tone of voice was a robotic, mindless drone which I can still hear. I remember watching Speed Buggy forever from that point on in the hope that this episode would be replayed, and Debbie, who is temporarily seduced into using the 'mind ruler' on the others, became about one million times more interesting.
O.K. weird enough, but here's the kinky part. I wanted the Speed Buggy guys to lose. I wanted Debbie to join the Amazons. I wanted the Queen to build the giant Mind Ruler and make it work. Who cared if they were 'evil'? If what they were doing was evil, sign me up for evil.
Even then I knew I was weird for thinking that way, and I didn't tell a soul. This didn't stop me from thinking about girls, who were still 'ewww', who might have the power to do things like that to me, and about a year later, I got smacked in the head with it again from a different direction.
I was in the second grade, and the teacher was reading a fairy tale. I recall that this was something which happened every week, usually on Thursdays and Fridays after lunch until school let out. Unfortunately, I don't remember the title of the story, but this is what I remember about it:
A prince and a princess are living in an idyllic land where they are happy together. They cavort, they pick flowers, they laugh. All the stuff which is supposed to be sweet and happy and good and which I grew to loathe. However, there's an 'Ice Queen' who lives in the north where it's always winter, and she invades the kingdom in an attempt to cover the world with eternal winter (similar to Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe). Her invasion fails, but she manages to capture the Prince.
Now, this is where I became interested. She uses some magic sliver of ice and buries it in the heart of the prince. The sliver makes the Prince forget about his former home, his former girlfriend, and he's made into a loyal servant who rejects the princess in favor of serving the Ice Queen and living in her frozen palace. The princess, devastated by the evil spell and the Prince's rejection of her, responds by going to an old wizard for help, and the princess and wizard go into the North to to capture the prince, remove the shard, and return home. They overcome enormous obstacles, suffer all kinds of hardships, and face life-endangering challenges.
Like Speed Buggy, this was the kinky part. I wanted them to fail. I wanted the Ice Queen to win. I wanted the prince to remain a loyal, spellbound slave. She, the evil heartless queen, was infinitely more interesting than the princess. In the end the princess and the wizard succeeded, justice is done, evil vanquished, etc., etc. Saying I was disappointed was an understatement because my seven year-old brain wanted to know exactly what the queen did with and to the prince.
I remember checking the book out of the library and stopping at the point where the prince's personality was changed by the Ice Shard and imagining the rest of the story if it'd gone *my* way.
I was alone in my disappointment, and just like with Speed Buggy, I kept this to myself. I kept it to myself for a long time.
So, at seven years old, there were at least two very lively seeds planted in my pre-pubescent brain, and I knew two things: I was completely alone with these feelings, and I had no idea why it thrilled me so much.
Those two very lively seeds are still very much alive. I try to think that my kink's grown more sophisticated, and it has grown up. It's also true that I can't think about those two events without a twinkle of that same thrill. I'm glad it's there.